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Fantasy, Reality and Intimate Love Pt. 01

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Chapter 1

“Make love to me,” Beth instructed Allan as his tongue expertly explored her most personal parts. She always loved Allan’s cunnilingus and he had special ways of arousing her. He’d earlier aroused her by a slow gentle massage with some aromatherapy oils of Clary Sage and Ylang Ylang and some music on in the back ground. Allan crawled up her body and leaned forward, kissing her gently. Beth responded, her tongue searching for his, tasting her own juices on his tongue as they kissed. She needed his cock and she reached down between their bodies, her hand in search of his healthy seven and a half inches, guiding it into her warm, wet and welcoming pussy, sighing deeply as Allan entered her. They both groaned as the mutual pleasure raised their pulse rates, their heart beats racing faster than Jenson Button. Allan smiled to himself as the simile brought images of formula one racing cars and he wondered if he’d discovered a new meaning for pole position!

Beth, blissfully unaware of Allan’s mental visions, was getting off on his pole inside her as his thrusting movements became more accentuated, starting slow but building pace. Their tongues remained entwined as she thrust her hips back into his, digging her heels into Allan’s buttocks, forcing him deeper into her. They’d been married for a couple of years now, having been together for more than 5 years and they both enjoyed a full and satisfying sex life. Beth had dated guys before she’d met Allan but other than kissing and petting, she’d never gone all the way with anyone other than Allan. He was all she needed, all she wanted and she was deeply in love with the man. He was good looking, stood 6’1″ and was fit in more than one way. Sure, he was a regular down the gym but he was also very attractive and she found it easy to be turned on by this good looking hunk. He wasn’t just looks, either, his education had enabled him to acquire a well paid job and they enjoyed a good standard of living, their joint incomes resulted in sufficient surplus income to spend on luxuries such as good holidays. And on top of all this, Allan knew which buttons of hers to press to turn her on.

She disengaged from their kiss.

“I love you” she whispered as she felt the first wave of orgasm approached. Beth tensed her pelvic muscles, making her pussy tighter, accentuating Allan’s pleasure as well as her own. Their breathing became more laboured as they rocketed towards their climaxes, Allan’s forehead perspiring despite his obvious fitness level. Beth looked up at her husband and lover and, in one final burst of passion, she thrust herself into his hips with such force, she felt his balls slap against her buttocks, the slapping sound louder than their passionate breathing. She arched her back as her body went into an uncontrollable spasm, her breathing suspended temporarily as her body reached orgasm, swiftly followed by a second, the process sending Allan into orgasm as well, thrusting himself deep into her and holding himself in place as he ejaculated into his wife, filling her pussy with his sweet sticky cum.

They lay together, their bodies still joined at the hips as they fought to regain their breath, Allan supporting his weight with one arm, the other gently stroking Beth’s long dark hair. God, she was horny he thought to himself. Her 34-24-34 body on a 5’7″ frame gave her ample curves and sufficient height to turn any guy’s head. She was definitely attractive and always received a lot of attention, not all of it unpleasant. She knew how to look good and she enjoyed having the power to turn guys on, to make men want her, to feel aroused just by her looks. By the same token, she was a one man woman and that man was Allan. She’d fancied him from the very start when they met when she was a sweet and tender 18 year old virgin. She’d given herself to Allan and, since then, she’d wanted no-one else and doubted that she ever would.

Allan had had a few girlfriends before he’d met Beth but he was totally smitten with her. At first, he thought it was just an infatuation but it slowly became apparent that they had mutual feelings and 3 years later, they married.

Beth was used to receiving attention and loved to flirt a little but nothing more than a bit of harmless fun. She was used to being asked out and chatted up at work, at clubs or even just out shopping with girl friends. But since she met Allan, she was completely content as, indeed, was Allan.

Later that evening, they had gone out to a club and Allan had queued up at the bar to get some drinks. He’d watched Beth from a distance being chatted up by total strangers and, at first, it had made Allan’s blood boil. She was his woman, get your filthy hands off, he’d thought to himself. Then he’d noticed he had gone rock hard in his trousers whilst merely watching them. How could this be? He wondered how it were possible for him to get aroused thinking about the love of his life, his woman, his betrothed being chatted up by a total stranger. Was this normal? Alanya Sarışın Escort

“Silly arse” he whispered to himself as he thought the consequences through. All that was happening was that some guy was chatting to his wife, he wasn’t cuddling her, kissing her, groping her or, worse still, making love to her. So what was the problem? The problem was the more he thought about the consequences, the harder his cock got.

“Yes, mate” the barman said, shaking Allan out of his day dream. Allan ordered the Vodka and Red Bull’s and returned to the table. Allan was introduced to the strangers as Beth’s “Husband” and as he stood at an intimidating 6’1″ and well toned, the strangers made brief polite conversation before making their excuses and leaving them in peace. Beth smiled and Allan smiled back. His eyes, however, gave him away.

“What’s up with you?” Beth queried. Allan smiled more, his eyes misting over with the start of some perverted thoughts.

“Oh, nothing” he lied. Beth cocked her head to one said and gave him that “Don’t lie to me” look that she had.

“Well……” Allan began, “…I’ll tell you when we get home” he said, hoping to distract her with a dance.

“No. Come on. Tell me” she persevered. Beth was a very strong willed woman. Allan sighed. How could he tell his wife that he was turned on thinking about her in the arms of another guy. She’d lamp him one, he was sure of it.

“You ever heard of Prurient?” he said, outright. He hoped she was unaware of the phrase. So far, luck was with him as Beth shook her head. Beth wondered if it were an insurance company. In fairness, Allan had only become aware of the phrase recently when a work colleague introduced him to the concept. The colleague had told Allan about a prurient club where members, all couples, indulged in what was known as soft swing.

“You know what swinging is?” he probed further. Again, Beth shook her head.

“Is it something that monkeys do on trees?” she said, half seriously, half tongue in cheek. Allan grimaced. She was in one of those moods, was she? Beth took a sip of her drink.

“Swinging is a term used for……” he felt very self conscious that this could ruin a great relationship and physically prepared himself for a slapped face “……wife swapping” he said, reaching for his own drink and holding it to his lips, partly for protection but mostly to hide his face from hers as be blushed. “Soft swing is where you entertain…another partner……whilst your own partner watches……but only with your hands……oh, or your mouth” he stammered his way through the brief description.

“What are you saying” Beth said, her voice intimating. Beth was not enjoying what she was hearing.

“Only to play out at home” he replied meekly. “As a fantasy, you know” he winked at her, taking a big sip of his drink. Allan knew he was not alone in his thoughts, the quantity of websites obviously had sufficient subscribers to make it worth their while. Allan was still uncertain why he was so aroused by such thoughts. After all, he’d kill anyone who tried to harm Beth. But what if the stranger meant her no harm at all, only pleasure. Didn’t he love her enough to want her to have pleasure? Of course he loves her enough. But to imagine some stranger pawing at his wife’s gorgeous breasts, the breasts he himself found much pleasure in caressing, kissing, nibbling, sucking……he noticed himself getting hard again.

“Why?” Beth’s question broke his train of thought. “I thought we had plenty of fun in the bedroom area” she said, her hand slipping under the table and stroking his thigh, noticing his already firm bulge in his Levi’s.

“Yeah. Well, it was just a thought” he said, taking another large swig from his vodka glass.

“I couldn’t bear to think of you with……another woman” Beth said, her words carefully pronounced. Allan knew she was going to say something less polite like “Some old trollop” or “Slapper” or something.

“But we’ve played out fantasies before” he said, bravely trying to defend his honour. Beth stopped in her tracks. It was true, they had acted out fantasies before. Not often, mind you, but enough for a bit of variety. Dressing up seemed pointless when shortly after beginning, it would all be removed again, she had thought to her self. But she was also aware that keeping her man happy in the bedroom would make him less likely to stray. And, according to an article in a woman’s magazine, variety was the spice of life as sex could get a bit boring.

“How do you plan to do that then?” she asked cautiously. Allan put his drink down. Could she be warming to the idea. ‘Best not rush it, take it step at a time’ Allan thought to himself.

“Oh, you know……” Allan said nonchalantly. Beth looked at him carefully.

“Tell me” she ordered.

“Well. Just pretend I’m someone different” he said. She blinked.

“Is that it?”

“Initially, yeah!”

“What do you Alanya Şişman Escort mean initially?” she enquired cagily, her face showing some apprehension.

“To begin with” he replied.

“Thanks for being a thesaurus!” Beth said icily, “I meant, how do you plan this to develop?”

“Beth, I watched you being chatted up by those geeks earlier and you’ve just felt my crotch. I’m rock hard, sweet heart. I don’t know why, but it turned me on. Maybe, if we tried acting out the scenario in the bedroom, it might add a bit of spice to our sex lives”.

“Spice?” Beth retorted. “We’ve made love in every room in the house including he garden shed, much to the amusement of the neighbours. We’ve done it in the car, in the cinema, in the swimming pool changing rooms, we’ve made love in the park, on a boat and on a hotel balcony. How much more sodding spice do you need?”

Allan looked shocked.

“I though you liked it” he uttered, looking deep into the amber glow of his drinks glass as though it were a crystal ball, looking for some image or sign that would give him some answers.

There was a short pause.

“Well, I do like it” Beth responded. There was a short pause. “But this is a bit different. It’s perverted” she continued.

“No less perverted than making love in a public place” he said, his eyes never leaving his vodka Red Bull. Another silent pause ensued. “Anyway, it would always be you with another, not me with another”. There was another short awkward pause in conversation.

“Just in the bedroom?” she replied, her hand stroking his thigh again. He looked up at her sexy brown eyes. God she was horny. He nodded in agreement as he spoke.

“Yes”. Beth smiled, her hand reaching the thick denim clad rod that was pressed against his leg. She could almost feel his pulse in his cock through the thick material of his jeans and she imagined the tip of his erection covered in pre-cum, she could almost taste it.

“Then take me, stranger, to your bed and have your wicked way with me” she said, her cute smile showed just a glimmer of impishness, she was warming to the idea of a bit of naughty-ness in their love making. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead before moving his lips down to find her freshly glossed lips. She placed a finger on his lips before he could insert his tongue.

