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In the previous chapter the teaching of Eric continued. Not only was he allowed to fuck me, but Inga and I gave him a lesbian sex show to teach him how women wanted to be caressed. It ended in a threesome where I pleased them both at the same time while they hugged each other.

Since we had started our activities in early afternoon Eric had plenty of time to recover long before bedtime. Inga begged me to let him take me in the ass which I was most happy to do. Inga took over doing the teaching showing and telling Eric how to fuck a woman´s ass. She directed both of us and it became a marvelous ass fuck.

Afterwards Eric was exhausted and was sent to bed. But Inga wanted to talk so we stayed behind. Inga revealed that her late husband had been a fantastic ass fucker and that they had made replicas of his erect cock. I suggested that she should have one made of Eric´s as well.

Eric came to my bed in early morning and took me thoroughly twice in a row. But then he was totally spent and went to sleep in my bed. Inga and I had breakfast alone and then she asked if I was willing to help her take the imprint of Eric´s cock. Of course, I was but said that it had to wait until Eric had recovered. Inga then shyly asked me to fuck her in her ass using a special strap-on she had had made from the replica of her husband´s cock. But it was an unusual type. It had the same type of bulb on a U-splint as the developed C-string and there were no straps going through the crack of my ass and round my waist.

Inga also pulled forward an advanced fucking bench and entered it after we had had a thorough foreplay on the couch. I entered her ass and soon found out that I too got a lot of joy from the fucking. The bulb in my pussy did wonders. We had a long fuck and in the middle of it Eric appeared in the doorway. Inga couldn´t see him so I beckoned for him to stay silent and watch. Toward the end I showed him what was stuffed into his mother´s ass before silently telling him to move away.

Inga rose from the bench smilingly. She asked if I thought that Eric had rested enough so that we could take the imprint. I answered that I knew he had, saying that he had been watching us and had got a real nice boner.

“Oh, goodness gracious me, he did?” Inga looked bewildered for a little while but then her face cleared. “No harm done, I guess. There wasn´t much that he hasn´t seen before, was it? Well, except for seeing his mother getting fucked in the ass by another woman.” She started to giggle. “Well, if he got a hard-on, he must have enjoyed what he saw, don´t you think?” She added, heavily giggling. “Oh my god, what a morning.”

She stood for a while calming down.

“Well, let´s go and see if he is willing to pose for getting eternal. Well, part of him anyway.” She started to giggle again. It was the first time I had seen her really loosening up, I thought.

Inga marched out of the room. I noticed with pride that she was a bit stiff-legged. She called out loudly for Eric. She had made no attempt to put something on and it seemed that she hadn´t given her nakedness any thought at all. I followed her example and together we found Eric in the kitchen.

He made big eyes when we marched in stark naked. His eyes darted all over us and he had trouble to decide where to look.

“Eric, I want to have a casting of your cock and Miss Barbro has promised to help us making it,” Inga said without any preamble.

“A casting? What is that? What for? How should that be made?” Eric asked.

“Well, let me explain,” Inga started but then hesitated not knowing how to go on. “Oh, follow me and let me show what I mean,” she said. She turned and marched back from where we came from. Eric and I followed her, and I could see that he admired her rolling ass.

She went directly to the chest of drawers and pointed at the imprint of her husband´s cock that still stood on the top.

“See, that is what I want to have from you too. That is your father´s cock. I am sure that yours will be just as great,” she said matter-of-factly. There was neither hesitation nor shyness in the way she told what she wanted. “I have the kit handy. We can do it right away while Miss Barbro is here and ready to help.”

Eric looked back and forth at his mother, at me and at the imprint of his father´s cock. He swallowed a few times not knowing what to say.

“Uh . . . well . . . what do I have to do?” He finally said.

“Oh, it´s simple really. First you must get erect and that can´t be a problem. We can get naked to help you along . . . oh my goodness, we already are naked. Well, I am sure that Miss Barbro can handle it. Then your cock must be lubricated. The best is to have a woman´s juice all over it. Miss Barbro has promised to provide that. I would love to do it myself but that of course is out of the question. Then we take an imprint in a tube with plastic of some kind. After that we fill the tube with plaster. That´s all. Quite simple and straight-forward, don´t you think.”

“Uh, well, I guess so,” Eric stammered.

“Great, let´s do it then. bets10 Miss Barbro, will you take care of the erection part while I get the tube ready,” Inga said, now all business. Well, she had been like that since she went looking for Eric.

I moved close to Eric and pulled his shorts down. I was happy to find a semi hard cock. It didn´t take my mouth long to get him fully hard. I dragged him to the bed and lay down on my back. I pulled him over me, but he needed no more encouragement. After some nice caressing he found his way into my pussy. I was astonished how quickly my body had responded and got ready to accommodate him. He started to fuck me, and I had to hold him back. The purpose of the fuck was just to get his cock well lubricated with my pussy juice.

“Calm down,” I told him giggling. “After the imprint is taken you can have me properly. Meanwhile you can think about how you want to fuck me.”

Inga came forward to investigate how we were doing.

“I think he is as ready as he will ever be,” I told her.

“Great,” she answered. “The tube is ready.”

With that she pulled Eric off me and up on his feet. She inspected his cock thoroughly and was just about to grip it when she stopped herself.

“You have better do this,” she told me. “You must hold it firmly. And Eric, bend over. The balls should be included.

She quickly got us in the right positions and swiftly entered the tube on his cock. She had a cloth ready to take care of the excess plastic that poured out of the tube.

After a while when the cock had softened, she eased the tube off him. It slid off easily. I got proud that my pussy had produced an excellent lubricant. There was no trace of the plastic on the cock.

“Do you want to take me now,” I asked him sweetly.

“Oh yes, very much if I may,” he answered.

“But yes of course, I am horny too,” I said and that was true. “So, how do you want to do it? I am sure you have given that a thorough thought.”

“Yes, yes I have. May I take you from behind?”

“Of course. You like that, don´t you? I think you told me already the first time that you liked my ass,” I said giggling and hugged him. “Is there any special way you would like?”

“Oh, well, yes, in fact there might be,” he said reluctantly.

“Spit it out then. I can´t think of anything that I will deny you,” I said sweetly and curious to know what he had in mind.

“Yes, that bench . . . it looked so nice. Yes, I would like to take you like you took my mother,” he blurted out and his cock suddenly grew to full size and hardness. It was no doubt that what he had seen still turned him on.

“Lovely, I will like that,” I exclaimed happily. I climbed up to stand on all fours resting my upper body on the raised midsection of the bench. I felt Eric moving in behind me probing my ass to find his way into me.

Inga suddenly was at our side.

“Hold on a second. We have better raise the bench a little. Eric is taller than you,” she said pushing Eric aside. “No need for him to have to bend his knees, is there?” She added considerately. She used the remote adjusting the height up and down a few times.

“Now, that should be just perfect,” she said. “But there is one more thing that should be done,” she said sternly and moved closer. Suddenly I heard a soft whirr and I felt straps being put over my waist and lover legs. Before I had time to react Inga had tightened them with the remote. There were built-in strapping devices. I was suddenly thoroughly fastened to the bench. Inga swiftly handcuffed my wrists too and again used the remote to tighten the straps. She took a step back looking me over.

“One more thing to get it perfect,” she said. Again, she used the remote to make the bench wider. Since my lower legs were tied to the parts of the bench that were moved apart it caused my thighs to be spread wider. I was totally open to be mounted.

“She is all yours,” Inga said grimly to Eric above my back. “Enjoy yourself my boy.”

I nearly got pissed off. This was nothing I had agreed on. But then I decided to wait and see if Inga had more in store for me. And I also calmed my temper because when Eric shoved his cock into my wide-open pussy with a strong thrust finding his target without difficulty, I felt that he really had got revived. His cock was the hardest it had ever been, and he started to bang me with much force but also with skill. To have me tied onto the bench had really turned him on. I was also expecting a long fuck because of his thorough activities earlier in the morning.

Inga had another surprise for us. She no longer stood at our side advising Eric. On the contrary. She picked up a dildo that I recognized as the replica of her husband´s cock and suddenly was lying face up on the couch in front of us. Eric and I had a splendid view between her spread thighs when she started to fuck herself with the dildo. Inga had really changed behavior this morning I thought.

But the change benefitted us all. Eric was turned on and so was I. That Inga enjoyed herself soon bahis siteleri became obvious. She writhed on the bed, her ass bounced up and down and she moaned heavily. She cum crying out and that made it for me too. From that on we got into a common rhythm. I was too tight tied up to have real possibilities to move around. But I could wriggle my ass and my pussy muscles were of course unrestrained. I soon found out that it didn´t matter that I had limited possibilities to steer Eric with my body. He fucked me excellently without my body giving directions. Maybe that was what Inga had intended to find out by tying me down? I stopped worrying and just enjoyed myself loudly letting them know how pleased I became.

Inga and I got another orgasm before I suddenly felt that Eric was on his way too. It was sooner than I had expected. I wondered if it was having me tied to the bench that had made him so utterly excited or if it was seeing his mother acting so shamelessly on the couch. I told Inga and together we got ready for the finale. We all cum within seconds in a splendid orgasm, Inga and I crying out loudly and Anders grunting hard. When his knees buckled, he slid out of me. He tried to reenter but he had got limp immediately and had to give it up. But he stayed behind me pressing himself against my ass. I suddenly understood that he took in the sight before us. Inga was still on her back with her thighs widely spread. Her wide-open pussy was lovely.

At first, I thought that Inga was out of this world for the time being and that she wasn´t aware of what a tremendous sight she was. But when I looked up, I saw that she was very much awake and was watching us with a wicked smile on her face. She wriggled her ass but didn´t close her thighs. Her hand started to caress her pussy lightly.

I got a strong feeling that she wasn´t satisfied. I asked Eric to unstrap me, claiming that I had to straighten my back. He obeyed immediately. I got up, moved over and grabbed the strap-on that still was on the chest of drawers. I held it up for Inga to see with a silent question in my eyes. She nodded eagerly.

Eric made big eyes when I wriggled the piece in place in my pussy. His cum made an excellent lubricant. I moved over and knelt between Inga´s open thighs. She reached out and grabbed my hips pulling me forward and directing the cock to her target hole. She cried out of pleasure when I entered her.

I started to fuck her slowly and she responded by caressing my body. After a while Inga grabbed my ass cheeks pulling them apart. Her finger slid up and down the crack smearing some of Eric´s semen that poured out of me into it. Suddenly she probed my ass hole and got a finger inside. She kept it there for some time moving it in and out. Suddenly she pulled it out of my ass, but it immediately got replaced by a new finger that must be Eric´s. It went much deeper inside my ass and wriggled around very nicely touching the big lump in my pussy.

I hadn´t thought about Eric but had been aware of that he was somewhere behind me watching. When I looked at Inga, I suddenly understood that she silently communicated with him over my head. Well, I didn´t mind as long as they enjoyed. That was the main reason for our activities.

I went back to concentrate on fucking Inga the best I could. Eric finger-fucked my ass very nicely and caressed me from behind. He changed the angle a few times and even withdrew his finger now and then. I had got used to it by now and he easily could insert his finger.

Eric withdrew his finger again and I waited for it to come back. Inga moved her hands from my hips to again grab my ass cheeks and pulled me close to her. Boy was I surprised when something else suddenly probed my ass hole. It was something much thicker and more rounded than a finger. For a moment I couldn´t figure out what he had found but then guessed that it must be a dildo.

But when the dildo probed on, I got doubts. It didn´t feel like a plastic thing. Inga spread my ass cheeks even more and suddenly the thing was pressed hard and slid into my ass. I felt that it wasn´t a dildo after all. No, it was the real thing. But how could that be? Was there another man present? I looked over my shoulder and saw Eric standing close behind me. I was amazed. He had got hard again and that was very soon, wasn´t it?

But there was no doubt when he started to fuck my ass. He was hard as steel and practiced what I had taught him the evening before. I looked at Inga who smiled wickedly. She raised her gaze and nodded at Eric.

From then on Eric set the pace. It felt like it was he who fucked his mother. I was just the intermediary. His thrusts went through me and into his mother´s pussy. The roles had changed dramatically this morning I thought. I had suddenly lost control and instead become a plaything for mother and son. But I had to admit that I liked it for a change. I relaxed and just enjoyed fucking that way.

Eric lasted for exceptionally long this time. Anything else would have been very irregular. He banged me and my strap-on güvenilir bahis siteleri banged Inga. She cum several times getting even more excited from the knowledge that in a way it was her son who fucked her. It was his movements she felt in her pussy although going through me. Occasionally when his hands went in search for flesh to grab and hold onto for support, they grabbed her hips instead of mine and I think she loved that. I knew how much she longed for to get intimate with her son.

I cum a couple of times too. It felt incredibly good to have both my holes stuffed and the interaction between the cock in my ass and the lump in my pussy was heavenly. I have taken two cocks at the same time several times especially at shows. It is spectacular to watch I think, but doesn´t give me much pleasure. It could be rather muddled to accommodate and please two men at the same time if they aren´t experienced. But with the strap-on it was easy. It took care of itself and I could focus on the cock in my ass.

Eventually I felt that Eric was getting close. I let Inga know and together we worked against a grand climax. We all went over the top within seconds of each other and it became rather noisy. Inga screamed on top of her lungs, much louder and higher pitched than I had heard her before. I added my screams and Eric grunted deeply. I fell down on top of Inga with Eric slumped over my back.

“Oh, my goodness, what a fuck,” Inga exclaimed after a while with a happy laugh. I got convinced that she was very content this time. And so was I. That Eric had cum was no doubt. His strong spurts had felt lovely deep in my ass and he rapidly shrunk out of me.

Eric left my back and I rolled off Inga. We lay on the couch with her in the middle. She had a pleased grin on her face.

“Oh goodness gracious me,” she said laughingly. “That really was something. Thank you both. I hope you enjoyed it too. I certainly did.” And she looked like she really meant it.

The time had passed quickly, and I had to leave. When I came down after having showered and dressed Inga was waiting for me. She again was in her flimsy gown but it hung partly open. She really was different this morning I thought.

But not when it came to gifts. There was a parcel with the dress and the nightie and an envelope, cab money as she put it. When I opened it later it was even more generous than last time. But she also handed me a card.

“Take this to the shop and order a converted C-string. It will be paid for,” she said. “I think you really liked it. When custom made, they both fit and feel much better.”

With that she let me go to the cab she had called for.

I went to the shop already the next day. Yes, I liked the converted C-string and thought that it also would be good to have on the shows. In fact, I ordered two. I also saw that they had the strapless strap-on and asked if that also was available custom made. Yes of course they said and were happy to add one to the order.

A couple of weeks later I phoned Inga. I had got the items and wanted to thank her. She was pleased that I liked her gift.

She was also anxious to give me a report of what she had been doing to widen Eric´s scope as she put it.

“I phoned my friend as soon as she was back home. She accepted my invitation to come for drinks at my pool already the day after. She undressed right away and didn´t even try to put a suit on, not even bikini panties which was what I was wearing. I served drinks and we sat down. She told about her journey for some time. Then she put down her glass.”

“Where is Eric? It was because of him you invited me over I am sure. His eighteenth birthday was some time ago, wasn´t it? Why don´t you call for him. No need for him to stand behind a curtain like last time. He sees much better if he is out here, doesn´t he?”

“She was very outspoken. When I brought Eric out, she was equally direct and to the point. She would take care of the proceedings as she put it and told me to piss off. No way was she going to fuck Eric in my presence, that wouldn´t be proper and would hold him back she said. So, I went into the house but of course kept track of what happened. I am convinced that she counted on it and didn´t mind as long as I wasn´t close. It didn´t take her long until she savored his tongue on her clit as a starter and his cock in her pussy for main course. During the afternoon she made him take her three times. And it was luck that you taught him how to enter a woman´s back door because she wanted to be taken up the ass already on their second round that day. And from the way she sounded she really liked to have his cock up her ass. She must have got incredibly pleased with him because she invited herself to come back already the week after.

I guess that I should repay her. She has a son at about the same age as Eric and I got the feeling that she wants me to do the same with him. Well, I wouldn´t mind, on the contrary. Breaking in a young man is quite pleasant especially if you can have him in training for some time. As I told you I have done that before many times when I was young, so I think I know how to do it. Well, come to think of it, I ought to volunteer my services easing the way for her. It would be a pity if she asked someone else, wouldn´t it? Yes, I really must do that.

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“I know, I’m sad too,” Matt said as he carried Aidan to the apartment. The kid had been quiet on the ride home. He was usually pretty noisy, having something to say about everything. As Matt carried him, Aidan laid his head on his shoulder and stared into nothing. Matt recognized the pathetic look on Aidan’s face. It mirrored his own. “You have to remember that Moose was having a bad day. You weren’t there when Mike surprise attacked him at the office like a little bitch. I’ll spare you the details. But it didn’t end there. Then he got a call that you were being rushed to the ER,” Matt explained to his brother as he let them into the apartment and dumped the diaper bag by the door.

He sat on the couch and snuggled his Pouty Potato. “Not everyone can be strong all the time. The least we can do is give him a day to breathe. If he doesn’t call us by the end of the weekend, we’ll go check on him. Okay?”

Aidan watched Matt with the biggest, saddest blue eyes and quivering lip. There was even a lone tear that clung to his bottom lash. His still bruised eyes added to the utterly devastated look. Matt’s heart squeezed. Aidan might not have understood what was said, but he understood what was happening.

