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Fireman’s Lift

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I replace the receiver and my hand trembles at the fear of the flames in my garden, silly me fancy lighting the barbeque so close to the wooden fencing? Within minutes I hear the sound of sirens, at first in the distance, but getting closer. I tuck a strand of stray blonde hair behind my ear as I stand transfixed as my garden burns. I compose myself, feeling foolish, what have I done?

The engine pulls up outside my house and the neighbour’s curtains twitch, some even come out into the road feigning concern, meeting the fire brigade I explain what has happened and show them into my garden. A tall handsome, dark haired, green eyed fireman tells me to step aside as he runs past me with a hose in his hands. I’m flattened to the brickwork as a blonde stockier fire fighter joins him taking up the slack. I am frozen to the spot but a third fire fighter takes my elbow and escorts me to safety.

It’s not until we reach the pump that I realise I am shaking, it can’t be from the cold as it’s a warm summers night? He tells me “Don’t worry love it’ll soon be out” my knees buckle as he speaks to me and he can see I am about to fall. Quickly with lightening response he lifts me over his shoulder.

Before I know it I’m sitting in the back of the red vehicle and I’m being offered some water. I notice the strong fingers, no wedding and nicely trimmed nails. He removes his helmet and I look up into dreamy izmir escort blue eyes and observe his cropped hair. I feel myself becoming damp; my black silky knickers are sticking to my engorged pussy folds. He smiles at me with perfect teeth as if he knows what I am thinking. His colleagues are running around outside the pump. Taking off his jacket he places it around me shoulders, his hand catches my left breast and I sigh as his thumb brushes against my hardening nipple.

Sitting next to me he whispers in my ear “Jeez I’m so hard for you, feel” in disbelief I look down into his crotch and see his trousers bulging, I can almost make out the size and shape of his cock. I can’t believe it; a fireman is coming onto me! Now I’m really excited, I can feel my juices dribbling around my bud and leaking out. I’m almost certain he can smell my arousal.

Slowly he unzips his navy blue trousers and pulls down his boxer shorts to reveal a beautiful cock, fully erect with a weeping eye, he has no foreskin and egg sized balls. I can’t take my eyes from it as he asks, no orders me, to turn around and bend over. Half in shock, and half so turned on, I stand up and do as he says. He roughly hitches up my skirt and tugs my delicate knickers to one side. I feel his cock head moving up and down my slit, opening my lips before he thrusts his hips and erection inside me in antalya escort one hard and sudden movement, I’m filled to the hilt.

He fucks me hard and fast like a pair of dogs on heat, I notice his boots and I remember where I am and what I am doing, trying not to cry out in pleasure and pain as he rams me quickly from behind. As he gets faster and closer to cumming I hear a door open. Oh my god I’m going to get caught with my arse in the air and a fireman’s cock in my pussy. Instantly I feel my pussy clench and tighten around his shaft, whether in fear or pure ecstasy, I do not know?

The next thing I know is that I am being turned to face the window; I care not if anyone sees. The blonde fire fighter is climbing the three steps up to join us, a huge smile on his face; he takes my head in his hands and kisses my mouth deeply, tonguing me. I’m so aroused I moan into his kiss mouth, sucking his tongue. “Good girl” he tells me “Now suck this!” he holds his cock is in his hand, foreskin rolled back over his ever so thick and slightly shorter cock than his mate has. I ease forward further to take his phallus into my mouth.

Together the three of us move in synchronisation, I am being pushed and filled from both ends, but I don’t mind. My tits swing and I feel myself rocking on my heels and toes to stay upright as both boys get faster and nearer kayseri escort to ejaculation. If my mouth wasn’t so full I’d be smiling. “This is just the ultimate girls fantasy” I think to myself, just then the door behind me opens and the dark haired green eyed fire fighter looks in, I hear him chuckle just before climbing in the cab beneath my feet.

Oh wow I can’t believe it his face is next to my pussy, his tongue is caressing my clit and I gulp harder on the cock in my mouth, thrusting back on the cock behind me. The engine feels like it’s swaying as the four of us encourage each other. I am so hot and wet I hear only moans of pleasure and slurping and sucking, would it be possible for us to all cum together?

I can’t hold on much longer, the incessant licking of my bud and fucking of my pussy is driving me insane, I take the cock from my mouth and wank it to my face, afraid of biting down as an enormous orgasm racks my body and soul. I lick the tip and stroke upwards, fondling his sack, encouraging him to spray me with thick white spunk. Looking up into his face I see him wink to his companions and with a slight nod of the head I am being covered and filled with male bodily fluids, while my outer lips and mound are being sucked dry of my juices.

Pure heaven! I feel faint, my legs go weak and I’m falling, no, I’m being carried back to my door. Gently my number one fire fighter places my feet on the ground salutes me and he is gone. I take a look at my singed fencing and say to myself “That was so worth deliberately starting the fire”. I notice the water logged garden as a trickle of mingled juices runs in a trail down my thigh as the fire services pull away from the curb. They can service me anytime.

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How I Became a Cheerleader Ch. 19

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I woke up in our bed, Trent gently nursing on my clit. I was still groggy and unfocused, but the feeling of his lips on my clit soothed me and let me come back into myself slowly. His tongue swabbed the head and he sucked the shaft gently.

“Hi,” I moaned softly.

“Welcome back.” He said, popping my clit out of his mouth. “I was getting worried.”

“Ummmm, it was so nice where I was, I wanted to stay a while.”

“I can understand that,” he said moving back towards my clit.

“No,” I said, pulling him up beside me. “I just want to snuggle for a moment.”

“Anything you say.” He replied, pulling me close. “I’m sorry if I have been a little too aggressive in our sex life lately.”

“No, I love it, but I still want to be made love to, not just fucked.”

“I know, but you just look so beautiful and I want you so much that I sometimes lose control.”

“You don’t see me complaining do you?” I questioned. “Besides, I am the one who teases and torments you into doing that to me. And I love it when you just take me sometimes.”

“I know, but I will still try to control myself a little more often to give you what you need.”

I pulled him close and kissed him gently.

“This is all I need.” I told him, looking deep into his eyes, “and maybe an occasional spanking.”

Trent laughed and patted my butt. I wiggled in delight and kissed his neck.

“Let’s get some sleep.” He told me, turning out the light and pulling the covers up over our naked bodies. I sighed in agreement and my eyes fluttered closed.

I woke up the next morning on my side, Trent spooned in behind me and his shaft buried deep inside me. He was slowly rocking in and out of my pussy, just gently stroking to see if I would wake up.

“OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH, what are you doing to me.” I whimpered. “At least let me wake up.”

“You are awake, and now we are even for what you did to me when I came home from Japan.” Trent said in my ear, still slowly stroking in and out. It was clear to me that he had lubed up while I was asleep; there was no friction or pain, just a deep sense of completeness.

“This is a nice way to wake up.” I said grinding slowly on him.

“I thought so,” he replied, “just something soft and gentle to take the edge off.”

“Well, you better speed it up, or you will be late for work and I will miss my train.”

“Your train doesn’t leave for another three hours, and I am the boss, I can be fifteen minutes late if I want.” Trent rolled onto his back and pulled me with him. Somehow he got us out of bed and carried me into the shower without putting me down or speeding up at all. The gentleness of him doing that really made me feel wonderful.

I got the water on and he stepped into the shower with me and I braced my hands against the wall, hanging from his peg. Swivelling my hips on him I got him to speed up slightly and I felt the slow rising orgasm building up from my toes. The walk obviously did something to him as well, because he started to pound me a little harder. I reached up and grabbed the pipe holding the shower head and held on.

“Now fuck me.” I demanded and Trent complied.

He started to pound me, taking me over the edge and making me cum. My pussy slammed shut on him and the additional pressure was enough to make him spurt deep inside me. It felt like he was pissing in me he came so much and so steady, but the way he wobbled told me it was all cum.

He slipped out and gently lowered me to the shower floor; I spread my legs and let him run out of me. I turned and kissed him passionately.

“Next time, let me clean out first before you do that.” I told him firmly.

“That would take all the fun out of me waking you like that.” He said laughing and kissing me.

I slapped his chest and turned back to the shower.

The train trip home was pleasant and uneventful. Trent had Ashley change my ticket for me to Thursday and she even got me an upgrade to first class. Nice layout, I got to board early, they even supplied the snacks and drinks and WIFI for my laptop. Candy and Kevin picked me up at the station and took me home.

Mom had dinner reservations and had me shower and change as soon as I got home and bundled me off in her car to a very nice restaurant. We were seated immediately and Mom ordered a adana escort bottle of wine, I got a soda. After about ten minutes of small talk a man joined us at the table.

He was about six foot three, two hundred pounds. His black hair was tinged with grey; he was well dressed in a suit and tie. He had brown eyes, a strong face and a black moustache. Mom lit up like a Christmas tree when he sat down.

“Gerry, this is my daughter Janie,” Mom introduced us. “Janie, this is my friend Gerry Palmer.”

“Palmer, as in the Palmer Institute?” I asked.

“Yes, do you know our work?” He asked.

“I have seen your complex in town, but I’m not really well versed in what you do.”

“We are a corporate think tank.” He said. “We check up on work done by government contractors, suppliers, things like that.”

“Well it is very nice to meet you Mr. Palmer.”

“And it is my pleasure to finally meet the lovely young lady that your mother keeps going on about.” He said.

“Oh really, what does she say about me.”

“I think we should order now.” Mom said hastily.

“I’m not ready yet.” I said not taking my eyes of Mr. Palmer. “Now Mr. Palmer, what has she been saying about me?”

“Janie…” Mom said.

“She has been going on and on about how proud of you she is.” Gerry said smiling. “UCLA student, fashion model, cheerleader, completely fearless, I was expecting you to be ten feet tall.”

“Well the way Mom described you to me I was expecting a cross between George Clooney and Mathew McConaughey. I am glad to see she got it right.” I could play the game too.

Mom was seven shades of red as Gerry and I both laughed.

“Well, since we are both so perfectly aware of each other thanks to Karen, call me Gerry and if you don’t mind, I will call you Janie.”

“Please do,” I said, extending my hand.

Mom waved the waitress over with rather more haste than grace in an effort to change the subject.

“So, how do you like modelling?” Gerry questioned.

“Harder than I thought.” I responded.

“Most things usually are.” He agreed.

“It is the diet that kills me the most.” I sighed. “I can’t even get a burger now and then anymore.”

“You can tonight, we won’t tell.” He smiled at me.

“Nope, I have a shoot on Saturday so I really have to be good.”

“What shoot?” Mom asked surprised. “J.D. said you had a month off.”

“I know, but they got some special permission for a location shoot at the last minute and she needs me. What can I say?”

“Well, I will talk to Heather about this.” Mom said.

“No, it is fine.” I told her. “I don’t mind, I really didn’t have anything else to do this weekend anyway.”

The dinner conversation flowed comfortably. Gerry was a charming host and Mom obviously adored him. I could tell by the way he hung on her every word that he felt the same. I was more than pleased. At least Mom wouldn’t be alone while we were away at school.

As we said goodnight, outside the restaurant, the valet brought up the car and I climbed into the driver’s seat as Mom tipped him.

“Have a good night you two.” I said out of the open window and drove off leaving them there.

I got home to a ringing telephone; I had ignored my cell while I was driving.

“Janie, how could you leave me stranded like that?” Mom demanded.

“Mom, you were on a date and dragged your daughter along.” I responded. “You two needed some alone time. I just took care of it for you. Now have Gerry turn the car around and go to his place and have fun. Don’t worry about me; I have to go early tomorrow anyway.”

“Janie,” I could tell Mom was caught between laughter and anger.

“Go get some Mom, love ya, bye.”

“Janie,” she screamed as I could hear Gerry laughing in the background and realised that we were on the speaker. Oh well.

I was gone from the house before Mom came home in the morning. Candy picked me up and dropped me at Trent’s house. Heather was waiting for me; Jason had already left for work. Candy just dropped me and bailed, she still had to pick up Kevin and load the car.

“Hi Janie dear, escaping before Karen gets a hold of you?” Heather said.

“Oh, she told you did she?”

“Yeah, she called this morning when eskişehir escort Gerry dropped her at the club on his way to work.” She laughed. “Not exactly the most subtle way to do things, but at least she knows you’re fine with her dating again.”

“I know she loved Dad, but it is time for her to move on.” I told her. “I am just glad she won’t be alone while we are away at school.”

“We’ll make sure she is kept too busy to be lonely.” Heather assured me. “And next time, make sure you are not on the speaker when you tell your mom to ‘get some’.”

I laughed and we went inside for coffee. Jason and Heather had already packed the stuff that Trent had asked for, as well as just a few of the outfits that they had bought for me. Not that I really needed them, but it was a nice thought.

We chatted for an hour until Candy and Kevin pulled up. Her car again full to overflowing. I kissed Heather goodbye, promised to call and to take care of Trent and his car and we were on the road again.

I had the stereo cranked up, the cruise control on and the GPS directing me. We made good time and got to the house before dinner. Trent arrived about fifteen minutes before we did and was changed and by the pool when we pulled up.

“Hey guys, glad you finally made it, I was getting lonely.” He said.

“Poor baby,” Candy said scornfully. “You had a bad night in that big empty bed?”

“Yeah, I missed my girl.” He said, trying to crush my ribcage.

“Wow, this is some house.” Kevin said staring at the outside.

“This is nothing, what till you see our room.” Candy said pulling him inside.

An hour later, the cars unpacked, the parents called and dinner ordered, we were all out by the pool relaxing.

“This is just too beautiful for words.” Kevin said for the fourth time. “I feel like I am intruding on someone else’s house.”

“You’ll get used to it.” I told him. “After a week, you won’t get lost as much.”

We started making plans for the weekend. Kevin wanted to see LA and Trent was off and couldn’t go with me anyway, so I told them to go wander. Trent had checked the schedule and found that there was a ballgame in town and he had made reservations for the company box. Candy was thrilled, a diehard baseball fan, she said that she was going with them. I hated baseball, and told them fine, I had the shoot to do anyway.

We all left the following morning at eleven. I drove myself as I had till two to make the shoot and lost the rest of them on the freeway. I made the shoot, well ahead of schedule and found Peter already setting up and Carol on site with a tent for me to change in. I relaxed in my tent and rested, while looking over the outfits that she had for me. They were a mix of late summer and early fall looks, tweeds, slightly darker colours, heavier jackets, nothing too risqué, but pretty none the less.

The shoot got underway right on time, they even had security wander through the crowd to make sure that there were no unauthorized cameras. All went fine, until the news crew showed up. They were out of their truck and filming before anyone could stop them. They charged past the security cordon and thrust a microphone in my face, the camera already rolling.

“We are here with…” The reporter asked shoving a microphone under my nose.

“Janie Holcombe.” I responded slightly dazed at the speed the report had done things.

“And you are wearing…”

“The very latest late summer and fall wear from CMS Fashions.” I said, giving the camera a little twirl. I could see Peter, Katheryn and Carol looking shocked at the intrusion, but there wasn’t much they could do.

“And where can we get these beautiful creations?”

“Well, all of them come from the wonderful fashion sense of the creator Carol Marie over there,” I pointed, “and can be found on her website. All of the photography is by Peter of Northside Photo Studios and the makeup is by Katheryn at Fab Face.” I was plugging them for all I was worth.

“And you model for?”

I could see that I wasn’t getting out of this lightly, so I just kept on working, posing for Peter and talking at the same time.

“J.D. Timerson.”

“There you have it folks,” the reporter said, turning back to the camera. “In LA anything can happen, sakarya escort even a fashion photo shoot, right on the street, back to you Dave.”

The camera turned off and the report thanked me for my time and answers. They thrust a waiver in my face and I refused to sign it. I nodded over to Carol and asked her to get J.D. down here to deal with them and got back to real work.