“Not so fast, stranger. Buy me some more drinks and get me pissed, stranger. I don’t come cheap” she said, her mood changing to be a little slutty especially for Allan.

“OK, miss” he said, playing along with the game.

“And don’t disappoint me” she said, licking her lips seductively and staring straight at Allan’s groin. “I only like BIG BOYS” she said, the words leaving her lips in her sexiest voice, the type you might expect from a premium rate phone number. Allan pondered on how well she might do as an operator on an 0898 number.

“So you’d like a large one, then?” he asked on purpose, knowing Beth would easily interpret his double entendre.

“You betcha” she replied. “Oh, and while you’re at it, I’ll have a drink as well!”

Allan grinned at her mirth.

Chapter 2

Allan laid Beth on the bed, their breaths full of alcohol vapour, their kissing passionate and hungry. Tongues wrapped themselves around each other in much the same way as their arms did, hands over each others hot bodies, touching, caressing, teasing each others skin, stroking, massaging, arousing.

Allan disengaged his mouth from Beth’s, their breathing deep and erotic. The shadows from the romantic candles danced on the ceiling, adding to the atmosphere, the gentle back ground music and the smell of each other’s cologne and perfume awakening all the senses.

Beth went to speak but Allan placed his finger on his own lip as if to shush her. He leaned forward and nibbled her ear lobe and Beth responded, wrapping her long legs around his well toned hips.

“Tell me about this stranger” he urged her, his speech little more than a whisper.

“Well, he’d be about your height…..” she began, kissing him with each piece of information, “maybe with blond hair and possibly a tattoo on his shoulders” she continued. Allan became more intrigued.

“What else?” he whispered.

“He’d have lots of chest hair so I could feel my breasts being aroused as we made love…” she said, her breathing becoming more laboured as the visualisation manifested itself in her own mind, “…and pearly white teeth. Maybe he’d speak with an Australian accent……” she continued and Allan’s mind spun every bit as much as hers must have done. She was really living the dream and Allan couldn’t wait to fuck her.

“…….and he’d have a big erection, lots of pubic hair which would rub against my clit as we made love……” Allan noticed she always referred to sex as making love.

“……and big balls that slapped against my bottom. He’d gently caress my breasts with his big muscular hands and I’d have to brush Alanya Sınırsız Escort his hair out of his eyes as we made out”.

Allan could hardly believe his ears. His mind conjured up an image of the Australian cricketer, Brett Lee, with a bit more muscle and height.

“What would you do to him?” Allan asked. Beth closed her eyes, as though she was loosing herself in her own imagination.

“We’d enjoy a few drinks and chat a little. I’d flirt with him and maybe stroke his chest to see just how much chest hair he had. Then, I’d let him kiss me. He’d have to make the first move, you understand” she said, her eyes opening momentarily as she spoke. She disappeared back in to her own little world again.

“I’d suck his tongue whilst he fondled my breasts, I’d let him unclip my bra before taking my top off so as I lifted my arms, he pulled off my top and bra at the same time” she said. Her breathing remained laboured as she laid back on the bed, her arms above her head as though she wanted Allan to caress her breasts as she spoke. Allan reached out for her ample tits and gently cupped them with both hands and Beth squirmed slowly in delight. Beneath the material of her clothing, he could feel her nipples pert and erect, pressing against the tight material, wanting to be liberated and open to the atmosphere. Allan lifted her top over her slim tummy and she sat up enough for Allan to reach behind her and unclip her bra, as she had described a few moments earlier, before removing the offending articles over her head. She collapsed back on the bed and Allan once again reached for her tits.

“Then what” Allan asked, trying to impersonate an Australian accent.

“I’d let the guy fondle my breasts and suck on them, one at a time, each nipple getting the same amount of attention” she whispered. Allan responded, following her description, his tongue and lips licking and sucking at her nipples, the saliva glistening in the candle light.

“Then, I’d reach for his belt” she said, her arms reaching out for Allan’s belt and unbuckling him. She unclipped the button on his jeans and unzipped him.

“Then I’d tell the guy to undress for me so I can see how much he is turned on by me” she said, opening her eyes and sitting up slightly, supporting her self on her elbows. Allan stood and removed his jeans then, slowly and provocatively, he began to lower his boxers. His seven and a half inches stood proud and he so much wanted to fuck his wife but Allan wanted the fantasy to last. She sat up some more and reached out for Allan’s erect penis and gently ran her hands down the shaft, her mouth merely centimetres away from the tip, her warm breath gently huffing on his hard moist erection. She teased Allan a little, allowing her long dark hair to fall against his sensitive penis-head, the tingling sending tremors of delight up Allan’s spine.

“Then I’d sit him down…” she continued, rolling off the bed so she was squatted in front of him, “…then I’d do this.” Beth held his shaft with one hand and placed her mouth at the base of his cock where his scrotum met the penis, her tongue extended and began to lick the sensitive piece of skin. Allan laid back in ecstasy as his wife butterfly flicked his scrotum. He murmured gently.

“You like?” she asked in between flicks of her tongue.

“Mmm” Allan responded. He was ready to explode but he wanted to cum in her pussy, not on the bed sheets.

As if reading his mind, Bethany continued. “Then I’d do this” she whispered, her voice going as low and seductive as her laboured breathing would allow. She stood and unzipped her short skirt, allowing it to fall to the floor, then hooking her thumbs through the elastic of her panties, she slowly lowered her briefs, revealing inch by inch, more of her pussy until all was in full view. She stepped out of her underwear and knelt on the bed, manoeuvring her way up to Allan’s shoulders before straddling his neck, a knee by each of his ears before she lowered her self on to his waiting mouth.

Allan poked his tongue out to meet her soaking wet pussy as her labia met with his lips, her dark pubic hair against his face. Allan adjusted himself so he could breathe through his nose as his tongue lapped eagerly at her moist love lips. Beth squirmed and moaned in delight as his tongue probed at her labia, his lips and tongue nibbling at her clitoris, making her squirm even more. Allan reached up and felt one of her breasts, gently caressing her, feeling her erect nipple against the fleshy part of his fingers. Beth responded, writhing on Allan’s face as he turned her on. Unable to take any more, she took control.

“Make love to me” she commanded, dismounting from Allan’s face and wriggling down his body until she was over his groin. She grabbed his erection with her hand and directed herself towards it, wanking him slowly in the process. Allan groaned in pleasure. He felt her warmness as she lowered herself onto him, impaling herself on his dick.

“Mmm” Allan murmured as he entered her, his eyes half open as he used his other senses to enjoy the experience.

“Fuck me” she said and Allan open his eyes sharply. Beth was not usually this coarse when they had sex.

“Pardon?”

“I said Fuck me” she repeated. Allan was turned on even more by her dirty talk.

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Feelings Ch. 02

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… I turned to my side as my right breast fell on my left and I involuntarily gasped as I felt his hands gripping around my naked body resting it over my breasts while his fingers rested on my collar bone.

I tried not to move, not to disturb, but a sudden adrenaline rush made me stretch my legs pushing my body up ahead, as his fingers went floating on my breast which was now an ocean of sweat, it moved down quick and reached my pelvic and before I could get my body back to his crotch he already had separated my legs.

His left hand under me was still playing with my breasts; the tender nipples were erect as he curled his nail lightly scratching the tip of my breast.

Moving my hair away, digging his face he placed a kiss on my cheek moving to my jawline until he reached my neck. He bit down just enough to make me feel the warmth of his breathing as he sucked on my neck and left a print of saliva on it.

My back was searching for rest, filled with open-ended veins was thirsty for something I couldn’t name and suddenly I felt as if I said it out loud because the next thing I could feel was his lips pressing against my back. Slow mellow kisses rhyming with his hands caressing my breast were making a synced music that was soothing to feel on my own body.

My separated right leg rested on his body over his naked legs, I am not even sure when he got those black chinos he was wearing off, and I didn’t care enough till something poke me.

This was the first time I had ever felt that between against legs be it his or someone else’s, I was scared as he slowly rested it against my ass but I couldn’t even wait to have it inside me. He kept on sliding it up and down on my ass making me breathe Alanya Zenci Escort heavily again.

But my body couldn’t yet overcome the feelings his lips and his thick beard on my back and the feelings all around my body, I couldn’t help but twitch and curl my toes close to break them. I gripped the side of the bed with my sharp nails.

He moved down with a trail of kisses and reached the center of my back and placed a light kiss before he pushed in himself between my legs, he wasn’t in yet, he was rubbing himself between my legs, the touch itself made me jump on my place with a sudden gasp, I could feel his lips smirk on my back.

I gulped down with my eyes close exhaling my satisfaction as he had now started moving his body rubbing himself on me. That feeling was electrifying with every forward push of his I could feel a shiver run from my lower spine to the temple of my body making me push my back.

I was now craving, craving to feel it inside me, the walls were shrinking and expanding with every rub of his and were crying for it, and I couldn’t help it but whisper in my tired erotic voice “do it, do it already”.

He suddenly stopped, he stopped and he knew this was coming, he planted the last kiss on the curve of my body close to my tummy as he stood on his knees departing his legs he looked at me, I couldn’t help but blush badly, he smiled and got his body closer to me.

The closer it got the higher got the heat, I could feel it before it even had touched my body or me. Then he gently touched the tip of it and I inhaled heavily as he slowly pushed it in, only the tip was in and I could feel it against the walls inside me, the curves molded with the shape Alanya Manken Escort of it, I could feel his skin moving back as he got in.

He slowly took it out and pushed it forward in, my lungs were overflowing and my chest rose in the air accepting him in me.

I couldn’t believe we were doing it, he gently kept on moving it, I could feel the water inside me rising, with my increased breathing, but I wasn’t the only one moaning, I looked at him, his eyes were closed and he was inhaling smoothly from his nose, as he let out light moans, he looked beautiful with the moon light reflecting on his beard.