“I know he said some hurtful things but we’re going to let that stuff go, okay? Love is about grace and forgiveness.”

The rest of the day was kind of a bust. The brothers laid on the couch and watched a movie, ate food, and otherwise moped pathetically. Aidan kept looking at Matt, wondering if it was time to go get Moose.

Nope, it wasn’t time yet. He wasn’t sure how long it would take Seamus to call but he hoped it would be soon.

That evening, Matt gave Aidan a bath. He loved a fresh Aidan and smiled brightly as he combed that wild brown hair into a neat little geeky do. “Look,” Matt pointed to Aidan’s reflection in the mirror. “It’s a Geeky Potato.” Aidan smiled at himself.

They finished getting ready for bed. Aidan didn’t want to sleep in his crib. As long as he had two black eyes, Matt couldn’t say no. Geeky Potato got one more dose of medicine before snuggling into Matt’s bed for the night.

Matt silenced his phone but he kept it close by…just in case.

* * * * *

“What are you doing?” Matt groaned. He turned his head to try and get away from the bothersome fingers.

Aidan was poking Matt in the face. He put his arm around Aidan and pinned the toddler under him. Aidan started wiggling and whining, so Matt attacked the soft belly flesh until Aidan was laughing uncontrollably. He stopped the attack and smiled at his crazy haired brother. “Are you going to let me sleep now?”

Aidan smirked. “Sweep.”

The trap was clear. The kid couldn’t hide shit. But Matt closed his eyes and waited anyway. Sure enough, the mattress dipped and Aidan was on top of him, trying to tickle him. Matt thrashed like a dying fish, taking Aidan on the ride of his life. They wrestled around until Matt was exhausted. Aidan probably could’ve kept going but Matt slipped off the bed and ran away. Leaving a laughing Aidan to cheer in victory.

It was a great morning, which actually hurt. Seamus should’ve been there. Aidan should’ve been attacking both of them, or maybe Seamus would’ve sided with Aidan and combined powers. However divided the teams, there should’ve been three of them.

Aidan went to daycare, Matt went to class, his phone didn’t ring. Matt went to work, picked up Aidan from day care, his phone didn’t ring. They went home, cooked dinner, and, you guessed it, his phone didn’t ring.

Okay, Matt had planned to wait Seamus out since Seamus was the one who’d lashed out, yet Matt was calling Seamus’s number before Aidan’s door clicked closed for the night. He’d given Seamus twenty-four hours to come to his senses. Matt wasn’t waiting any longer.

Voicemail.

Maybe Seamus was calling him at that exact moment? He looked at his phone and waited for an incoming call as he walked to the couch. Nothing. He tried calling again. Voicemail. He called more times than he wanted to admit. Two dozen? Three? Nothing but voicemail. Every call was just one more time.

Voicemail.

The next morning. Voicemail.

Matt didn’t see him at the office nor at the café when he stopped by.

It felt sucky but Matt wasn’t giving up yet. He pulled Aidan from the car seat and set him on his hip. “After what happened the other day, I think I’ll carry you.”

He thought Aidan would protest because the kid still thought he was the fastest person in the world, but he let Matt carry him anyway.

The doorman frowned sympathetically at Aidan’s battle wounds. “Oh boy, you took a beating.” He pulled a little Dum Dum from just jacket pocket and handed it over. Aidan took it, then hid his face bashfully in his brother’s neck.

Matt smiled at the tiny peach sucker. “Thank you. This is just what the doctor ordered.”

They continued to the loft. Matt let Aidan knock. When Seamus didn’t answer, Matt tried, a little louder.

Though internet casino he knew that going into Seamus’s apartment while they were fighting was a gamble, it was one he was willing to take. The lights were off and it was utterly quiet. “Seamus?” he hollered. They checked the apartment. No Seamus. Matt called his phone again and, surprise, got his voicemail.

Matt turned on the TV and they made themselves at home. By dinner time, there was still no sign of Seamus. Matt considered staying the night but decided against it.

Matt continued to call Seamus’s phone on a regular basis. He stopped by the loft a few more times. No Seamus. Drove by the business. No Seamus. Hang out at the cafe. No Seamus. Matt was not only irritated that Seamus was avoiding him but worried that something was seriously wrong.

It wasn’t until midweek that part of the mystery was solved. They were at the apartment. Aidan kept walking to the door asking for Moose.

Matt sighed. “I don’t know what to tell you, he’s not answering and I don’t know where he is. I don’t know what’s going on.”

Aidan cocked his head. “Fown?”

“I tried. Moose isn’t answering his phone.”

“Moose fown!” Aidan gallooped to the door, smiled, grabbed the diaper bag, and dragged it awkwardly to Matt.

“Do you need a new nappy?”

Aidan shook his head and scowled. He didn’t need a new diaper. Instead, he squatted next to the bag and dug into it, tossing things out as he went. Finally, he reached into the deep dark depth of the bag and pulled out a cell phone. “Fown!”

Sure enough, Aidan was holding Seamus’s phone. Matt took the dead phone and looked it over. “Did you hide Moose’s phone from him?

Little brother took the phone back and held it to his cheek. “Ello Moose!” Aidan walked around the living room chatting and fake laughing into the phone. Matt smiled despite himself. At least he knew why Seamus wasn’t answering. But that didn’t answer the bigger question. Where was Seamus?

If Aidan had accidently stowed the phone last time they were together, why hadn’t Seamus stopped by? It was like he literally dropped off the face of the earth. Matt spent the rest of the evening thinking about that night. He replayed everything that had happened starting with the joy he felt when Seamus stopped by the office after two weeks apart and ending the replay when the loft door closed behind him.

Matt was at a dead end. He had called no less than a hundred times, stopped by the apartment six or seven times, swung by the office even when he wasn’t scheduled to work, and drove by the businesses, all in an effort to find Seamus. Now he had to wait. And he would wait as long as Seamus needed.

* * * * *

Turns out waiting for Seamus was b-o-r-i-n-g. Time seemed to move at a snail’s pace.

I did give Matt more time to think. One of the things he thought about was the night Aidan face-planted it. More specifically, he thought about his conversation with the woman behind the counter at Dough Guppies.

Since his mother’s death, Matt wasn’t sure he’d ever talked about her to Aidan. Not once. If he had, it wasn’t anything notable. And Aidan’s dad? Zilch. He didn’t even have a picture in his apartment to commemorate their existence. It was no secret that Matt wasn’t overly close with his mom but that didn’t mean that Matt didn’t love her or that Aidan should know her.

Aidan needed someone in his life to preserve the memory of his parents and make sure their lives were known to him.

* * * * *

“Aidan, c’mon. What are you doing? Stop. You can’t do that. Those are someone else’s flowers.” Matt groaned and swept his brother into his arms and away from the bouquet of flowers he was trying to steal from Nancy Stubaucher RIP 1916-2008.

Go figure, his mom was buried on the far side of the cemetery. The distractions between point A and point B seemed endless. Matt couldn’t imagine doing this on a regular basis. Every flower, every gift, every headstone, every cross was all very exciting to Aidan.

“Here,” he handed his brothers the flowers they’d picked up on the way. “I don’t think Mom will care if you destroy these.”

Aidan grabbed the flower and took off in a trot, leaving petals floating in the soft breeze. Matt sighed. Why he thought this would be like a scene from those melodramatic movies where the small child understands the deep, emotional significance of what they were doing, he’d never know. Instead, Aidan was hyped up on freedom and the thrill of a brand-new place.

Matt couldn’t judge Aidan for not playing the part, not when he didn’t feel much himself as he stood in front of his mother’s modest burial. He didn’t even know what to say. He was tempted to say the same shit he heard in the movies but why? What was the point? Could his mom even hear him? Would she see through his words, to the truth of the matter?

Guilt simmered under the surface. He didn’t hate his mom. He loved her. She was a good woman. She cared for him. canlı poker oyna She loved him.

He couldn’t help that he was closer with his dad. As he got older and grew into himself, he realized how different he and his mom were.

Aidan picked up a small, fallen tree branch and started whacking it against the neighboring headstone. It was his dad’s, but still.

Matt rolled his eyes and looked at his mom’s headstone. “Having a kid was not my plan. Now I find out I have a whole different set of rules because you and Todd died. Someone said I should have pictures so Aidan can know you. Well, all the photos were on your phone and that was locked. I didn’t try that hard to guess your password because it never occurred to me that I might need anything from the phone. Surprise, I was wrong…about a lot of stuff really. And I don’t even know Todd that much. What am I supposed to tell Aidan about him? He seemed like an alright guy? Sure, that will excite Aidan when he’s older.”

Matt looked at the ground and kicked a rock.

“I changed Aidan’s last name when we did the adoption. I thought he should be a Kessler since I would be raising him, but now I’m second guessing that too. What if he wants his dad’s last name? What if I stole that from him? It’s so much more complex than I thought it would be.”

Matt stood for a few more minutes. He didn’t have a lot to say. As he wrangled Aidan in, he’d hoped his brother would put his hand on her headstone. Why? To say a prayer or something? As he thought it, he knew it was bullshit. He finally gave up. Trying for something that wasn’t going to happen was worse than doing nothing at all. Plus Aidan was growing restless.

Matt picked him up. As they exited the cemetery, Matt looked back at the gravestone, then at Aidan. The kid was pulling his hoodie string, making the hood bunch up around his face, which irritated him, so he pulled harder, which cinched it tighter, which irritated him more.

Aidan had exactly zero fucks to give. The whole trip was for nothing.

When they got back to the apartment, he decided to go through the photos he had on his phone. He had a whopping four pictures of his mom. Five if you counted the one of her arms and torso as she held Aidan the day he was born.

Why couldn’t he have zoomed out?

He tossed them down and walked away. He really needed to stop trying to live up to other people’s expectations.

* * * * *

Between the wasted cemetery field trip, remembering he packed a box of pictures from his mom’s house, only to find out he had no clue where the storage key was—probably at Seamus’, he was emotionally exhausted. Put a fork in him. He was done.

To escape, he laid in bed, scrolling through his phone. With everything that happened with Mike, Aidan’s fall, and Seamus’s freak out, Matt hadn’t been on social media for over a week. It was time to see what the rest of the world was up to.

Jay Petermeyer had posted some pictures.

Matt did a double take. Jay and his friends, including Seamus, were definitely in Mexico having a blast. Picture after picture of laughter, smiles, adventure, and fun. Seamus had said he was going during spring break, which wasn’t until next week.

Except half the state was off this week and the other half, including Matt, was off next week.

What the Hell? Seamus left without resolving things between them? Now he was gone for two whole weeks. That was irritating.

As he swiped, he realized that wasn’t the worst of it.

Matt squeezed his eyes closed. “Oh no…” When that didn’t help, he pressed his fingers against his eyeballs to try and override the building pain in his gut.

He peeked at his phone with one eye.

Yep, there it was. A group photo. Seamus and Will were wearing crowns, the kind you find on the Prom King.

jaypetermeyer: Happy 30th birthday to these two kings! #dirtythirty #mexico

Matt threw his phone down and rolled onto his stomach. Burying his face in the pillow, he screamed.

Yes, Seamus told him they always went on vacation for his birthday but it never connected. He didn’t even know Seamus’s exact date of birth. He should have, they’d dated long enough, but Seamus never talked about it and he’d skipped last year because of the adoption. Out of sight, out of mind. Honestly, birthdays weren’t Matt’s thing. Except for his twenty-first, Matt rarely celebrated his own.

He fell asleep with his head buried in his arms. There was literally nothing in this world he wanted more than to talk to Seamus. Except maybe being with him. He was tired of missing him. They were a pair, a duo, they should be doing this together. Seamus should’ve been with him at the cemetery and advising him as he tried to figure out how to incorporate his mom into Aidan’s life. He should’ve been in Mexico celebrating his boyfriend’s birthday. Those were just a few things they should’ve been doing together. How had things gone so wrong?

* * * * *

Matt finished the last poker oyna few days of school before spring break. Knowing he was about to see his friends after almost a year was the only thing making life bearable.

Friday, he picked Aidan up from daycare. They swung by a DQ on the way home. Aidan was over-the-top excited to be around so much ice cream. Once they got their cones, they sat at a window booth that looked out on the main street. Aidan sat on his knees and dripped ice cream all over himself and the red table top.

“I was thinking this could be a new tradition,” Matt said as he wiped icecream with a shitty little napkin. “It’s something Mom used to do when I was little. She’d pick me up from school on Friday’s and we’d get ice cream. They are some of my favorite memories with her. I don’t think we’ll be making regular trips to the cemetery, but we could do this. What do you think?”

Aidan smiled and offered Matt a lick of his vanilla cone. Matt accepted, making Aidan a very happy potato.

* * * * *

Matt: What time are we meeting up?

Matt sat at the kitchen table and texted his friends. They’d made tentative plans but they hadn’t nailed anything down over the last couple of weeks. While he waited for a response, he watched Aidan and Grandpa Brad cook dinner. Well, Grandpa Brad cooked dinner and Aidan sat on the counter holding a wooden spoon that he waved around in delight.

Spanks: Bro, Mat and I ended up going to Florida with friends. Spring break baaaaby!

Matt: wtf?! Zak?

Zak: Since Mat and Spanks were heading to FL, I decided to stay home. I didn’t see the point of all that travel if we weren’t all getting together

Matt: So y’all changed the plans but didn’t tell me? Thanks for the heads up. I wouldn’t have turned down plans with Seamus in Mexico if I knew you dipshits were going to cancel. Fuck off.

It might’ve been a little harsh but it had been a fucking terrible week that could’ve ended differently if he’d known his friends were planning to ditch out. Now he was at his dad’s instead of being where he wanted to be—with Seamus. He powered off his phone and tossed it on the counter. He didn’t want to read their bullshit excuses.

* * * * *

Wanting to spend a little time with his grandkid, Brad took over the bedtime routine. When Aidan was safely tucked in bed, Brad came back. Texting with one hand, he shoved Matt’s knee with the other, forcing him to scoot over on the couch. Once he pressed send on his message, he looked at Matt. “Talk.”

“The guys bailed on our plans. Like, they flat out went to Florida and never said anything to me until a few hours ago.”

His dad cringed at the douchey move but otherwise stayed silent. He knew his son, he knew there was more.

“And Seamus and I are fighting—I think. Or something. I don’t know,” he sighed and told his dad about Mike showing up at the office and everything he said, then Aidan’s ER visit, which his dad knew about but Matt detailed again because it was an important part of the saga, then he explained how Seamus had gone off on him. “He said some hurtful things but I know he was just upset. Mike had done a number on him and Seamus was just projecting his insecurities or whatever. That doesn’t mean I was going to sit there and let Aidan hear all that garbage, so I left. I figured Seamus would calm down and call me but he never did.”

“Sometimes we have to put our pride aside, Matt. It sounds like Seamus was put through the wringer. He might need you to reach out to him. Let him know you’re still there for him. You have to remember that Kelly never was, so he probably assumes you don’t want anything to do with him.”

Matt growled. “I know, Dad! I did call him, at least a million times. I stopped by his apartment almost every day and I tried to track him down all through town. If I wasn’t in school or at work, I was trying to find Seamus. I tried, Dad. I swear. I didn’t know why Seamus’s wasn’t answering his phone until Aidan brought it to me. He must’ve been playing with it when we were at the loft and put it in the diaper bag.”

“Well, that explains it.”

“No,” Matt shook his head. “It only explains why Seamus didn’t answer his phone. It doesn’t explain why he took off to Mexico without talking to me. He knows where I live, where I work, and where I go to school. He could’ve found me. He left me, Dad. He fucking left me.”

Matt didn’t know what he expected his dad to do, maybe go to the garage and grab a pitch fork then march his happy ass to Mexico and ream Seamus well into the night until the red head came crawling back. How dare he hurt his only son’s heart! Okay, that might’ve been a little dramatic but Matt definitely expected something more than a look of sympathy that said Brad’s heart hurt, not only for his son, but for Seamus.

Brad was on his phone again. It was the third or fourth time he’d grabbed it since they started talking. Matt made a point to facialize his disapproval. Who was he texting anyway? If he was finally dating, good for him, but could it not wait?

His dad cringed, “Sorry, last time I promise,” and hurriedly put his phone away. “I agree, Seamus should’ve found you. For whatever reason, he didn’t. So what happens now?”

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One

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I was named after an aunt.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re very perceptive,” she said.

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

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

* * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

“I know. Beautiful.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * *

Two

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sam asked, “What happened to her?”

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

“I’m sorry.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sam smiled but didn’t reply.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I was finishing my senior year at college, and sharing an apartment with Dan, a physics graduate student. I had dropped out and spent three years in the army before returning.

Our apartment was on the top floor of an old brick building, on a block lined with similar structures that housed people like us – older students and young professionals in their first jobs.

As the school term got started, we noticed two girls rooming together in the next building. We introduced ourselves and within a week hosted them for supper in our apartment. Martha, a slim debutant-type girl had her first job as an elementary school teacher, and Janet, whose boobs looked enticing, worked in Personnel at the telephone company. Somehow, Martha became “my” girl and Janet became Dan’s.

Toward the end of the school term, Martha called me, almost in tears. She had been teaching five classes of fourth-graders, giving them quizzes in several subjects at least weekly. Now she had to turn in grades the next day and hadn’t done anything about totaling up scores for any of the students. It looked like an insurmountable problem. “I’m probably going to lose my job, just because I hate doing the arithmetic.” Could I come over that evening and help her dig out and come up with students’ grades she could submit tomorrow?