We were just about to wrap up, I was on my last outfit, dark hunter green skirt, sparkling white blouse and loafers when Trent Kevin and Candy showed up. I waved hello and everyone turned to see who I was waving at. J.D. froze in mid motion. She rushed over to Candy and started talking to her. I saw Candy shake her head and then nod, then her eyes got really big and she started nodding quickly. J.D. dragged her unresisting to the tent and motioned to Peter to keep going. Ten minutes later, Candy came back out in a light cream wool dress and pumps and J.D. called me over as she pushed Candy in front of Peter and made a motion at him. Peter started firing his camera like there was no tomorrow.

“What’s up?” I asked her.

“Janie honey,” J.D. said softly, “I know I promised that you would be the exclusive face of CMS, but I need to do a photo shoot of her to see if I can use her with another client. I am not replacing you.”

“I wasn’t worried that you were, I just was wondering what Candy was doing.”

“Being discovered, just like you,” she said. “I have a client that does athletic type wear and they want someone tall and sleek, I think she will fit the bill nicely.”

“Good, I will have Heather call you and set up a contract.”

“Oh God, not again,” J.D. moaned. “Can’t we just mirror your deal and go from there?”

“I think that can be arranged.” I smiled, turning to look at Candy.

Peter had her doing the whole works, and she was a natural. She had the poise from dance and cheerleading all those years and could work up a pout or sexy look in a heartbeat. Halfway through the shoot, Peter turned and nodded at J.D.

“Great,” J.D. sighed. “Peter can work with her and she is just what I needed. I will fax the contract to your place and copy it to Heather for review. Does she know about you?”

“No, and I would prefer to keep it that way.” I said firmly but kindly.

“No problem Janie, I just wanted to be sure before I put my foot in my mouth.”

“Trent knows his parents, my mom, sister, doctor and you.” I told her. “That is it.”

“Not quite, Carol knows too.” J.D. told me. “I had to inform her, but she is fine with it. Katheryn and Peter don’t need to know.”

Candy came walking over, still working her hips and put her arm around me and turned to the camera. J.D. slipped back out of frame and Peter kept on shooting.

“Smile baby,” Candy whispered to me. “We are about to be famous.”

Three hours later, we were back at home and relaxing in the hot tub.

“That was such a thrill.” Candy said for the third time. “She just came up to me and asked if I was a model, when I said no she asked if I wanted to be.”

“Look at it this way,” I said, “now you don’t have to find a part time job.”

“I thought things like that only happened in movies.” Kevin told her, kissing her shoulder.

“Me too,” Trent agreed. “And now we have to get used to the idea that we have to share our girlfriends with the world.”

“Yeah, that will be tough.” Kevin said. “And that they’re going to take even longer getting ready to go anywhere from now on.” Candy slapped him on the arm and he laughed. “Also, we don’t have to work anymore, we can just live off of our supermodel girlfriends.”

“True true,” Trent agreed.

“Think again buster.” I said menacingly, then turned to Kevin and asked smiling sweetly. “By the way, how did you like Candy’s little dance routine?”

Kevin spit his drink out of his mouth in shock.

“How did you know about that?”

“Who do you think got her the outfit?”

“You did no such thing.” Candy said, splashing me. “It was all my idea.”

“Well, I loved Janie’s routine; in fact, I think that she needs to go get ready to do it again before we go to bed.” Trent said.

“If that is what it takes to get you interested in me, you can just sleep in the family room.”

“That is what you think.” Trent said standing up and climbing out of the hot tub.

“Come with me woman.” He said, picking me up and throwing over his shoulder.

“Me want sex.” My caveman growled carrying me off.

“Oh help me, help me.” I said and as Kevin made to stand up I pointed sharply at him. “Don’t you dare,” I laughed. “Good night all.”

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Fire and Rain Ch. 07

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I love the feedback the good and the bad. I understand the comments about more focus on Marcello and Rain. However, Jazz and Connor are an intricate part of their story. This story is a spin off story for Marcello off of Smooth Jazz. That being said, Connor and Jazz are a big piece of their lives and I think their scenes are relevant to the overall story. Overall, Rain and Marcello’s development is essential to me as well and ultimately will be the end all be all but this is a story and it will be multifaceted. I like the different character perspectives and I think all the characters have something to offer. That being said, I will make sure to include more Marcello and Rain focused scenes moving forward! We’ll be wrapping this story up fairly soon! A special shout out to those who comment and give me feedback! I love that you’ve grown to love and be as invested in the story just as much as me! I can’t please everyone but I do take the feedback seriously! As always with love…- Dlovely

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A FEW MORE WEEKS LATER AND HE HAD MADE UP HIS MIND. He wanted to take her. Marcello and Connor had been running ragged trying to put pieces together. He knew they were both on edge.

Jessica was nowhere to be found and Bert, who they suspected was her accomplice, was in jail for breaking into the office. They found obvious traces of trashed evidence. However, Connor and Marcello knew that one could erase documents but money could always be traced.

They planned to follow the money. The next steps involved finding out what connection Jessica had to Ellen as well as where Jessie had gone. He had fell off the face of the earth. Neither Jessica nor Jessie had made an appearance within the last month. Marcello and Connor knew that things were just too quiet.

He knew everyone was on edge. Jazz and Rain had been acting strange. Marcello and Connor noticed that they weren’t speaking. When they questioned each one of the girls they had nothing to say. They both claimed nothing was wrong but they were definitely avoiding each other. Marcello and Connor decided to let them work it out in their own time.

Marcello knew her and Rain were close. Connor and him were brothers and still had their share of fights. It was natural and Rain was finding her place within their family. She was finding her place in his heart as well. He knew what he had planned today was the right thing.

He knew if he was truly serious about being with Rain then he needed to open up to her. He needed to bare all and to show her a side of him that people only closest to him were allowed to see.

He didn’t know how she would react or let alone how he would react, but this was the best way he knew to show her he was serious about them. He loved Rain. He didn’t know how it happened but somewhere along the way he fell for her.

He needed to show her. He couldn’t just say it. Marcello sat on the bed and ran fingers through his dark mane. His green eyes rested on his beautiful woman. Marcello watched in quiet appreciation as she slipped a pair of skinny jeans over her firm bottom.

He looked away to control his urge to ravish her. If he kept watching they wouldn’t make it out the house. As of late, he couldn’t keep his hands off of her. Every second of the day he wanted her and when away he imagined the different ways he could have her.

“I wish you would tell me where we’re going.” Rain poked out her sexy pink lips and Marcello gave a deep chuckle.

“It’s a surprise. It’s nowhere exciting.” His voice got lower and she crossed the room and lifted his head to her. Rain was starting to get concerned about him. She had notice that lately he had been in his head a lot.

She knew that there was a lot worrying him. She felt bad because she knew it was partly her drama. Marcello had taken on her storm and decided to weather through it with her. She didn’t think she could ever repay him for keeping her safe.

Rain knew she needed to disclose the truth. She didn’t like what Jazz had to say but she knew that she was right. He deserved to know and she was being hypocritical. She missed Jazz. She didn’t think after the way she had left her sobbing that she would want to reconcile. She felt like she had burned her bridge with Jazz and it was killing her. There were so many things she wanted to share.

Jazz was just as distant. They rarely spoke. She didn’t think they could be so prideful. She promised herself that when she got the courage she would reach out. She knew she was running out of time. She didn’t want to lose Jazz as a friend. Jazz was the first person she ever let hold her secrets. Rain couldn’t help but acknowledge that even in their turmoil she held her tongue. Rain was grateful.

“Is there something I need to know?” She looked into his eyes as the sunlight shined across her face illuminating the golden rim around her eyes as they connected with his. He pulled her into his lap and hid his face inside her neck. She quivered at his touch.

She couldn’t help but think about the gaziantep escort love she had for this man. She had fallen for him and she was scared. She was scared because she thought she loved Jessie but what she felt for Marcello was a dry passion. It was dry as in she felt dry and deserted without him.

He was like water. She had begun to ask herself how she ever was living without him. He was like the rain that would come down when she healed.

“Today is important. I’ll explain when we get there.” He looked up into her eyes. Marcello held her gaze and watched as her eyes wavered and gave into his silence.

“Okay, but everything’s going to be fine whatever it is.” She rubbed his head and his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. Where else could he find such comfort but in her? She had come into his life and changed his way of thinking.

She didn’t want to give up on him. She never did even when he tried to push her away. She came to him wanting to help him and she had. She had come in and helped him in every way it seemed she could.

She ran errands for him that required strain on his leg and had taken care of his military paperwork that she knew made him depressed to go through. He had never laughed or smiled so much in his life as he did now that he had her.

“I’m hoping baby. Let’s go.” She got to her feet since they didn’t touch the ground when she was in his lap seeing as she was only a mere 5’6 or 5’7 on a good day. He grabbed her jacket as it was cool outside and might rain. He slipped one on himself and grabbed her hand as they headed out the door.

Marcello knew it was hard for Rain to come clean about her story with Jessie. It was time for him to come clean with his. He didn’t want there to be any more secrets between them. He had pressed Rain but she claimed there was nothing more to tell. He trusted her and he hoped his trust wouldn’t be in vain.

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JAZZ NERVOUSLY SMOOTHED OUT HER JEANS AND BUTTON DOWN SHIRT. Donny was hanging out with Grandpa for today and Connor was busy keeping her out of the loop. She knew there was something that happened at work that Connor wasn’t telling her. She wouldn’t stress over it soon she would prove herself more than valuable.

Jazz had finally texted William back and let him know she would meet him. She was hesitant about doing such alone but she didn’t have a choice. Rain had bailed out on her. She sighed just thinking about their spat.

Jazz couldn’t believe that they weren’t speaking. She couldn’t lie it hurt her. Her and Rain were just starting to get close. She didn’t want to bring James into it either afraid that she would lose him as well. She just needed to handle it on her own and then she would show them all.

As if things with her and Rain going to hell wasn’t bad enough, her and Connor weren’t on the best terms either. Her phone was constantly going off with changes from William. She knew Connor was becoming suspicious. A lot of the times she left the room to answer calls. He never said anything but she knew he was watching her.

Jazz put her curls up in a neat bun and snapped on some pearls into her ears. She kept it light. Her face was void of any foundation. She chose mascara and cat eyes for today’s look. She didn’t want to appear as if she was trying to look good for him.

She kept it business casual in a long sleeve pinstripe shirt, skinny jeans, and some open toe black boots. Her beauty was undeniable but she was more low key than usual. She wanted to keep it strictly professional. Although, she did hope the closure would allow her to face her insecurities and move on.

It was fall season so it was a little chilly out. She grabbed her beige trench coat and a handbag to match and made her way out the door. She failed to notice Connor pulling up as she pulled out the driveway and down the street expecting him to still be at work.

CONNOR FOUND IT STRANGE THAT SHE WAS LEAVING THE HOUSE. This morning she had claimed she was piled up in work. He decided to make amends for his macho behavior by bringing her lunch.

Yet, when he texted her earlier she claimed she was ordering in with James. There was something itching at him as he started to turn his car back around to go to work. Jazz had just been acting so strange lately. It was everything from weird phone calls she refused to answer in front of him, her cold shoulder, and her sudden lack of need to be involved.

The nagging feeling wouldn’t leave him alone and instead he let her get a head start and then started following at a distance close behind her.

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MARCELLO DROVE THE CAR AND DIDN’T TALK AT ALL. His mind was too clouded with his own thoughts. His mind was spinning like a wheel nonstop about the approaching destination.

He couldn’t hold on to the grief anymore. He couldn’t love Rain completely as she deserved unless he let go of all of his anger and pain. He had to be a better man if he wanted to take her as his forever. konya escort

Marcello had been having visions like no other before. He had dreams and visions of his Rain in white walking towards him down the aisle. He imagined that she would stand before him in all her beauty, confess her love for him, and say she was his forever.

There was a fire that burned inside of him when he thought of losing her. He knew he was getting better and soon her services wouldn’t be needed. Did that mean she would go back to her own life and he to his? Would she forget about all the passion they shared?

His eyes grew dark. He couldn’t imagine it. He made sure that each time they made love that he stroked in her so deeply as to imprint his soul into her. He wanted his love to be so thorough that long after he left her that she desired him that much more. He had never wanted to be as welcomed by a woman as he wanted to be by her.

His love for her was as natural as her beauty. There was an instinctive drive to want to protect her from every possible harm. He knew for this very reason he wanted to marry her and start a family. He could even see himself working long term with Connor. He doubted he would ever be completely healed enough to return to service.

He looked over at Rain as he brought her hand to his lips and kissed the back of it.

“What’s on your mind?” She asked as she linked their fingers together.

“Remember when I told you I wasn’t such a good guy back in the day?” He had stopped the car in a parking lot two blocks from their destination. He let go of her hand and he hopped out the car to her side trying not to let his struggle show.

He helped her out the passenger side and locked the door. He grabbed her once more and started them on their walk.

“Yes I remember” She eyed him patiently.

“Well, I wasn’t kidding. When I was growing up, I didn’t have a plan. I didn’t know what I wanted to do, but I knew I didn’t want to struggle like my parents did. I resented them for not being able to make ends meet sometimes, and we had to get by on bread and water basically.”

“I understand your anger and you were young Marcello.” He gave a weak smile as she attempted to validate his emotions.

“I blamed them and I was angry because I didn’t understand Rain. I didn’t understand how much they tried. I didn’t appreciate them or my family. Soon I picked up two jobs to help out and fought my way through school. Anybody who talked about my clothes or picked on my brother or sister I whooped their ass. I was so angry and I held it inside. I didn’t talk much. All I did was save money, but then I started spending it. I started getting high and drinking a lot.”

“For the pain.” Rain commented softly. She could imagine him a poor soul. She knew very well that poverty was deeper than materialistic things. She remembered how it tarnished the soul and stepped on one’s worth and value.

“I would lock myself in my room and get high all day. Soon I forgot I just blocked out the world. I thought not caring about anything or anyone and keeping my shit inside would help.”

“But you still weren’t happy.” She seemed to be thinking aloud but he nodded because it was the truth.

“Nope I felt hopeless and I never had a plan. Before I knew it, it was the end of my senior year. My grades were down the toilet and not enough money in the world could improve my grades or make a college accept me. I rebelled even more and started selling here and there. I started buying myself decent clothes. I wasn’t half-bad looking well-dressed so I was able to get all the girls I wanted.”

“You were so much more than that I’m sure…but hopelessness can block our true potential.”

“Yeah, I could have been more but instead I was a jerk. My other siblings evolved. My sister Gabriella, she started taking Ballet. Don use to record her competitions, because he was a genius with film. Everybody had a gift but me and I was bitter. One night Gabriella came to my room she wanted me to come to her competition. I slammed the door in her face.” Marcello paused at a small store venue and came back out with flowers.

“Gabriella was the youngest?”

“Yeah, she looked up to me. She should have looked up to Don. Sure I had beat people up for her but I was too wrapped up in my own shit to really care. I loved her and Don but I was in too fucked up a space to let them in…I wanted to go to her recital…it was strange how I just didn’t feel welcomed.”

“Did you ever go?”

“No, they left the house without me-” He stared off into the distance and Rain felt a feeling of grief wash over her.

“They died that night.” Her voice was quiet and laced with sadness for him and his lost family.

“They died that night today and I never got a chance to say goodbye. I never got a chance to really tell them how much I loved them. Marcel wasn’t even my real father. He came into me and my mother’s life they had Don and Gabriella kayseri escort but he treated me as his own. I still felt the absence of my father.”

“I’m sure they loved you as much as they loved Gabriella and Don.”

“That’s the sad thing. They did, but I couldn’t accept that. I was in so much pain. I was angry at the world because I never felt good enough.”

She grabbed the roses from his hand before he crushed them and put a hand to his face looking at him.

“You don’t have to do this.” She seemed to have an idea where they were going.

“Yes we do.”

He started walking again and she followed right next to him. They walked into the graveyard their feet seemed heavy against the soft grass glistening with morning dew from the rain that fell last night. Marcello put his hands in his pockets and guided them past various graves.

RAIN LOOKED ON THE GROUND CAREFUL NOT TO STEP ON THE HEADSTONES. The sky seemed to blacken over as she digested his words. He had carried around so much for so many years.