I closed my eyes to feel the hot flames in my body; I could feel those in the chest, my palm, my legs, and the fingers all curled and wanting to twist. With the increase in speed the echo in the room of our panting and the bodies hitting increased, I could feel my veins popping out from my neck as I pushed my head back in the soft pillow with my mouth wide open and eyes rolled up.

My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and I could feel my body going weak as he kept on pushing it in and suddenly he pushed it in except deeper this time, my eyes rolled to the back of my head as my body started to shake and shiver with him dug deep inside me. I instructively pushed myself back trying to get away but he had me held from around my legs.

My hands stretched out to wrap around his neck, I pulled him close till his face was buried in my neck. He kept on moving his ass back and forth to make me cry in the pleasure of this pain. Suddenly releasing the hold of my legs he pushed his hands underneath my back and penetrated with all the love he had, my lower body raised Alanya Anal Escort slightly off the mattress made him hit a spot which made me throw my hands on bed as I pushed my lower body up pushing it on him shouting on the top of my voice “Yes don’t stop”.

He continued at the same pace which was fast enough to keep me shivering as I kept on shouting my vocal cords out with my hands gripping the bed sheets and my body raised on his pushing so heavily that my breast kept on dancing.

He then gripping my body from my ass pushed in deeper and his body went shivering as he made his way inside me, the walls squeezing around him, I could feel the thickness and the length deep inside as my eyes went open wide and I kept on shouting “Yes, Yes, Yes”.

I could feel my juices gushing around him inside me; I was about to burst out as if I was holding a bomb inside me. I shouted on the top of my voice “Fuck” as the bubble burst open with all the juices pushing out, making my hip to push up enough to get my back curled as I fell on my left shivering and shaking heavily with my lungs crying of air, panting and struggling, I could hear him shouting “Fuck as well” as he had pulled out and splattered loads on my body.

My body was the most tender thing the heat waves left my body, I heard him fell beside me panting equally heavily.

Suddenly the room had gone hotter, filled with our heavy panting, stinking with our sweat.

Once I was cooled down I turned myself to him and looked at him while his eyes were closed and his chest moved up and down, I later my head on his chest and kissed his brown nipple, stretching my hand around his chest.

I felt a kiss on the forehead as I was stretching leg over him, the stretch made my inner sore legs stretch making leave out a light moan, placing it on his stomach I could feel it dripping.

Closing my eyes I slept the best sleep on my life while the patch of blood on the bed sheet showed the maturity, pain, and pleasure I had gained.

THE END

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My Son, My Lover

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First we rented a lovely apartment, so we could get our jobs going, and look for a house. We found the perfect house about three weeks ago, and closed on it yesterday. It sits at the end of a cul-de-sac. A large privacy fence surrounds the backyard and in-ground swimming pool. The lot is large, and there lots of trees and flowering shrubs. The house has four bedrooms, three and a half baths, and a gorgeous family room.

We’ll move in on Monday. We celebrated by making our favorite dinner at home; big thick steaks marinated in a wine and spice mixture of my own creation, fat hot baked potatoes, a crisp Italian salad with a sharp but sweet vinaigrette, and a good red wine. And after dinner, of course, we had sex on the sofa before the fireplace. Afterwards, he carried me to the bedroom, where we made love again. Slowly this time, deliberately, and ultimately satisfying. I heard him murmur, “I love you so,” as we both drifted into a satiated sleep.

* * *

Four years earlier, I was a struggling single mom. My husband had died just two years before of a sudden unexpected heart attack. One of those things, I guess, as he had been a health nut before he married me, and had jogged and pushed-up and sat-up and was as robust a man as you could imagine. At his death, his weight was the same as the year he had graduated college. His body was firm and strong, and oh how I did enjoy his body. He was a wonderful lover. His hands were strong and confident. His lips were sweet and playful. In bed, he was inventive, considerate, and enthusiastic.

I shared his enthusiasm. He had liberated my libido after our marriage. I had been raised in a rather repressive household. My mother had told me sex was the woman’s duty, and the way she phrased it, not a pleasant one. It made babies, and kept the man happy. A woman needed to submit and endure. If Mother had ever enjoyed sex, she never let on.

But I found out soon that pleasing my husband pleased me in ways I had never dreamed existed. And the more I enjoyed it, the more he enjoyed it. He had to convince me that he loved kissing and licking me “down there”, as I would put it blushing. And the more I loved him doing so, my back arching in orgasmic convulsions, the more he would spur me on to climax after climax. And then he would mount me, and his manhood would fill me. He would be atop me, his weight pleasantly pressing down on me, as he entered me, took me, and raised me to heights of passion I’d never experienced. He’d encourage me, whispering words of passion, of love, of heated lust that made me desire him more and more. And then his face would twist, and I would feel him release inside me, filling me with his strong liquid heat again and again and again.

Or I would please him with my mouth. How I loved the feel of his hardness between my lips. I loved how the thick vein running the length of his manhood would throb against my tongue. I found his scent of arousal irresistible and the taste of his essences intoxicating. Sometimes, he would spend his passion in my mouth, and I would swallow him happily, loving the thick viscous feel, the strong musky taste. His pleasurable groans were music to me, making me even more passionate towards him. He’d gently hold my head, moving his hips slowly (or quickly, as the mood struck us), and his voice, husky with desire and breathless with his need, would encourage me and say slightly naughty things that fired my imagination and stimulated me even more.

The way we loved was by turns fierce, passionate and desperate or slow, soft and deliberate. Just over a year after our marriage, I discovered I was pregnant. He was thrilled, and spoiled me terribly during the pregnancy. For hours he would massage my swollen feet. He’d carefully rub warm oil over my swelling breasts and turgid rounding belly. Smiling gently, as his hands soothed and caressed my flesh, he would tell me how lovely I was even though I ballooned to the size of a cow. When I began to lactate, he’d carefully suckle my tender nipples, teasing me about how he was testing for flavor and butterfat content.

Our son was born on during a blustery night in December, two weeks before Christmas. The air was bitingly cold, laced with sharp darts of sleet. He was calm as he negotiated the icy roads to the hospital, and stayed with me during delivery. His voice always calm, encouraging, loving, and soothing. Some hours later, I was holding a tiny thing that bawled indignantly, and he was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I put him to my breast, and the loud howls ceased as he took his first nourishment from my living body.

My husband’s face glowed as he looked down on us.

Those were the good years. Christmases, with us both laughing in exhaustion as we tried to assemble tricycles, air-hockey games, or electric trains. Saturday mornings, when I’d come downstairs and find them both asleep on the sofa, the baby on my husband’s belly safely enfolded in his father’s strong arms. When he wasn’t working, Alanya Yabancı Escort and he’d see me nursing the baby, he’d kneel by my rocker and watch intently as the baby fed at my breast. He’d tell me how much he loved me, and we’d often make love as soon as I’d put the baby down.

Little League, Father and Son fishing trips, training-wheels, Cub Scouts, PTA meetings, all came and went. My son grew up under his father’s firm but loving hand into a handsome young man. I adored them both, and was loved unreservedly in return. Soon came high school, girls, and cars though not necessarily in that order.

James, my son, was a good student. Well behaved, smart, polite, and athletic like his father, James was popular with his classmates, his teachers and his coaches. He was a star fullback, ran track, and played catcher for his high school teams, lettering in all of them. Girls were drawn to him like moths to a flame. He dated more than a few, but none seemed to catch and hold his interest for very long. He graduated third in his class, and had a variety of both academic and athletic scholarships to choose from.

After Graduation, James and his dad would spend hours pouring over catalogues and recruiting letters. We took weekend trips to several schools where James was courted like a visiting prince, and my husband and I were assured of how well James would be treated. We all three discussed the pros and cons of various colleges and universities, but we let James know it was ultimately his decision.

Then, on that terrible day in June, six months to the day after James’ nineteenth birthday, our world collapsed.

My husband had gone jogging that morning. I didn’t accompany him that morning as I usually did. I don’t remember why now. Something silly I suppose, like a shopping trip with a friend, or some other silly errand. In any case, I was emptying the dishwasher when he returned from his run. He seemed unusually winded, but happy. I teased him that he wasn’t in his twenties any more, and that fifty was closer to him that forty now (he was 49 and I was five years younger).

He laughed, and hugged me tightly with a deep kiss that I returned. I loved him hot and sweaty. He said he was going to take a quick shower, and asked mischievously if I wanted to join him. I pushed him away laughing, and said I’d be up in a minute. James was out of the house, working at the summer job he’d acquired in order to earn pocket money for school in the fall.

He tickled me, and headed up the stairs, winking at me over his shoulder. “I’ll keep the water hot, sweet-cheeks,” he said ginning over his shoulder. “Just don’t keep me waiting too long.”

I stuck my tongue out at him, and laughed. I finished putting the dishes away, and hurried up the stairs. I giggled as I pulled my tee over my head, and unhooked my bra. Showering together was wet, sloppy fun. I peeled my shorts and panties off, and went to the door of our bathroom. I pulled the shower curtain aside, grinning.

He was leaning against the shower wall, his face ashen. His left hand had balled into a tight fist, and his right hand was clutching his chest. He looked at me, his eyes bright with agony. “Call,” he croaked. “Call—“

His eyes rolled upwards, and he slid down the wall, the water spraying his magnificent body, to an ugly sitting position.

I screamed and tried to get him up. He was unresponsive. I ran to the bedside phone and dialed 911. They responded within minutes, although it seemed an eternity. I was holding him, still nude when the paramedics arrived. Gently, they pried me away, and someone considerately draped a robe around me.

They did everything they could, and did their best to reassure me. Even so, he was pronounced dead on arrival at the hospital. I was hysterical. I couldn’t comprehend that the vital man I adored and loved was gone. Eventually they gave me a sedative, and I was unconscious when James arrived at the hospital.

James handled almost everything. The funeral, the crushingly empty days that followed, I moved through like a wan phantom, neither seeing nor comprehending the loss that had befallen me. My sister and her husband came to say with me for awhile, and I was grateful. My brother-in-law and James filed the will for probate, and handled the settling of the estate. My husband had a good job, and had provided well for James and me. The mortgage on the house was paid off, a trust fund for James had been set up, and I would have a steady income from our investments for quite some time to come. I’d have to continue working, but if James and I were not rich, we weren’t destitute either.