Well, of course I had to come to the rescue, not that my knowledge of calculus and differential equations was needed for the job. I ate supper early and headed over next door.

Martha and I started in immediately. None of it was difficult, just incredibly tedious. Lots of dumb little numbers to add up and average, to be recorded in the final section of the grade book. I took the lead on computations and Martha became the scribe.

After an hour, Martha was losing heart. We were barely half-way through and she was ready to give up. “Would you like a glass of wine?” she offered. I replied, “Sure, but only when we’re finished with the numbers.” Martha was disappointed but pulled herself together and we soldiered on with the mind-numbing tedium of measuring and ranking all the dear little pupils’ academic performance.

And all of a sudden we were on the last page. The job was done! Perseverance had won out. Martha was relieved and overjoyed as she poured our victory wine. What had looked impossible a few hours ago was finished by dint of a bout of dogged persistence and drudgery. We toasted each other and congratulated ourselves on our accomplishment. What was simply tedious data reduction for me was to Martha a miraculous salvation of her budding career in education. She almost broke down as she told of being able to let go of all the excuses and explanations she had fabricated to explain her ignominious failure to her family and friends back in Philadelphia.

“How can I thank you for helping me – for persisting when I was ready to give up?” she said. I was about modestly to say that it was nothing; just something to help a neighbor out, when she continued, “I asked Janet and another of my friends how I could reward you, explained the predicament I was in and how it was driving me crazy. I ranted on and on until I realized I should shut up and listen to their answer. Both of them independently gave me the same reply: “If this is as important as you say and you’re going to make that poor guy do all that work, you own him a blow job at least. Never in the history of the world has a man turned down the offer of a blow job.”

Well, I sure perked up at that! I was about to reply when Martha continued, “I know about blow jobs, but the on top of the stress about the grading, another problem that’s bugging me is that I’ve never given one. You’ve certainly earned a good one, but if you’re willing to accept an amateur performance, and advise me on what to do, I hope you’ll be satisfied.”

“And Janet is staying with a friend, so we have the place to ourselves.”

In contrast with Martha’ self-doubt and apprehension, the prospect of training an eager virgin mouth in oral stimulation seemed quite appealing. I could feel my cock start stiffening at the prospect of being the first to introduce a stiff penis into her small illegal bahis mouth, to encourage her to use her tongue; to show her what she could do with her hands as she sucked.

Martha was gulping down her glass of wine to calm her nervousness. I said that a blow job would be a wonderful reward for my assistance; that I would be patient and would provide the best instruction I could. She relaxed visibly, revealing a bit of eagerness to get on with her instruction. She said, “Tell me what to do; where should I be?”.

I put one of the couch pillows on the floor between my feet and instructed her to kneel on it. “Do I undo your pants?” she asked. I nodded and she started to undo my belt, her hand brushing on the bulge in my trousers. Before long she was holding my cock and inspecting it. “Wow, I’ve changed boys’ diapers when babysitting, but this is something else! Looks like you have a hard-on already.” I said that it was more of a “plump-on” but would stiffen up more with the attention she was paying. “Oh, I see, I can feel it getting harder; it’s like wood now.” I suggested she gently squeeze it rhythmically to encourage it.

“Oh, look, there’s a drop of clear liquid coming out of that little slit on top.”

“Yes, that’s ‘pre-cum’, a lubricant; it’s really slippery. Spread it around the tip with your finger. Good.”

I took her hand and showed her how to milk out some more pre-cum. I said, “Try see what it tastes like; lick up that drop.” Martha licked it up, “It doesn’t taste like anything, but it sure is silky”.

Now was the time to move on to a more advanced stage. “Okay, rub that silkiness all around with your lips. Spread it up and down the shaft about half-way. Then slip your lips over the head. Remember, no teeth! See what it feels like to have the head of my cock in your mouth. Practice running your tongue all over the knob; that really feels good. And hold my balls in one hand and knead them. You can squeeze pretty hard and it’ll feel good.”

Martha came up for air and said, “That’s a lot to think about doing all at once”. “Yes, but it’s all what goes into a great blow job. And the better you get at it, the more your skills will be in demand. If you are careless and do a lackadaisical job, it will take 20 minutes or more to finish and your jaw will get stiff from the effort.”

“Are you going to cum in my mouth? How long does it usually take?”

“Yes, I’m going to cum in your mouth and you’re going to drink down every drop. Never be a spitter! Think of it as a reward for your skills; a gift – not to be discarded. Plus, it’s protein; it’s good for you. And it has a bit of testosterone in it which will make you feel sexy.”

“How long it takes depends on your technique, how romantic we’re feeling, and how long since the last time I came. A guy will often have ‘morning wood’ and erotic dreams in the morning; if you wake up early and slip his cock in your mouth, you may be able to make him come in just a couple of minutes, perhaps before he fully wakes up. And remember, even now when we’re talking, you can be squeezing my cock and kneading my balls with your hands. It’s fine to give your mouth a rest now and then.”

Martha resumed her lesson. “Slide your mouth up and down; make your mouth a vagina that the cock is penetrating in and out. Don’t forget to keep sucking, gently; it really should be called a ‘suck job’ instead of a ‘blow job’. See how deep you can let it go – some girls can take it down into their throats, but probably not on the first try.” I closed my eyes and enjoyed her efforts, reminding her occasionally to use her tongue more or to keep up with the suction. Before long I could feel a load of semen getting positioned to acknowledge Martha’s efforts.

“Okay, you’re getting close now. I’m going to deliver your treat in six or eight small installments. Once it starts, I’ll pump it into your mouth. You don’t have much to do but keep sucking and start swallowing when you feel the semen arrive.” And it started; I came and came and Martha swallowed and swallowed. I think my thrusts surprised her and she squeezed my balls harder, making my orgasm even better.

“Oh, that illegal bahis siteleri was great! Keep sucking it a little until you feel it start to soften. Good job, that was pretty quick for a first try!”

As my hard on subsided, Martha let it slip out of her mouth and looked up at me with a smile. I leaned over and gave her a long kiss. “There’s something sexy about kissing a slippery mouth that my cock just filled with cum.” We wiped our respective parts with Kleenex and Martha refilled the wine glasses.

“Wow, I think oral sex is great; thanks for the lesson! I glad I did okay and I would love to do more sometime,” said Martha. “You haven’t seen the half of it.” I replied. “What do you mean?”

“Well, you performed oral sex on me but it also works the other way ’round: I can do it to you; would you like that?”

Martha looked startled, then broke into a smile, “Sure! Right now?” I got up to reposition the pillow in front of her. She spread her legs and pulled up her skirt. As I settled into place, I noticed the wet spot on her panties. “Looks like I have some juices to lick up,” I remarked as I hooked my fingers into her underwear and pulled them off as she raised her hips to help.

I blew gently on her vulva as I spread it open with my thumbs. “Oh, your breath is hot; it feels good”. “Just wait for my lips and tongue,” I replied, licking the inside of her thighs up to her crotch. I could see her clitoris standing up and glistening. I flicked it with my tongue and she jerked he hips slightly. I rubbed my lips lightly over her glistening wet genitals before pressing my tongue firmly against her clit. She trembled and humped back at me a little as I turned my head from side-to-side, rubbing the full width of my tongue on her clit.

Martha let out involuntary moans as I continued. I moved one hand down and felt for her vagina. As I licked, I slowly pulsed my finger in and out, deeper and deeper until it was as far as I could reach inside her. She humped back gently in rhythm with my insertions. I glanced up and saw her eyes rolled upward, eyelids almost closed and only the whites showing. On an impulse, expecting her to stop me, I moved my finger lower, and spread the juices over her anus. Martha tensed a little as I circled around the firm little button and pressed inward slowly but firmly. I redoubled my licking and she relaxed enough to allow my finger to penetrate an inch or so.

Before long, Martha was humping my finger furiously as I thrust it in and out of her, her eyes now fully closed, louder moans escaping constantly and growing in a crescendo to a violent orgasm. I took care to follow her motions with my mouth so as not to lose any teeth or break my nose as she humped uncontrollably. As she recovered her breath I slowly lifted my mouth from her cunt and let her gradually expel my finger from her rectum. She opened her eyes, speechless for a few moments.

I could tell she was back to normal when she said she wanted to go to the bathroom and suggested I join her to wash my hands.

We had another sip of wine. Martha seemed to be forming a question in her mind. “That felt really good to have your finger in me, both places. I want to remain a virgin for my future husband, but I wonder if it would count if you just put your penis in me for a few minutes, but not pumping it in or out. I would just like to see what it feels like to have something that big in my vagina. Do you think you could do that? No humping. And definitely don’t cum inside me; I’m not on birth control.”

I said that I would try, especially if she would suck me for a couple of minutes to get me ready for the task. She was glad to reply and a few moments of her no-longer-virgin mouth got me good and stiff. She lay back on the couch and spread her legs with her skirt up again. Her undies had never been put back on. I knelt between her legs and rubbed the head of my cock against the opening of her vagina.

When my precum was mixed with her wetness, I pressed more and more insistently on the spot. I suggested she take a deep breath and let it out, and as she did, she relaxed enough to let the head pop in. “That’s canlı bahis siteleri the thickest part; the rest will be easy.” Fighting the urge to start pumping, I slowly pressed further until our pubic bones met. I lay down on top of her so she could experience the weight of a man together with a stuffed and stretched vagina. I could feel Martha trying kegels, squeezing my cock rhythmically.

After a couple of minutes, I warned her that the squeezing was having a positive effect on my cock and I should retreat before ejaculating again. Martha reluctantly agreed, saying it felt great and that she looked forward to full-scale fucking with her husband whe she got married. “I wish you could have pumped in and out; really banged me; I’m dying to feel what that’s like.”

I said, “There is another possibility that won’t get you pregnant and will preserve as much virginity as you have now.” She was almost startled when she realized what I was suggesting. “You mean in my anus? Will it fit? Won’t it hurt?”

“Not just your anus but deep into your rectum. I can be gentle and you can call a halt if it’s too intense. You will have to get some hand lotion or vaseline and to relax completely. I’ll take it slowly.”

Martha stood up and nervously drank down the rest of her wine. She came back with a bottle of lotion and asked how we were going to do it. “There are a couple of ways, but let’s start with you on hands and knees, either on the couch or the floor. You could also just bend over in front of me; I’ll make it work any way.” She said nothing but got down on the floor facing away from me.

Once again I pulled her skirt up, this time over her back, revealing to me a beautiful pair of buttocks. With great difficulty I restrained myself from spanking, and instead caressed her behind and the back of her thighs. I squeezed and kneaded her buttocks and spread them apart to reveal my new aiming point. I anointed it with the lotion and spread it all around and a little into her anus. I also greased my hardon, which was standing tall for the opportunity. I suggested deep breaths again to relax her whole body, as I rubbed my cock head against her anus. She tensed a couple of times and each time I reminded her of breathing. Very slowly I pressed into her, pausing if she winced.

The relaxation worked and soon the head of my cock slipped inside. Martha gasped, then relaxed and I started moving slightly in and out, a bit deeper with each movement. Martha groaned audibly as I got to full penetration. Then I slowly withdrew it until only the head remained in. I continued this for a while, picking up the pace as I went. I bent over and reached around her hip to touch and rub her erect clitoris.

After a few moments, I suggested that she take over the rubbing so I could concentrate on ass-fucking. As she massaged her clit, I picked up the pace. Soon she was humping back at me as I went faster and faster. The room echoed with the slap-slap-slap of my groin smacking against her buttocks. Martha was breathing hard and writhing as much as she could with both my hands holding her hips in place. “Oh, I’m going to come again, inside you,” I said and she moaned and redoubled her humping and clit-rubbing.

My orgasm arrived with six or eight convulsive spasms, each as deep into her as I could reach. I was really pounding her and if she also came, my hammering overcame whatever movements she made. I half-collapsed onto her back, and lay there catching my breath. Martha was panting also and we rested together. As my hard-on shrank, I withdrew it from Martha’s behind. I folded a piece of Kleenex and stuffed it between her cheeks. “We probably both want to go to the bathroom,” I said. Martha agreed and stood up, wobbling a little. We hobbled to the bathroom, Martha heading straight for the toilet. I hung my package over the lip of the washbasin and set about with soap and water.

Martha cheerfully ordered me to clean up really well, “and when you’re done, bring that cock over here; I have something to try with it.” I toweled off and walked toward the toilet discreetly pretending I wasn’t hearing the sometimes not-too-faint sounds of Martha working to discharge the load I had injected.

As I stood in front of her, she took my cock into her mouth once more, saying, “I like the idea of sucking on the very cock that just filled my rectum with all that cum I’m working to expel.”

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With Maria’s discovery of the horse thief’s pattern, Megan couldn’t wait to relate the news to Trey. Looking out the window of Clint’s office she saw his truck approaching from the barns. When Trey turned into the courtyard to let her know he was leaving, she was already waiting on him.

“Maria figured it out!” Megan exclaimed, excitedly. “There’s a pattern to the thefts. It’s gonna be the ranch on the east side that gets hit next.”

Megan quickly explained to him how the thieves would twice steal horses from the ranch on the east side of Taos and then make a theft from the ranch up at Alamosa. They would then inadvertently repeat their pattern.

“Why a pattern?” Trey inquired. “Surely they know someone would eventually figure it out.”

“That’s a good question. You’re right.” Megan agreed. “There must be a reason why they keep sticking to the same routine.”

“If they’re gonna hit the other ranch, we should set up an ambush.” Trey suggested.

“I’m going with you.” Megan stated, as she ran around to the passenger side of the truck.

The drive to the Rockin J’s facility on the east side of Taos took nearly a half hour. The narrow streets lined with shops and art galleries were packed with tourists flocking in for the weekend. Arriving at the gated entrance to the ranch on Spider Road, Trey jumped out and unlocked the gates, swinging them open.

“Are the gates always locked?” Megan inquired as Trey drove through them.

“After the first theft, we started locking the gates.” He replied. “We never had to lock the gates before then.”

“Awful trusting, aren’t you?” Megan remarked.

“That’s just the way we are.” Trey responded. “We hardly have any kind of livestock thefts.”

Trey drove up the hill towards an old dilapidated house that looked like it was built in the twenties, maybe even before then. It was a single story structure with a wooden porch running the full width of the house. The porch roof was sagging all along the front and large holes in the home’s roof were clearly visible.

“You building your own house?” Megan quipped as she exited the truck.

“I do stay out her occasionally.” Trey remarked. “Especially if one of the horses needs alot of medical attention.”

“You’re kidding!” She exclaimed. “This place looks like it could fall in any minute.”

“It probably could but it beats sleeping on the ground.” Trey responded. “I’ve got an old bed frame and a kerosene stove inside. I hook up the generator on the truck to the house so I can have lights. That’s about all I need.”

“What about the barn, don’t you need lights there?” She inquired.

“I drive the truck back there and plug in the generator if I need to.” He replied. “I’m afraid of having a fire if I put it too close.”

“You kinda like things kept simple, don’t you?” Megan asked.

“Well……..I guess.” Trey answered. “It’s still alot more than what the original settlers had.”

“Let’s saddle up a couple of horses and I’ll give you a tour.” He suggested. “Time to make a cowgirl out of you.”

“We could just walk.” Megan countered. “I’m game.”

“Walk five-thousand acres! You’ve got to be kidding!” Trey exclaimed. “We’ll ride!”

Saddling up two horses, Trey gave Megan some brief instructions on how to rein and ride.

“Princess is a team-penning horse and gentle as a lamb.” Trey remarked. “You’ll like ridin’ her.”

As the couple rode away from the barns, Trey pointed out fence lines so Megan could get an idea of the ranch’s vastness. The mountains, rocky crags, unspoiled terrain and rich pastures enriched the ranch. Megan caught herself admiring the magnificent views more than looking for a good place to set up an ambush.

“It’s nice out here, ain’t it?” Trey remarked, as they rode along.

“It’s gorgeous!” Megan exclaimed, riding alongside him. “It’s like a paradise!”

“Bet you don’t see anything like this back in Philadelphia.” He commented.

“Nope, you sure don’t.” The Alleghenies are west of Philly.” Megan responded. “They’re no match for this though.”

“Think you’d like to live out here?” He asked, staring at her with a grin.

“I think I know what you’re getting at Trey.” She answered. “There’s no way I’m going to stay here. Once I’m done with everything, I’m going back home.”

“Unless I change your mind.” He countered.

“You’re not going to change my mind so don’t waste your efforts.” Megan stated. “Let’s just make the most of the time we have together before we go our separate ways.”

The disappointed look on Trey’s face pretty much told the story of how he felt about her decision. At least Megan had been truthful about her intentions. She wasn’t going to lead him on, then crush him when she left to go back to Philadelphia.

Later in the afternoon, the two rode back to the barn. Although Megan had a good overview of the ranch, she still hadn’t seen everything.

“Well, whatta ya think?” Trey asked breaking his long silence.

“I love the horses!” Megan exclaimed. “This ranch illegal bahis is magnificent!”

“I meant about setting up the ambush. That’s what I was talking about.” He retorted with a stern look on his face.

“Let’s have a look at the house.” She suggested. “I’ll need a clear view of the barn’s main doors.”

“You mean we!” He responded. “You’re not doing this alone.”

“Ok, we then. Have it your way.” Megan replied. “But, I’m the only one who’s gonna have a gun. I don’t want you accidentally shooting me.”

“Gun!” Trey exclaimed. “You got a gun?”

“A couple.” Megan answered. “What’d you think I was gonna do, throw fuckin’ rocks at em?”