She figured the army was his release. A place where he could take out his anger by training and risking his life. He was left with no one when they died. It hurt her to imagine him, a young man filled with regret and blame. He stopped and so did she as they reached four graves adorned with their names.

He knelt to the ground and she started to step away to give him privacy when he reached out for her hand and pulled her down with him. He grabbed her hand as they kneeled in front of the graves.

“Why did you bring me here baby? I know this has to be hard for you Marcello, you didn’t-”

“I did. I never got to say I was sorry, and I took them all for granted. But I wanted to show you that I’ve come a long way from who I use to be, but you deserve to know the result of my carelessness. A family ruined, maybe a curse, to show me what I really had and I blew it. If I could go back -” His voice cracked and she saw the tears come down his eyes.

She released his hand and sat on the ground next to him and brought his head to her chest and stroked his cheek tears streaming down her own eyes. She ached for him and the hurt she knew was like a ball tumbling through him.

“You still have a chance Marcello. You still can say goodbye. You still can say sorry baby. You can say it right now and they will forgive you. They’re looking down on you now. They see the man you’ve become and they’re so proud of you. I’m proud of you. You’ve shown me so many new things and whether you believe it or not, you’re a damn good man. You hear me?”

Her voice was shaky with tears. “Tell them they’re watching you. Tell them baby” She encouraged him.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything. I took you all for granted. I loved you all but didn’t know how to show it. I loved you so damn much! But God I felt like an intruder like I didn’t fit. But I’m better now. I’m a man and I’m sorry. I’ve forgiven myself. To you Mom you gave me life and I am forever grateful and that’s why I always watered your plants and let Don take the credit for it but I love you.” He leaned against his mother’s headstone and Rain laid down a flower.

“Go ahead.” She rubbed his back as they looked to Marcel’s.

“You are my father. You took care of me and I love you for that even though I didn’t show it. I appreciate everything you did for me.”

Rain continued putting the roses down and clearing off the graves as they went.

Marcello continued “Gabriela I’m sorry. You thought I didn’t care about your ballet. Secretly I watched every video Don brought home. You were my little ballerina and I love you. And Don I use to cry in anger for you after I cleaned your wounds. I love you too.”

“They heard you baby and they forgive you. You can let it go and keep making them proud.”

He turned to Rain and kissed her all of the grief passing between them. She was touched that he would share this moment with her. She imagined them smiling down on him. She hoped her ancestors were right and they could hear him, feel his love, but as the sky cleared she knew they could.

“And to you Rain.” He grabbed her hands as he helped them both to their feet. “I’m sorry for the way that I treated you in the beginning and how I acted. You’ve shown me what true kindness and compassion is. I love you…”

“Marcello …” She was speechless as he held her tight and kissed the top of her head. The wind rippled passed them and her hair danced around their faces until Marcello tucked it behind her ears.

He grabbed her hand and they started to leave. She couldn’t believe she still hadn’t said anything. Of course she loved Marcello but she wasn’t being completely honest with him. Here he had laid all his demons in front of her, even his love for her, and she was still holding back. The question was would he love her the same once he knew the truth?

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JAZZ PULLED UP TO A NICE APARTMENT COMPLEX. She grew nervous. She had told him she wanted to meet with him in public. She started to turn around when she noticed him coming outside to greet her.

He was dressed in jogging pants and a crew neck white shirt. He was still handsome. He still carried his brown skin, crisp fade, and dark eyes well. He had kept himself up and still held an athletic frame. However, he looked different to her.

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That moment changed everything for Jasmine. That moment when she felt Tristan’s cock click into place inside her, filling her so perfectly, kept playing through her mind as she drove home in the middle of the night. She couldn’t stop smiling, and as she drove, she could feel her pussy throbbing, wanting more.

Tristan couldn’t switch off. He had thought that giving Jasmine her orgasm would close this chapter and his debts would be paid, but he now craved her more than ever. She’d left, and all he could think was how he wanted her to still be there. To be able to wake up alongside her naked body would be heaven.

She messaged him to say she’d got back safely, and despite the lateness of the hour they continued messaging for a long time. They chatted about the events of the evening, and shared the incredible connection they had both felt. Tristan told her how he wished she could have spent the night, and Jasmine yearned for it too.

Over the next few weeks, it was clear that Jasmine’s feelings towards Tristan had changed. He was now the sole object of her desires, and behaved as such. She would sit next to him in meetings so should could touch him under the table, she would message him more and more explicit things at all hours of the day and night and would find opportunities to meet him outside of work and they would sit in the back of Tristan’s car and behave like horny teenagers.

It didn’t take long until an opportunity to spend the night together came round. Jasmine’s husband was away on business, so she agreed to meet Tristan at a country club carpark so they could go together in one car to a hotel Tristan had booked for his own “business trip”.

Jasmine chose her outfit carefully. She opted for a green dress with low cut neckline, which only enhanced her already impressive breasts. As always, she wore high heels; this time an elegant pair of green and black ones, with sexy, black stockings highlighting her long, athletic legs.

Tristan met her as she got out of her car with the intention of putting her case into his trunk. But such was the impact of her outfit, he stood transfixed, not quite sure of what to do or say.

“Is everything OK?” asked Jasmine. “Is what I’m wearing alright?”

“You. Look. Incredible!” Tristan was finally able to catch his breath long enough to talk. His eyes didn’t know where to focus first. Her dress was more revealing than anything she’d ever worn to work and the combination of green and black complemented her dark hair and light brown skin. It hugged her figure in all the right places, showcasing the curves of her femininity.

Jasmine flashed her wide and beautiful smile and put her own case into his trunk before Tristan had gathered himself sufficiently. She closed the trunk and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Come on,” she encouraged, “let’s get to the hotel.” and with that climbed into the passenger seat.

Tristan gathered himself just in time to help her with her door, and got in to take them as quickly as he could to the hotel.

They checked into the hotel, and Jasmine suggested they went for a drink at the bar next door. Despite his yearning for her, Tristan knew that he’d need some alcohol inside him for what was to come, and was happy to draw out the evening for a while.

As Jasmine entered the bar, Tristan could see the looks from the men as they saw her. As he walked her to a table in the corner with his hand on her waist, he could feel himself growing in his jeans.

After buying himself a beer and a Diet Coke for Jasmine, Tristan took a seat next to her and placed his hand on her thigh. He could smell her now familiar fragrance and smiled uncontrollably as she smiled back at him. She lightly stroked his hand as it rested on her leg and every movement raised his heart rate just a little bit more.

Tristan had noticed that Jasmine had two smiles. The first one was simply enchanting, and captured men and women alike with its beauty. The second, Tristan had initially seen before their first kiss and much more frequently over the following weeks. It was reserved for him, and was a deeper, almost serious smile, which Tristan felt drew him, through her sparkling brown eyes, into her very soul. As he looked at her now, he felt like every cell of his being was being drawn into her. His heart raced, his cock throbbed, and he needed to have her as soon as possible.

As much as Jasmine wanted to jump on Tristan the moment they were in the hotel, she also wanted to build the anticipation further. Their first time together had caught them both off guard, but this evening, she knew she was going to have sex with him, and wanted it to be about more than that. She wanted to have some time out in public with him, and being this far away from home gave them a rare chance to do this.

As they sat and chatted, Jasmine could feel herself tingling. She watched how he was looking at her with his bright blue eyes and she felt excited and wanted. The way he held her leg was purely a sign mersin escort of affection and she in turn wanted the physical contact so placed her hand on his. He hadn’t tried to make a move on her and looked like he was just basking in her company.

“Shall we head back to the room?” asked Jasmine as soon as Tristan put his empty bottle down. She had made him wait long enough.

Tristan didn’t need asking twice, but tried to give the outward appearance of staying calm and relaxed. They held hands as they walked slowly back to the hotel and Tristan was glad he’d managed to adjust his cock in his jeans when she wasn’t looking, so at least had a level of comfort as they made the short journey up to the room.

Once inside the room, Jasmine felt nervous. She had grown to really like Tristan and didn’t want to do anything which would either put him off or make her appear as anything other than desirable. Playing on her mind was the significance of them spending the night. This wasn’t just going to be about sex. He would get to see her in her post-sleep state, without her usual make-up and her hair unstraightened. She suddenly felt very vulnerable.

Tristan could sense Jasmine’s nerves. He also felt scared himself. He desperately wanted to be good for Jasmine, but had deep-rooted self-doubt about his sexual prowess. His wife had made him feel inadequate and undesired for a long time, and he feared he would ruin the image Jasmine currently had of him. He had given Jasmine a good experience that first time, but there was a high chance he wouldn’t be able to live up to it again.

Tristan, very sensitively, brushed his hands through Jasmine’s hair in that now familiar way. He loved touching her, and her reaction to his contact confirmed that she enjoyed it just as much. He ran his hand behind her neck and slowly, but with slight pressure, massaged the nape of her neck. As she melted under his touch, Tristan leaned in and kissed her softly. Their lips met, and Jasmine parted her mouth. Tristan found her tongue there, waiting to receive his own and their tips danced together for a while as they kissed slowly and passionately. Their mouths opened more and let their tongues wrap around each other.

Jasmine let out a moan and Tristan began to try to run his hands over her. His right hand moved with purpose from her neck down her back tracing the line of her spine to her waist, lingering momentarily before moving onto her firm and shapely arse. His other hand, he placed on her hip, then moved it up her side and felt her shake slightly as he ran it up her body. His hand then met the side of her breast and began to caress it as Jasmine moaned out again.

Jasmine felt Tristan’s gentle hand run through her hair, and her nerves began to dissipate as she relaxed under his soothing touch. She felt herself drawn in and their lips and tongues worked in unison as their kiss increased in intensity. She then felt his hands appreciating her body, and she felt her pussy swelling with anticipation as he held her arse and breast.

She felt Tristan begin to move to undo her dress. She desperately wanted him to, but reluctantly blocked him. “Give me a minute,” she said, and begrudgingly pulled herself out of his arms and slipped into the bathroom.

Tristan wondered what Jasmine was doing and took the time to make himself comfortable. He slipped off his shoes and socks, and sat himself on the end of the bed with the TV remote and flicked through the different stations until he settled on a music channel playing music videos from the charts. He turned the volume down so it was little more than background noise and watched it until he heard the bathroom door open.

In the bathroom, Jasmine looked at herself in the mirror. She wiped off her lipstick which had been smudged slightly from the kissing, and composed herself. She had been so neglected of any attention or compliments from her husband that all of the body confidence she had previously had was gone. It had been over ten years since she had modelled bikinis, and in the mirror, she struggled to see the woman she knew Tristan saw. She had revelled in the attention this successful and handsome man had shown her, and wanted to feed his desires for her. She had considered how she could have sex with Tristan without having to have her body out on display. This she decided was the best plan, and had bought the outfit she put on specially for the occasion.

Jasmine nervously walked back into the room, with her arms partly across her body in a defensive position. She had changed out of her dress and was now wearing an emerald green silk negligee with black lace trimming the edges. It lightly hung over her body, skimming her thighs. It had a low neckline which showed off her perfect cleavage and her hard nipples stood proud through the silk.

Tristan stood up and walked over to her. Her nerves had once again taken a hold of her. He took hold of her hands and held them out slightly, deliberately kocaeli escort and obviously looking her up and down. “You look amazing!” Tristan said with absolute honesty.

“This has to stay on!” commanded Jasmine. Tristan nodded to show that he understood.

Tristan put his hands on Jasmine again, and through the smooth silk, her body somehow felt even better. He gently ran his hands around her waist and rubbed her back with his right hand, resuming their kissing from earlier.

Jasmine gradually unbuttoned Tristan’s shirt and slipped it off his shoulders before pulling his t-shirt over his head. Her hands gravitated to his toned physique and she let her own hands run over and appreciate the soft, white skin of his athletic body

Tristan held Jasmine and guided her to the bed, and broke the kiss to lie her down with her feet still touching the floor. He stood over her and positioned himself between her legs. He leant over her and kissed the side of her neck sensitively, breathing in her delicious fragrance. He worked his mouth down her neck to her chest, and felt her gorgeous breast with one hand through the silk negligee. He could feel her pronounced nipple with the palm of his hand as he caressed her.

Tristan continued to move his mouth down her body and, through the silk, kissed her midriff then the area just above her opening which was swollen from her arousal. He knelt down on the floor and took hold of her lace panties, slipping them down her legs and off her feet. Then, gently easing her legs apart, he licked his tongue up her leg from her ankle, up her calf, up the inside of her thigh until he reached her already soaking wet pussy. He gave her one long slow lick from the bottom up towards her clit, parting her lips as he did so. Jasmine’s body shuddered as she reacted to his tongue.

Tristan settled into a position so he could lick Jasmine’s pussy while reaching out to handle her breasts at the same time. The taste of her fresh juices was intoxicating and he began lapping at her, burying his tongue into her as deeply as he could. His hands fondled her large, firm breasts, and he ran his thumbs over and around her hard nipples, brushing them through the silk of her negligee. The smooth feeling of the silk made them feel even better than they ever had and his balls ached as his throbbing hard cock restricted their space in his jeans.

Keeping his mouth on her pussy, Tristan slipped off his jeans and underwear as quickly as he could and returned his hands to her breasts. With his cock finally free, it felt so much better and he felt it straining with arousal.

As Tristan continued to drink her in, Jasmine began to grind herself against his face. “Hold still!” Tristan instructed her, and then started to appease her desires by attending exclusively to her clit with his tongue.

Jasmine was lying back with her eyes closed, allowing herself to relax, as much as she was able, to enjoy the attention he was giving her. On the rare occasions she did have sex with her husband, there was never any foreplay, and she couldn’t remember him ever going down on her.

She began to feel frustrated as Tristan was taking so long. She desperately wanted to cum, and subconsciously started to grind her pussy up on his face.

Dancing his tongue over and around her clit, Tristan brought his right hand down from her breast, under her leg, and slid two fingers into her pussy. Jasmine moaned out with the pleasure and he slowly but firmly began to fuck her pussy with his hand while sucking and licking her clit. Her moans grew louder as Tristan gradually increased the intensity. He felt her pussy pulsing against his fingers and he knew she was close. Her entire body was trembling with the anticipation of the orgasm he could feel building inside her.

He brought his left hand down from her breast and swapped it for his right hand, wet from pussy. He moved his index finger of his right hand down to her anus, and Jasmine moaned and writhed even more as he attending to her opening. He applied firm pressure and felt his finger enveloped as it enter her. He went in further and further until he could feel a small pulse and Jasmine’s entire body spasmed. He sucked hard on her clit and massaged the upper wall of her pussy with his left hand while holding his right index finger firmly against her pulsing anus. Jasmine screamed out at the top of her voice as the spasm seemed to increase even more, her back arching off the bed as her orgasm went on and on.

Finally as wave after wave of the orgasm subsided, she lay back on the bed. Tristan removed his fingers, wiped her juices off his hands and face and climbed up alongside her.

Jasmine reached out and took a firm hold of Tristan’s cock. “I need you inside me now,” she said, and moved herself up the bed, guiding Tristan on top of her as he moved up with her. Opening her bent legs to position him between them, she pulled him close to him and kissed his mouth samsun escort passionately, tasting herself with every pass of her tongue.

Tristan lay over Jasmine, and felt the soft silk of her negligee on his body as she pulled him closer to kiss him. Their tongues moved in unison and he presented his hard cock to her pussy. With no hands needed to guide him in, his swollen head penetrated her, and her pussy consumed him a little at a time. Their bodies moved as they kissed to help his cock inch into her tight pussy, until once again, they had found that perfect connection where he filled her completely. Jasmine moaned, feeling his cock pulsing inside her, and he began to make small movements, withdrawing and returning, while her pussy adapted to his girth.

“You can cum inside me this time,” Jasmine got out between moans. “I want to feel you explode. I need to feel you cum!”