That summer passed me by. Dazed and grieving, I didn’t know what to do with myself. James was frantic. It wasn’t fair. I suppose if I’d had other children, I might have snapped out of it sooner. However, a cyst on my ovaries became malignant. I had lost the capacity to bear more children not long after James had been Alanya Yaşlı Escort born. So it was he and I, now.

Just James and me.

That summer finally began to draw to a close. James wished to withdraw his application to the large university he had elected on, and apply to the local state college instead. I think that’s what snapped me out of my grief. We quarreled about it, but I finally convinced him to go on with his plans. James’s trust fund, his scholarship, and the money he’d earned would safely see him through college. There was no need to change his plans now.

I had gotten a job, a good one. I would be busy. I saw him off at the airport, and wept. The house loomed emptily when I returned. James would be home for Thanksgiving. We’d said I might go up and visit him at school over some weekend. But for now, I had an empty house, a broken heart, and time. Oh, I had so much empty time before me.

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But time passed, as time does. Slowly it seemed sometimes, and sometimes so fast I lost track of the weeks. I worked. I worked hard. I had nothing else. I still exercised, and jogged, and kept myself attractive. I still don’t know why. I’d run until I thought my lungs would burst. I’d exercise until I was so exhausted I would fall into a dreamless sleep. Upon awakening, I’d turn to his side of the bed, feel the cool undisturbed sheets, and cry.

I tried to go out. Friends and my sister all lined up prospective dates. Many of the men were charming, and I even slept with a few. But once I had magic, and the magic was gone. Some were good lovers, and I’d see them a few times. But then, they or I would realize that the sex was good, but that’s all it was.

James came home for holidays and summer vacations. Looking at him would bring a lump to my throat. He looked so like his father. Tall and muscular, quick to smile and laugh, an untidy shock of sandy blonde hair, eyes blue as a clear summer sky just washed clean by a cool rain. In summers, he’d work around the yard and I could almost imagine it was his father walking stolidly behind the lawn mower or perched precariously on the ladder cleaning out the gutters. In his cut-off jeans shorts, shirtless, his body moved with unconscious grace of a panther. His ass would stretch his shorts to the breaking point, rounded and strong looking.

And I might as well admit it. The bulge beneath his zipper was enough to set any female over sixteen and under one hundred sixteen to happy imaginings as well. When home from college, he would date. He was still hugely popular, although his female high school classmates were marrying at a steady rate, James never seemed to want for company for a dinner date and a movie.

Of course, he was almost grown now. He had no curfews, but he was always considerate enough to let me know if he was going out, and he was always home at a reasonable, if not an early hour. If I was going out, he had the house to himself. It was his home too, I had explained to him again and again. If he wanted company or privacy, all I needed was the request with enough lead-time to make or alter my own plans.

As it happened, I had a dinner date of my own for one hot Friday in late summer between James’s sophomore and junior year. I’d been seeing this man off and on for a few weeks. That Friday, however, he’d called my office just about lunchtime, and canceled. He sounded terrible on the phone, and probably felt worse. Well, if the poor man was sick, there was nothing for it. After assuring me I couldn’t do a thing for him, he rang off, and I went back to my work. It just didn’t occur to me to call James and tell him I’d be home after work after all.

I pulled into the driveway, and let myself in the front door. I kicked my shoes off inside the front door out of old habit. My husband used to laugh at me for running around barefoot in all weathers. I padded down the hall, put my briefcase down on the kitchen table, and got a glass and some ice for a drink. I noticed movement through the kitchen window, and leaned over the sink to look out back to the pool and back yard area.

James was by the pool, nude. And he wasn’t alone. I didn’t recognize the girl. She was a lovely redhead of about twenty-one or twenty-two, I guessed. She was also nude, her lithe young body dappled with sunlight and glistening. She was sitting in one of the lawn chairs we had scattered around the pool deck. Leaning back, with her legs spread, she was gently holding the back of James’s head to her crotch. James was kneeling on a folded towel, his hands resting on the girl’s slender waist. Her head was lolling backwards, her eyes closed, her lips parted as her breasts, nipples stiff and erect, heaved in obviously great gasping breaths. She lifted her feet and placed them on James’s shoulders, her knees splayed widely apart. Her toes cured down over his tanned flesh. Her head snapped up and she looked down at him, her hips moving on the cushions.

She pushed Alanya Yeni Escort him away from her, bending over to kiss him, her auburn tresses glowing like fire in the late afternoon sun. James stood, pulling her to her feet gently by the hand. They embraced. I stood entranced at their young, lusty beauty. The girl stepped away, smiling breathlessly, her eyes shining with unbridled desire. She bent over one side of the chair, and James stepped behind her. My jaw dropped. My son was fully erect, and he was huge. His stiff swollen cock stretched in a gentle curve upward from the base of his loins up past his navel. His shaft was thick, and the fat mushroom head peeped from the folds of his foreskin a reddish purple knob moist and glistening.

James grasped his stiff manhood, and stepped closer. He positioned himself behind her. I saw the girl’s eyes close as he slowly pushed his hips forward, that magnificent cock disappearing into her yielding flesh. Inch by slow, sensuous inch he entered her. Her mouth opened then closed, her perfect white teeth biting on her lower lip as his largeness filled her. His hands grasped her slim waist to steady her or himself. He moved his hips in a slow circular motion, his own head falling back in pleasure of being surrounded by her warm wet tightness.

James began to thrust, long and slow strokes, his large shaft appearing then slowly sliding back into her welcoming depths. His pink shaft glistened from her dew, and his massive balls slapped against her upturned bottom. The girl reached and took one of James’s hands and put in her breast. He bent over her, his fingers tightening over the firm globe. His thrusts quickened slightly. He pulled her torso upwards a bit, one hand still covering her breast, the other reaching for the bright red “V” of her mound. I could see him sliding in and out of her wet hole even as he fingered her clit gently.

I heard her soft cry of joy, muffled through the glass of the window. She turned her head, and James met her with a long tonguing kiss. The she bent again, her head resting on her arms on the cushion of the chair. James grasped her firm round buttocks. He was thrusting hard and fast now, and the girl was rocking on her feet back to meet his every stroke.

I suddenly realized my own thighs were wet. My nipples were tight and chafing painfully beneath my bra. I knew I shouldn’t be watching them. I knew I should turn and leave as quietly as I had come in. I also knew that I wasn’t moving from the spot until they had finished.

It didn’t take long after that. James arched his back, and thrust hard, paused, withdrew, and thrust again. He bent over her, hands covering her ripe full breasts, his hips bucking into her as he spent his seed deep into her. I could see their juices flowing from her, over James’ ballsac and dripping onto the pool deck.

They remained motionless for a moment. I watched James slowly withdraw his wet, dripping cock, still rock-hard from the quivering girl. He helped her straighten up, then sat down on the chair, folding the girl into his lap, his strong arms going protectively around her.

I stepped away from the window. Quietly I put the unused glass away, picked up my briefcase, and left the house. I went to a movie, and sat through it twice. I never saw the images streaming across the screen. I kept seeing my son and his beautiful young lover. I went to the ladies room about midway through the film, and quietly masturbated myself through three wrenching orgasms, and was amazed to find my face covered in tears.

I came home late, and quietly let myself in. The house was quiet and dark. I went upstairs and undressed in my room. I slid on a nightgown, and padded barefoot into the hall. Even though he was grown now, I still checked in on James.

The distinct sharp aroma of sex was heavy in the air of his bedroom. I smiled to myself a little. He was asleep. In spite of the coolness of the air-conditioning, he had kicked the covers off his bed. His nude body was sprawled across the mattress. One arm covered his eyes. His long flaccid cock hung heavily over one thigh. An image of his young lady friend’s lips encircling that fat shaft flitted through my mind and my nipples twinged maddeningly under my silk gown.

I returned to my room. My breathing was a little unsteady. I lay down in the large, empty king-sized bed. I lay restlessly. The sights I had seen earlier of James and the girl by the pool kept parading through my mind, and my imagination added other images and sounds. My hand crept to my mound. I let my fingers rest on my labia beneath the smooth silkiness of my gown. I could feel myself becoming damp. I stood up and pulled the gown over my head, and dropped it on the floor. From the drawer of the bedside table, I pulled out a large dildo.

I lay back down, nude. I rubbed the hard rubber over my slit, over my aching breasts. I closed my eyes. I let the head of the facsimile cock play with my swelling labial lips, shuddering each time it grazed over my clit. My son’s face swam before my closed eyes as I slid the hard artificial cock into my clutching opening. It entered easily. I was wet, very wet. I heard myself give a small groan as the thick pole parted and entered me. My other hand began to pull and twist my nipples.

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She was a nurse working in a doctor’s office; he was her friend and lover of 25 years. Today the drive to work held exciting expiations for today she would fulfill one of her fantasies; to make love in Exam Room 1.

This fantasy began innocent enough as a tease while talking on the phone to her lover. She would describe making love to him in that room and from that day on it was not only a reoccurring theme in their talks but became a burning desire in her breast.

The chance of fulfilling this fantasy was remote due to the fact that the cleaning lady came everyday after work to clean the office. Short of bribing her to look the other way there would be no opportunity to carry out her secret desire. Then came the unexpected break: a subpoena to testify in court! The cleaning lady had to travel to a distant city to testify and would not make it back in time to clean the office. This was the chance of a lifetime!

During her commute to work that morning she thought about their plans for the evening. She was always the last of the staff to leave the office so when the doctor left for the evening she would set the plan into operation. Her lover would be waiting in the parking lot at the end of the day. She would beckon him to come in and then……..

Her coworkers noticed she was somewhat distracted but no one asked about what was on her mind. The answer would have shocked them!

While sitting at her desk she could look into Exam Room 1. She could not believe that she would finally experience something quite pleasurable in a room that is usually cold, embarrassing, and formal. Exam rooms have their own etiquette; to simplify the exam for the doctor not to ease the mind of the patient. She always thought it ironic that you would be stripped naked save for a paper gown and a paper sheet to cover yourself while waiting for the doctor only to have to expose your body piece by piece anyway. Such is the price of modesty! She also wondered how many times had she been in such a room either as a nurse tending to the patient or as a patient herself.