“I thought we’d get the sheriff’s department involved and let them handle it.” He replied. “And watch that mouth of yours. You talk like some old whore!”

“That’s because I am an old whore!” Megan smarted off. “So just get used to it!”

“You’re not a whore so don’t say you are!” He barked. “And, I found out you’re only twenty-six, so quite saying you’re old.”

“Let’s take a look inside the house.” Megan mumbled, walking away from him. “It might be as good a place as any to hide.”

Entering the old house, Megan was surprised at its decaying conditions. Besides the wooden bed frame and kerosene stove, the only other furnishings were an old wood table and two plastic lawn chairs. It was just one large room with no partitions.

“Where’s the bathroom?” Megan inquired.

“It’s out through the back door.” Trey replied. “Just pick a spot and go.”

“No thanks, I’ll wait till I get back to the ranch.” She responded.

That evening, Megan and Trey gathered up their gear to spend the night at the ranch on Spider Road. Megan checked her guns, packing extra ammunition in one of Trey’s backpacks. Collin hadn’t come home so the two worked freely without anyone getting suspicious. Loading up Trey’s truck they headed back out to the ranch just after sundown.

Megan stored their gear in the house while Trey parked his truck in the barn where it would be out of sight. After locking the gates, he returned to the crumbling structure. Megan was sitting at the table smoking a cigarette and drinking bottled water she’d packed in a cooler.

“I wish you’d quit smoking.” Trey muttered. “It smells up the place.”

“Well, you can keep wishing till your balls dry up.” Megan quipped. “Besides, cigarette smoke could only make this fuckin’ outhouse smell better.”

Trey responded with something inaudible but Megan couldn’t make any of it out. She didn’t ask him to repeat it knowing it was something she didn’t want to hear anyway.

Midnight past and no one even so much as drove by the ranch’s locked gates. An hour later, Megan decided to try and get some sleep while Trey stayed up to act as lookout. After unrolling one of the sleeping bags out on the wooden bed frame, she started getting undressed. Trey stared at her as she slipped off her blouse and jeans. Removing her bra, she placed it on top of her clothes. She folded the top of the sleeping bag back then slid in between the two layers.

“Gonna keep them panties on?” Trey smarted off. “Thought you’d be sleeping in the nude.”

“Well, we still might have company tonight and I want to look sexy for them.” She countered. “Besides, I don’t want to give you any ideas.”

A few hours later, almost 3am, Trey shook her from her sound sleep.

“Something’s spooking the horses, maybe coyotes.” He stated. “Grab your hat and let’s get going.”

Trey ran out of the house, his cowboy boots making loud footsteps on the wooden floor. Megan slipped on her sneakers, not bothering to tie the laces. Her Glock 21 handgun was sitting on the table next to Trey’s western hat. Grabbing both, she ran out onto the porch and jumped down to the ground. Trey was halfway to the barn as she rounded the old house. Loud, eerie howling filled the air. It was a pack of coyotes prowling around the barns, scaring the horses!

Two adult coyotes came running out of the barn, scurrying away towards Trey’s left. Raising her .45 caliber pistol, Megan squeezed off two rounds, dropping both animals dead in their tracks as they ran. The gunfire resounded off the hills, almost echoing. Trey froze in his tracks, afraid to make a move. Another adult coyote came running down the side of the barn towards the fence line. Megan fired two shots, even though the first one lifted the animal completely off its feet. The shots echoed, then quickly faded. Silence followed as the resonating faded.

“You could have shot me!” Trey yelled.

“I thought about it!” Megan yelled back. “To me, one howling asshole’s just like another!”

“You’re the one who’s gonna have to bury them!” He shouted. “You shot em, you bury em!”

“You’re forgettin’, Cowboy. I’m the one with the gun.” She shouted back. “You do the digging. I’m gonna go pee.”

“Nice outfit!” He exclaimed, gesturing at Megan wearing his hat. “You oughta wear that more often!”

She did look quite sexy wearing just black illegal bahis siteleri bikini panties and a black cowboy hat!

An hour later, Trey came back into the house. Megan was curled up in her sleeping bag but she wasn’t asleep. He noticed her eyes were open. On the table, sat his cowboy hat with her black panties lying on top.

“It’s almost 4am. Doesn’t look like anyone’s gonna do anything tonight.” He remarked.

“Does that include you?” Megan murmured, pulling back the top portion of the unzipped sleeping bag.

Trey didn’t have to be taunted twice. Seeing the beautiful woman lying there, wearing nothing but a sexy smile, was invitation enough. Quickly getting out of his clothes, he slipped into the sleeping bag with her.

Lying on his back with Megan in his arms, she leaned over him as the two kissed passionately. Her firm breasts crushed against his chest as her moist lips sucked his tongue into her mouth. Trey’s right hand glided up and down her bare back while she continued sucking on his tongue.

Nibbling at his lips, Megan traced her fingertips down over his muscular chest and taut stomach. Stopping her hand just at the edge of his curly pubic hair, her lips nibbled gently at his nipples. They responded to her lips immediately. Megan’s hand brushed over Trey’s course pubic hair, knowing his magnificent cock was already hard.

“You lookin’ for something?” He murmured, grinning.

“Thought I’d see if there was any salami to snack on.” She whispered.

“Hmmm. Found it!” She added moments later, grasping his hard cock. “Nothing like fresh meat for breakfast.”

Shucking back the top of the sleeping bag, Megan’s lips locked onto the head of Trey’s stiff cock. Licking the tip with her tongue, she slowly swirled all around the mushroom-shaped crown. Low, throaty sounds of pleasure came from him as she slowly slid her clenched lips down the hard shaft. Her hand cupped Trey’s warm balls as she slid her mouth up and down his cock. Swirling her tongue side to side along the rigid flesh, she taunted him till she had him about to cum. Pulling her mouth from his cock, she looked at it, covered with her thick saliva.

“I’m gonna ride me a cowboy!” She smarted off. “Gonna bust me a bronco!”

Straddling Trey, Megan held his cock while she eased her already swollen pussy onto him.

“Oh my God!” She muttered, easing down on Trey’s cock. “It’s sooooooo fuckin’ good!”

Working the long, thick shaft into her pussy, Megan began fucking herself up and down on Trey’s cock, rocking her pelvis with each thrust. Trey’s rough hands, gently massaged her breasts, flicking his thumbs over her already hard nipples.

“Oh Godddddddddddddddddd…………Treyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy” She murmured, over and over.

Trey matched each of her slow thrusts with his till he was fucking into her, lifting her knees off the bed. Her first orgasm came sudden and unexpected, flooding her pussy with thick juices.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr” She moaned aloud. “Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh”

Trey’s strong hands at her waist steadied her as he pounded his hard cock upwards. Another orgasm quickly formed deep within her. She felt the strong erotic sensation rising towards its peak. Trey arched his back, lifting his butt upwards till Megan was completely suspended off the bed. Her incredible orgasm shook her entire body. Her head flung backwards as her gaping mouth emitted a scream.

“ARGhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Godddddddddddddddddddddddd” She screamed.

Extremely weakened by the second orgasm, Megan put her arms on his chest to keep from collapsing down on her lover. Trey gave her one last thrust that almost bucked her off. Her perspiration soaked hands slipped upwards towards his shoulders but failed to grasp him. Her spent body collapsed hard on top of him.

“Oh God………………Trey” She mumbled, her head resting against his chest.

“Didn’t bust this bronco!” He exclaimed.

Rolling Megan gently off of him, Trey positioned her face down on the sleeping bag.

“Now, I’m gonna break me in a filly!” He muttered.

Lifting Megan’s body up till her knees were directly under her, Trey firmly held her waist, pulling her back onto his hard cum-covered cock.

“Arggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” Megan moaned.

Trey fucked his cock into her slowly, gradually increasing the tempo by pulling her back onto his cock. Megan’s face was buried in the sleeping bag, muffling her constant moans. Trey’s cock felt like a magic stick as he brought Megan off twice more. Feeling his climax nearing, Trey pounded Megan hard till her ass was bright red. As his hot cream spewed from his cock, he gave her one last, hard trust.

“Oh Goddddddddddddddddddddddd” Trey moaned through clenched teeth.

His body was paralyzed as his cum kept pouring from his balls. Releasing his grip on her waist, Megan fell forward, slipping off Trey’s hard cock. A long, thick strand of cum dangled from the head of his cock, breaking off as canlı bahis siteleri it fell to the wooden floor of the old house.

“And, that’s how we cowboys take care of you fillies!” Trey exclaimed, slapping her on the butt.

Megan lay breathless on her tummy, sprawled out on the sleeping bag. Her eyes, barely opened, watched as Trey took a bottle of water and poured it over his cock, washing himself off. Saturating a paper towel with water, he came back to the bed and washed her pussy and legs.

“You cityslickers are never gonna learn.” Trey whispered. “When it comes to breedin’, we know what we’re doin’.

“I’m goin’ out and check on the horses, get a few things done while I’m here.” He quipped, washing the perspiration from her back. “You stay here and get some rest. You’ve had a hard night bustin’ them broncos.”

Megan did drift back off to sleep within moments. It was almost mid-morning, before he came back inside the old house. Waking her gently, he waited while she dressed. Back at the main ranch, Megan showered and dressed to go see Trey’s father at the medical center.

Clint was in fairly good spirits. The physical therapy department had just brought him back from a session and he was quite tired. Megan sat on the bed with him, which is where he preferred her to sit. He chatted about ranching and horses, which was pretty much all he knew about, till he got tired. He mumbled his ex-wife, Christina’s name as he drifted off to sleep.

Megan spent the rest of the day going through Clint James’ legal documents and financial statements. Stretching out on the floor of Clint’s office she watched the blades of the ceiling fan slowly spinning.

“I’ll never get through all this!” Megan thought. “I’ll be drawing Social Security before I’m done!”

That evening Megan and Trey again returned to the ranch on Spider Road, hoping their luck would change. Entering the house, Megan spotted a snake slithering across the floor at her. Screaming, she ran out of the house. Trey attempted to calm her by informing her the snake was harmless but Megan wasn’t budging from her decision not to reenter the dilapidated building. That night, the couple spent the night inside the barn, sleeping in the haymow. Although a few vehicles passed by the ranch, none stopped or even slowed down. Early the next morning, Trey and Megan decided to call it a night and make love like two crazed animals before returning to the main ranch. At least, the night wasn’t without a reward!

The following night was just like the previous two. While Trey was getting disgruntled about not catching the thieves, he wasn’t complaining about the hot, passionate sex. Being the more patient of the two, Megan wasn’t complaining about either issue.

Later, close to mid-morning, Megan received a call at the house. It was Christina, Clint James’ former wife and the boy’s mother. Phoning from Albuquerque, she was just about to board a commuter flight to Taos. She asked if Megan would pick her up at the airport. Readily agreeing, Megan prepared to leave immediately. Megan drove Clint’s Suburban to the Taos Airport so there would be ample room for her luggage.

Apprehensive as to what the former Mrs. James would be like, Megan was pleasantly surprised when she saw a very attractive blonde-haired woman step off the small commuter plane. She was much younger than Clint, appearing to be in her late forties. Her short-cropped hair was tightly curled to her head. She walked with grace and style wearing a white, tailored business suit. The woman had a trim figure, evidence that she took great care of herself. She smiled as she approached Megan in the lobby of the small airport.

“You must be Megan Reynolds.” The woman said, pushing out her hand. “I’m Christina James.”

“Yes. I’m Megan.” She responded, briefly shaking the woman’s hand. “I’m glad we finally got to meet.”

“Too bad it couldn’t be over more pleasant circumstances.” Christina remarked. “How’s Clint doing?

“He’s doing better. They’re working on trying to get him to stand and walk.” Megan reported. “His spirits are down but I’m sure you’ll be able to cheer him up.”

“Honey, only one thing cheers that man up. And that’s money!” Christina replied with a stern look on her face.

Collecting Christina’s luggage, the two women packed it in the rear of the Suburban. Driving back to the Rockin J, Megan noticed the woman carefully looking her over.

“How’s Trey and Collin handling all this?” Christina inquired.

“Trey’s handling it pretty well. It was rough going at first.” Megan replied. “Collin hasn’t stopped in to see his father since we took him to the medical center.”

“Well, that’s no surprise. Collin I mean.” Christina commented. “Probably best if he stays the hell away from Clint anyway. He’d only come with his palms up wanting money.”

“You got everything under control at the ranch?” She asked bluntly. “Trey’s helping you I assume.”

“Yes, everything’s pretty well under control. Trey’s been wonderful.” Megan responded, biting her lower lip.

“Has Collin been bothering you any? You know, hitting on you?” Christina inquired.

“Ah no, not really.” Megan replied. “I just brush off whatever he says. I wouldn’t take anything he says seriously.”

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Max woke up and startled, she didn’t recognize this room at all. The last thing she remembered was Jack stroking her hair while she’d cuddled into his bare chest.

She remembered being polarized while on one hand she was so aroused by the contact of his naked flesh she’d wondered if she could reach orgasm just having him stroke her hair, and conversely she’d been more relaxed and peaceful than ever. She must have drifted off. The idea of Jack carrying her to bed made her smile. She got out of bed still in her sweats and wandered out into the hall in search of the bathroom.

She then made her way down to the kitchen and noticed a note on the table.

Good morning gorgeous I hope you had a good night’s sleep. I had to head in to work and didn’t want to wake you. The coffee is ready to brew just push the start button and help yourself to anything you want. There is a key on the hook by the door so you can lock up. I’ll see you at noon.

Jack

P. S. I’m glad you came over last night.

Max grinned as she pressed the start button on the coffee machine. She headed to her car and grabbed her bag bringing it back into the house. As she looked for a water glass to take her pill. She noticed Jack had a Vitamix, she had been coveting Kat’s for a while now and decided to put it to work realizing that Jack was every bit the health nut he appeared to be. She grabbed some, kale, pineapple, chia seeds and coconut water and threw them into the blender. Within seconds it was perfectly liquefied, she needed to get herself one of these. She realized sadly that she didn’t have a home to put one in at the moment. Grabbing her beverages she headed outside to explore and see if there was anywhere to sit.

She didn’t need to go far as the long wrap around deck had a beautiful wooden swing that looked out into the woods. She sat and enjoyed her breakfast while watching the birds dance through the trees. After coffee she went back in and found Gumbo still sleeping on the loveseat, she woke him with a petting and found his leash so she could take him for a stroll around Jack’s property.

They ventured around back and Max was awestruck by the beauty before her. There was an enormous meticulously kept vegetable garden. Her and Gumbo walked the rows the air was perfumed with heirloom tomato plants and rich earth. Noticing that there was a large raspberry bush along the edge of the woods she picked them and popped them into her mouth letting their tangy sweetness explode across her tastebuds.

If someone entered her mind and created the most perfect place in the world for her, they would have come up with this. It was heaven here. And Gumbo seemed to agree, his big goofy dog grin making her even happier.

***

Geoff opened his eyes feeling like they had razors in them, his mouth tasted like he’d been eating sand. As he rolled to his side to sit up his head throbbed. There was a nearly empty bottle of Appletons on his night table. He grabbed it and took the last couple ounces down in one gulp hoping it would dull the pain. It didn’t.

He looked to Max’s side of the bed and his chest tightened.

“It’s over Geoff.”

Max was gone. On this day just last week she had woken him with an earth shattering blow job.

Geoff walked naked to the bathroom to relieve himself. He had hoped Max would call him or come home. They needed to talk about this. After 6 years it couldn’t just be done.

He grabbed his phone to check if she’d messaged him and discovered he had drunkenly sent her a half a dozen pathetic messages. Fuck. She hadn’t even read them. Where was she? Was she over at Kat’s crying and bashing him? He’d known Kat wasn’t his biggest fan she was probably loving this. It was 11 am Geoff knew Max would head to the gym soon to work out with the fucking Adonis Jack. His face puckered at the thought.

Downstairs He went to the fridge noticing a few gym day passes held by a magnet. As he cracked a beer, he decided he might crash their session. He wouldn’t approach them but he’d be there and be visible. His headache cleared as he took a deep pull from his beer.

He would see Max maybe she’d want to talk to him. His smile growing as he got himself ready.

***

An hour later Geoff used all of his wits to appear casual while he strolled into the free weights section. He saw them right away looking like spokespeople for the place. Jack was benching and Max was spotting him. Geoff stared at them, bile rising in his throat as he watched Max smile at Jack and chatting as though she hadn’t a care in the world when her marriage was ending. She looked like she was having the best day of her life. As though sensing him she looked up and her face transitioned from carefree to stoney in seconds.

Geoff smiled warmly and nodded to her she continued staring until Jack noticed and sat up on the bench. Jack looked to Max and Geoff heard him ask her canlı bahis şirketaleri if she was ok or if she wanted to leave. Max shook her head and then deliberately set herself onto the bench and started her presses. Jack followed her lead and pretended Geoff wasn’t even there. Soon they were back to smiling and chatting amicably. Geoff half assed his way through a workout before heading to the lobby.

He figured if he could catch Max on her way out alone maybe she’d be more receptive. He waited an hour before seeing her exit the change room looking flawless in black curve hugging shorts and a periwinkle sleeveless top, her hair was styled in a perfect blowout and all of her skills as a makeup artist showing on her face. His heart skipped a beat as he B lined for her. She didn’t stop for him.

“I’m not ready Geoff. I promise I’ll call you when I am. You need to give me room to breathe,”

Geoff matched her pace.