Tristan somehow felt himself grow a little more and lengthened his thrusts, using the entire length of his cock inside her now slick pussy. He was taking his time, wanting to draw it out as long as possible, but Jasmine was getting impatient. “Do you want me to go on top?” she asked.

Tristan straightened Jasmine’s left leg, held onto her right and rolled them both over so she was now straddled over him. She knelt up and began riding up and down the full length of his cock, almost pulling herself off his head, before slowly lowering herself down again. She kept repeating her long slow movements, rising up before driving herself down on his cock, each time with increasing intensity.

“I need to cum now!” she demanded. “Sit up against the headboard!”

With that, they moved up the bed. Then with Tristan sitting almost upright, and her hands gripping his shoulders for leverage, Jasmine began to grind on him. Her breasts were directly in front of his face, with the thin silk of her negligee unable to hide her hard nipples and the fullness of her breasts. Faster and faster she moved, moaning out with pleasure with every thrust of her hips. Tristan closed his eyes and focused on his breathing, desperate to hold out for her as he felt himself building again. She felt perfect, her smell was intoxicating, and her moans of pleasure made it almost impossible to contain himself any longer.

In this position, Jasmine could feel Tristan’s pulsing cock hitting her in just the right spot. Her clit rubbed up against him with every grinding movement, and she could feel her orgasm building. She moved harder and harder against him, enjoying the feeling of his cock filling her pussy completely. Then like a volcano, her climax erupted from deep inside her and she leant back, screaming out uncontrollably. She dug her fingers hard into his skin as her orgasm seemingly tensed every muscle in her body.

Tristan felt a warm gush from Jasmine as she screamed out and her pussy gripped his cock tightly. This sent Tristan over the edge too. As Jasmine had wanted, he exploded. He pumped load after load into her, while her contracting pussy juiced every last bit of cum from him. He grabbed her and held her close to him as they rode out their orgasms, their sweat-soaked bodies shaking as one.

When their orgasms finally subsided, Jasmine took herself off Tristan’s now deflating cock and fell back onto the bed, her body still spasming every now and again from the aftershocks. Tristan slid himself down next to her, and placed an arm across her. He just needed the contact.

After what seemed an age, Jasmine broke the silence. “I guess we should try to get some sleep now,” she said.

A short while later, they were both settled down to sleep on opposite sides of the bed. Tristan lay completely still, wide awake, but trying not to disturb Jasmine. He ached to be holding her and contemplated sliding up behind her to put his arms around her.

Jasmine, her back to Tristan, was also wide awake. The energy that had exchanged between them had packed her full of adrenalin and there was no way she was going to sleep anytime soon. “Are you awake?” she enquired, hoping she’d get the answer she wanted.

“Yes!” came the reply. “I’m wired. I’m not ready to sleep.”

“Same here!” said Jasmine, as she rolled over to look at Tristan, a smile breaking out as she saw him gazing back at her.

“Do you want to watch TV for a bit?” asked Tristan, and he flicked on the television with the remote and began flicking channels. The third channel he came to had a romantic comedy that was just starting.

“Let’s try that,” suggested Jasmine, and she cuddled up to Tristan, her head on his chest, as they settled to watch a bit before they slept.

Other than the affectionate touching of Jasmine’s fingers on Tristan’s chest, and the sensual rubbing of Jasmine’s back by Tristan, they didn’t move throughout the film.

As the final credits rolled, they moved as one to kiss once again. Slowly, softly and in complete sync with one another, their lips and tongues danced.

Without any conscious control, they gradually undressed one another, Jasmine no longer concerned about covering her body. Tristan embraced her now naked body for the first time, and as they kissed, their bodies became one as Tristan entered her again, this time in one smooth movement. He stared down at Jasmine and his chest felt like it would explode.

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Wednesday morning after breakfast Nancy and I went to the Field Office for the second day of our four-day assessment visit. Neither one of us was too surprised to learn that Paul Terkin, the Deputy Manager, had phoned in sick. Paul had spent the entire night at our hotel having sex first with me, then with Nancy. The guy must be exhausted, I thought.

The day passed quickly with me and Nancy sometimes working separately and at other times together. Mid-day the Office Manager took us to an uneventful lunch at a nice Thai restaurant around the corner.

Early mid-afternoon Nancy said: “I’m about to send a text message to your wife. You’re getting a copy, but don’t join the conversation. You’ll see what I send and her reply; just don’t jump in.” Then she pressed send on her phone and mine chirped almost immediately.

I was stunned when I read it: it was complete fiction about a pipe bursting in her suite and the hotel lacking any vacancy into which they could move her. The hotel offered her a discounted standard room at a sister property across town, which wouldn’t be as nice and would be quite inconvenient. Nancy’s text told Sally that I had gallantly offered to take the bullet, give Nancy my suite, and relocate to the down-scale hotel. She hesitated to accept – I was her superior after all – so she asked Sally for permission to sleep on the fold-out convertible sofa in the living room of my suite. She ended with, “It won’t be very different from having separate rooms in a regular hotel.”

I knew the ladies had been acquaintances for a long time and got along well, but I looked up at Nancy with surprise and confusion.

Sally replied within a minute. She thanked Nancy for being concerned about my comfort, had no objections at all to our sharing a suite, and said: “If my better half wants to be gallant, he should take the sofa bed and let the lady have the bedroom.”

“Tell her it’s all set then,” Nancy snapped at me, so I texted accordingly to my wife.

“Thanks for being so understanding, darling. Nancy really wanted to stay in the same hotel. FaceTime tonight? XOXO”

Of course all this blather about the sofa bed was nonsense. Nancy and I had already shared the bedroom and its two queen-size beds and would continue to do so.

***

Early that evening, before dinner, back in “our room,” Nancy was distracted, looking down at her phone as I went into the sitting room to FaceTime my wife. I closed the door behind me so that we would both have some privacy. Even through the door, I could hear Nancy’s phone beep as she texted back and forth, or did Twitter, or whatever.

Sally and I chatted about our day’s activities. My day had been pretty boring, and I noticed my wife was splitting her attention between me, on the iPad on her bedroom dresser, and her phone. What *is* it with people and their cellphones these days? Too many texts and too little human interaction if you ask me. My wife spent way too much time on social media. Every two or three minutes I could hear her phone beep, and she’d break eye contact with me and text something to a friend. Multi-tasking; I’d never gotten the hang of it.

I heard Nancy knock on the bedroom door and excuse herself. She came through the sitting room and headed out the door. “I gotta run to CVS to get some toiletries, Don. I’ll be back in half an hour.”

As I ran out of things to talk about my wife said: “Before we go to bed, honey, please wear my nightgown again. Show me how much you miss me? I heard Nancy leave so you’re all alone now.”

“Angel,” I said, “I feel kind of funny in ladies’ underwear.”

“Aw, baby, do it for ‘mommy’, OK? Show me how much I mean to you? And you are all alone… Hurry, it’s hours later here on the East Coast. I’m ready to get in bed.”

I set my iPad into the easel stand and backed away a couple of feet to get my whole torso on camera. Then, one more time, I checked that the bedroom was empty. Satisfied I was alone, I pulled Sally’s negligee over my head.

“Not like that, Goofy. I told you last night you have to take your clothes off first.”

I stripped naked and replaced the nightgown over my head.

“OK, turn around a few times,” Sally instructed. “Now stand sideways. Show me the backside for a second. I’ve never told you this before, darling, but your tushie is pretty nice. OK, twirl back to the front.” I pirouetted and followed my wife’s instructions while she murmured constant encouragement and appreciation.

“You look so nice, darling. I love it that you love me this much.”

I heard laughter from Sally’s end and stood still, staring at the screen.

“It’s the TV again, honey. I’m so forgetful; I meant to switch it off.” urfa escort She looked towards the side of the room, her eyes furious with herself. “I’ll turn it down.” She ducked off-camera for a minute and then came back. “OK, honey, we won’t hear him again. I muted the volume.”

I was facing the tablet, my erection pointing up in the air proudly behind the silky material. Five inches of powerful dick. The nightie tickled the end of my penis when the fabric moved, and that made me even harder.

“Wow, you’re happy, too, aren’t you honey? Look how big and strong Little Donny is! Next time, I have to give you a pair of panties to go with it, right?”

“If you want, Honey. I’ve never worn girls’ underwear except this nightgown. I don’t know if it would feel comfortable.”

“Hey, I have an idea. Take the iPad and go into the bedroom. Find a pair of Nancy’s panties. Her suitcase is probably open, or she may have unpacked into a dresser. Borrow a pair for a few minutes. We can put them back soon.”

I tried to get out of it, but in fact, I knew exactly where all Nancy’s clothes are because we’re actually sharing the same bedroom. Sally had guessed correctly. Nancy was indeed one of those travelers who unpacked.

“Go. Now. She won’t be back for at least half an hour.”

Only because I actually wanted to do this I let my wife think she had persuaded me. I set the tablet and its stand on the bedroom dresser.

The pair Nancy had worn all day was on top of her open suitcase. I quickly decided those would be safer to play with than a clean pair from the dresser if I hoped to put them back where I’d found them after a few minutes. They were already crumpled up and she’d never notice that I’d briefly worn them.

I heard my wife’s voice from the iPad: “Bring them over here. I want to watch you put them on, slow and sexy.”

I hustled back to the dresser and held them up in front of the camera for Sally’s approval. “They’re wet,” I told my wife.

“Smell them. Tell me what they smell like.”

I held the crotch up to my face and inhaled. The primitive scent of a hot wet cunt shot through my nasal passages. I sniffed again and then said, “They smell like her hole, Sweetheart. No cum smell. A little musky. Your hole smells so sweet when I kiss you down there, and these panties smell much more pungent.”

I kept sniffing a few more times, and then lifted a leg to slip into them. Once I had pulled them halfway I vamped and wiggled as I drew Nancy’s “boy pants” the rest of the way up my thighs and fit the soft material around my penis and scrotum. Jesus, they actually felt wonderful. My cock throbbed and twitched in their new damp home.

“Rub yourself, honey. Rub the front of your panties and make your penis shoot. It never takes you very long, does it baby? Rub a load out for me to show me how much you miss me.”

I looked down at the small bulge in Nancy’s panties formed by my genitals. I was close. I could tell because I got a very warm feeling and my breath got short. I was panting and rubbing, and I looked up at the tablet to make eye contact with my wife.

At that moment she was actually, what the hell? Actually looking at her phone! I said, “Honey, I’m going to shoot any second now.”

She pressed a button on her phone and said “Hold on, Don. Hold it as long as you can. Think about me all lonely here in bed. You’re doing this for me, not for you. Don’t ejaculate until I say so. Pump your penis for me but no squirting yet.”

I heard a nearby phone chime and a second later Nancy came in the door from the sitting room! I groaned and turned away from the doorway as if I could hide from her. Of course, she had seen me naked several times, but my wife didn’t know that.

“Nancy – you’re back just in time. Your boss is going to show you how much he misses me. He borrowed your dirty panties just like we planned and he’s wearing the nightgown I gave him.”

I couldn’t get my thoughts straight in my head. Nothing made sense.

Sally knew that I was almost naked with Nancy and didn’t care? Nancy knew I was being humiliated by my wife and was going to join? The two of them had somehow set this up in advance? Nancy’s panties had been some sort of trap?

You’ve probably had moments like this in your own life when too many things that don’t make sense all bang into your brain at once and you just sort of spin wildly from one confusion to another. Thoughts start but don’t finish before a different thought interrupts. I stood there like a fool, spinning my head from the FaceTime screen to my co-worker and back again. My penis, hard as a rock a moment before, deflated like a flat tire. I looked at it nesting in Nancy’s moist panties as if I’d never seen panties before. Like most interrupted erections, my limp dick was drooling lots of pre-cum.

Nancy came close to me and turned me gently back to the screen. “Isn’t he beautiful, Sally? Your husband makes such a pretty girl I think.”

As sometimes happens when I concentrate balıkesir escort too hard on something for too long, I’d forgotten to swallow. I felt a wet spot on my chest when I drooled a little.

We stood in front of the tablet and Nancy embraced me from behind, gently touching my penis in her delicate panties. My wife told Nancy that I loved having my nipples caressed, so she raised her hands to my manboobs and started working over my tits and little nipples. I felt the blood rushing back into my confused cock.

With Nancy holding me tight in her arms and stroking my breasts and crotch, I surrendered to the sensations. I let go for now and enjoyed what the two women in my life were doing to me. Maybe later I could make sense out of everything. Later I could imagine my new life as their toy. Maybe later, not now. Not with my nipples as hard as little rocks. Not with electricity shooting from my ball sack to my boobs and back. Not with the light material of the ladies’ negligee swishing back and forth over the head of my granite-hard little penis.

Sally kept cheer-leading, saying mean things about my poor performance as a man. How I was “better at licking my hole than real sex”. Saying that I became a girly sissy-boy when my tits were groped. Accusing me of being sexually manipulated by a female subordinate.

Nancy defended me, sort of, saying that I just couldn’t say no to sexy underthings and that I only wanted a strong partner to play with. She said I was “very sexy” and that I “really enjoyed sex if it was done the right way.” She said she was sure I would enjoy sex with any of my colleagues, male or female, if the opportunity arose. Sally replied, “I’ll make sure of that.”

I was no longer able to tell the difference between when they were having a real conversation, and when they were reading a script to each other to manipulate me.

Nancy moved to my side and while one hand rubbed the front of her panties the other hand reached inside to fondle my ass. Moving both hands up and down, she slid the panties down slowly as her right hand slid between my cheeks to finger my anus. With her palm open on my ass cheeks, she curled her middle finger into my ring up to the first knuckle, which is to say she barely entered my asshole at all. Her touch made me thrust slightly forward, away from her finger, but that just increased the pressure on my cock.

“We’re going to turn around now, Sally, so you can see what Donny really likes.”

She gently twisted me into the reverse position, so that I faced the bed and my butt faced the iPad. Nancy pushed me forward over the mattress and used both her hands to push my shoulders down. This bent me more than 90 degrees and my ass stuck up in the air in front of the iPad.

“Don’t fucking move,” Nancy snarled at me as she let go. “Sally, if your sissy husband moves an inch let me know, OK?”

She went quickly across the room to the bedside table. Taking some items out of the drawer she returned to me, faced the tablet, and said: “Wait until you see your husband in action now, Sally.”

Lubing her fingers with KY she started to gently finger-fuck my bottom.

“When I find his prostate he’ll wiggle his boy pussy like an excited doggie.”

I felt her finger, then two of them, twisting my sphincter open. She added more lubrication and began to plunge her two fingers harder, faster, and deeper, and I found myself rising up on my tiptoes in shameless delight. And although I tried not to, I wiggled, just like Nancy predicted.

“Now the vibe, Nancy,” Sally ordered.

Nancy very slowly inserted the lubed plastic vibrator into my rectum and began pumping just the front third of it in and out of me. As pleasant as the feeling was, I couldn’t stop my body from trying to move forward, resisting the insertions. This brought my crotch into contact with the edge of the mattress, which I began to hump like a horny puppy.

Nancy adjusted our two bodies so that my wife could see my degradation in the video window. Holding my hip firmly with her left hand, she placed the base of the vibe against her mons pubis with her right hand and started to fuck me by thrusting her pelvis forward and back. If it wasn’t for the hand holding the vibe, you would have thought she was fucking me herself.

The feeling of my cock rubbing and thrusting, combined with the exquisite delight of having my rectum reamed by Nancy’s “penis,” brought me to the edge of climax in a few minutes. Unlike Paul’s cock the night before, each time my sphincter muscle tried to clench it met hard unyielding plastic. When my ass squeezed Paul’s real penis there was warmth, and give. It felt like my rectum and anus were chewing on Paul’s firm but supple cock shaft, nibbling a treat.

Clamping down on this cold plastic vibrator it almost felt like the cock was fighting back. But for some reason, even though the sensations were less intimate, I couldn’t stop myself from fighting the plastic. I squeezed and lost as it refused to trabzon escort yield. Then I squeezed again. My anus and rectum felt as if the vibrator was somehow defeating us. The three of us working together – me, my anus, and my rectum – could change the shape of a marauding penis, but not this damned vibrator. It mastered us.