The cold impersonal metal stirrups on the exam table glistened in the light. The light grey upholstery with the white paper runner down the middle awaited the next person. She was always embarrassed to have her feet cupped in the stirrups to expose her genitals to the doctor while he examined them. The stimulation of her genitals would get the moisture flowing and this added to the embarrassment.

Tonight it would be a different story, for tonight it would be her lover between her legs. His touch would bring the welcomed moisture. His exam of her genitals would be both loving and welcome. She would be naked and uncovered without embarrassment. He had always enjoyed looking at her naked body including her genitals. She did not understand why he enjoyed that but she was comfortable with his gaze and particularly his touch!

The day crept by. She called her lover and teased him about The Room. She could feel the moisture begin to wet her panties as she teased him. Boy was she ready for tonight!

The last patient was finally brought into the exam room at 17:30. Her mind was racing about what was to happen as soon as this patient left. She could feel the excitement building. The doctor seemed to take forever to finish the exam and prescribe some medicine for the patient’s affliction. As the patient dressed, she finished her paperwork and called the pharmacy. The patient soon left. The doctor said his Goodbye. Alone at last! She could feel the excite building in her breast. Now to wait for the doctor’s car to leave the lot. Time seemed to stand still!

After a minute or soon, (it felt like an hour), she opened the door and looked for her lover. His car was parked at the back of the lot. She waved him over and stood expectantly at the door. She could feel the excitement building. She could feel her nipples hardening and her pussy getting wet in anticipation. She watched as her lover got out of his car and ‘adjusts’ the furniture. She could tell he was just as excited as she was. This was going to be an experience to remember!

His walk across the lot seemed to take forever and only intensified the excitement she felt.

FINALLY he arrived at the door. She ushered him in, looking to make sure no one saw him enter. The door was locked behind him and the long awaited for fantasy began!

They kissed and held each other by the door. She thought it strange to be kissing someone Alanya Suriyeli Escort in the waiting room, something she had never done before. She could feel his penis pressing against her and could hardly wait to release it from its confinement. They separated and walked hand in hand to her desk.

This is where the fantasy always started. He sat her on the edge of the desk. He leaned in and kissed her while removing her lab coat and placing it next to her on the desk. He spread her legs and stood between them, his hands roaming over her back and then under her top to unhook her bra. Her breasts were very responsive to being touched and she could hardly stand waiting for her lover to touch them.

He took his time, as he usually did. Slowly rubbing her back and sides, just missing touching the sides of her breasts. This always heighted her excitement and did so even though she was excited as she had ever been. His hands continued to touch her sides but now began to brush against the side of her breasts. A moan escaped her lips. He knew she was on the edge of no return and preceded full bore.

Both hands came around her breasts from the sides and found her nipples. Rolling her nipples between his fingers brought about more than a quite moan. Heavy breathing coupled with sounds of ecstasy now filled the office, sounds that had never been heard there before.

He leaned in and gently flicked his tongue over her left nipple. He then licked his way over to the right nipple. After lingering there he began to tenderly suckle her nipple. She was close to climax and he knew it. The gentle tender sucking gave way to a hard, face pressed into the breast suckle that caused her moaning to increase and her long anticipated first orgasm to begin. He kept the pressure and suction on her nipple as she bucked wildly and pressed her drench crotch against him. The climax was wild and noisy and perfect!

He smiled at her and lifting up the hem of her shirt removed both the shirt and her bra and set them with the lab coat. She now sat semi-naked on her desk, trying to calm her breathing. She had dreamed of and talked about this moment and it was better than she could imagine.

She, after regaining her somewhat shattered composure, reached up and unbuckled her lover’s belt. She unbuttoned the button and pulled the zipper down. She smiled to her self as she noticed his underwear had a large wet spot where his precum and leaked from his erect penis. She then pulled his shirt from his pants and over his head.

They leaned into each other and felt warm naked skin against their chests. This has always been a highlight of their love making. They held each other tight and enjoyed this feeling for a while. The closeness they felt both spiritual and physical added to the intensity of this aspect of their love. It also hastened the need to remove the rest of their clothing.

He pulled her gently to her feet and began to rub her back again. His hand strayed all over her back down to the top of her pants. His fingers would slip under the waistband only to move away again. This also would drive her sexually nuts. He then moved both hands under her waistband and panties on her hips. She loved this and would hardly stand still waiting for the continuation of his touching.

Both hands moved from her hips to her bottom. He pressed his hands against her bottom pulling her into his body for a long embrace. He could feel and hear her sexual tension build.

His hands now worked their way back to her hip, turning over so as to grab her pants and panties and pull them down over her hips. He stopped just below the “Y” where her legs met her trunk exposing the fine hair of her pussy to his eager eyes. He now began to rub her belly and upper thighs, just missing her pubic hair. This began again to elicit moans from her lips. He began to move his fingers gently over her mound and into the valley between her thighs and her pussy. He was careful not to touch the opening to her pussy. She was again beginning to move her hips in rhythm to her wanting.

With a sudden movement his hand pressed down on her eager mound and his fingers began to explore the opening to her pussy. Running his fingers in the slit between her lips and brushing her clit lightly he could feel that the moisture was sufficient for his fingers to penetrate her. As his fingers probed the depths the heel of his hand pressed against her clit driving her wild. She bucked Alanya Türbanlı Escort against his hand and loudly moaned. He kept up the pressure and movement of his fingers until she again climaxed.

She had always been able to have multiple orgasms and they both enjoyed this fact immensely. In many of their loving making experiences he would try to give her as many orgasms as he could. This would be in as many different ways and places as they could. They enjoyed the huge variety this afforded them and would talk and try to remember the different places in conversations. Some day they would have to make a list and count the number of locations, but that was not on their minds today.

After her climax he finished the job of removing first her shoes then her pants and panties. The sox came next. She stood naked by her desk with his eyes looking lovingly over her body. She could see the love in his look and although she was naked her place of work she felt no embarrassment. There was although an unequal distribution of nakedness.

She sought to alleviate this immediately. She hooked her fingers under the waist band of his underwear and gripping both pants and underwear pulled them out to release his erection. She loved to look at his penis and this once again caused her breathing to quicken. He had removed his shoes by stepping on the back of them so she deposited his clothes on top of his feet for him to step out of. He removed his sock and at last they were both naked. Fifteen feet of distance now separated them from the fulfillment of their long awaited fantasy. They crossed the short distance hand in hand both of them feeling the cool of the office air against their naked skin.

She sat on the end of the exam table and pulled her lover to her. She grabbed his penis and placed it between her ample breasts. He responded by pressing her breast together enveloping him in their supple softness. This was always a major turn-on for them. He thrust his penis up and down this wonderful valley, the tip of his penis rising above the level of her breasts, wet with his love juice. She would flick her tongue over the tip at its zenith and taste his love.

This continued for a while then he gently pulled back from her. He could see the moisture sticking to her breasts. He motioned for her to lie down.

Again she thought of the many times had she lay in this position and placed her feet in the stirrups but never with this degree of anticipation. She could feel the cool of the vinyl through the paper runner. Into the cold metal stirrups went her feet. There was no sheet to cover her nakedness and she enjoyed it. Never before had she felt so free and excited in this room. She was ready to fulfill the one fantasy that she never thought she would be able to.

He sat in the doctor’s rolling chair and rolled up to his lover. Running his eyes lustily over her nakedness he looked finally at her now exposed genitals. The stirrups did their intended job giving him easy access to her. And he took advantage of the opportunity.

Placing his hands of her thighs he massaged them from the knees to her trunk. She was quivering in anticipation but he was not in a rush to fulfill that anticipation. He again, as when they were standing by her desk, touched her mound and into the valleys between thigh and trunk. This time though he did not penetrate her with his fingers. Instead he parted her lips and pressed his face into her, flicking his tongue over her clit. This did not last long tough!

She was now past the point of being able to stand the foreplay. She needed him inside her desperately. She lifted his face from her and motioned him to stand and mount her.

Rising to his feet he kicked the chair way from the table and stood before her womanhood. Grasping his penis in his right hand he rubbed the head against her clit and between the folds of her lips. The head was drenched in her love and she was more than ready for him to penetrate her.

Placing his penis at her entrance he placed his hands on her hips and slowly began to enter her. She gasped and started to moan in anticipation. When he was half his length inside her he thrust quickly and forcefully the rest of the way. He knew that she loved fast and forceful penetration and he would oblige her. Gripping her hips he would thrust his penis hard and fast into her, his balls slapping against her thighs and bottom. Louder and more passionate came the Alanya Ucuz Escort moans from her lips. Her voice expressing without word the love and passion she felt for her lover. Her climax was coming quickly and the tempo of his thrusts increased. He was close to climax also. They had a special gift of being able to have simultaneous climaxes together. Both of their climax hit like a wave crashing on the rocks. Deep inside her his penis erupted sending hot cum crashing onto the walls of her vagina and cervix. Shot after shot until there was no more to expel.

The trusting slowed and continued slowly as his penis softened inside her. She was no longer moaning but had a blissful look on her face. He loved to watch her as she started to relax. Her breasts, which had been heaving with the deep and powerful respirations during their powerful lovemaking, began to slowly and gently rise with her calming state. The look on her face, once again, showed the love that she felt for him. His face carried that same look.

Finally his penis softened and fell from her body, followed by a considerable amount of his cum. She removed her feet from the stirrups and sat up. He embraced her and they held each other, naked chest to naked chest. They were aglow with love and the beauty of the moment. The experience was much more exciting and passionate they either of them had imagined.

They separated and took stock of themselves. Both were sticky with the product of their passion. She retrieved a towel and moistening it with warm water. They proceeded to lovingly clean each other. This too was very sensual and added to the overwhelming sensations they felt that day.