“Max,” he pleaded “I’m a fucking mess without you, please let me make this right I’ll do anything.”

Max finally stopped no anger in her eyes not even hurt she was looking at him with pity. His insides boiled.

“There is no making this ‘right’ Geoff. I meant it when I said it was over. We will talk soon to arrange who gets what and a legal separation but you need to understand that there is no repair for this. We cannot ever move forward healthily after this. Move on Geoff,” She said with as much compassion as she could but still it felt like she had poured acid all over him.

He didn’t want her compassion he wanted her love, her trust, her respect and admiration.

Geoff smouldered as he stared at her unable to formulate a response to her bleak statement. With nothing left to say Max turned and left him alone in the lobby with his misery. How was she so ok with this? Geoff felt like there was a raging fire in his body chewing everything up.

He turned and realized Jack was looking at him from across the lobby. Wearing a crisp shirt and a badge Geoff stalked over to him and even at 6 feet he had to look up to him.

“Don’t you fucking touch her,” Geoff growled

Jack smiled,

“I guess that’s the advice you should have given yourself with your mistress.”

Geoff’s entire body tensed.

“She’s my wife!” He said through clenched teeth.

“I will not discuss the relationship Max and I have with you.” Jack replied decently. As he turned away Geoff noticed the Dr. In front of his name on his badge. He almost groaned out loud. What bullshit was that. Of course the guy coming onto his wife is not only a herculean dream boat, but he’s also a God damn doctor. A flash of brilliance came to him.

“She has gonorrhea!” He blurted almost to Jack’s back.

“I gave it to her that’s how she found out about Jess” it was humiliating to share this with Jack. But he knew it would turn him off. Keep him from fucking her. Jack barely paused before continuing away from Geoff.

***

Jess was setting tables for service when Geoff walked in. He looked terrible, and his odour was pungent. His bright red hair tousled the scent of alcohol and body odour wafted behind him. He acknowledged no one as he made his way to the back.

“Did Max finally kick him to the curb for fucking you?” Jess was startled out of her reverie She hadn’t even noticed Antonio had been beside her.

Her mouth fell open.

“Everyone knows. You guys weren’t exactly discreet.”

She shrugged her shoulders so what who cares anymore about who was fucking who. They were consenting adults. Jess winced as she bent to put silverware in a booth.

“Rough night?” Antonio quipped.

Jess smiled wickedly, “Absolutely. It was glorious. “

If she would be the workplace slut, she may as well embrace the title.

Jess had gone to the clinic yesterday and gotten tested for everything. Sean had come with her. He was still processing everything but said he would accept an open relationship so long as she was safe.

But Jess didn’t love being safe. She loved a man cumming inside her. She needed it to get off. She would try though, she was lucky to get away with something curable. Sean also said he would get back in shape and pay more attention to her. She would believe that when she saw it. She had secretly hoped he would dump her so she could be rid of him.

She walked by a group of servers and overheard Ana-llLise saying

“He looks like shit. I guess his wife left him a couple days ago. Doesn’t look like he’s taking it well.”

“I bet I could help him get over it,” Said Corinna with a wink and they all giggled about how bad she was.

Jess chimed in from the outskirts, “It’s ok ladies I’ve got that covered.”

A few jaws dropped in surprise as Jess turned on her heel and sashayed to the pass leaning in so Geoff could hear her on the other side.

“Want me to help you forget your troubles tonight?”

Geoff canlı kaçak iddaa looked up at her as if she had insulted him.

“Are you well?” he said coldly, “How many guys are you fucking anyway? You’re a cum dumpster Jess.”

Undeterred Jess offered

“I can bring Corinna. Turns out she has a thing for you and this entire heartbroken divorcee shit seems to be her thing.”

Geoff looked up at Corinna appraisingly. She was a curvy brunette if he was drunk enough he could pretend she was Max.

“Ok. It’s a date now get out of here I’m trying to work,”

Jess smiled and left the pass. Now she had to reel Corinna in. Jess preferred dick but accepted cunt in desperate times.

She walked over while Corinna was grabbing her tray.

“You want to come to Geoff’s with me tonight. Have drinks see where the night takes us?”

Corinna’s eyes leapt from her sockets

“Are you asking what I think you are?” She gasped.

Jess could see her pulse quicken in her throat. She could pretend she was shocked and appalled but she was into it.

“It will help him get through this I think.”

Corinna glanced to Geoff who didn’t seem to notice her ever.

“He wants me to come?” she said insecurely like a high schooler admitting to a crush.

“Ya said I couldn’t come over if I didn’t bring you.” Jess added to boost her confidence.

Corinna paused

“I’ll let you know by the end of the night,”

And she took off busying herself with jobs that didn’t need doing.

Halfway through the night while they were both waiting at the pass for their food Geoff looked up and offered one of his heart stopping boyish smiles.

“What should I get us for drinks tonight Corinna? You have a preference?”

On the spot Corinna flushed

“I like tequila.”

Geoff honed his smile in on her

“All right I’ll grab that after work and meet your ladies at my place,” He passed over a chit with his address written on it. And then passed them their orders.

Jess grinned at the thought of another night of debauchery. She would need to get wasted though she might even take tylenol to help with the pain from a few nights ago.

***

It was 11 pm when Jess rolled up to the modern looking garden home that belonged to the address Geoff had given them.

Corinna looked nervous.

“Don’t worry. It’s gonna be fun,” Jess said encouragingly.

With that they headed for the door which Geoff opened wearing only a towel.

Jess was relieved he’d showered.

“Come on in don’t mind the mess,”

The home was nothing like Jess expected it was so personalized and warm.

“I’m just gonna go throw clothes on there are drinks in the fridge help yourselves,”

Jess walked to the fridge and poured them each triple sunrises. They were on drink number two when Geoff returned already holding a rum and coke. He tossed a packet of condoms onto the table before turning to Corinna giving his best smile,

“I need you to know there is no pressure for you to stay if this doesn’t feel right. You need to know I’m not looking for anything serious and I don’t want any drama at work. My wife just left me and I’m willing to do anything I can to get her out of head. You’re hot as hell and if you’ll let me I’d love to fuck you tonight, but I won’t be mad if you decide to go.”

Right there his most honest pitch ever. Corinna drained her drink and stood up. Geoff assumed she would head out the door, but she walked over to him bolstered by 6 quick ounces of tequila and she kissed him.

Her lips on him so fast he didn’t even realize it was happening until he was reciprocating. As she kissed him, she pushed him towards the couch until she pushed him into a seated position sloshing his drink everywhere. She hiked up her skirt and crawled onto his lap straddling him. Jess stood up, circling behind Corinna where she reached down and pulled the hem of Corinnas shirt up over her head exposing her huge breasts Geoff pulled Corinnas ass down onto his lap and kissed her passionately while she ground on his hard on. Calming her jealousy Jess allowed her hands to travel down Corinna’s back to the clip on her bra. Releasing her enormous globes. They had to be at least E’s. Geoff’s hands left her ass to cup them. Corinna bucked up and leaned back still grinding her cunt on Geoff’s boner through his pants and her underwear. Geoff took the invitation and buried his face in her tits kissing them and then nipping at her nipples. She gasped in surprise and ground herself into him harder. Jess reached forward grabbing one of Corinna’s breasts and leaned in kissing her on the lips.

“I want to fuck you” Corinna almost whispered as she mashed herself against Geoff. Not needing any further encouragement, Geoff pushed his pants off his hips and down his legs. Jess opened a packet and passed him a condom which he rolled on with ease. canlı kaçak bahis He shoved her panties to the side and positioned the head of his cock into her opening. Holy fuck she was tight, despite how hot and wet she was Geoff couldn’t get his dick more than a few inches into her. Jess pushed Corinna down by the shoulders and Corinna yelped as she expanded to take him in.

“Oh fuck ya,” Geoff groaned as it finally engulfed him. “You’re so fucking tight”

Geoff scooped his hips up thrusting into her a few times.

“I’m a virgin.”Corinna said in response breathlessly.

Geoff stopped mid thrust and looked at her. His dick buried deep inside her.

“You’re joking right?” He asked incredulous.

She moved her hips timidly sliding up and down his shaft he cursed as he succumbed, grabbing her ass so he could get deeper

“I’m not joking,” She was still rocking on his hips, adept for a virgin. She looked him in the eyes, “It’s ok. I want this”

She rolled her eyes back as she rocked her hips faster Geoff grabbed her hips and helped settle her into a rhythm Jess’s hands kneading her tits and kissing her. Corinna’s rhythm stopped and her body froze Geoff felt her tighten so excessively that he felt like his dick was In a Chinese finger trap. With difficulty he slid in and out of her a few more times to get her over the top. Her entire body relaxed, and she moaned as her pussy spasmed around his cock she looked drunk as she stood up and stepped aside. Jess was already naked and getting ready for her turn turning her back to Geoff she stood with her legs together between his legs she lowered herself until she was hovering above his prick. She surprised him by positioning him into her asshole. He groaned as she got him all the way in. Geoff grabbed her hips and slammed into her ass. Corinna had gone to get another drink and was now back. She crawled onto the couch beside Geoff and kissed him.

“Sit on my face.” Geoff said as she came up for air. Her eyes widened Geoff laughed

“If you don’t like it you can get off.”

Corinna cautiously threw her leg over him. He leaned his head back on the couch and released his grip on Jess to guide Corinna. Jess was unphased panting and moaning as she impaled herself on him over and over. With Corinna positioned so her ass was over his nose and her pussy over his mouth he licked and tongue thrusting as he replaced his hands to Jess’ hips. Jess stuffed her fingers into her pussy and nearly buckled at the feeling of fullness as she rode in deep circles. She was going to cum. Behind her she could hear the sloppy sound of Geoff sucking Corinnas clit. And Corinna was shrieking with delight. The heat built in Jess and she released at the same time she heard Corinna scream out as she came, hard from the sound. Corinnas pussy muffled Geoff’s groans but Jess felt his cock throb as he slammed her onto it releasing himself into the condom. Corinna moved off of his face and lay exhausted but smiling beside them on the couch.

“so that’s what it’s all about then?” She breathed.

Geoff pushed Jess off of him and rolled the full condom off and tying it neatly. He got up and crossed the room throwing it into the trash.

“Ya sums it up,” Geoff answered grabbing his drink from the table and draining it. As he put his pants back on he acknowledged Corinna smiling. “You enjoy yourself?” she nodded as she took Geoff’s cue and got dressed.

“Better than I expected, everyone says the first time sucks, that didn’t suck,”

Jess was the only person not putting her clothes back on. She sat sipping her drink watching them.

“That’s it? One round?” She asked teasing, “I was hoping for a marathon.”

Geoff side eyed her, “Go home and fuck your boyfriend if you’re not satisfied.”

Corinnas mouth fell open. Jess was stung but rallied giggling chugging the rest of her drink.

“Maybe I will.” She winked as she got dressed. She didn’t want to overstay her welcome Geoff was already annoyed with her she didn’t want to push him away.

Geoff walked them to the door and thanked them for coming over. As he leaned over to grab door for them Jess planted a warm kiss on his lips something he usually tried to avoid with her. He kissed back but only slightly and that would have been enough for Jess if he didn’t go to Corinna and kiss her hard grabbing her ample ass cheeks in his hands. He closed his eyes and deepened the kiss pressing her into the wall of the hallway. It went on for what felt to be like forever but was only like 5 minutes. The way Geoff was getting into it she thought they might start fucking again right there with her watching. Finally Geoff pulled away opening his eyes he gave her a half smile.

“Thanks for coming tonight Corinna. See you at work tomorrow.” He winked and squeezed her ass one more time.

The door closed behind them. Jess was seething with jealousy but hid it under a veil of over abundant enthusiasm as she drove her home. Girl talking about the night and Geoff and both agreeing they should do it again. By the time Jess had dropped her off she had decided she hated Corinna and her giant tits and tight little virgin pussy.

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I finally got a response from the counseling office at the college to my ad for an intern. As it turned out it was a lot harder to get a single response for a student to work for free for me doing data entry and returning routine phone calls. The one response I received was from a Jasmine Villalobos, who unfortunately was without a drivers license, so I was going to have to interview her over coffee at near the college. This was not a good sign. How would she ever get to or from my downtown office without reliable transportation. But unfortunately it was an “intern’s market.” More businesses were looking for free help than there were students willing to work for free.

We met at the Starbucks across the street from the college and I scanned around looking for my prospective intern. She told me she was Filipino, short and 22. As I looked around I saw a young woman in t-shirt and knee length gym shorts sitting quietly but confidently at one of the tables. She had short page-boy style hair and big glasses. She was cute, but a little chubby, but not so heavy that any reasonably kind person would call her fat. But she looked like a shy geek: a wallflower. What could this girl, who didn’t have the good sense to wear business dress to an interview do for my p.r. business?

“Hi, are you Jasmine? I’m Joseph,” I said as I approached.

“Uh huh,” she answered.

“Can I buy you a coffee?”

“Sure,” she answered noncommittally. I got her order, smiled and turned to place our orders at the counter. Hopefully this will go quick.

I returned to the table with your drinks and sat. “So did you bring a resume with you, Jasmine?”

“No, I didn’t think that was necessary for this.”

“In the future, you’ll want to consider that. It will let people know a little bit about your background.”

“Uh okay,” she mumbled.

“So tell me, why are you interested in an internship in an office?” I probed, wanting to give her a chance and in the back of my mind knowing that I had few options for the unpaid position.

“I don’t know,” she said, looking through her glasses and bangs. “It’s a good way to meet people.”

“Oh? How’s that? What kind of people are you looking to meet at my office. We mostly work with small business owners. Are you looking for connections for future employment?” My interest was piqued a bit. Perhaps she had some ambition and career plans.

“No. Not really. I like meeting men who have jobs. I don’t really want an internship,” she said a little more forcefully than anything she’d said before. I blanched at her admission. She continued with a sly smile on her face, “Are you married?”

“Yes, Jasmine, I am.” Where was this going? I wondered. “What is this all about? What are we doing here if you don’t want a job?”

“I want illegal bahis to see it,” she declared.

“See what?”

“Your cock,” she whispered so quietly I wasn’t sure if I could hear her. I looked at her mouth as she whispered it again, reading her lips. “I want to see your cock.”

“I’m sorry, miss, I don’t think that’s appropriate.” And even though I knew my statement was true, I wondered if there was a way I could give her what she wanted. Where could we go?

But I also worried that this was some sort of trap. Some type of sexual harassment sting.

“I haven’t seen one in person in two years,” she said. “Can we go somewhere and you show it to me?”

I stared into her eyes. Her geeky look became softened and a little bit more sexy. There was sincerity in her eyes, although I wondered why me.

“Please,” she mouthed.

“Where do you want to go?” Suddenly, instead of feeling like an influential businessman, I was a terrified college student afraid of saying the wrong thing and screwing it up.

“I don’t know. Take me somewhere.”

There was a large city park nearby, complete with zoo and golf course. “Do you mind if we drive,” I was embarrassed to ask. The truth is that if she was my friend … or sister … or daughter … I’d tell her not to get in the car with a strange man she just met. I secretly hoped she’d be smart and say “no.”

“Okay,” she smirked. She was a risk taker, or perhaps I was in trouble. Would I be followed and robbed? Was this a terrible mistake on my part?

We walked out to my car and got in. She looked over at me. “I can’t wait to see it.” My pants suddenly got tighter. My dick was now doubled over uncomfortably in my pants. I wanted to straighten it out, but was worried that I would be crossing a line.

We drove through the park looking for a quiet spot to park. The areas around the zoo were filled with mothers taking their pre-school aged children out for the day. “We don’t want to get into trouble,” she said flatly. She was for real, I decided.

I knew a dead end over by the 4th hole of the golf course. I drove over down the road and found a spot with no surrounding cars. The only people who would see us here would either be lost drivers unaware of the dead end, or golfers every 20 minutes.

“Can I see it now?” she asked. Looking expectantly at my crotch.

I loosened my belt, opened my fly and pulled out my seven and a half inch penis, rock hard and inflamed. This was it. I was exposing myself to a young woman half my age, at her request. And not once had I thought of what my wife would think.

Jasmine reached over and touched my cock, with just two fingers, petting it rather than stroking. My hips lurched up instinctual at her touch.

I scanned the surrounding street and the adjacent fairway. illegal bahis siteleri Two golfers were coming along, after their balls, just 25 feet from us. I reached into my back seat and grabbed an old black t-shirt covering up both her hand and my prick. She looked in me in the eye and her gentle petting became a more vigorous hand job as her small hand wrapped around my hidden cock.

“I really like your cock,” she said, emphasizing that final word. “I’ve missed having a cock to play with.” She looked blissful now. How could a coed, even one as nerdy as she, be wanting for a cock to play with. There were millions of men who die to be where I was right now.

The golfers had moved on up the fairway and I lifted the t-shirt revealing her hand sliding up and down my engorged rod. “I thought you only wanted to see it,” I teased.

“Okay,” she said disappointedly, removing her hand from me. Shit! I’d said the wrong thing and it was now over.

“No, it’s okay, I was just surprised that this what was going to happen. I didn’t expect this. Do whatever you want with it,” I said, trying not to sound pathetic in my desire to be touched.

“Anything,” she said quietly, and her hand returned to my dick, and she began stroking again. I looked at her wondering what she was thinking at that moment. The blissful look returned to her face and she was no longer the geeky shy girl in my eyes. Instead she was a beautiful island girl with bright eyes, apple cheeks and thick pouty lips, that I longed to taste. She didn’t wear a bit of makeup that I could tell, but she was the sexiest tart I’d seen in a very long time.