“He won’t last much longer, Sally. Where do you want him to squirt?”

“Shit, I don’t know. Reach under and catch it in your left hand. Then make the faggot eat his own load.”

Just hearing those words set me off, and Nancy barely had time to get her left hand in place before my worthless little balls exploded and my prostate gland gave up their juice. When Nancy put the hand cupping my load in front of my face, I lapped my cum slowly out of her palm.

My wife watched it all with a smile on her face.

“Sally, did you see that? Oh my God, he dumped a pretty good load, too,” Nancy said.

“Yes, thanks. Your timing was perfect. I always make Donny clean up his own mess. Give him a minute or two, and then make him eat your pussy. Looks like you don’t shave. That’s the hairiest bush I’ve ever seen. I’m smooth as a baby, myself. Most of the men I know prefer it that way. Donny’s mouth is his best part; make him lick you out good. But first, bring him closer to the camera. I want to see his face all glazed with his own jizz.”

Shocked, shattered really, I couldn’t resist as my co-worker pulled me by my soaking wet cock towards my wife’s face on my iPad. Her right hand still held the dildo inside me.

“Oh, Donny, somebody is a very bad boy and is going to get a big punishment when he gets home. Now you just listen to Nancy from now on, you hear me? I’m putting Nancy in charge of you for the rest of your trip. She should spank you when you’re a bad boy. You’re pathetic, you know that, don’t you? You’re a sorry lame-ass excuse for a man. I’m going to think about what to do with you from here forward. Things are going to change around my house, that’s for sure.”

“Nancy, you make Don behave himself from now on, you hear? Belt his ass if you need to. He’s all yours for the next few days. Keep sending me those text reports and photos, OK? “

“You mean like the one this morning? Of his wrecked butthole leaking semen?”

“That was *awesome*, Nancy! I’m going to make that the new lock screen wallpaper on my phone. Get his face right in front of the iPad now so I can blow my little boy a nightie-night kiss while he’s still wearing my nightie.”

Nancy shuffled me a few inches closer by thrusting her vibe into my ass. Then she withdrew it entirely and touched it to my lips. “Look, Sally, he’s going to kiss my cock goodnight now, too.”

I did.

I my wife groan and blurt out “You dirty cock sucking pig. Are you licking your ass off of Nancy’s dildo? Damn, you’re disgusting. Stay in Seattle, you sick fag. I’ll never kiss *that* mouth again, I can tell you that right now.”

And then I heard that sound again, of male laughter coming from the iPad. I guess Sally had already unmuted the TV.

***

What came next was in some ways quite remarkable, even compared to being pegged to orgasm in front of my prudish, conservative wife: Nancy and I took a shower together.

While we had crossed the line from co-workers to sex partners, there hadn’t really been much intimacy between us. In fact, we rarely ever spent time alone with each other except for meals in restaurants. But there we were in that big hotel shower, gently washing each other and even touching, kissing, and making out.

In the beginning, we had barely been attracted to each other. I found her a bit slutty; well, no, all-out slutty, and she thought I was a prissy snob. We each carried 10 or 20 more pounds than the other would find attractive in a member of the opposite sex.

But our shared sexual escapades, despite lacking any tenderness between the two of us, had brought down the barriers between us. As I gently soaped and rinsed her body, and she mine, I think we became closer than we ever had previously.

While I had always been a “Low-T” husband who left my wife unsatisfied, she had taken it out on me in other ways that made love difficult. Sally had always been not just cool to me, and usually cruel, but often noticeable hostile. Even on the rare occasions that we tried something sexual at home, it invariably ended up with Sally insulting me and making me feel not just insufficient, but unlovable and unworthy of her.

Nancy, on the other hand, was a warm passionate woman. Too passionate, which is how our relationship came to include sexual activities in the first place. Our few sexual activities, while reinforcing my beta-male stature, were at the same time pleasant and satisfying for her. She now saw the real man, or boy, behind the pompous “senior manager” facade with which I strutted around the office. I wasn’t her ideal man, but I was likable. And Nancy, divorced, needed someone to like if she couldn’t find someone to love.

So there we stood in that shower, naked, wet, and sometimes soapy, touching each other gently, and each trying to get in touch with the real person inside the other. I don’t think either one of us was comfortable with these new feelings we were having. I gently washed Nancy’s furry crotch and her large breasts, and she gently soaped and stroked my limp penis.

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You arrive at work and get to your desk. You check to be sure that bitch hasn’t taken any more of your post-its. She hasn’t, so you relax … no confrontation today. You grab your coffee cup and head back to the break area to get some coffee before starting your day.

As you head to the break room, you realize that it’s awfully quiet. “Where is everyone” you wonder. It’s not that unusual, some people occasionally run late or there could be someone in the bathroom. Anyway, you’re not worried. You make it to the break room and see the coffee hasn’t been started, so you put on a fresh pot.

You leave the break room looking to see where your coworkers are and you see the branch manager’s door is closed. As you approach it you hear someone in there. You’ve got a pretty casual relationship with your boss, in fact you have a secret crush on him, so you try the door-knob. It’s unlocked so you open it.

From inside you hear “What, hey, wait” but it’s too late, you’ve seen inside.

There, standing in the office is the branch manager, pants around his ankles, with the newly hired teller on her knees in front of him, cock in hand, and you KNOW it was just in her mouth! “Uh-um … s-sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt” you say as you feel the heat rising in your cheeks. But you don’t close the door. You stand there, frozen in place, fixated on the sight before you.

Noticing your hesitation, the manager says “Join us sweetheart”, and the new-hire giggles. “Yeah, c’mon in and close the door silly” she says in her girly gaziantep escort voice. Still not sure what to do, you are reluctant to move. After a moment, and another “Come on in dear” by your boss, you enter his office, closing the door behind you.

“I’m really sorry” you say, still in a state of shock. The new girl stands up and walks over to you. She takes your hand and brings you back over to him. “It’s ok, he was telling me that he had his eye on you.” She leaned in and put her hand on your lower back, pulling you in she kisses you. Several light kisses to gauge your interest. You kiss her back … definitely interested.

Your boss, Max, watches. It’s apparent he likes the show as his cock throbs up and down in reaction. You return the kiss and cup the breast of Tammy, the new girl. She returns the favor. Max watches … each of fondling the other … and he begins to slowly stroke his exposed cock. “Can I join you?” he asks, although he had no intention of waiting for your permission.

You feel a second set of lips on your mouth, and the three of you are engaged in mouth-play. Your free hand instinctively reaches down and finds his cock and starts to massage it. Meanwhile, Tammy has slipped her hand under your skirt and found your panties.

You lose yourself in the sensations, hands, mouths, it all feels so wonderful and you don’t even realize that your clothes are being removed. You find yourself kissing Max, one on one, and lose track of Tammy. Suddenly, konya escort you feel the warm wetness of a tongue working its way down your front, down over your belly and towards your most sensitive spot.

As her tongue hits gold, you gasp. The sensation is so intense, with the excitement of being in the office, the possibility of being caught, and Max’s cock in your hand, it’s almost overwhelming.

Max begins to work his way down your neck as Tammy laps at your pussy. He finds his way to your breast and bites it, hard, leaving a mark.

You gasp and let out a moan as you feel a hand reaching around your bottom and grasp your butt cheek. You whimper with delight as you teeter, nearly falling over from the pleasure. You find purchase on the desk next to you, and lean against it for support. Max continues down, and his face is next to Tammy’s.

There isn’t room for both of them like this, so they lay you back onto Max’s desk and spread your legs wide. Tammy licks low, and Max just above her. It’s maddening, you grab handfulls of hair, forcing someone … whoever … in deeper as you drive against their face.

Tammy works her way down to your ass and begins rimming you. “Oh my god” escapes your mouth, and your clutch at your own breasts, massaging them, playing with your own nipples.

Max stands over Tammy and begins to press his cock against your wet pussy, rubbing it up and down, occasionally all the way down to Tammy’s awaiting mouth for a quick suck, then kayseri escort back to you.

His cock presses against your opening, and slides inside. The sensation of Tammy’s tongue and Max’s cock makes you cum instantly. The orgasm hits and you let out a cry of delight as your body quivers. But they continue. They’re just getting started. Max begins to pound harder against you, driving his cock deep inside you, Tammy has moved to licking Max’s shaft between thrusts. She is right there, licking it all, balls, cock, everything as you and Max pump against one another.

Tammy moves around to Max’s ass and begins rimming him while he drives his cock into your wet pussy. She reaches under Max and finds your ass and plunges a finger deep inside you. You let out another moan “FUCK YES” you say.

You two holes are being punished, and you love it. You reach out and grab the edge of the desk on both sides for leverage, and hold on tight. Max continues his pumping and Tammy her probing.

Your body nears exhaustion as your second orgasm builds. It’s close, you can feel it “OH GOD, OH GOD” you let out, and it hits you! The waves radiate from the point of action and the orgasm explodes across your body. “Oh yeah, there it is” says Max “I’m cumming too” he says, and he pulls out just in time for Tammy to catch his spraying jism in her awaiting mouth and face. “FUCK YES” he says, as she takes him in her mouth and sucks him dry.

She works her mouth on and around Max’s cock, cleaning him off and enjoying every drop. She then turns her focus onto you, and begins licking you clean as well. You react to her tongue, and enjoy the cleanup act.

Finished, you all look at each other for a moment, and Max says, “well, we’d better get dressed and get to work ladies” and you and Tammy help each other getting dressed as Max watches and dresses as well.

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It was two days before our holiday to Prague that my girlfriend decided to leave me, it turned out that she’d been cheating on me for a while and had come to realise just now that she couldn’t live with it on her conscience any longer. I was heartbroken, I had felt that we’d had a real connection and now I found out that she’d been deceiving me all along. I’d never really had much luck with women, I wasn’t great looking and kind of shy and it had been something of an achievement to have got a girl like Suzanne in the first place. I had thought that we’d be together for always and that all my troubled and awkward efforts with women were over. How wrong I was. And what terrible timing she had. I had been looking forward to this trip for ages. My job didn’t allow me a lot of time off, or enough money to really afford a decent holiday so I’d been saving for a long time to give Suzanne just the romantic trip she would love, just me and her in a beautiful European city for a whole week. I’d even thought about proposing if the trip was going well. Pretty deluded, I know, thinking like that, never realising that all this time she was screwing someone else behind my back. I just wanted to leave everything behind and clear my head and at least my week off provided me with just such an opportunity. It had taken a lot of effort and money to get that holiday and I was determined to take it and enjoy it even if I had to go alone. So, I packed my bags and moved out, flying to Prague that weekend and deciding to put my life on hold and just enjoy myself for the next week.

Well, it didn’t exactly go like that. Even all the way across Europe, I couldn’t stop thinking about Suzanne and our life together, I was miserable and all the sights and bars that the city had to offer weren’t doing anything to cheer me up. Everything seemed to remind me of her and just made me more and more depressed. At least the beer was cheap and by the middle of the week I had taken to frequenting a different bar each afternoon and doing my best to drown my sorrows, hoping eventually I would drink enough to forget it all. It hadn’t worked so far but tonight was a little different. I had sauntered into the bar at around three in the afternoon and as usual taken a table out of the way in the corner. It was a bar that had once hoped to be quite classy but the last few years had taken their toll on it a little, still it was a pleasant enough place to pass the afternoon. A few of the other tables were taken up by middle aged Czech men I assumed must be the regulars there and one table of very loud drunken Irish students clearly there just to get hammered although for very different reasons to me. I deliberately sat on the other side of the room to them and they didn’t pay me any real attention. The barman was a man of about fifty, balding with that moustache that all eastern European men of a certain age seem to have. He seemed relatively pleased and welcoming to me, I probably made a welcome change as tourists go from the big group of drunk Irish, and like all bar tenders he could tell from my depressed appearance that I would be buying a lot from him. I ordered a Staropramen and took a look around. None of this was out of the ordinary and none of this accounted for why this afternoon my mind was able to drift for the first time from Suzanne and the holiday we should have had.

At the bar, directly opposite where I was sitting, sat the most gorgeous woman I had probably ever seen. She looked about 25, was elegant, slender and tall, almost 6′ and over that in the spiky 6 inch heels on her feet. Heels that did a good job of enhancing the look of her bare long smooth legs as she sat on a high stool with her legs crossed. Her legs ended in a shapely round arse, the curve of her body well visible in the figure hugging short skirted black dress she wore as she leaned forward to drink from a straw, her scarlet lips wrapped sensually around it. As she leaned forward her breasts jutted out more. They were big but not enormous on her shapely, slender body, I guessed about a C-cup but the tightness of her dress pushed them up and together created an alluring cleavage that was further enhanced by the crucifix that hang around her neck. The way it pointed sensually down her dress suggested that it was worn for style reasons on this provocatively dressed woman rather than religious beliefs. Her hands were thin and delicate and expertly manicured with a dark red nail polish. She had cascades of jet black hair that moved in waves as she laughed at something the bar tender said to her. The sight of her red lips and open mouth laughing and the sensual sound of her laugh send shivers through me. Her soft, beautiful face had little makeup, just enough to enhance her natural beauty, but she did have some striking dark eyeshadow and long lashes that drew you into her dark eyes.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her, no matter how hard I tried to concentrate on anything else, I always found my attention drifting back to her long legs, her thighs barely covered by the skirt of her dress, so much so that I wondered if she bent over much if you could see her panties. mardin escort I imagined them in my head, a lacy black thong with a tiny triangle of material that barely covered her shaved pussy, just thinking about her pussy made me get hard and I was glad I was tucked away in a corner with a table to hide my modesty and my mind free to roam, imagining her body stripped of that tight little dress, and her standing over me completely naked.. I shouldn’t be thinking like this, I thought, I’m supposed to be miserable because of Suzanne. And I realised that for the first time all week I had stopped thinking about her for more than five minutes. Now my mind was entirely consumed by watching every little movement of the girl at the bar. She was holding the attention of the Irish guys as well, but she seemed oblivious to it, talking and laughing with the bar tender and a couple of regulars. I guess a girl that gorgeous must get stared at a lot. I know I couldn’t help it, I tried to divert my attention to my drink but before I knew what was happening, my eyes kept straying back to those legs, imagining them wrapped around me as I fucked her tight little cunt. Now my cock was really hard and straining against my jeans. I wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that I was staring at the hot woman now and so it came as something of a shock and an embarrassment when she turned around and saw me staring at her.

I blushed bright red and desperately tried to find something else to divert my attention to but could see her picking up her drink and walking over to my table. How was I going to explain myself to her? She probably didn’t speak English and even if she did she’d probably just accuse me of being a perv, and could I really deny it, I was practically drooling over her and if she came too close she was sure to see the tent in my trousers. She stood over the table and looked down at me, towering above me in her high heels. She smiled a perfect white smile and spoke in perfect English but with a very strong Eastern European accent.

“I have seen you watching me,” she said.

“No, no…I’m not…I mean I wasn’t…” I stammered, trying to come up with an excuse.

“It’s ok,” she said, “I like the attention. Especially if it is coming from a nice looking man like you.”

“Really?” I said, speechless, I didn’t know what to say to that but this was going unusually well, “Would you like me to buy you a drink?”

“I would like that very much,” she smiled and sat down opposite me, “I’m Milena,” she stuck out her hand and I shook it, the touch of her skin was nice and soft, “It’s always nice to meet new people in here”.

Fortunately the shock of her discovering me and coming over like that had reduced the erection I’d got from watching her but still there was an embarrassing and awkward moment as I sat there and waited for it to go down enough for me to be able to get up and walk to the bar without anybody noticing. Anyway, I achieved this and brought another beer and a glass of wine for Milena. The bar tender gave me a funny look and said something in Czech that I didn’t understand but he was smiling and indicating Milena so I assumed he was congratulating me on making some progress with her.