She, as she had done many, many times in the past, cleaned the table and removed the old runner and replacing it with new. Although this was not new to her this time was special, for this time she refreshed the room after fulfilling her fantasy. And she was naked while doing so! In fact she would never again be able to clean the room with out the wonderful memory of that day entering her mind and exciting her.

With the room clean they again traversed the fifteen feet to her desk. There piles of clothing awaited them, some neatly piled on the desk, others strewn haphazardly around removed in the throes of passion. They would have to wait to be reclaimed.

He sat in her chair and gently pulled her over to him. He was at the perfect height to again suckle her breasts. Gently sucking a nipple and touching the breast with his hands he once again stimulated a response from her. She closed her eyes and began to sway. He switched breast and continued his pleasing of his lover. As he continued he felt his penis becoming erect. She noticed also and reached down and gently held it. This always sexually stimulated her and tonight was no different. Once again her breathing became rapid and deep, her breasts moving to the new and heighted action.

They had never teased each other about making love in her chair. Other places in the office, but never the chair. It mattered not to them though.

She removed her nipple from his mouth and her hands from his penis. She then, facing him, straddled him and taking his penis again into her hands expertly guided him into her. As they thrust their bodies in rhythm the chair squeezed in unison. He again suckled her breast as he thrust deep inside her. The wonderful music of their passion once again filled the office. She climaxed and then he a short while later.

She climbed off her lover and again the towel was used lovingly on each other. When he stood she noticed a drip had hit the upholstery of her chair. This would stain the fabric and provide a constant reminder to her of this fantastic day. They hugged each other and he leaned down and kissed her. They held each other and basked in the warm glow of their love. Making love to each other had always intensified the love that they felt. Making love at her work just added a new dimension to their love. She would never again look at her desk or Exam Room 1 without feeling the love that she felt now.

He was a visual person and wanted to have a memory of her sitting naked at her desk. She sat in her chair and he stood on the other side of the desk and watched. She stared at him coyly and he burned into his memory how she looked sitting there. In the future when she called him from work the vision would refresh itself.

They dressed and walked to the front door and out into the night. Over dinner at their favorite Italian restaurant they relived the fantasy and smiled at the thought of it. If only her coworkers knew what had taken place at the office. Of course they would only be able to look at the physical side of their sexual acts. They would never know of the love that was shared in the office that day.

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A note to readers of Library Fun; Though the characters are the same this story is set before they were married and still traveled the world as adventurers.

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Trudy was always the first to get up in the morning. Not the hardest thing to do, since she had been getting in the habit of running down her lover every night she got the chance. Stretching out last night’s fun and washing herself in the new days sun as she opened the bedroom curtains, Trudy was in a good mood. Completely naked and still feeling some sweat clinging to her skin she crawled out of the bed and went over to the bath in the tavern room. She rinsed off the sweat and what was left of her lovers cum on her backside, smiling to herself remembering the sounds he made during the fun. After finishing the wash and grabbing a nearby towel to dry herself off she walked back over to the bed watching her lover sleep.

Roland never stirred to her activities and slept soundly without a care in the world. Trudy couldn’t help but watch his face and listen to him breathe, thinking about how cute he was. She also couldn’t help but remember how it felt to have that cute face pressed into her breasts and the sound of him grunting as he thrust in and out of her. A shiver flew down her spine as her eyes trained onto his somewhat pointed ears and slim neck. Without a second thought Trudy crawled up onto the soft bed and began to gently kiss the edge of Roland’s ear.

She heard him Alanya Olgun Escort mumble in his sleep but otherwise didn’t react to her light touch. Trudy decided to continue down his ear, giving it a playful suck on different parts, and began to kiss his neck with a little more vigor. Roland reacted by letting out a soft moan and she watched his eyes begin to flutter open to her movements. Not wanting to stop just yet, her trail of kisses along his neck proceeded, adding a lick or two across more sensitive areas, down to his collarbone with a soft nip at its base. She heard Roland let out a sharp gasp of pleasure and give her a sleepy smile, “Good morning to me.”

Trudy couldn’t help but giggle at him feeling his morning wood pressing throb against her leg and seeing his slowly waking face. She thought about straddling him and giving him a good morning kiss but she remembered last night overhearing in the bar some servant girls talking about something they did to their men that Trudy had never thought of. Reaching under the covers and grabbing Roland’s rock hard cock she began to rub it to draw out more moans from him. It didn’t take much prompting before his head rolled back with a deep moan, letting her do what she wanted to him. Feeling him lose any lasting tension in his body she pulled the covers off of his cock and without a warning licked his cock from base to tip in one slow motion.

Roland’s head suddenly shot up with shock but he couldn’t hold back Alanya Otele Gelen Escort the gasp of pleasure from the contact. “Trudy, what – What are you doing? I haven’t washed or anything, it’s -” Only two things were on Trudy’s mind, the taste of his cock wasn’t only nice but also gave a somewhat sweet aftertaste, and that she should have done this a long while ago. Before he could even finish his words she leaned back down to his cock and began to swirl her tongue over its head. Roland’s words turned into a long drawn out groan of pleasure that didn’t seem to want to stop. He didn’t know where she might have gotten the idea for this but he was in no way going to stop her, the feeling almost like the sensation of grinding against her pussy lips. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like if she went further.

Almost as if she could read his mind, enjoying his taste and wanting to draw out even more sexy noises from him, she put the head of his pulsing cock fully in her mouth and began to suck it in and out. The sensation of the soft spongy cock sliding against her tongue leaving a trail of sweet liquid as it pulsed with his heartbeat was incredibly hot and fun. As her head bobbed up and down on his cock her eyes locked with Roland’s and she couldn’t help but smile at the sight of lust fighting against reason in his eyes. The best part was that with every suck she could see lust winning. Her eyes did not waver from his as she bobbed her head Alanya Rus Escort faster feeling his cock pulse with more energy knowing that he was about to cum.

Roland had a thought in the back of his head that he had died in his sleep and was now in heaven where the girl of his dreams was sucking his cock like a woman on a mission. Whether it was a dream or not he wanted to enjoy every moment of it. Bucking his hips into Trudy’s mouth feeling his pleasure reaching his climax he suddenly realized where his cum would go.

Finding his voice again, “Trudy, I’m – I’m going to cum!” He watched her slow for a moment, smile, and start her sucking again with renewed vigor not stopping for one moment. Unable to control himself Roland’s hips bucked one last time before unloading his cum directly into Trudy’s mouth. He let out a deep groan and looked back at her not only gulping down his cum but licking up any cum left on her lips or his cock.

Trudy swallowed the last of his sweet cum making sure that his sensitive still throbbing cock was completely clean. She enjoyed the warm sensation of his cum flowing down her throat before crawling up on top of Roland feeling him panting to regain his breath. She couldn’t help but grin knowing that he was in this putty like state because of her. Finally able to breathe normally again Roland found his voice, “Damn woman, you are going to kill me one of these days.”

Trudy giggled as she slowly rubbed her leg against his well used, but slowly recovering, cock and whispered into his ear, “Don’t worry, I know you can keep up. I also know you enjoy this too much to stop.” Roland gave her a half-hearted glare that broke into a soft smile. He wrapped his arm around Trudy and pulled her close to him, never wanting to let go of her or the happiness she brought him.

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Ass

Author’s note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Angel Love for her editing to make this a better story.

It was already mid-afternoon on a Thursday when I received the call. I run a computer warehouse in which we stock an astounding variety of components. As a result we’ve developed a goodly clientele of people who require parts that seldom get into the average household personal computer.

The caller was one of the best of these clients. He was the manager of a sizable manufacturing plant located on the edge of a little sleepy town about a two-hour drive upstate from us. The plant relied on a computer to control their entire manufacturing process and the computer had suffered a major failure early that afternoon, causing a complete shutdown of their production line. He had already sent all of his employees home but was desperate to get a replacement part that evening.

I determined that I had the part but our driver was already on the road to other customers. I promised him that I would have the part to him by 7 PM, which meant that it would have to leave no later than 5 o’clock. The only way to keep from paying big bucks in overtime meant that I would have to make the delivery myself.

At 5, I left instructions with one of my people on closing the shop while I took the part and headed north. The roads were fairly straightforward, with only a couple of changes in direction, but only a few of the miles were on multi-lane road. For the first 30 miles, traffic was heavy and slow but then it began to ease as people turned into the many housing developments. With the terrain being mostly flat and just a few low undulating hills, it was difficult to keep my mind occupied on the way up. My console thermometer indicated that the outside temperature was 97 degrees and I was thankful for a working air conditioner.

I pulled into the client’s parking area just three minutes before 7 o’clock and found him waiting anxiously. It took me about 20 minutes to get the part replaced and test the machine, which worked perfectly to his great relief. We spent another 40 minutes talking about how his business was going and the economy in general and then I headed back to my car.

I settled in for the mind-numbing ride through all the corn fields in the lowering dusk. With a top speed of 55 MPH in the country and little towns every 10 to 15 miles requiring that I slow to 30 and sometimes to a stop, It was going to be a long trip.

It already seemed like an interminable drive when, after 50 minutes during which full dark descended on the area, I approached the largest town along the route I was taking. Just as I topped a hill, I spotted a white dot bobbing along on the side of the road in front of me. Even with the darkness, the temperature drop had not brought it down to a comfortable enough state to make walking pleasant. I slowed.

Not until I stopped beside the figure did I realize that it was a woman. Lowering the right side window, I said, “Awfully hot night for a walk. Care to share my air conditioning?”

She stepped over to my window and ducked her head to look at me. She gave me a rather appraising look, then smiled and opened the door. As she climbed in, she said, “Thank you. It is so-o-o hot out there and, of course, my car broke down yesterday. Right in the hottest part of the summer.”

She was dressed in knee-length black shorts, a very conservative white blouse, white sneakers and bobby socks, and a maroon visor. Her hair was more gray than black but looked nice, even with a few strands here and there out of place. She could pass for late thirties or early fifties or anywhere in between.

I said, “My name’s Gene.”

“Oh, hi. I’m Francis but everybody just calls me Fran. Pleased to meet you.” As she finished that statement, her left hand patted my right knee in a very friendly gesture.