“You’re sexy, Jasmine,” I said.

“No. I’m not,” she said flatly, as she continued to eye my cock hungrily as she stroked it. I was no leaking freely and she used my pre-cum to lubricate her hand job. Did she have no clue what a goddess she was right now? How lucky a man I was to have this sweet girl admiring my manhood.

With her hand wet with my juice she lifted a finger to her mouth and tasted it. “Mmmm,” she moaned.

“Do you want to suck my cock, sweetie?” I asked and without responding she leaned over and gently sucked on the head of my rod. I scanned around us again, suddenly aware of where we were in the middle of the public park at 3:30 in the afternoon.

She sucked on the head of my cock more still holding onto the shaft with one hand, elongating the head. She released my cock from between her fleshy lips and it popped out. And then she began kissing along the underside, gently sucking each inch of my dick as she worked her way to the bottom, until she finally reached my balls and sucked on each one into her mouth, manipulating each inside her soft mouth. My wife had never sucked on my balls before and I didn’t imagine that it could canlı bahis siteleri feel so wonderful.

As she continued to suck on my balls she began stroking me again. The feeling was incredible and I knew right now that I could cum if I chose to. But I wanted more and I didn’t know how she’d reach to my shooting off all over her face and hair.

My balls were released from her mouth. “I really like your cock,” she said again. (Was she for real?) And then she plunged her mouth onto me, running her lips up and down my shaft. She was hungry for it, and I wanted to see what else she would go for. I grabbed her head and started thrusting into her mouth as I pushed her down onto my cock, not quite choking her but definitely fucking her mouth at my pace. After almost a minute of furiously fucking her face I released her head. She lifted herself from my dick and looked at me, her lips swollen. She didn’t say a thing and then returned to sucking me.

I took my hand and finally reached out to touch her, sliding down her back and onto her tight round ass. I squeezed one of her cheeks and then rubbed her crotch through her shorts. She moaned on my cock as she continued to stroke it into her wet mouth.

I knew I was going to blow soon and wanted to give her some pleasure too before it was over. I moved my hand inside of her shorts and under her panties along the crack of her ass. But she released my rod from her mouth and curtly said, “no.” I pulled my hand away, not sure why she didn’t want me to rub her pussy.

“I want to see you cum,” she said, sitting up. I looked around again and noticed an elderly couple walking up the sidewalk from us in the opposite direction. Clearly they had passed by us and in my urgency to fuck this sweet girls face I hadn’t noticed. What had they seen?

“Will you let me see you cum?” she repeated. I took my cock in my hand, happy to satisfy the curiosity of this girl. I stroked my cock hard. Looking in her eyes to see her reaction. Frantically I jerked at my dick, my legs tensed (as much as they could cramped into the front seat of my car), and I knew it was very soon. I was trying to hold off as long as I could to show this girl an impressive load, but one quick drop appeared on the tip and as I continued to stroke it was flung off and onto my arm.

Suddenly she wrapped her hand around mine and covered my cock head with her mouth. With her sucking on me once again, I finally released my load filling her mouth. She nursed at my dick sucking as I continued to spurt into her. My orgasm finally slowed down and not a drop leaked from her mouth.

She sat up and looked at me. “It’s been two years, you know. Thank you.” She saw the drop of cum that had flung onto my arm and picked it up with her finger and licked it off.

I was speechless.

“I really like your cock,” she said, adjusting her glasses.

“Jasmine, do you want to meet again?” I asked hopeful for more, perhaps finally to give her pleasure.

“No, that’s okay. I got a job interview with someone else tomorrow.”

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Inga and her friends made it down to the beach around noon the next day. The topic of conversation as they hunted for a good place to set up shop was that that none of them had gotten any action yet. This was supposed to be a Girls-Gone-Wild getaway, yet so far they hadn’t made a kill. Inga decided not to tell them that in the last 24 hours she’d had three of the most thrilling sexual encounters of her life. She wanted to keep that secret all to herself, for now.

There was the fact that she didn’t know the name of the man who, early that morning, had slipped into her room and then, after eating her pussy like a starving man, has slipped into her vagina and fucked her so good she could still feel it between her legs. He wouldn’t tell her his name when he left, and Inga decided that today would be the day she extracted that information from him. Yes, that was the word–“extract”. She would compel him to talk. Force him. She do things to his body that would make his writhe and squeal and surrender any piece of information she desired. The mere thought of him wriggling beneath her touch made her wet and flushed and drove her half-mad with lust.

Inga saw a few familiar faces a few yards away. They were the group her mystery man had been with the night before in the bar. “Why don’t we set down here?” she said, looking over those faces to see if she could see the only one she had eyes for. But no, he wasn’t there. Her friends agreed and the spread out their towels and got their chairs situated. The sun wasn’t quite so hot today, a good day to relax and work on your tan. Inga stretched the straps of her pale-green swimsuit to readjust her prodigious breasts, and settled down to think about how she would get her man.

One of the men sitting next to them got up and walked over to them. “I think we were at the same club last night,” he said to one of Inga’s friends.

“I think we were,” she said, cooly appraising him.

“You know, all night I wanted to talk to you, but that guy you were talking to didn’t leave you alone for one second. I kept waiting for him to go to the bathroom but he never did. He didn’t go in his pants, did he?”

Inga’s friend laughed. “No, he didn’t. But I wondered about that too, he didn’t give me a second’s peace. And all he wanted to talk about was how he didn’t think the outdoor deck conformed to the local building codes.”

The man said, “Really? That’s so very, very fascinating. Building codes. Now there’s a player.”

Inga’s friend laughed, and pretty soon a few of his other friends noticed the promising signs and came over. Inga could see that a few of the men in the group were married, but quite a few were single and probably not adverse to talking to a group of attractive females, even those a few years older than them. Oddly, none of them made any advances toward Inga. They were polite to her, they included her in conversation, they leered at her tits, but the four men each had eyes for one of her four friends.

So where was HER man, the man she desperately wanted to see right now? One of her friends serendipitously provided the answer. “Hey,” she said, “your buddy last night knocked over Inga’s purse and made her lose her key card!”

“What,” one of the guys said, and when her friend explained the situation he said, “Oh, that’s Chris. He didn’t say anything about it, are you sure it was him?”

“Of course,” her friend said. “I saw him go back to your group after he apologized.”

“So you were checking us out…” he teased.

Her friend smiled, “I check out every cute boy I see.”

The flirtatious banter went on a few seconds more before Inga said, “Is your friend Chris coming down later? Maybe he saw the card fall on the floor? I’m going to call them later to see if they found it.”

His friend said, “He’s up at the house sleeping. A few in our group went on a bike ride at some ungodly hour this morning and he went out too hard. Julie,” he motioned over his shoulder at a woman talking to her husband, “said Chris did an extra ten mile loop and met them at the end of the boardwalk, and by the time he got back he was exhausted. He was a bundle of energy this morning, I heard.”

Inga’s mouth went dry. He was sleeping up at the house. He was alone. He was exhausted. She flexed her fingers, wiggled her toes, took a deep breath. She had to go to him, now. While he was so deliciously vulnerable.

“I’m going to visit the ladies room,” she said, and rose without anyone taking much notice. She walked down the beach…then made a sharp left turn for the steps leading to the road. She knew which house he was staying in, after he took her there yesterday and ran his hands over every quivering inch of her body. And now she’d turn the tables on him. On Chris. She liked that name. She had to bite her lip to keep from moaning it out loud.

She reached the house…and heard snoring. Quiet snoring, coming from the second-floor deck. He was there, outside, sleeping in the sun. Inga went to the front canlı bahis door and gently turned the knob. It twisted all the way and she stepped inside.

The house was empty. She kicked off her sandals and walked soundlessly up the stairs. There were clean, folded towels sitting the dining room table and two boxes of cereal sitting on the kitchen counter. The kitchen was open and faced the living room, and Inga saw that next to the cereal was a bottle of tanning oil. She picked up the bottle and felt that it was nearly full. And then something in the kitchen caught her eye. There was a knife block near the stove and tucked in the block were a pair of kitchen shears. With trembling fingers Inga pulled the shears out of their notch and walked toward the deck.

Inga slipped the straps off her shoulders and stepped out of her suit. She pushed the far screen door open and stepped onto the cool wood. There he was, stretched out on a chaise lounge and sound asleep, sunglasses obscuring his eyes. He wore a ratty pair of mesh running shorts and nothing else. Quietly she uncapped the bottle of oil and poured it all over her breasts, stomach and thighs. Then she walked slowly toward him, careful to not let her shadow fall across his face. She paused next to where he lay, threw her leg over him, and sat down across his thighs.

He jerked violently as he came awake. “What the hell,” he mumbled, trying to twist free, but Inga was a big girl and he had no leverage. “Remember me?” Inga said, running her slick hands up his chest to press him back down.

He fell back and Inga eased herself up a few inches until she had his thighs under her buttocks. “I told you what I’d do to you in your sleep.” Already his shorts were becoming a tent and she slipped a hand through the opening by his thigh to caress him.

“How did you know I was up here?” he demanded, and Inga ignored him. “Do you know what I’m going to do to you?” she asked, and then answered her own question. “I’m going to make you tell me your name.”

He laughed. “You think?”

She shook her head. “I know.”

She reached down and pulled out the kitchen shears. For the briefest second a look of fear crossed his face but then she grabbed a handful of his shorts along the hip and used the shears to slice his shorts open in one deft, “zzzzzip!” Underneath he was wearing tighty-whities and it took Inga and the shears two seconds to slit them open. “And now,” she breathed, pulled the folds of fabric away to reveal his stiff and bobbing erection.

She had to control herself. She wanted to suck it, she wanted it in her mouth and she wanted him to pour his semen down her throat. She wanted to sit on it, she wanted to grind her hips against his pubic bone and feel all that hot flesh throbbing inside her until he filled her with come. But that wasn’t why she was here. She was here to interrogate him. She was here to make him talk. She had to stay in control.

She grabbed the bottle of oil, uncapped it, and poured it all over his chest and groin. He sighed as rivulets slithered down his chest and pooled along his belly. She let the bottle rest against his cock and used both hands to coat his skin with glistening oil. “What’s your name, honey?”

“I’m only permitted to tell you my rank and serial number,” he said. “They dropped the name portion a few years back.”

Inga picked up the bottle and poured oil all over his cock, covering his shaft in the honey-colored liquid. “I’m going to ask you that question again,” Inga said, “and I’ll expect a more forthright answer.”

She wrapped her hand around his shaft and started pumping, her breasts jiggling as she stroked him. He let out a long breath and let his head fall back. “Yeah…” he groaned.

Inga stopped and his head popped back up. “Come on,” he panted, and Inga gave him two strokes before stopping. He licked his lips and Inga put both hands around his cock and twisted them back and forth as if she was trying to start a fire using his erection. And then she stopped. He twisted his hips but she had him under control and he knew it.

She put his cock inside her fist again and started pumping. “What’s your name?” she asked quietly, and before he could answer she said, “I know, you won’t tell me. Yet. But when you’re desperate to come, you’ll tell me. And I’m going to make you desperate.”

Inga made a ring of the thumb and index finger of her right hand and wrapped it round the base of his shaft. She slowly drew it up the entirely of his cock until the gorgeous, fat head popped through. Before it did she repeated the act with her left and, and then went back to her right, so that it felt like his penis was pulling out of the longest, slickest, hottest pussy in the universe. She did this until his head started rocking back and forth…and then she reversed the procedure, starting at the very tip of his penis and pulling her fingers down, down, down to the base of his shaft, using both hands, one at a time, his infinitely long cock penetrating bahis siteleri a pussy that extended to the end of the universe.

Sweat broke out on his forehead and chest, visible even through the oil. “What’s your name, honey?” she cooed. He just shook his head. Inga got more oil and poured it over his cock. A tiny stream trickled over his balls and Inga gently caressed them until they too were shiny with oil. She made a V of the index finger and thumb of her left hand and stroked the tender skin around his testicles while her right hand resumed stroking him.

“Oh God,” he breathed as she masturbated him. It was very quiet on the deck but Inga could hear the occasional car go by, hear pedestrians chatting as they passed the house. “Until I know you’re name, you don’t get to come,” Inga said, slowing the pace until he looked more under control.

A solidary drop of oil hung at the base of his testicles, and Inga used her middle finger to smooth it out until her finger rested at the base. Her fingertips touched the sensitive skin between his anus and his balls and his mouth fell open and he shivered and a tiny, frightened, “Oh!” escaped his lips. She smiled warmly and said, “You like that?” and when she was rewarded with a weak nod she let her hand snake down below his balls and she tenderly caressed him there as she masturbated him.

He would twitch, jerk, moan softly as she touched him. And Inga realized that the closer her fingertips came to his anus, the more he whimpered. She remembered how he had fingered her in the asshole, how that penetration had thrilled her into revealing her own name, and excited almost beyond words now Inga slid a few inches down his thighs to give herself better access to his ass. She pressed her index finger against his sphincter and he moaned and arched his back. “No,” he bleated.

“Yes,” Inga breathed. “Tell me your name or you know what happens next.”

He squirmed but it was impossible to tell if he was trying to move away or toward her. “No, please!”

Inga tipped the bottle of oil and let it drip all over her fingers. She kept at his opening, probing, teasing, and all the while he moaned and whimpered and begged her to stop. All the while struggling to open his legs to give her better access.

He opened his thighs enough for Inga to wiggle her finger inside him. “What is your name?” she demanded.

“Chris,” he cried, a huge smile blossoming over his face as she penetrated him. “My name is Chris! Please, don’t, please…put it…”

Inga stood up and released his legs. She sat down on the chaise lounge, grabbed his ankles, and draped his legs on her shoulders. His legs hung in the air, in much the same position he’s put her in last night. His anus was fully exposed and completely vulnerable and she inserted her index fingers inside him all the way to the knuckle. He pushed his hips forward to maximize the penetration and he breathed heavily through his open mouth as she fingered him.

He bit his lip, arched his back, and groaned, “Uhhh, my name’s Chris.” Inga grabbed his penis and started jerking him like a madwoman. She was mad, she was finger-fucking him and jerking him and from the expression on his face he was in the throes of some unspeakable rapture.

“You like it in the ass, Chrissy?” she teased. “You like your legs in the air while you get fucked?”

He nodded mournfully. “You win,” he groaned. “But…uhhh…how did you know to…oh…to DO that?”

“You did it to me yesterday, and it made me talk,” Inga said, pistoning her finger in and out of his rectum. The tender resistence her finger met made her want to push it in harder, deeper, and every time she upped the pace Chris’s face would contort, twist…and then relax into a beatific smile. She pulled out her index finger and saw him look down in frantic disappointment. Inga poured oil over her fingers, smeared it around his opening, and then gently inserted her middle finger, allowing her to burrow a few delicious centimeters deeper inside him. She visualized his excited prostate gland swelling with semen as she tenderly stimulated it over and over and over again.

She fingered him, she masturbated him. And as she did so Chris raised his legs so high they came off her shoulders, and he reached up and grabbed his ankles to allow her total freedom to ravish him. His eyes never closed, he stared at her quivering breasts, at her lips, at the fingers that were torturing him. His hips undulated slowly as she had her way with him, and again Inga felt an almost overwhelming urge to sit down on that straining erection and feel it split her in two. But was so vulnerable, so exposed, that Inga didn’t want to relinquish this position of total control.

“Do you want to come?” Inga demanded.

“Yes, please,” he cried, and Inga released his cock and instead wiggled her finger deeper inside his ass. He cried out and Inga said, “You’ll come when I say you can come.”

She wanted to keep him like this all day, and all night, quivering bahis şirketleri and moaning and his skin glistening more now from sweat than the oil. But she was a bit out of control herself. She wanted to see him come, she wanted to see him surrender to the pleasure, surrender to HER. She wanted to MAKE him come. She poured more oil in her hand, smeared it all over his cock, and started pumping. And pumping. And pumping. Her finger in his ass never stopped moving and she pumped and pumped and pumped his penis until she could tell he was perilously close.

“Don’t you dare come,” Inga said sharply. “Don’t you come until I say so.”

“I…Inga…I can’t…” he licked his lips.

“Hold it in. Don’t come. Not until I say!”

She stroked him faster, and a tremor ran through his body. “Oh, oh my God.”

“No. Don’t do it.”

“I have to! You’re…” and his voice grew very quiet. “You’re making me come…”

“No.”

“Oh…ohh….OHHH!”

Inga buried her finger in his ass and let her palm flutter around the head of his erection before jacking him off like a machine. “Don’t you dare come!”

He gasped, arched his back, and bleated, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

“No!” she demanded, but she couldn’t hold back a feral smile as his legs fell to the floor and his hips tensed and a watery gout of semen pulsed out of his penis and sprayed all over his chest up to his shoulders. Inga kept fingering him and stroking him as Chris had an orgasm that awed her. His second ejaculation was far more copious and splattered his chest just past his nipples. And then his cock fluttered in her hand and irregular gouts of come jetted all over his belly and crotch, and he moaned softy and writhed and squealed–exactly as she’d fantasized about. And she kept her finger and her fist working until she’d extracted–extracted–every ounce of semen his testicles possessed.

He lay on his back, arms out to the side, legs splayed. His chest rose and heaved from the colossal exertion. “Look what you did to me,” he said, his eyes looking down at his cum-splattered skin. “Look what you made me do.”