I came back over and sat back opposite her and we got to talking. Mostly about me, she didn’t seem to want to say too much about herself, but I was more than willing to finally have someone to offload all my anger and misery over Suzanne to. Milena listened to my whole story with interest and sympathy, only interrupting to ask questions and offer her support. I could see that we were getting on quite well by now and was delighted by where this was going. This was a fantasy of a lot of guys, including me, going to Europe and being picked up by a hot girl, I couldn’t believe it was happening to me. Milena was leaning over the table putting her soft hands on mine, showing off her cleavage. She was looking into my eyes and I was lost in the understanding and sympathetic look in her dark eyes as she looked back.

“I’m sure that we here can do something to help you forget all about your nasty Suzanne,” she said, rubbing her hands across mine while under the table, her long smooth legs brushed against mine, my erection was growing up again, “I’m meeting my sister here,” she continued, “Once she comes, then maybe you and me and her can go somewhere together, somewhere private,” she said breathily in her ever so sexy Czech accent that was really turning me on.

Just then, all eyes turned to the doorway and in walked a woman that must be Milena’s sister. She looked about three or four years younger, similarly tall (although not quite as much as her sister) and almost as sexy with long slender legs and little pert breasts. Her face was a little more angular and her black hair shorter. she was dressed in a denim mini-skirt and bright red halter top with three inch wedges on her feet. Unlike her sister, she was heavily and sluttily made up. She looked like a whore, a very hot whore but a whore none the less, where Milena looked rather more classy. van escort She saw where Milena was sitting and gave a little wave coming over to our table and slotting herself in beside me, sitting so close that our bodies were pressed together in the tight space.

“This is my sister, Zelenka,” Milena introduced her, “She doesn’t speak such good English as me.”

“I am please to meet you,” Zelenka said to me, I offered her my hand but she leaned over and kissed my cheek, leaving a smudge of her red lipstick on my face.

She turned to her sister and chatted excitedly and rapidly in Czech, Milena talked back slower and more consideredly. Both seemed to be looking at me every so often and I began to realise that they were talking about me. Zelenka was asking her sister lots of questions and Milena was answering them, all the time I could feel her foot rubbing up and down my leg and Zelenka pressed close against me. I now had a hard-on that sitting so close to me, Zelenka was bound to see if she looked down. Finally, Milena and Zelenka finished talking and Zelenka turned to look at me. She leaned over, pressing her little breasts against me, running her tongue up my cheek until she was nibbling on my ear.

“My sister tell me, you, me and her are going to have some fun together,” she said in broken English, her strong accent as alluring as her sister’s, she was looking down at her crotch and her hand now ran across my erection, “I can see you like the idea as much as I do,” she smiled as she felt it.

Milena got up and smiled at both of us, “Come on you two, save it for later,” she said in English before saying something in Czech that caused Zelenka to giggle, “Let’s go now.”

The two hot Czech girls linked arms either side of me and guided me from the bar. The regulars turned and watched saying encouraging or joking things to each other in Czech. Even though I was a little embarrassed by my prominent erection, the jealousy on the faces of the Irish guys more than made up for it and made me feel great. They took me through the winding back streets of Prague and back to a little apartment in a slightly run down part of town. Inside, the apartment was pleasant but sparsely furnished, there was already another woman in there who began to talk excitedly with Zelenka when we came in.

“That’s our roommate Svetlana,” Milena explained, “You don’t mind if she joins us do you? We like to share and you seem to need a lot of cheering up.”

Well, how could I object to that, a foursome with three great looking Czech women? This day was just getting better and better, Suzanne was completely off my mind, so much so that I didn’t know what Milena meant for a second when she said I needed cheering up, I was in heaven already. Svetlana came over and gave me a kiss on the lips. She was very sexy but quite the opposite of the sisters. Blonde and blue eyed where they were dark, short and busty where they were tall and slender. She was barely dressed at all, just wearing some very sexy lingerie. Her massive breasts practically spilled out over the top of a red satin bustier trimmed with black eyelash lace and a black ribbon lace up front. The black garters at the bottom of her bustier were attached to a pair of black lace top stockings over which she was wearing a pair of red and black satin panties. It was a very hot look and one I had long fantasised about. Suzanne didn’t have any sexy lingerie, she’d said it was all for the guy’s pleasure and didn’t do anything for her. Obviously Svetlana thought differently.

Seeing the hot, busty blonde in her sexiest lingerie left me in little doubt about what was going to happen here between us, but any lingering doubts that I might have had were quickly erased as Milena began to kiss me. This was no gentle, friendly kind of kiss either. It was hot, passionate and sensual with the beautiful Czech girl taking complete control, holding me in a lingering embrace while our lips locked together and she ran her hands through my hair. Already this situation was beginning to get me aroused. As she locked lips with me, Milena was tugging at my shirt, breaking from the kiss only to pull it over my head.

Zelenka now walked over and pulled me into another kiss, pushing her tongue into my mouth. Milena meanwhile dropped to her knees and continued to strip me. As I ran my hands over the soft, bare flesh of her sister’s barely covered body, Milena undid my belt and was unzipping my trousers. My hands ran down to Zelenka’s bare thighs, caressing the soft flesh, feeling up towards her little denim skirt. Svetlana had come up behind me and was rubbing up against my back, leaning over and planting kisses on my neck. Meanwhile, Milena had pulled my trousers down around my ankles. I was completely naked and surrounded by three beautiful women. Naturally my cock had become pretty hard.

Now, Zelenka stepped back away from me, looked down at my stiff member and grinned.

“This will be much fun,” she said, smiling as she reached behind her head and unclasped her halter top, letting her perky breasts ankara escort fall free. They were, quite simply, beautiful. Not too big but certainly not small either, nicely rounded mounds of flesh with small, pointy nipples, “You like what you see?” Zelenka smiled at me, casting her top aside so she was dressed in just that tiny denim skirt.

“Oh, Zelenka, you’re gorgeous,” I sighed, really meaning it.

“I hope you don’t like her better than me,” Milena laughed, her laugh enhancing the rich Eastern European tones of her accent.

Milena was still dressed in her sexy, figure hugging black dress and, as she stood up to kiss me again, I ran my hands along her feminine curves, feeling her body thrill to my touch through the fabric of her dress. In her tall, pointy heels, she stood above me, and certainly it felt like she was the one in control but I wasn’t complaining. As I did this, she reached down and began to gently stroke my hard cock.

“Mmmm, I can feel just how hard me and my sister are making you,” she moaned, “You like this very much, don’t you?”

“Oh yes, Milena, you and your sister are such beautiful women, what more could I want?”

Zelenka now was on her knees, her pretty pink lips kissing my firm cock, making my body shiver with pleasure. I hadn’t forgotten Svetlana either. The shorter girl was still behind me, running her hands over my arse. I loved the soft, sensual touch of so many female hands on my body. Zelenka opened her lips and swallowed part of my cock and, as she did this, Svetlana playfully inserted one of her fingers into my arse, which so surprised me that I almost leapt forward, shoving my dick further down Zelenka’s throat. The pretty Czech girl didn’t bat an eyelid however and simply swallowed my whole length like a pro. I had never had any girl play with my arse like this before but I have to admit I was really enjoying the double stimulation of Zelenka going down on my dick while Svetlana explored my arse with her finger, all the time while the most beautiful of the three, the tall, elegant Milena, continued to cover me with her soft kisses.

Svetlana leaned in close to me and whispered something in my ear, I couldn’t understand a word of the Czech but her sensual Eastern European accent and gently teasing tone were a great turn-on. Overhearing whatever it was she said, Milena began to giggle to herself, showing a sexy, wide smile on her beautiful red lips.

I reached over and slowly unzipped Milena’s little black dress. She did nothing to resist it and let the dress fall to the floor, revealing her beautiful curves in nothing but a black satin bra and matching panties. Her smooth, pale, soft body looked amazing, barely covered by the black satin. I could see the full length of those gorgeous long legs and the curve of her breasts held in by the soft satin bra. I stared open mouthed, drinking in every bit of her hot body. Meanwhile, her almost as hot sister, stopped sucking my cock just as I felt like I could nearly explode and stood up so both her and Milena were standing in front of me, one sister in just a satin bra and panties, the other with her nice tits exposed and pointy and nothing covering the rest of her modesty but a very short denim skirt.

As I watched, the two beautiful, tall, black haired Czech sisters took each other in their arms and began to make out, right in front of my eyes. It was perhaps the most erotic and arousing thing I had ever seen as these two gorgeous sisters began to caress each other’s almost naked bodies as their lips pressed together. Milena began to stroke her sister’s dark hair while Zelenka began to unfasten Milena’s bra strap, letting her sister’s delicious, round breasts spill out as they pushed their chests against each other, their soft skin melding together.

My attention was distracted from this hot incestuous make out session by the third girl in the room, the little, busty blonde in the very sexy lingerie. Svetlana stopped fingering my arse and now moved round to take the place formerly occupied by Zelenka, licking and sucking my rock hard member. Even though two very sexy sisters were french kissing and fondling each other’s now naked breasts in front of me, I couldn’t help but focus my gaze on the hot blonde as she eagerly licked along my dick. Her blue eyes sparkled with kinky thoughts and there was a pretty smile on her lips as she flicked her tongue gently across the head of my cock, making me quiver in anticipation. From where I was positioned, standing over her, I got a great look at those magnificent, huge breasts, seeing right down her impressive cleavage as her red bustier pushed them together.

While Svetlana now began to swallow my cock, the two sisters broke off their kisses and came over to me. They stood either side of me and both began to kiss me, so we were sharing a three way kiss, our tongues rubbing across each other’s. As we kissed, I ran my hands over their bare chests, fondling one of their breasts with each hand. Gradually, my hand began to creep down Milena’s body, I wanted to feel this beautiful, tall and still elegant girl’s pussy, to feel how wet this arousing situation had got her. As my hand crossed her slender waist, she took it and moved it away. Milena and Zelenka stepped back and Svetlana, seeing this, let my cock slip from her mouth. She was still on her knees but all of her attention was now on her roommates and what they were about to do.

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I never dreamed I would be able to write about the fulfilment of a fantasy of mine. For years I, that is James, have secretly wanted my wife to have sex with another man. Erica my wife is 36 years old. She has an attractive figure with firm stiff breasts, with large nipples that she loves having sucked and tweaked. She has always been able to keep herself in good shape, as when I met her she was a cheerleader in school and college, she still visits the gym most days.

Although she now works as a waitress it’s more to keep her busy than anything else, as I have an excellent income and she doesn’t need to work. We had married young so she had only been to bed with me, although she is quite sexually adventurous, nothing too kinky you know, but she really enjoys sex.

Therein lies my problem, having had a vasectomy after three kids from two previous marriages I was having trouble getting it up as you might say. Not only that even when I was up the meagre five inches always seemed less than what my darling faithful wife would have liked. Not that she ever said anything but at times I felt she wasn’t getting what a woman needed from lovemaking. As I had had the snip it was never necessary for Erica to take birth control pills or for us to use safe sex practices, which makes what I have to tell even more exciting.

She really enjoys gives me head when we make out but she is definitely a spitter, not at all into swallowing. Anyway for some time now I have fanaticized about her being with another man. I don’t know why or what made me start to think of it but I got more and more aroused every time I thought about it, I just kept hoping that someday it would become more than a fantasy of mine. Although truth be known, I didn’t think there was ever much chance.

Anyhow after trying a few times to get Erica turned on to the idea of being taken and ravished by another man , and being told in no uncertain terms it would never happen, and if I didn’t stop suggesting it I’d be out on my ear, I had given up. So you can imagine how elated, despite the initial shock, I was when it actually came true, and the consequences of her infidelity became obvious. Erica had organised a long weekend off and we had decided on going away to some nice hotel, so to surprise her for a change I had booked a romantic old style hotel and laid on a theatre trip.

However at the last minute something came up at work and I was unable to go. Erica was not in the least happy about it and decided she was going with or without me. Now like most couples we have our ups and downs but boy was she mad when she left to go to the supposed fun weekend we had planned. In fact she was so mad she barely spoke as I drove her to the airport to get the plane on my road to work. She got out of the car took her bag and I never even got a cheerio or a kiss goodbye.

I decided I would make it up to her on her return and when she did come back we had a lovely meal at a very expensive restaurant, I of course bought her a huge bouquet of flowers and gave them to her as she came through the waiting area and a huge kiss to tell her I missed her. I even took her to a jeweller in town and bought a hugely expensive eternity ring for her she seemed to have forgiven me and I breathed a sigh of relief.

Erica for her part was like a new woman, yet seemed at times a bit far off with me and I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. This went on for a couple of months and I happened to bump into her doctor one day and he said “Congratulations James, how’s your wife doing..Tell her I’ll see her next week for her eight week check!”

Well I was lost, what was going on had he got me mixed up with someone else, I couldn’t put the two and two together until I arrived home and told my wife what had happened. She looked at me her face dropped and she burst into tears. “What’s wrong love?” I asked, still not putting the pieces together.

Erica sat down her body was being wracked by sobs and loud crying as she looked up at me and said “I’m pregnant!”

I laughed and said something stupid like “Your kidding right!” quickly followed by “How’s that possible?”…”I mean I’ve had the snip!” as at last all the lights came on! I realised it wasn’t mine, my faithful wife, my sweetheart, the love of my life had had an affair! When?, who with? How’s it possible all ran through my head as realisation hit me. I sat looking at her in amazement. My anger welled up and was immediately replaced by a semi state of arousal, I wanted to know who and how and why all in one thought.

“When? How? Who with?” I blurted out.

Erica was still sobbing and crying “I love you James! I’m sorry I’m so sorry I never meant it to happen please James I love you!” she crawled over to me as I lay slumped in the chair. The realisation hitting urfa escort me that my wife had allowed another man to have her had winded me somewhat. At the same time I wanted all the details as my sexual fantasy floated before me and I realised I hadn’t been there to see her with this other man. Not only that she had got herself pregnant by him.

“Tell me everything! I want to know every little detail or I’ll throw you out now you slut!” I half heartedly shouted. I had no intention of doing so but even I wasn’t prepared for Erica’s story but this is eventually what she told me…

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She had dressed for her night out. She wore tight knee length black skirt, and a flouncy frilly, red top. Underneath she wore a sexy half cut bra and her panties were both red and laced in black to finish off she had a pair of sexy sleek high heel shoes. She said she ate dinner at a cosy expensive restaurant charging it to my account, and then headed to the theatre. “I was still mad at you for not being there!” she said looking up at me with tear stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes.

Upon the show evening ending, she had gone for a quiet drink at a bar close to the hotel, so she could dance the rest of the night away. (I should say here that Erica hates blacks with a vengeance, she was born in south Carolina and just has a true dislike for them), there were a few blacks drinking in the place when she went in and Erica said she screwed her face up and mutter to herself. She ordered a large red wine for herself and sat down, she was soon enjoying the music and the red wine she was drinking became several glasses over the spell of the evening.

As Erica is a smoker she said she had went outside to smoke, she found her lighter wouldn’t work and the only person outside was a big black guy, she swore when she couldn’t get her lighter to work and the black guy held his out and offered her it to light hers. She had accepted and soon found herself chatting to him despite her dislike for blacks he had got her giggling like a school girl with his chat. She said she supposed the drink, cold air and her relaxed mood had something to do with it. He had finished his smoke and returned inside and made his way back inside to the bar.

Erica’s face was by now bright red, as she continued as she told me he had offered to take her outside and fuck her brains out, she said she had found his advances very rude if not somewhat exciting. Even her hatred hadn’t stopped her feeling a little aroused, “but if you had been there none of this would have happened!” she suddenly snapped at me between sobs.

She then took a big breath of air and continued to tell me of what had happened. I had been back in the room for about ten minutes , when I heard voices in the corridor, A knock at the hotel room door When I opened it, it was the black guy I had been chatting to. I had asked if I could help him and he said “you left your jacket so I followed you to give it back”. I thanked him and before I knew it, I invited him in for a drink as way of thanking him despite the fact he made my skin crawl.