“Where can I take you, Fran?”

“Uh … well, if you don’t mind taking me home, its up here about four miles to Turrill Road and then to the left about another mile.”

“I don’t mind at all. Are you just getting off work?”

“Yeah,” she replied. “I work at a fast food place about a mile back and this was my night to close up the place.”

“Oh, so you must be in management?”

“Well, yeah, I’ve got the title of assistant manager but you couldn’t tell it looking at my paycheck.”

I laughed. “I know what you mean.”

“Turn left at this next street. … How about you?”

“Well, I run a computer warehouse in the city. I just took some parts to a client upstate Alanya Ukraynalı Escort and I’m heading home for the night.”

“Ah. Going home to the family, huh?”

“No, it’s just me.”

“Yep, me too.”

“Gets lonely sometimes.”

“I know what you mean. See that second driveway? Pull in there, hon.”

I pulled into the drive of a pretty little brick veneer house with white siding and crimson trim. I stopped, assuming that she would get out and say goodnight. Instead she turned, put her hand on my thigh and asked “Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?”

I hadn’t had an opportunity to spend time with any woman one to one in a long time and even if it was just conversation, it struck me as an enjoyable way to pass a few minutes. I smiled and said, “I’d love to.”

I turned off the ignition and followed her inside. She led me down a hallway to a family room and invited me to sit while she put on the coffee. When I asked if I could change it to a tall glass of ice water because I don’t like hot drinks in hot weather, she obliged and returned in just a few minutes with a huge glass full of ice and water.

As she handed me the glass, she said “Would you mind waiting for me while I shower and change? I smell like that place where I work and I’d like to get more comfortable.”

“No, I don’t mind. Or would you rather I leave?”

“No, no! Please stay. I want to get to know you better. It’s just that I’d like to not be quite so sticky while we talk.”

“Okay. I’ll be waiting.”

She disappeared down another hallway and I soon heard running water. I sat on the sofa sipping the cold refreshing water and looking around. She kept a neat, clean house from the looks of this room, which was decorated with personal trinkets and outfitted with sturdy but comfortable furniture.

Not more than fifteen minutes had passed when she came padding back into the room. She was barefoot but more importantly, she wore a light blue, diaphanous top that fell loosely around her body but ended about half-way down the curve of her bottom. Underneath it she had on a pair of bikini-style panties of the same see-through material and neither garment concealed what was inside.

I was impressed. Her most obvious assets were her breasts, which her white blouse had concealed earlier but were quite visible under the light blue material. They were as large as small melons and the ends were covered with baseball-sized areolas. The nipples were already hard and pushing dimples into the thin material.

Her waist was substantial but there was a definite narrowing and then her hips flared out significantly although when she pirouetted in front of me, I immediately appreciated the roundness of her bottom. When she stopped turning, the dark curly hair covering the triangle above her legs was quite obvious.

I felt an immediate growth between my legs as the blood surged downward. I groaned in appreciation of her assets and because of my own urge to grab her and throw her on the floor and attack her.

Her smile said that she knew the effect she had on me and it was just what she wanted. “I hope you don’t mind me getting comfortable, honey. Do you like?” She held up her arms and twirled around again.

“No,” I managed to rasp out, “I love it.”

“Well, sugar, we’ll just have to get to know each other better” she said, easing herself across my lap and sitting down. She leaned one arm against the back of the sofa, behind my head, presenting her left boob for my inspection. But I had only seconds to view it as she bent down and our lips met for the first time.

Still in shock at the lovely apparition, I tried to respond in kind, opening my lips but finding her tongue darting into my mouth before I could react. We kissed passionately for several long minutes before I slipped my hand under her top, up her side and cupped her left breast in my hand. Even though my hands are extra large, there was more than I could hold. When I rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, she moaned and thrust her chest against my hand.

In the meantime, my cock was throbbing and felt like it was about to burst out of my pants. The sensation of her buttocks pressing on my member was almost more than I could bear. There was no way she could not realize the impact she was having on my organ, as it probed into the crevasse between her cheeks.

After several minutes of kissing while I kneaded her breast, I slid my hand down her side and around her smooth round bottom. The flimsy top no longer covered her ass and the little bikini bottoms easily yielded to my fingers, moving aside and letting Alanya Üniversiteli Escort my finger tips touch the soft but hot flesh of her pussy. The instant I touched her, she jumped, gulped air and pressed herself into my body, reestablishing the kiss as if our lives depended upon it.

Over the next several minutes, my fingers traveled the length of her puffy pussy lips several times before I slipped two of them into her opening. Every time I touched a new place, her tongue renewed its rabid exploration of my mouth.

Then abruptly she pulled back and asked, “Would you like to go to my bed?”

When I nodded, she got up and took my hand, leading me down the hallway to a bedroom. While I was fiddling with my belt, the flimsy nightgown and panties disappeared and she took over my undressing, making short work of it all. When my throbbing erection popped into view, her face lit up like a flood light. Her fingers wrapped around my shaft and she cupped my balls in her other hand as she dropped to her knees in front of me.

Em pulled the head of my cock down to her mouth and her tongue flicked out to lick at the drop of pre-cum that appeared at my opening. Little by little her tongue washed all around the pulsating head until she engulfed it completely. She began to suck on it as if it was an all-day sucker, making gentle cooing noises. I savored the magnificent feelings her mouth sent throughout my body but I also wanted to reciprocate.

Gently I tugged Fran up, saying, “Let’s get where I can taste you too, sugar.”

I climbed onto the bed and Fran climbed up on top of me. While her hands and mouth went back to work on my cock and balls, I spread her bottom and tentatively ran my tongue up and down her crease, finding it very moist and tasty. I began to trace wet circles around her clit, which was undoubtedly the most prominent little bud I had ever seen on a woman, more like a nipple than most. I finally enclosed the area around her clitty in my mouth and began to suck it softly, only to have Fran begin shaking her bottom and moaning until she suddenly stiffened and began to shake in earnest. After the waves of her orgasm passed, she collapsed her head to my legs, my stiff cock pushing at the back of her mouth.

I found a deliciously fresh flow of juice from her pussy and consumed it with gusto, taking time to make sure my tongue covered every bit of her tunnel that it could reach, during which Fran recovered sufficiently to begin sucking on my cock again. I teased her clit for several minutes, alternately blowing hot air on it and barely touching it with the tip of my tongue. I could tell she was getting wound up again and close to another climax so I again gathered the area around her clit into my mouth and sucked softly and again she rewarded my efforts with another orgasm.

Once again when the quaking ended, I went exploring and found my liquid reward. I again took several minutes consuming it all and cleaning her of her own juices. Then on impulse, I spread her cheeks wider and ran my tongue over her divide and into her anal valley. When my tongue first touched her anus, I felt her jerk and wondered if she was going to reject my advances but her only other reaction was to suck my cock harder. I started washing her anal valley and she began to grunt and wiggle her butt, not to get away from me but as if to press my tongue into her bottom.

I started poking the tip of my tongue at her puckered opening and she changed the wiggle into bucking back at me, as if she was fucking my tongue. But after a few minutes of that, she clamped her thighs around my head and shook like a strong earthquake. It was probably only 20 or 30 seconds but it seemed much longer … and much more gratifying for me.

I still hadn’t cum, which was not unusual for me to take so long, so after Fran had relaxed, I rolled her over and maneuvered around until I was over her. I spread her legs and guided my cock to her pussy and watched it slip easily in to the hilt on the first push. She was a little tight but between the slickness of her saliva and the wetness of her cunt juices, we seemed to be made for each other. As she wrapped her legs around my waist, her hands pulled my head down and our lips met in another long sloppy kiss.

I started rocking my bottom, causing my spear to rove around inside her love tunnel while my pubis teased her clit. Fran’s hands became antsy, roaming quickly down my sides and back, pulling my ears, grabbing my ass. Our mouths remained glued together except when we broke for air occasionally.

I began stroking in and out and soon Fran broke our kiss. She cocked her head back, Alanya Vip Escort moaned and whispered, “Yes, baby, fuck me, fuck me hard, honey.” I picked up the pace a bit but Fran reached between us and cupped my balls. To the same pace as my thrusts, she gently squeezed my nuts for a couple of minutes. Then I noticed she was squeezing faster and faster and … my thrusts just seemed to follow suit, until I was banging hard into her pubis as fast as I could with the longest strokes I could. There was something hypnotic about the way her hand worked my testicles.

Suddenly her hand stopped working, her body grew taut as a board and she began quivering as if she were having a seizure. Just a few seconds later, I felt my balls compact and then begin spitting my cum deep into Fran’s already soggy pussy. I pushed as deep into her as I could get and held us tightly together with an arm around her waist while I kissed the side of her face.

When I felt I could trust my muscles again, I eased myself to Fran’s side and turned to face her, feeling very euphoric. She languidly turned to me and smiled.

After a few moments of silence, she propped her head on her elbow and ran the fingers of her other hand through the hair on my chest.

She said, “Well, you know now that I’m a really horny woman, huh? What you don’t know is that I don’t get it nearly as often as I want it. In a little town like this, there aren’t many unattached men.”

While she was talking she shifted so that she laid her head on my chest and her hand slid down, over my stomach, through my thatch of pubic hair and then she rubbed my cock, alternating with caressing my balls. It was all rather slow and lackadaisical but it was having an electric effect on me. My cock begain to grow hard again.

Em continued, “And fooling around with a married man … well, the gossip in a town this size will kill you. So I was really happy when you stopped for me and you turned out to be from out of town, and good looking, and nice to me. I know I’m older than you but … well, I had a great time and I hope you did too.”

“Oh, yes, honey! I sure did!” I confirmed.

“Good!” she exclaimed, turning to look at me. She was holding my now-erect member in her hand, “Look what I found. Wanna try it again?”

Well, of course, and when I nodded my assent, she scrambled onto hands and knees, her ass in the air. I climbed up behind her and found her hand waiting to guide my probe into her target opening. She was still wet and slick and I loved the feeling as I tugged on her hips to mash my crotch into her big round bottom. The warmth of her pussy quickly spread up the length of my cock, giving me a special feeling all over.