Inga rose, knelt down, and kissed him tenderly on the lips. “I’m glad we’ve now been properly introduced, Chris.” She held out her hand, “In case you’d forgotten, my name is Inga.”

He took her hand and shook it. “Inga. I think I’ll remember that name.”

“I think you will.” She kissed him again, and he kissed back as best he could in his state. She rose and started to walk toward the house. “I left my friends talking to some of your friends. It wouldn’t surprise me if a few of them ended up in bed tonight. Isn’t that a happy coincidence? It gives us a chance to spend some time together.”

“If I spend more time with you,” he croaked. “I might drop dead.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t let that happen,” she said as she slipped on her suit. “I’ll need a dip in the ocean before I go back. You need a shower, honey. A long, soapy shower.” She walked back and gently touched his gooey erection, and Chris twitched.

“You know, it’s going to be hard for me to top this,” he said.

“I know,” she said, looming over him and kissing him on the lips. “See you down at the beach.”

She walked back to the house, and then she heard his voice over her shoulder. “It’ll be hard…but not impossible.”

Inga left the house and walked to a different set of stairs before returning the beach. Her skin glistened with tanning oil and sweat, and she walked down to the surf and gingerly walked into the waves. The cold water felt delicious on her sizzling skin and after a few minutes bobbing in the water she waded out and walked back to her friends.

They were deep in conversation with their new boy toys. Yes, there would be a lot of sex tonight, she thought. She wondered if these strapping younger men knew what her friends would do to them in the bedroom, how hungry and aggressive they were.

Well, if they talked to Chris, he could clue them in.

“What took you so long?” one of her friends asked, and Inga said that on the walk back she’d started talking to a man and they went for a dip. “But then he let it slip that his wife wasn’t coming down till tonight and, hey, would I like to see his hotel room?”

“Tsk,” one of the guys said. “That’s pretty weak.”

And another grinned and said, “Well, you can’t blame the guy for trying.”

Thirty minutes later a shadow moved behind Inga and there he was, Chris, in bathing trunks and a towel over his shoulder. His friends jeered at him for sleeping so long, and after he traded a few insults back he was introduced to all her friends.

“And this is Inga,” he was told, and he leaned down and shook her hand. He said, “You know, I think I knocked your purse off the bar last night. I’m very sorry.”

“That’s all right,” Inga said.

“She think she lost the card for her hotel room when it fell,” one of her friends said. “You really need to make it up to her…”

His face fell. “Oh, I’m sorry. If you don’t find it let me know, I’ll pay for it.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Inga said, smiling at him.

There was room for him to sit next to her, but instead he said, “I think I’m gonna go for a swim,” and he walked off.

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“That’s my girl Jayla over at the yellow sea horse. Which one is yours?”

“I don’t have one, yet. I’m prospecting to get a feel for what it’s like to come out here.”

“You white folks have a lot of discipline. I popped my first one with sixteen.”

“Well, the economy is hard. A month after Lehman Brothers bankruptcy, my husband’s production line was black-lit.”

“Huh, you probably got one of those hunks from Chrysler: Big man, big wallet, and know how to treat a lady with dinners and Tiffany.”

“That was then. Now, he is struggling rather quietly. He sometimes disappears for hours. I hope he is hanging out with his old colleagues.”

“I know exactly where my man is: In the state penitentiary for dealing crack cocaine. And he ain’t do no dishes and no nothing. My oldest boy, though, he is making something of him. He is barely sixteen and already working his butt off at the local car wash.”

“Sometimes, I wonder if I should give up on my dream of a stay at home wife. I’ve gotten an education as a nurse before I got married. We are already going to the food bank and took in a boarder. It’s silent guy from Hungary. He barely speaks any English and keeps to himself.”

Mary had her legs dressed in black yoga pants crossed at the knees. Her right foot in the air with the pink sneaker soles was tapping nervously. Her breath gave just a hint of vapor into the cool, late autumn Detroit air. She was sitting in a park in Conant Gardens, Detroit, a few blocks away from her apartment. The big ba-tonga butts and boobs of the African American women happily quelled out overstretched pants and bras. On good days, they parlayed with her friendly. On bad days, they called her the skinny white bitch.

She had learned to keep her distance on days, when the tension ran high in the street. The comrades in her new neighborhood were prone to pulling each other by the air, ripping tops, and savagely fist beaten the head or whatever they could hit. She had seen the enraged anger faces that were desperately clinging to the other body to land one more punch, while their bodies were already lifted up by peacemakers pulling the fighters apart.

“My name is Mary. It is nice to meet you.”

“I see you around, Mary. Call me Shaneil.”

Mary slowly got up. Her sneakers were crunching the ice stars in the light frosting on the ground. She pulled her puffy black Northface jacket tighter. A dozen little buggers were running around in the sand pit, crawling onto the wooden castle, or hitting the ground with sticks. They small people had clothes that was so thick that it made them appear like little balls with their cute little fingers and feet sticking out. Snot ran over the mouth of one boy with the most adorable angel face: “Mommy, mommy, I found a rock!”

Her skinny black gloved fists punched the air as she fell into a little jog. The curvy pebble trails wound and intersected themselves through the park. A group of man was huddled in oversized coats near the bushes with bottles in brown bags. She worriedly looked over to them. They didn’t look back at her. It was daylight. A cop car circled the park in the distance. The vapor puffed out of her mouth stronger by the time she reached the boundary of the park.

In the evening, her fingers reached into the aluminum pan with the Black Forest cake with the 99 cent sticker on it. Carefully with much restraint, she broke off only a little piece. The fridge was humming its compressor through the open fridge door. The old light bulb was flickering, while her face lit up with happiness letting the sugar and cacao ooze down her tongue. The tip of her tongue sensually swiveled around the inside of her white bleached teeth to collect more of bits of taste left over and not yet diluted by her saliva that eagerly shot into her mouth like it did for Maslow’s dogs.

She turned the kitchen light off. Blinded for two seconds, her eyes adjusted to the Detroit night shinning in through the window. The dining table, chairs, and kitchen were a slight white reflection. She was wearing boy shorts that left her bottom peeking out slightly and a tank top. Her bare feet walked over the vinyl into the hallway and into the bedroom.

She nestled under the big down comforter next to her husband George. She starred at the cracked ceiling. The TV was running: “Leading by 6 points with 2:08 remaining in the 4th quarter, the Patriots faced 4th down and nearly 2 yards to go at their own 28-yard line. Indianapolis had one timeout left.”

“George, did you fill out any applications today?” Her face was quivering. She tried to avoid eye contact to avoid having him see her.

“Give me a break. It’s hard to lose your job. John said losing your job is like losing your identity.”

“I’m sorry, George. Is there anything I can help you?”

“Stop nagging me. We already got a boarder to help make the mortgage payments. Do you think I like having a Hungarian wetback in my own house? At least, he goes to work early illegal bahis and comes home late, so that I don’t have to see his ugly face.”

“Okay. I’ll give you some space and go to sleep. Could you turn down the TV a little?” Her voice had become week. Her gaze turned to the corner in the ceiling. The three planes of the walls and the ceiling coming together was her focus point. It had almost become her second home. That’s where she withdrew to keep herself focused enough to avoid starting to bawl.

“If I want to watch the damn game. I watch the damn game in my own fucking house.” George turned up the volume and put the remote control on the night stand next to him as far away as possible from Mary’s reach. He added, “And the damn TV will stay on all fucking night now.” George’s face was red with anger.

“If that’s how I can help you, I will gladly help you.” Her voice was quivering. She could no longer hold it in. She closed her eyes to shut out the world and withdrew into her own head. George didn’t notice. He was too mad.

The next morning, Mary was sitting at the kitchen table warming her hands on the mug of hot tea. Her body was wrapped in a fluffy robe to keep of the freezing morning air in the apartment, while the furnace hissed in the corner. Her feet were stuffed into bunny flippers with sheep fur. George walked into the kitchen already inside of his big, deeply blue Chrysler parka with winter boots.

“George, thank you for turning off the TV.”

“I didn’t turn it off. Don’t act innocent.”

“But it was off in the morning.”

“I know who did it. Don’t lie to my face.”

“Maybe, we had a power short.”

“Yeah, and virgin birth exists. While we are at it, stop wasting our money on cake.”

“But you ate half of it.”

“Ha, if that’s what you are calling your greed, then fine.”

The door slammed shut. Mary got up slowly. Another empty day awaited her. The bunny slippers dragged over the floor on the way to the bathroom. The makeup mirror reflected the light in many ways. The shower head still dripped the water from George’s shower. The apartment was quiet. The Hungarian boarder had long left for his construction site. The neighbors were already at the street corner selling drugs.

She reached for her toothpaste and found empty air. Her mouth parted in slight puzzlement. Her toothpaste was on the left side of the sink. She motioned with her hand to put an imaginary toothpaste down. The motioned trained by years never put it on that side. Her husband was very clear about which side belonged to him and which to her. For a moment, she worried that her husband would get mad at her ingression. However, he hadn’t said anything.

When she was at the end of her wash, she got the black pantyhose from all the way back in the closet. She carefully rolled them up. She put on the little pencil skirt. Her black blouse was a little crumpled. She put up the iron board in the kitchen. The window was open. The bare limbs of a winter tree were looking in as she pointed the tip of the iron into the corners of her blouse with her boobs hanging out.

An hour later, she stepped out of the silver train car into the cold wind gusts. The commuter crowd was covered in thick winter clothes, gloves, and hats. Her trench coat did the best at keeping out the worst of the weather from her pantyhose legs. The coat tails flapped wildly in the wind baring her elegant calves on black leather heels.

She swiftly stepped through the streets under the gray sky with clouds chasing down from Canada. Ease dropped over her body tension, when she stepped inside of the brownstone walls of the Henry Ford hospital. She clutched the blue folder tight to her chest and walked straight for the information desk.

“I’m here for the group interview with nurse applicants. I have my resume with me.”

“Do you have your proof of vaccinations and latest health check, no older than thirty days with you?”

“I was hoping that I could get that done here.”

“Do you have health insurance?”

“Not at the moment.”

“I’d recommend going down to the free clinic on Macomb. The hospital will charge you full rack rates, which are three times of what the contracted insurance negotiated rates are. The applicant reception is in room
0-21. The elevator is over there. Good luck.”

Her heels clacked loudly on the stone floor of the lobby. Men were wearing designer glasses. Their greying hair was neatly groomed and texturized with product. Their faces were so well groomed that she wondered if some of them were discretely applying subtle makeup. The cacophony of conversations in the background were so clearly enunciated that they felt exhilarating like a bright water found sparkling into the blue sky. Mary sighed like a weight was lifted off her chest for being back in such a respectful and educated environment.

Her hands caressed the golden buttons in the elevator and the Japanese culture inspired paneling in the elevator illegal bahis siteleri felt so soft. The view of the open glass windowed elevator down on the lobby with vividly green plants was breath dropping like taking a mini-vacation to see the Christ statue in Rio de Janeiro.

From there her curious, big, black eyes explored deeper into the hallway, into the bowels of the hospital, sprawling building extensions that had grown out of the original building like an ever expanding bee hive or ant hill.

The meeting room was crowded. Young, middle aged, and gray-haired women were crowding in the room. The early-comers had snatched up the ten upholstered chairs. The next group of arrivals had laid claim to the spots of bare wall to have at least something to lean against for comfort. The young twenty year olds had shamelessly sat down on the floor with their hip little purses next to them. The old women were standing in the middle of the room with a serious stare.

The ceiling had been stripped off the paneling. The power sockets were raw, simply wires sticking out. The flooring had been torn off and roughly piled in the corner. White paint spots were dropped carelessly all over the floor.

A white coat stormed into the room. He had glasses and a balding head. A red stripped tie was a touch of personality. The red was bright, royal suggesting power hunger in the person wearing it.

“Hi, my name is Edgar. I hope you are here to apply for the nurse position. Otherwise, you are in the wrong room. Because we have so many applicants for a single position, we have to make a group interview. I apologize. It is the only way to give everyone a fair shot at the position. We’ll go on a short one hour tour of the facilities. At the end of the tour, we’ll have a written quiz. The top ten scorers will move on to the next round. Let’s take a look at the wonderful facilities.”

The white-coat Edgar stormed in front of them with swift steps. Getting everyone through the door was a slow shuffle. The tension was running high. There were judgmental glances that tried to seize up the competition. There were friendly smiles trying to make friends. There was the awkward tension of nobody talking. And the first person talking would be listened to by over thirty people. There is nothing more awkward than having thirty plus people listen and evaluate the words, “I’m Mary. How are you?” So, she kept her gap shut.

They walked through the lecture halls. They shuffled past the surgery assignment board. They shuffled through the emergency room. They looked at the on-site fitness center for doctors-only. They got to look at the exercise poster in the nurses’ locker room, which was what nurses had to satisfy themselves with.

In a lonely hallway with big windows overlooking the park, a lone bed with a tall man was standing. The man was wheezing. His eyes were wigged out from an internal struggle. Edgar walked by. The nurses walked by. Mary couldn’t contain herself with panic she tried to speak. Her voice had gotten sullen from her mouth being shut so tightly. She struggled to clear her throat. And then it burst out of her as a pitched scream:

“He needs to be intubated or he’ll die.”

“Let’s keep walking and leave the medical care to the hired staff.”

“No, he will die within 60 seconds. The signs are clear. The breathing sound is very distinct. I have intubated before. I was trained in my residency.”

Mary ripped open the medical drawer in the hallway. She rifled through the contents. Adrenalin was pumping in her. She saw an opportunity to stand out among all the nurses. Not many university hospitals taught nurses intubation. She felt the emergency of saving someone’s life.

“Hold on. Hold on. You are not hired just yet. Also, only surgeons are allowed to intubate here.”

“He’ll die. He’ll die,” she screamed. Her hair came undone. Her eyes widened to show the white more prominently. She found the black metal grip to intubate.

Edgar made himself bigger to block her path to the dying patient. He stretched his arms out. The nurses were watching tensely. Some were cautiously drawing back. Some in the back were eagerly pushing forward to get a better look. Yet all the nurses moved very slowly and respectfully.

“You are a thirty million dollar liability lawsuit about to happen. I cannot allow you to cause the hospital that much damage. You are not authorized by hospital policy to perform the restricted procedure that you are proposing. You need to stay down.”

The dying man reached up with his long, skinny arms. He desperately tried to reach for Mary, his only salvation, while he was slowly choking to death. In the life and death struggle, Mary got desperate and tried to physically push her way past Edgar. Edgar pushed her back with one hand and pushed the man back into the bed with his other hand. The man, weakened by the waning oxygen in his blood, tried to crawl toward Mary. Edgar yelled for security.

Two canlı bahis siteleri big, bulky man in security uniform came razing down the long hallway in a full gallop. They were wearing those special security hats. They wrapped their arms around Mary’s bodies. She knocked off one of those hats. Her body was girthing in their full body grip. The dying man slowly faded into a limb ragdoll hanging off the side of the bed.

“Inability to follow chain of command,” said one of the other nurses shaking her head in disbelief.

One of her shoes dropped to the floor from her suspended position above the ground in the hold of the security guards. They carried her down the hallway, down the stairs. One of the young nurse applicants, with the Anime haircut, carried the shoe behind the entourage. They put her down, out in the freezing cold. The motion controlled glass doors swooshed close behind them.

“You are banned from this hospital. If you ever come back, we’ll call the police and charge you with trespassing.”

That night, she was waiting for George to come home. She lay in bed. The images of the day were still keeping her in an emotional state. She paid no mind to the football channel that she had turned on. Her back was resting against the wall. Her hand was neatly on top of the blanket.

George rolled into the room with his parka and boots on. He slumped on the bed on top of the bed sheets face down. The smell of cheap whiskey filled the room.

“I put on the football for you. There is something that happened today that I really need to talk about…”, her voice trailed off as she adjusted from her predetermination to George heavily breathing into the pillow that was covering his face.

For a moment, he lifted his head. “It’s always you. You always have to talk about yourself. You never care for the rough stuff that I go through. And the TV stays on tonight, so that you learn your lesson.” His head fell down again.

“George? Only the strong breathing and snoring responded. She got up and pulled his boots off his feet.

That night, her mind was so awake that she couldn’t drift into sleep. That’s why she heard the apartment door opening. The footsteps closed in on the bedroom. The bedroom door opened. She closed her eyes tightly to a squint. Then, she realized that it must have been the Hungarian boarder and not a thief.

She heard the remote control being lifted off her night stand. The football switched to a channel in a language incomprehensible to her, probably Hungarian. She felt a weight pressing down the mattress at her feet. Strangely, it was the first time in months that she had felt something move her, something touch her. Somehow, her withdrawing deep in her body to appear asleep, yet intently listening to any sensation (sound, movement, and smell), had made her sensitive. It felt like a weight being lifted off her to no longer feel alone.

She felt her feet slightly moving as he shifted his weight to lean forward, backward or deeply inhale. It was some kind of human connection. It was like a touch from childhood, when she had been in the arms of her dad limb, simply feeling his motion as he carried her.

After half hour or so, where she near breathlessly observed him with her non-vision senses, he turned off the TV and put down the remote control on her night stand. The bedroom door closed. His door opened and closed. It was silent.

In that silent, she realized who had turned off the TV the last night, who had eaten half the cake, and who had used her toothpaste. The realization of the unseen, ghost-like boarder going through their things sunk in. Perhaps, another ten minutes replayed all the little details of mundane household interactions with things. She checked for all the little things that had been off and she had discounted.