I by now realised what had happened not only had she been fucked by another man but it had been a black guy, my tiny cock quickly became quite excited, twitching, at the prospect of hearing about how my sweet, beautiful wife had surrendered her body to this black man. I had been hoping for this to happen with some white stud, but now, I was doubly excited about some black stud working my wife’s breasts and pussy.

Little did I know, what was about to have happen over the period of several hours in that hotel room.

My cock was by now rock hard just listening, as she continued telling me how he pulled her nearer to him and put his arms around her waist.

It is one thing to imagine your wife fucking another man but for it to be a big cocked stud, at least I was hoping he had a big cock, for me that was all it had been, until this moment, my imagination. So the mere thought of my wife actually in the arms of this black man was incredible. I could not believe my ears.

She continued as I began to slowly massage my swollen knob through my trousers.

He began to slide his hands over my body, going from my waist and hips to my big assed butt. His large black hands, gently pulling me, closer to him, grinding his groin into mine. I did not resist his move. I was turned on by the prospect that I was about to let a black man do things to me, that I had only imagined till now. His hands were kneading my firm large butt and hips. I began to grind my pussy against his leg and hump myself towards his prominently bulged crotch.

I told him that I was married but he seemed to thrive on that knowledge telling me he was going to make me his black cock loving bitch, and that my husband’s cock would never again satisfy me.

Our kissing was both deep and passionate. He wasted no time taking his lips balıkesir escort to my neck and kissing the soft white skin as his hands worked on my big assed hips. He kissed his way around and down my neck before moving slowly up to my mouth and lips again. I remember I moaned slightly as his lips touched mine but again, I offered no resistance to his kiss. In fact soon after our lips met I opened my mouth allowing his tongue to fill my mouth. As our tongues danced he manoeuvred me back to the edge of the sofa and sat me down. Once again the kissing became more passionate with grunts and moans coming from both of us. He slid his hands down to my breasts and massaged them roughly without the slightest resistance from me, in fact as his hands touched my breasts I pushed my chest out and moaned. He wasted no time in getting my flouncy top unbuttoned as he kept my mouth engaged. He then quickly unclasped my bra, exposing my highly aroused breasts to him, he then quickly moved his kisses down my neck to my breasts!

I was already rubbing my tiny rock hard cock, openly in front of my wife as she relayed her tale of infidelity to me. “Go on go on!” I croaked as she began to rub my tiny balls for me.

“You actually enjoy that I was unfaithful don’t you! You pervert!” she gloated, squeezing my balls making me gasp.

“Well baby!” Soon his mouth enveloped my right nipple and I had moaned rather loudly as his mouth encircled my nipple while his hand massaged my left breast. It was incredible to see the contrast his dark face and mouth devouring my white breasts. I had lost all inhibitions about my marriage vows and my hatred for blacks by this stage I just wanted him to fuck me, to fuck your slut of a wife until I begged for mercy.

I moaned and thrust my chest out as he pulled me close to him at the same time I was by now leaning back on the sofa. He moved his mouth between my breasts, licking sucking and kissing as he gave me so much pleasure, but I knew he obviously wanted more as it was not long till he was moving his hands down my body towards my legs.

I knew immediately that He wanted to get some of my pussy! And that I was not resisting his advances, at the time I didn’t know if I was in control of myself or not. All I wanted was to have my pussy fucked and he was the one going to be doing it.

He soon had his hands moving up from my knees to my inner thighs. I spread my legs allowing him full access to my pussy. When his fingers first entered me, I breathed in deeply and moaned, thrusting my hips out like a cheap slut, to meet his fingers and my head moved back into the sofa.

“Oh my god bitch you are so fucking wet!” he cried out

His hand moved quickly, finger fucking me. It was truly an indescribable and delightful feeling, having this black guys thick fingers stuffed inside your wife’s pussy! Filling me like you had never been able to do to me, with fingers or cock. His mouth was still working on my tits as his large black hand fingered my dripping wet hole!

I moaned all the more as he inserted another finger into my now eager to be full cunt! ( I noticed her change of use from pussy to her cunt now. Something she never referred to with me) as he worked my cunt with his hands he removed his mouth from my tits and then proceeded to undress me completely. First he removed my top and bra, then he went back to kissing my breasts never letting up on his fingering of my pussy. I was lost in a world of ecstasy; I moaned and moved my body in rhythm to his.

He found my clit and expertly worked it with his finger and thumb. I again, moaned louder and more heavily as I started panting, I knew then that he was so close to making me come! His black fingers furiously worked in and out of my pussy, but this stud knew what he was doing, he took me right to the point of orgasm then stopped. I moaned so loudly in disappointment almost crying out with frustration ;

“Oh god you black bastard…. no don’t stop now… fuck me I’m so close”

He left me there all hot and bothered, wanting more as he pulled his fingers from my wet cunt, I could see my own juices glisten in the room lights as he withdrew them. Instead the black stud stood up and was soon removing my skirt and panties revealing my dripping wet, cunt.

He then quickly stripped down to his boxers, which were extremely well tented at the front, let me tell you! It was only a brief moment before I was completely naked before him. Just as I managed to catch my breath his hands were back at work on my cunt, which was absolutely sopping wet!

I looked such a slut, laid there with those black fingers sliding in and out of my cunt. He again took me almost to the point of Cumming and stopped, taunting me.

“You really want to cum bitch don’t you, I know you do Oh! I know you do!”

“You want this big nasty nigga to make your tight white cunt cum don’t you!”

After a couple more times of him doing this I was practically trabzon escort begging to come. Finally, I could stand it no more screaming loudly at him “I want to cum ,please let me cum!… I want to fucking cuuuummmm!”

He then got up from the sofa and stood before me as he slid his boxer shorts down, revealing an absolutely magnificent cock! It was long, thick, covered in thick almost grotesque veins and black as coal as well as being rock-solid hard! I am certain it was no less than ten inches!

I remember thinking I always knew my five inches were pathetic but this was just one mother fucker of a cock!

I was way beyond the point of return baby, so desperate was I too cum. He moved between my legs and just stood there waiting me to invite him to deal the final humiliation of breaking my wedding vows, and with a black man. His hands still worked my pussy as my breathing once again deepened. I could feel my chest rise and fall quickly as the impending orgasm approached and then he stopped yet again, knowing full well I was on the very verge of an orgasm. He spoke again, this time almost roughly

“All you got to do is ask for it bitch, I’ll give you exactly what you’re wanting!”

I was all his from that moment on darling, I’m sorry I just surrendered to him immediately, giving myself completely to him, panting like a bitch in heat,

“Oh God fuck me, please fuck me!…fuck my white slutty cunt you black bastard!”

Then his long dark, black shaft poised at the opening of my cunt thrust forward, the massive black cock spread my cunt open! I was in ecstasy as this happened. His big black hands held me open by the ankles, spreading my legs as he slowly slid that thick black shaft into my pussy. I moaned, groaned, sighed and panted as he entered me, stretching me, filling me to places I had never before felt a cock penetrate too. His big black cock was by now touching previously untouched territory of my pussy. I was stretched by his girth more than I ever had been! And it showed as I moaned over and over, the pain both sore yet pleasurable

“Oh oh, oh my god! Oh fuck, fuck” ….”Oh my fucking god!”

Before long he had sunk every last inch of his ebony cock into my eager cunt. He would pause briefly before withdrawing the black shaft he had inserted into me! His cock glistened with my moistness. He would then withdraw his cock, till I could see the mushroom crown of that black cock almost come completely out of me briefly, and then he would thrust it back into me. I groaned loudly and let out a low growl of satisfaction as I began to simultaneously thrust my hips forward to meet his cock. He soon picked up the pace fucking your wife hard and fast.

His balls slapped against my fat ass, as our thrusts met. He kept commenting on how big a slut I was for his big black cock, and how wet I was

“Your pussy feels so fucking wet, bet you ain’t never been fucked so deep have you bitch?”

He laughed loudly as I could only pant and groan at the onslaught.

“Yeah I know this is your first black dick bitch, how you liking it?”

I let him Know best I could that indeed it was, and how much I was loving it, by telling him to fuck me harder and fill my white slutty cunt with his black cock. My hands were now on his ass pulling his black cock deeper into my dripping cunt with each thrust. I then pulled him down and started kissing him deeply and passionately as he fucked me silly! My breathing was ragged, and increasing rapidly, soon I knew as did he that I was on the edge of Cumming; He didn’t stop this time!

My breaths became shorter and shallower, but his thrusts remained long, deep, fast and hard. I went over the edge screaming out as my body was racked by a powerful orgasm. He never missed a beat, continuing the relentless pounding on my well abused cunt as I came, prolonging my orgasm. I was by now flopping around like a rag doll moaning and sighing at his persistent thrusts as I enjoyed the pleasures he was bringing to my body. As my orgasm subsided I pleaded with him to stop, telling him that I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Too late baby, this cunt of yours isn’t done yet neither are you!”

He fucked me for some time like that before moaning

“I’m almost there, ain’t no stopping now!”

I was moaning as I desperately wanted the pleasures I was feeling, with each thrust of his ebony rod. His thrusts intensified and he began to breathe heavily, then suddenly without warning he grunted, sank his cock deep into my wet frothy hole. He was so deep inside me, that I felt his large ball sac tighten towards his groin and then his balls starting to jump around as his cock spurted shot after shot of cum into my fertile womb. All too late I remembered I wasn’t on any birth control, “Oh my god I could get pregnant!” I yelled

“That’s what I is hoping for bitch…. your belly full of a black baby!… then you is a true black cock slut!”

At each spurt, he thrust into me as he emptied his balls.

I too erupted at the same time, my cock oozing two weak spurts of almost watery sperm, my balls ached as I squeezed the last few drops out. Erica my wife said she just smiled and laid back opening her legs and fingering her own pussy as she continued. “It didn’t end there baby not by a long shot!” she sluttily teased.

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Bart was a young Traffic Officer about 24 years old. As an attractive young man with dark hair and an easy smile his sex life remained active. He usually works late nights and of course that puts a bind on his night life. Bart hates the idea of masturbating because he likes to live a correct and moral life style. Bart was beginning to get pent up from working nights though. He often got very fatigued from midnight to about six in the morning.

Sitting in his patrol car radaring traffic on a back street he chose for taking quick naps, he found himself thinking of women. Then he thought of his last date and his last lay. He remembered how nice she looked naked. He could not help himself and got hard thinking about it. This woke him up a little and suddenly his radar gun beeped. He had a speeder. He saw the speeder swerve a little.

Finally he could get his mind off of women for a minute so he would not have to think of his hard on. He cranked up the car and put it in gear. He was chasing a Black Jaguar running over the speed limit. When he caught up with it he turned on the lights. Perhaps because he still had a hard on he decided not to call it in but just warn the driver and see if anything was up. She put on the brake lights, and signaled to the right to pull over. Actually she turned right into a small abandoned drive way shrouded with trees. She came to a stop in a small open space that turned out to be a small circle so their cars were not directly in line.

Up Skirt

As he approached he could see it was a lady driver. When he came closer he could see she was attractive. She looked out of her window right at his raging hard on. Her lips developed a wisp of a smile. He took his flashlight and shined it in her face as if professional but it was to blind her for a minute so he could get a look at her. At first it looked like she had on a black dress, but then his flashlight revealed that it was a see through negligee bursa escort that was easy to see her skin. He saw her brown puffy nipples through it. He let the light beam travel down her front. He could see the band of her bright red panties, and kept looking. Her negligee was very short and was riding up on her hips. This revealed her pussy mound in bright red. She was in a slouched position with her hips scooted forward just a little to reveal her pussy better. Even his face almost turned crimson. Her legs very very shapely all the way up to her crotch. He thought he could see some black pubic hair under the band and the faint outline of her pussy crack and lips. He saw a small knot that through the material that was her clit.

Finally he said, “Do you know how fast you were going?”

She said, “Was I speeding? I am sorry if I was. How can I make it up to you?” She looked directly at his pulsing hard on.

Bart could not think straight by this time.

She turned on her interior light. Bart could see she had a soft off white leather interior. The interior light showed right through her negligee. He stared. Softly she said “here let me get out.” She got out and standing in front of him she was a bit shorter, she raised her hands high and said, “Do you want to frisk me?”

He couldn’t speak, but he shook his head no, but his hands reached out and lightly touched her side. Then he lightly rubbed her side only for a couple inches. When nothing alarming happened, he gently rubbed up and down her side. He could feel the band on her panties and up to the sides of her breasts. He got bolder and rubbed more of her breasts. He thumbed her nipples. When she groaned he took it as encouragement. It did not take long before he fondled her breasts thoroughly. As he bent down to kiss her nipples through the fabric he let a hand wander down her back and on her ass. He cupped malatya escort her ass cheeks, and rubbed them good feeling the softness, and then up and down her crack. He let the hand go below her hem and he slipped his hand under her panties and felt the bare butt cheek.

She grabbed his hand and said “No not yet, come over here.” There was a soft grassy spot in the circle. She led him by the hand. They laid down and Bart was still speechless. She reached over and rubbed his super sensitive raging hard on. He kissed her neck and she unbuckled his pants. Then she undid his shirt. They kissed, groped, and rolled around for a bit. He hardly realized it that he was naked until she sat on his chest. She was now naked. Either this was a dream or she was the most beautiful woman in creation. He felt her pubic hair rubbing his chest as she moved up toward his face.

She rubbed her clit up his chest hair, and finally on his chin. She teased his lips with her clit and then her pussy lips. She said “hold your tongue out.” She planted her pussy on the bridge of his nose letting her pussy lips separate by his nose, and then slid down his nose slowly until her pussy was on his tongue and her clit was sliding on the tip of his nose. Finally her clit slipped onto his tongue and his lips. “Kiss and suck it.”

The Dropper

He kissed licked and sucked. She turned around and planted her pussy on his mouth again with her asshole on his nose. He held out his tongue. She reached to the side and took a small dropper. Without him knowing it she squeezed some drops on his tongue. Soon like a date rape drug, he was out of it, was uninhibited, and susceptible to suggestion. She slid her crotch up and down his face. He licked and smelled her entire crotch. He kissed her firm butt cheeks. She said “That tastes good doesn’t it?”

He moaned, “Uh huh.” He licked her asshole.

She said çanakkale escort “you love kissing and licking ass don’t you?” “uh huh.” She continued “You like kissing anyone’s ass and it is your favorite hobby isn’t it?”

“Uh huh.”

“If I cum you will eat my cum won’t you?”

“Uh huh.”

“You love to eat, taste, and swallow anyone’s cum don’t you?”

“Uh huh”

“You would eat, kiss, and suck any crotch for cum wouldn’t you?”

“Uh huh.”

“You would love to suck cock and balls for the cum wouldn’t you?” “uh huh.”

A dark figure came out of the shadows. She scooted back a little on his face. The figure knelt down in front of her over Bart’s chest. He already had his cock out and it was dripping pre-cum. He was about to ejaculate any second. Bart had his mouth open and tongue stretched out. The dark figure of a man waited to the last second and stuck his cock in Bart’s mouth. A big load of cum shot in ropes to the back of Bart’s mouth leaving strings of it on the roof of his mouth and in his cheeks and a final large drop on his tongue. She said, “Taste it baby, feel it, love it, and swallow it. Dream of more.”

This was followed by several more figures from the dark unloading cum into Bart’s mouth. Later she jacked Bart’s cock scooping up his cum and feeding it into his mouth. She had them help her put Bart back in his car. They threw his clothes into the seat beside him.

Just as the sun was about to rise Bart woke up. In a panic he realized he was naked but could not remember why. Quickly he looked around and saw his clothes in the seat. He grabbed them and got dressed. Thank god he thought, nothing seems to be missing. He had a new taste in his mouth. It tasted good but he felt he needed to brush his teeth, take a shower, and get some sleep before work the next shift. He had an odd desire to get more of that taste but he did not know what it was.

She drove home after a productive night. Her garage door opened automatically and she came into the garage and let it close before turning on the lights. After several more of these episodes in last night’s locality she would start in a new area of town. She wondered how long it will take before Bart discovers that he likes to take it up the rear.

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Several years ago I had a remarkable experience while visiting my parent’s home for Christmas. Shortly after high school I had accepted a job in New York and only made it back south occasionally, so I lost track of many of the people I hung out with, including girlfriends. It was with some surprise then when I pulled into a gas station near my folks house to see Danny, a former co-worker from the local burger joint who I had worked with, and who was the brother of Judy, an old flame who had worked there also. Danny and I talked briefly and he told me that Judy was back at home and that I should call her up.

Judy and I had dated on again/off again during our junior and senior years of high school. We were never very serious and although I tried, we never got past heavy petting. The last I had heard was that she was engaged to some guy in the Air Force. It had been about four years since I had last seen Judy and I was nervous that she either wouldn’t remember me or wouldn’t really care to see me, but my concerns were unfounded as she sounded very happy when I called and was anxious to see me. We made plans for me to pick her up at seven, and since it had been years since I’d last seen her, I’d forgotten how to get there, she gave me directions to her parent’s house. She said she had a surprise for me. I couldn’t wait.

Time seemed to drag the rest of the afternoon. All I could think of was Judy. You’d have thought that I had found my lost love when in reality we had never really gone steady. I vowed that I would be cool and collected, and that my maturity would let me get the things that had eluded me before, specifically into her pants. I wasn’t sure what she had in mind, but I bought a case of beer and put it in the trunk figuring that it’s always good to be prepared.

Driving to Judy’s house I was trying to remember everything I could about her and her family to avoid the awkwardness of forgetting something important that I should have known, but all I could think of was how Judy looked, (5’6″, strawberry blonde, thin as a rail, very flat but nice hips) and how I felt years ago when we made out. Thankfully she answered the door and was ready so I didn’t have to endure the uncomfortable “waiting with dad” stuff that I used to have to suffer through. Judy looked great, she was obviously a late bloomer since she had filled out dramatically since our high school days and was no longer flat. I complimented her politely that she looked better than ever and she responded with a small kiss and said I looked good too.

We got into my car and I started driving asking her where we should go and what her surprise was. She was playing very coy, just telling me where to turn and nothing more. I had been away for so long that I was getting my directions mixed up when the next turn put us onto a familiar street, the one my old girlfriend Sheryl had lived on. I wasn’t terribly surprised when Judy had me stop right in front of Sheryl’s house, thinking that she would want to talk or something, but then she opened the car door and asked if I was coming.

Sheryl and I had dated pretty steadily, although we were never truly “steady”. She too worked at the burger joint and I used to drive her home when we got off work. She was the first girl I had ever really dated and the first that I had ever “done” anything with. I knew she had her eye on me almost the first time I saw her at work, the way she talked and acted towards me. You can just tell, and even though I wasn’t initially that attracted to her, she wasn’t half bad; tall, (about 5’8″) thin but with a decent chest and blonde hair. I remember how we first got together; it was one evening in the burger joint parking lot, a bunch of us employees had just gotten off work and were hanging out, looking for something to do. She stuck to me like glue even though I really wasn’t trying to impress her. As the hour drew late I was actually trying to go home since I didn’t want any flack from the folks about bringing the car home late, and she just jumped into the front seat. I tried to discourage her, but she was determined, and it seems that often I have a hard time saying no. She kissed me, my first French kiss and I guess I was hooked. As the days went by, hers were the first breasts that I had ever caressed or suckled, and later still, her’s the first pussy I ever fingered and then later, ate. She was too shy to reciprocate anything beyond kisses and I was too self-conscious to ask her to, and we never had intercourse. Sheryl and Judy were close friends and strangely enough now that I look back at it, the girls had never been jealous of each other regarding me dating them both. Sheryl and I had never officially “broke up” as after I quit the burger joint we just didn?t see each other often. I think the last time I saw her was shortly after graduation, her slutty girlfriend Marlene was with us and threw herself at me. At the time still being a virgin, and figuring that I would stay that way with Sheryl, I ended up leaving mersin escort with Marlene and did lose my virginity to her, but I felt bad about it. Now I was hoping that Sheryl wouldn’t still be holding a grudge about it.

We went up to the door and Sheryl answered it. I thought Sheryl’s eyes would jump out of her head when she saw me as Judy hadn’t told Sheryl about me being in town. If she even remembered my infidelity with Marlene, she didn’t show it as she ran out onto the porch and wrapped her arms around me a gave me a nice kiss. It felt great holding her in my arms again and her kiss was more than just polite. Sheryl wasted no time getting us inside since it was cold and we all settled into the family room where a pleasant fire was burning in the fireplace. The chatter was typical of what you’d expect from three friends catching up after a long absence. It seemed that Sheryl was fresh out of long relationship that had gone sour and had moved back home within the last month. Judy had married the Air Force guy, but that relationship had failed too and she was home now. Fortunately neither women had children with these men.

We talked for close to an hour before I asked Sheryl if anyone was home. She said her parents and sisters had gone to visit her grandmother for a couple of days and that she couldn’t go because of work, but that seeing me she was glad that she stayed home. I told them I had the beer in the car and asked if they wanted me to bring it in, to which they replied “definitely!” Sipping suds and talking with these two seemed to bring back a lot of memories as we caught up on people and places. The talk remained polite with minimal double entendres as I didn’t want to appear lecherous as much as I desired them both, especially considering that they may have still been sensitive about their previous relationships. They both made me feel very welcome, sitting close to me, making lots of eye contact and lightly touching me as they spoke.

The beer was having it’s usual effect as the talk became more animated and the topics more risqué. Things were going so pleasantly that I really wasn’t thinking about whether we should go out or how the night would end; I was just enjoying the moment when rather suddenly things changed. Sheryl left to use the bathroom just as Judy returned from there, but Judy surprised me by instead of sitting next to me on the couch, she straddled me on my lap. “It’s so good to see you after all this time” she said and then kissed me. Well if her earlier kiss had been polite, this one was obscene! She wasted no time getting her tongue into the act and if memory serves me correctly, she had learned quite a bit during the last four years. I returned the favor and upped the ante by unbuttoning the top three buttons on her shirt and began kissing my way down her neck. She was definitely enjoying the sensation as she held my head to her and ground her crotch into mine. Now the only thing I was thinking was how to get out of here and go somewhere where we could do this right.

Sheryl interrupted my planning when she walked in and cleared her throat. “Hey, what about me?” she asked in mock sadness. “Oops”, Judy replied and slid off of me onto the couch. “Poor Sheryl needs some affection”, “Come sit here with us” she said and patted the couch between us. Sheryl came over and sat down and Judy and I began comically kissing her cheeks, making loud smacking noises. Sheryl giggled at first, but then turned to face me and gave me a real kiss, ignoring her friend. She moved her tongue well too and now I was heating up and thoroughly perplexed as to how to deal with this situation. I decided to follow the same plan that was working with Judy and trailed kisses down Sheryl’s neck and unbuttoned her shirt. Sheryl’s response was identical to Judy’s, and now both girls chests were showing at the top of their bras. “I could use some more of that”, Judy suggested and it was repeated with both girls the same way.

At this point I needed to make a pit stop at the bathroom and try to think of a way to progress this to the next step without dropping the ball. As I got us each another beer a deck of cards sitting next to the phone gave me an idea. I returned to the family room and was relieved that the girls had not buttoned up, for if they had I’d have worried that things were cooling off. They were really starting to get fresh telling me that if I had taken any longer they would have come looking for me to make sure I wasn’t “wasting anything” with my hand! I assured them that that wouldn”t happen tonight, and sat down shuffling the cards. I asked them if they had ever played blackjack and they both replied that they had, so I dealt out a hand and we played. Judy busted, Sheryl stood on an 18 and I won with a 19. “Looks like you’ve lost a shoe” I suggested to Judy. She looked a little confused since both of her shoes were on, then with a sly grin recognized what I was saying and took her shoe kocaeli escort off. Now Sheryl was looking back and forth between me and Judy at first perplexed, then apparently interested. Judy’s nonchalance seemed to both surprise and reassure her. The next hand was dealt and strip blackjack was underway without me ever having to sell or even discuss it.

The game progressed quickly with both girls’ inexperience evident. As the dealer I really didn’t have to implement any strategy and with the beers, it was just as well. Shoes and socks were lost with little fanfare. As their shirts came off, all eyes were first on Judy’s lacy bra and later when it was Sheryl’s turn her more basic bra gathered stares. Pants came next and I was half hoping to see some wet marks on their crotches, but they were careful to keep their legs closed. There would be no hiding my excitement if my pants were off since my hardon was pressing almost painfully against my pants. The girls were now left in bras and panties. I was easily ahead since I still wore my pants and I figured that if the girls were going to chicken out, now would be the time, especially if Sheryl lost next since she was looking both nervous and excited.

Luck was with me as Judy lost the next hand and would have to remove either her bra or her panties. She looked at Sheryl and I, and with a mixture of excitement and shyness unclasped her bra allowing it slide forward on her breasts. My eyes were working overtime absorbing this erotic moment, looking at Judy’s excited face, then her beautiful body, then at Sheryl who seemed equally excited and was looking intently at her disrobing friend. Judy seemed to enjoy being in the spotlight as she slowly pulled her bra away, revealing two beautiful round breasts with hard swollen nipples. She sat back down, making no attempt to hide her lovely chest. I looked at her longingly and let out a gasp to which she gave me a lurid wink.

The next hand was lost by Sheryl who looked like she was ready to run and hide, but ever the trooper mimicked Judy’s proud display, and pulled her bra off as Judy and I gazed at her. She was a little faster though, not as much showmanship. Her nipples weren’t as hard as Judy’s, but luscious nevertheless. She followed Judy’s lead by not trying to cover up as she sat down to resume play. “I can’t wait until you lose a few” she said directed to me. “I just cheat better than you is all”, I replied.

I did lose the next hand and was now down to my underpants with an obvious tent pole in front. “Looks like your hiding a gun there” Judy remarked. “I hope to shoot you with it later” was my retort and we all laughed. I had been so engrossed first with how to get this game started and then by how nice it was working that I wasn’t sure how to progress it once we were all naked. I dealt the next hand and figured I’d think of something. Judy lost and it was time for a finale. Sheryl and I watched intently as Judy put on a wonderful display laying on her back in the middle of the room, slowly pulling her panties down as she ran her hands up and down her legs. She looked like a pro and I wondered if she had ever danced. Sheryl and I stared at her in awe. The strawberry blonde hair on her head was matched perfectly in the V between her legs, but I couldn’t get a good view of her lips.

Since I still didn’t have any idea of what to do next, I dealt another hand. Judy lost again, and being now naked she asked what to do. Since I had won the hand, I declared that the loser must kiss the winner for 30 seconds, to be timed by the third. A lovely naked Judy crawled over to me and started kissing me passionately and grinding herself against my tent pole. She worked quickly and was soon kissing her way down my stomach as Sheryl announced that the 30 seconds was up. I was almost ready to quit the game and continue with Judy, but before I could try she had already moved back to her seat.

Sheryl lost the next hand and as she had done with her bra, mimicked Judy’s performance of slowly pulling off her panties and running her hands over her body, but she put a new twist on it by gently tugging her nipples. Again I was torn between watching her and watching Judy’s heated reaction to her. Both girls had remained focused on the action as clothes came off. When Sheryl’s panties were finally down on one ankle, she flipped them to Judy and I. Judy caught them and surprised me by holding them close to her face.

The next hand was played and again Sheryl lost. I had won again, so this time Judy timed us as Sheryl draped herself over me with delicious kisses. She too worked her way down, and was fast enough that she had the end of my underwear covered cock in her mouth when time expired. Again I thought about ending the game, but again my co-players were back in their places.

I dealt again and wasn’t surprised that Judy lost, but a new turn presented itself in that Sheryl had won! As we all realized this I was samsun escort thinking fast how to adjust the rules when Judy handed me the watch and crawled over to Sheryl. Sheryl’s eyes were locked on Judy, and she didn’t even glance at me as Judy took her into her arms and lightly kissed her. They both closed their eyes as the next kiss became more intense and I shifted my position to watch them more closely as they obviously both used their tongues in the next kiss. I was taken completely by surprise by this unexpected turn of events. As she had with me, Judy slowly worked her way down Sheryl’s chest stopping briefly at each nipple before kissing further down. Time actually ran out as she reached Sheryl’s belly button, but I let her go a few seconds longer until she softly kissed Sheryl’s pussy once. Time’s up I announced as Sheryl moaned.

We all returned to our places and I observed the girls closely to gauge their reactions. They both smiled both at me and each other, apparently completely comfortable with the situation. My curiosity was running rampant and I had to stifle my urge to question them both about this; not wanting to spoil the moment, I dealt another hand.

I lost the next hand, and the removal of my last article of clothing seemed almost anticlimactic when compared to the excitement of the girls together. I considered flashily removing my underwear, but decided against it. Both girls watched intently and Judy even gave a wolf whistle.

The next hand had Judy winning and Sheryl losing. It was apparent that demonstrating affection to another woman didn’t come as easily to Sheryl as she approached Judy with obvious uncertainty. Judy started to reassure Sheryl that she didn’t have to do anything, but Sheryl silenced her with a kiss. They soon had their arms wrapped around each other, breasts pressed together and tongues dueling. Sheryl’s eyes were closed as she slowly worked her way down the other girls chest, pausing gently at each nipple. Judy was cooing softly, running her hands through Sheryl’s hair, then Sheryl continued down. Again the clock had run out, and again I ignored it, caught up in the moment and unwilling to interrupt. Just as Judy had done to her, Sheryl slowly kissed her way down Judy’s stomach and to her pussy. At the point that I thought they were evenly matched, I called time. Judy growled and grabbed Sheryl, kissing her hard on the mouth.

I thought that the game was certainly finished then, but to my surprise both girls returned to their places. I dealt the next hand but I felt that the girls were hardly looking at me or the cards, their attentions focused on each other. It was obvious what Judy had in mind as she hit her 19 and busted, causing Sheryl to win again. Again they were in each other’s arms, repeating the scenario, but this time as Judy worked her way to Sheryl’s pussy she pleaded “Don’t stop me.” I didn’t. Either Sheryl was already close to coming, or Judy gave very good face, because within two minutes Sheryl was writhing in a powerful orgasm.

Sheryl held tightly to Judy’s arm and as soon as she had recovered from her orgasm, Sheryl manuevered the other girl onto her back. Beginning with heated kisses and working her way south, Sheryl returned the favor to Judy, eating her to orgasm.

I felt a bit left out, but I didn’t want to interrupt or impose. Now that both girls had come and were laying together I was afraid that the party would be over. Judy allayed my fears by coming to me with passionate kisses, trailing them down to my cock which was almost hurting after being so thoroughly aroused for so long. She began a slow blowjob and was shortly joined by Sheryl; fulfilling a fantasy every man must have of being blown my two women at once. I came buckets and both girls gobbled it all up.

We all rested a while, laying together, kissing together. I told them I just HAD to fuck them both, and they were willing. The girls seemed to recharge faster than I could and were soon in a 69. Maybe it was the newness of watching their lesbian sex, but their 69 turned me on so much that I was ready again in moments. I took turns fucking first Judy, (who was on top) then Sheryl when they switched. It was heavenly. Judy volunteered that she was on the pill, and I made sure when my second orgasm was approaching that I was back in her for it.

Unfortunately, circumstances didn’t permit us all to get back together again during that visit home, although I did take Sheryl out the next night. We had sex in the back seat of my car and I felt like I was back in high school. I asked her about her and Judy and she said that during their junior year at high school, Judy had slept at her house and that they had masturbated in front of each other, but that it didn’t go any further, and nothing else had ever happened. I asked her if she was attracted to other women and she replied no. She doubted anything more would ever happen unless the situation was just right.

I went back to New York and called both of them a few times, trying to set up a visit, either them to come up or me to come down. They never made it up, always one excuse or another and on my trips down while I did see them, they both seemed to become more distant. I think that they both had new boyfriends although they never told me and were always polite to me.

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