Then, she got up. She silently walked on soft, bare feet like an Indian into the kitchen. She got a sharpie out of the drawer. She marked every shampoo bottle, mouthwash, and other liquid in the bathroom with a line to indicate the current fluid level. Then, she put the sharpie back and went back to sleep.

The next morning, she got up with the first light. The boarder had already left. She carefully checked each bottle in the bathroom. He had used her shampoo. He had used all of her things. Most surprisingly, he had used also her deodorant. The bottle was moved an inch farther back. He had used her razor for her body hair.

She felt strangely violated and strangely intrigued. There was this man that took an interest in her mundane things. She thought of her deodorant highly. She had spent a whole day canvasing the beauty stores in the neighborhood until she settled on it as the best deodorant available in Conant Gardens. There was nobody whom she could tell about her victory. She always thought that her body cream burned a little bit after the Venus razor. Would he feel the burn as well?

She held the shampoo bottle in her hand. Would it make his hair feel as soft as hers? George used a bar of soap for his hair. She followed the boarder’s traces into the kitchen. There was a spoon of sugar missing. The cereal was opened as well. Apparently, he preferred maple flavor over vanilla flavor.

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My parents are the owners of the most active ranch in Montana. When I turned 18 last year, I was given a career on the ranch as the Assistant Manager so that I can run it when they retire. Part of my duties as the Assistant Manager is to run the ranch when my parents are out of town with the help of our ranch hands and contracted employees. Among those contracted employees is the horse keeper, or stable manager if you prefer. They care for all the horses on the ranch and their stables.

We have the most beautiful land you could ever set your eyes on. Hundreds of green covered hills anywhere you look, and never anyone in sight. We have cattle, horses for the ranch hands, and also rodeo training facilities. It’s more than a man could ever bargain for, and it’s all mine.

One week, not too long ago, my parents had gone to Texas for the annual Ranch Owners of America convention. They were to be gone for five days, so the ranch was all mine. It was Tuesday, and I was having a good day. Everything had worked out smooth for the day. No problems with the cattle, no rodeo riders scheduled for lessons, and the sun was shining down on this seemingly endless land. It was close to sunset, and the ranch hands had finished their duties for the day and were all in the dining hall waiting on their meals and beers. This meant it was time for my final walkabout for the day, as required by my duties.

As I left my office in the main house, I caught a glimpse of the Horse Keeper’s heavy-duty pickup parked near the stables. I was expecting the normal – our fifty year old, gray-headed Horse Keeper with a beer belly. However, he didn’t get out of the truck today – it was a young, athletic built blonde girl about my age.

She had her blonde hair tied in a ponytail and her cute face was covered with lightly colored freckles. Her body was slender but very sexy, her breasts no more than a B cup. The tight jeans she wore accented the curves of her beautiful ass cheeks, with no panty lines that could be seen. She wore on her feet brown working boots. She was about an inch taller than me, but I didn’t care in the least. All in all, she was a hot piece of meat. I knew the man had a daughter, but never would have guessed that I would have the luck of meeting her! I now couldn’t wait to get to the stables on my walkabout.

I went around the main part of the ranch in a rushed frenzy, and probably didn’t do my job very well. It didn’t matter though. Nothing happened, and the day had gone smoothly. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, but was really ten minutes, I arrived at the entrance of the stables. I prepared myself in my mind on my approach…introduction, flirts, etc. What I would find however, I was not prepared for.

This was the time of day that the ranch became still. Everybody was inside having a good time, and usually the only people out this close to sunset are the Horse Keepers. So, it can be understood that one could get away with some things and not be seen nor heard, which I understood completely.

I went through the large wooden door to enter the stable. When you first enter, the line of twenty grand horse stalls, all in front of you, greets you. Past all the stalls, a gate opens out into the pasture. To your left is a tack room where the saddles and bridals are kept. I noticed that all twenty horses were in their proper stall; eating away at the haystacks they had been thrown very recently. I found this odd that all of these horses had been locked in for the night, fed, but the Horse Keeper was nowhere to be seen. That is, until I looked forward, past the stalls.

I saw on the ground where the hinges of the gate that led to the pasture was, a pile of clothing which looked to be the same clothing I had seen on the beautiful blonde earlier, plus some. On top of a shirt and jeans lay a white cotton bra and a white lace thong. My theory about her underwear was true – the bra looked to be of B cup, and her panties were a thong. But where was she?

Then, I noticed after looking at the clothing that the gate was wide open. I looked forward and saw the best site I had ever laid my eyes upon. There, facing the setting sun and the green hills was the girl, entirely naked from head to toe. I first saw her feet, and then slowly followed her long, silky, tanned legs up to her tight, bare ass. Seeing this golden ass made me spring up so hard that I almost broke the zipper on my tight jeans. After staring and drooling at the ass, I continued my way up her back, then to her long, straight, blonde hair which was now let down out of the ponytail. I wanted to fuck her so much, but I didn’t know how she would welcome my unscheduled stop. I was so hard and I hadn’t even seen her front yet.

Then, as I was gaining my confidence to talk to her and show her I was there, she lifted both her arms high in the air and seemed to wave them through the breeze, which meant she was enjoying every bit of her nakedness. This action made me feel a little more comfortable, so I decided to walk illegal bahis up to her very slowly, and very quietly.

I made it past all the stalls, and out the gate, in a reaching distance of her golden ass without her noticing. Her arms still remained in the air, exposing the sides of her golden breasts to me. I wanted her so badly now that I felt like putting my arms under hers and just grabbing onto her breasts and fucking her in the ass, but I held back. I didn’t even realize that I was still clothed.

It was time to speak, and I didn’t know what the outcome of this would be. I bit my lip, closed my eyes, thought, opened my eyes, and said with the most modest tone I could, “you know, I do that sometimes, too. It lets the spirit fly freely.” Immediately she jumped a little, as if to be startled. “Oh,” she quivered, “I didn’t know anyone was there.” Then, to my astonishment, she turned around to face me with a grin and said, “I know. It feels so good to just strip naked in the open air away from it all.” By this time, I’m sure I had a large bulge in my jeans, but I didn’t care. It had gone smoothly, just as my day had. This was going to be good.

I took a moment to savor the beauty of her front side, first looking at her cute little face, and then slowly down her neck, then shoulders, then her beautiful, small breasts. They were the cutest, like her face. They were golden like her ass, and had light freckles just like her face. They were capped off with the brightest pink nipples, just begging to be sucked. They had hardened like my cock when she was startled. After almost drooling on them, I followed down her torso, her golden, skinny belly, then past her waist and down to a clean-shaven plane of skin, then to the juicy, red lips of her wet clit. I felt weak at the knees and almost went down. I wanted her so badly.

“So do you like what you’re staring at?” she responded to my gaze. Trying to remain a gentleman, I looked quickly back up at her face and said, “I wasn’t staring at anything.” “Don’t give me that bullshit,” she said, “you know you want me.” Then, before I could think of anything to say, she grabbed my shirt and pulled me into her body. I could feel her hard nipples rub against my chest through my shirt, and my hard cock poking at her bare pussy through my jeans. “How can you say you weren’t staring at anything while you have that enormous hard-on?” she asked. I blushed, gave in, and said, “just trying to be nice.”

Then, she grinned slyly at my response and said, “you know what would be nice?” “What?” I responded shyly. Then, she put her arms over my shoulders and grabbed the back of my neck with her hands and pulled my head towards hers and whispered, “If you fucked me.” Now my cock was about to grow hands and unzip its way out because it was so hard. Part of me tried to resist at first, trying to pull away from her grip. But, I couldn’t resist and gave in and said, “really? That would be nice. What exactly did you have in mind?”

She laughed with an evil type of laugh and said, “everything!” At that moment, I tossed my hat off into one of the horse stalls and started unbuttoning my shirt. She seemed anxious to fuck me, and I was slow at removing my ten-button shirt. She couldn’t resist her temptation any longer and lunged at me, grabbing the seams of my shirt and ripping it off. Luckily, none of the buttons came off.

When my shirt broke free and fell to the ground, she moved her hands to my chest and started rubbing my nipples with her palms. She then pressed her chest against mine and her soft breasts rubbed all over my chest, her nipples as hard as my cock. She brought her lips to my lips and we kissed a series of sensational kisses, with a very erotic feel. Then her temptation took over again.

Starting at my lips, she began licking me in a wild fashion, soaking every part of my mouth and chin in her saliva. She progressed slowly down my neck, alternating between nibbles and licks. Then, she followed down to my chest, kissing and licking. She then put her warm, moist mouth on my right nipple and began to suck it like it was a tiny cock. My nipples became as hard as hers as she moved to my left nipple, giving it the same treatment. Then, as she had finished lubricating my left nipple with warm spit, she began to look down at the huge bulge in my jeans.

She looked up at me, smiled an evil grin, and looked back down at my bulge. She couldn’t resist! She had to have my cock! She moved her arms down the sides of my body and into my belt buckle, which she did not hesitate to unfasten. After she pulled my belt out of its loops, she grabbed my crotch with her left hand. She began to rub up and down uncontrollably. Finally, she reached back up and unbuttoned my jeans. Then, she reached for my zipper and unzipped my jeans as fast as she could.

This brought my jeans to my ankles and left my cotton boxers exposed with an even larger bulge. She reached up the right leg of my boxers, following my inner leg all the way to my balls. illegal bahis siteleri She massaged them for a while, and then moved up to my rock-hard cock. She began to stroke me immediately as hard and fast as she could. It was so fast and so exhilarating that I felt weak at the knees again and slowly backed into the stall behind me so that I could lean against it.

I managed to pull my legs out of my boots and jeans at my ankles and kicked them aside as she kept stroking me at the same wild speed. I was ready to come, and she could tell. She wasn’t about to let me come in my boxers, so she stopped stroking me and pulled my boxers down. As the waistband passed my cock, it sprung freely forward at her face. She looked impressed at my size and got even more excited. I quickly pulled my boxers the rest of the way off and kicked them aside as well.

After inspecting my cock with her eyes, she put her warm mouth on the head and began to alternate sucking and licking. I was dizzy and about to come, and she could tell. She took her right hand and began pumping the shaft as hard as she had before, this time with the added pleasure of the head being lubricated with her tongue. She seemed to suck and pump in sync.

Then, feeling the high pressure in my cock foretelling my explosion, She removed her hand from the shaft and began to take my cock deeper into her mouth. Her cute freckled face met up with my curly pubic hair, and then backed away to the tip of my cock again. This motion became faster as she sucked harder and produced more saliva all over my cock, making it warm, wet, sensational, and easy to suck for her. I began moving my hips with her sucking motions and was ready to explode.

I felt myself orgasm, but instantly blacked out for a few seconds because it was so great. I’m not sure if I moaned or what, but when I came to, I was still standing and she had the head of my cock at rest in her mouth, pumping at the shaft to get all of the come out of it. I knew that it must have been a lot due to the fact that I blacked out and that after she removed her mouth and hand from my now limp cock, she had her lips closed to hold it all in. Some was protruding out the crack of her lips.

Then, she stood up for me to see her face, and then I saw her tilt her head back and take one large gulp down her throat as my breathing returned to normal. Then, with a little of myself still on her lips, she moved in and kissed me. Her tongue met my tongue and I could taste what I had given her. After this sticky kiss, the sun was showing its last light of the day, so she grabbed my cock like it was a leash and led me into the warm tack room. She turned on the light and locked the door behind us.

I was so weak and so adrenaline-pumped that I needed to sit, so I sat on the floor. Then, she sat down in front of me, looked me in the eyes and said, “You taste so good. Do you want to taste me?” Immediately following what she said, she laid down on her back, her body entirely parallel with the floor. Then, she put her legs on my shoulders, exposing her open, juicy pussy to me. I didn’t even bother to answer the question, as she already knew what the answer was just by watching me drool over the sight of her tight clit.

I obediently followed her legs to her open door and began to rub it gently with one of my fingers. She went from looking at me to just looking upwards as if she enjoyed it immensely. Then, as the juices began to flow even more, I stuck my now wet finger into her clit. It even seemed to be tight with just the one finger. It was so juicy, so wet; that I began to pump her pussy with my finger, in and out, just like it was a cock. Speaking of my cock, I had noticed that it had recovered fine because I was already halfway hard again.

As I continued this pumping stimulation, she began to moan a little. I noticed that her eyes were closed as she enjoyed it like it was a day on the beach. I took this moan as a welcome invitation to experiment further, so I stuck my middle finger in as well. Her clit was very tight around the two fingers, and I began to finger her insides like I was tickling them. She twitched a little at this motion, but also started moving her hips in sync to the movement of my fingers. Her moaning became a little louder, as well.

After a few minutes of this mild pleasing, my cock was hard again and I wanted a taste of that snatch. I kept my fingers in with the same motion, then moved my body around so that I could get my tongue on her vertical smile. I ended up flat on my stomach, my cock stuffed between my body and the cold, wood floor, but I didn’t care. As my fingers kept moving, she kept moaning, and my tongue finally began to run up and down the folds of her pussy. She began to moan my name in excitement, and her breathing rate had increased rapidly.

After getting a good taste of her sweet, fragrant juices, I pulled my fingers out and put my hand under my body and began to stroke my cock. I pushed my tongue into her wet pussy canlı bahis siteleri with ease, my saliva mixing with her fluids. I moved my tongue all over the place in her, and after a few minutes was screaming my name and yelling, “I’m going to come! Oh yeah, I’m gonna come!” Her body was tense and her clit wrapped tensely in pleasure around my tongue. She moved her hips with the motion of my tongue, and I could taste all of her juices flowing around it.

Then, she let out a loud scream and her come flowed all over my tongue, then out her opening into my mouth. Loads of it flowed into my mouth and I soon couldn’t hold anymore. I pulled my tongue out and my mouth away, still filled with her hot come. I quickly replaced my tongue with a finger from my cock and fingered her rapidly, causing her to scream even more, dispensing even more come. It continued to flood my hand and then onto the floor. Finally, after about two full minutes, her breathing returned to normal and the come stopped flowing.

With my mouth still full of her woman juice, I moved my head up to show her as I swallowed her load. Then, with a lot of it left on my lips, I put my body over hers and began to lick her breasts all over. My cock was rock-hard once again and she could feel it tapping against the inner part of her leg. As I kept licking her breasts, she reached for my cock and began to stroke it slowly. After her breasts could hold no more saliva, I knew it was time for fucking.

I sat back up off of her chest and smiled as she guided my cock into her pussy. She was still wet and sticky from her orgasm earlier and had no problem lubricating my cock on her pussy lips, along with my pre come. It slid in with ease, even as tight as she was. I went in as deep as I could and noticed her face. She looked as if she was being tickled from the inside.

I backed out slowly until only the folds of her clit covered my tip, and then slowly back in again. I continued this slow motion for a few minutes, which pleasured both of us. She had begun to moan again, and I could feel my cock was as wet as could be. I began to pump her harder and faster, which she moaned to as if in pain. It wasn’t too long before she had started screaming my name again, and moaning sentences of extreme pleasure. I felt like I was going to explode again, but couldn’t I last a little longer?

I was now pumping her as fast as I could guide my cock in and out and she was helping in sync with her hips. Sweat was pouring out both of our bodies, and both of us were moaning the other’s name. Then, my cock tensed up and I was ready to cream another load. However, she was too.

She could feel that I was about to burst, and I also knew she was about to as well. She smiled at me in-between her moans and said, “Come in my pussy!” Then, she shot a loud yell at the top of her lungs in extreme pleasure, and I had to do it. After hearing her roar of pleasure, I couldn’t hold on any longer. I filled her up with my man juices, and as my fluids flowed from my cock to her hole, I felt it get warmer and juicer. She was coming while I was.

This made my orgasm even more intense, and after nearly thirty seconds of shooting my stream of come into her, I was dry, but I felt come still flowing, for she was still coming, screaming painful screams at the top of her lungs. Finally, after I had gone completely limp, I felt her stop flowing and her breathing returned to normal.

I began to pull my cock out, but she grabbed my wrist and whispered, “Leave it in.” So, both of us exhausted, sweating profusely, I laid down on her body, nipples pressed against nipples and my cock still in her warm vagina. I began kissing her succulent lips as we both drifted into a resting state. After a few minutes of this, she reached down, pulled my cock out of her, and stood up. I followed her motion and stood up as well. Then, she shut the light off, opened the door, grabbed my cock leash again, and led me back into the pasture, which was now smothered by a romantic moonlight.

She let go of my limp and sore cock and laid down on the green, soft, grassy ground. I lay down next to her and we just stared at the stars for a while, talking as if we were just friends around a campfire. After what seemed another eternity, she looked over at my limp cock and said, “Does it hurt?” I looked at her in the eyes and told her, “Yeah, but no more than masturbation.”

She began to giggle at my answer, then, seeming to get an idea, her eyes lit up like fire. “Like masturbation, eh?” she asked curiously. Then, she crawled on her knees and repositioned herself in front of my body, her face right next to my cock. She now lie on her stomach. Thinking about the question she had asked me got me curious as well, and my cock went from limp to half hard.

All of a sudden, she asked, “You mean, like this?” Then she began stroking my cock again, but in a slow, deep pattern. I just smiled as my cock became a stone again and said, “Yep. Just like that.” She continued stroking me in the same, long, slow pattern for about five minutes when, although sore, I became ready to squirt another load. She saw my cock tense up to prepare for launch, so she kept stroking as she adjusted herself so that her chest hovered over my cock.

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