After just a few strokes, I realized that Fran would be severely beaten by her own tits if I let them roam freely so I grasped a handful on each side and resumed stroking. Fran eased herself down until she was resting on her face and I felt her left hand creep up my left thigh until she cupped my scrotum.

With her fingers still on my balls, I feared I might not last as long as I normally would so I took a chance, released her right tit and slipped my hand between her legs to manipulate her little man-in-a-boat. It all produced a boatload of magnificent feelings. And then it culminated when we both started to cum almost simultaneously. I released her other boob, grabbed her hips in both hands and mashed our bodies together while my balls spit shot after shot of hot liquid pleasure into Fran’s welcoming pussy.

Meanwhile her muscles had quit working and she began a slow slide down to the mattress, which she reached just after the last drops of cum dribbled out of my one-eyed Cyclops. For the moment, I collapsed on top of her, still supporting my upper body on my elbows while my lower body rested entirely on her broad ass.

When I recovered enough to roll over, Fran turned to me and said, “That’s good stuff, sugar. Why don’t you just put your arms around me and let’s get some sleep, okay?”

Why not? Okay, so I was seventeen minutes late opening the warehouse the next morning. Small price to pay for what I got.

Fran and I became Very Good Friends. I made the hour drive up to her place three or four times a week, depending on her work schedule. I began to spend my days off with her and she usually drove down on her days off, which never came at the same time two weeks consecutively, and spent them with me when I got home from work.

It turned out that we had a lot in common … besides good sex. We both like all kinds of sports, especially the amateur kind. We both like to take late evening walks … when we can get out of the bedroom. We like similar foods … and Fran loves it when I spread part of a banana split on her naked body and then eat it off.

Yeah, we do like a lot of the same things, but the best has been sex. I think I may have just found the woman to spend the rest of my life with. Thank goodness for places that let you buy fast food late.

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Blowjob

n. 1. A vigorous Spanish or Latin American dance in triple time, traditionally performed by a man and woman as a courtship ritual

She read each word as they appeared on screen. Each one a drop of passion, like a kiss on her open mouth. Helen was alone in her room, dancing with him as he teased, caressed her with whispered promises and lies. She tried to tear her eyes away, to focus, but the lines blurred, the images making her unable to move. She always said no more, I can stop this. She never meant it, never wanted to ever stop. He was more real than anyone she had known. He seemed to reach into her head and draw out things she had stashed in the dark, never to talk about or dream she could have. They never asked each other about the life outside the room, never talked of the mundane. He held her tight, his weight a comfort, safe.

‘His hands cupped her, fingers sliding inside again, her knees weak.’

Helen crossed her legs, the sticky wetness causing her to squirm. She could feel the pressure in her chest, realized she has stopped breathing again….

‘The hands were bunched in her hair, pulling her closer, pulling her mouth to his…’

Helen gasped in air, the outburst loud in the quiet room. It startled her, causing her to finally move. She stood, pacing the floor, the screen in the corner of her eyes. She could see it, could FEEL it as line after line spilled out. Each one seemed to crawl inside her mind, her heart. Helen was aware of her pulse, the throbbing Alanya Masaj Salonu in her core. The robe she wore slipped off. She stood naked, only the glow of the monitor bathing her in cool light. She looked down; saw her breasts swelling with each beat, her nipples so hard, stiff. She mused that she could hang clothes on them. She smiled at the absurd image, her fingers pulling them.

‘Harder, harder…up, yes… that’s… IT…Yesssssssssss…. His touch just what she wanted, just right.’

Yes, yes, touch me like that she thought. With both hands she teased herself, her nipples now pinched up high, and the pain…? a bite only, each twist of her fingers a new rocket of pleasure.

Helen dreamed that he was here, pulling them for her. He was fantasy, but not make believe. Every day she looked for him, listened to his lies. His words were like water now. She went back and forth in her mind again, reading the new text, how she was sliding her hips up and down the shaft buried in her pussy, her face bent to give him a kiss as he lay below her. Helen’s hand rubbed tiny circles on her hard clit, both in her room and on screen. Unconsciously her hips pumped the air silently, fucking him her unseen lover. The screen kept whispering to her, giving her each new images, new ways to see herself with him, with others.

She felt hands on her ass, spreading the wet cheeks open, her back arched, tilting to allow the second man access. She waited Alanya Masöz Escort for the pressure, the sweet feeling of fullness again. The globes were shiny, wanting to have that secret opening filled. A hand came down, smarting as the blows stung her, the heat wonderful again. Again a blow, then another, each cheek red and pink. Fluids seeped out, drenched her, shocking in raw desire. Helen’s finger’s were buried deep now, fucking herself. She rocked silently as in her mind she watched herself, her anus ready, her hips wiggling lewdly in invitation. Helen could see it, feel his moist tongue sliding in and out to caress her, see the muscle tense… relax… open. He held his cock, touching the tip to the opening, testing her. Like a mouth giving a kiss she opened, the head sliding in, her gasp both real and text. A second hand now played her, her fingers bumping inside as now she worked her own ass, cunt. No longer standing, no…god…the tension unbearable that way. Helen was on her knees, her mouth open once again, pleading with Him silently…

Go on… do it……….. Finish me…

She crawled as best she could to get close to his words, quiet as it scrolled on, the screen telling her each move, another fantasy moment, a new twist. Her open mouth finally filled now, the words spilling endlessly, effortlessly. Helen’s dream images merged, twisted. She was there, filled in all three portals, the cocks moving in and out, nothing more to her Alanya Öğrenci Escort at that time than flesh that pleasured her. She could smell them, their sweat, feel hot breathing. Their aftershaves mingled, gifts maybe from loved ones. The taste was so familiar, yet new again. Her tongue laved the rigid cock, her head bobbing slowly as it joined the beat of the lovers. Their hands gripped at her, pawed her skin, her hair. In, out, in, out. They beat a rhythm that burned her, never faster, never slower. Her body sucked at them, drawing them in. Helen breathed furiously through her nose, her wrist the only exposed flesh, the digits hidden, turning in her as she came again. Tears spilled freely down, salty trails as she wanted this…. please god, pleeeeeeease. Her hips bucked wildly, her ass filled as well.

No rational thoughts now, nothing real. She saw/felt the trembling again, stomach crunched inward as she came, then again, again. Felt/heard herself screaming then, the sperm hitting inside, splashing, running, burning. It ballooned her cheeks; her eyes open wide, frantic to drink it down. Her hand clutched his hips, mouth working still as her ass relaxed again, the wet trail of semen mingling with its partner in the front.

She lay there, puddled in their essence as the screen glowed, hungry to give her more. He teased her still, the stories never finished. New lovers entered, left, women kissing her sleeping mouth, her center, unseen hands on wet thighs. Other bodies called her, seemingly eternal enticements. She loved it but could not see how she fed it. Never sleeping, it watched her when she slept, pushing into her dreams. It gave and took, each moment a shared secret in dark passions, in empty rooms that only filled when the other joined in, dancing in kisses in the rain.

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Bdsm

All characters in this story engaging in sexual acts are over 18 years of age.

*****

I sat alone in my cabin for half an hour trying to watch some football. I ran through it in my mind. My sister and I had spent an evening, a night and a morning in dirty incest sex and I was fine with it, but for the nagging feeling that something should be bothering me about it. I had to talk with Janet.

I called her cabin. No answer, so I went over there. I feared I’d find her sobbing with guilt and hysterical at what we’d done, so maybe I should just stay the fuck away? No. We had to face what we’d done and move on.

But she wasn’t there. She’d left the door unlocked, so I knew she wasn’t hiding in there. As I turned to leave, she came around the fence and saw me. She smiled, saying “Geez, up for more already? I just went to straighten up in mum and dad’s room…” Her smile evaporated when she saw the hang-dog look on my face.

“What’s up little bro? Come inside.”

We sat on her bed. She asked: “You OK? I mean with what we did?”

“Hell yes, but. Well, I see you are too and I was really worried you might not be. But, well, I’m still really confused. Be honest?”

“Sure.”

“Janet,” I whispered, “We’re brother and sister and we had sex! All kinds of sex! Doesn’t it freak you out just a little bit?”

“No, and here’s why: Because it’s sex. We’re not going to live together and raise babies, go to parent-teacher nights, take little tots to piano lessons… Mike, if you can just see it as a physical, not an emotional thing, well, then it’s OK. I know, I know, it’s taboo…” She smiled now. “But Mikey my little stallion, it’s soo fucking hot!”

I smiled back: “Yeah. Um, JJ?”

“Yeah?”

“Still being honest?”

“Of course.”

“Did you do all that stuff before? I mean, apart from one handjob I was a total virgin…”

“NO! REALLY?”

“Yes. Don’t tease!”

“No I won’t. I mean… wow! I’m your first?”

“Yep. Don’t avoid the question.”

“I’m not, I’m just really fucking… honoured! Oh, what was the question?”

“About all the stuff we did.”

“Oh yeah. No. I mean, no I didn’t do most of it before.”

I brightened at that knowledge: “Now it’s me who’s honoured! So, what was new?”

“Easier to say what wasn’t. Um, I never peed on anybody or had them pee on me before. I’ve had cum on me and in me before, of course, but not in my bum and …”

“And what?” She’d almost blushed.

“I never let anybody cum in my mouth before either.”

“Oh wow. We were both virgins in some ways then.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“JJ, I still don’t quite get it. Oh I understand what you say about physical pleasure, at least I think I do. But if we’d just done some vanilla stuff that would tick the box. So why the new and kinky stuff?”

“Simple little bro. Because it was dirty and I wanted dirty sex. Tell me the dirty stuff didn’t get you off too?”

“Yeah, true that. Just sex would have been hot but you put icing on that cake Nettie.”

“Mikey, listen. If you freak out, OK, let it be history. But if not, well, we could have a lot of fun together.”

“Can you see my shorts?”

“Those are shorts? I thought you had a mini-tent on your lap for a pet kitten or something!”

“See what you do to me?”

Janet looked over her shoulder to confirm the curtains were closed, then scooted up on the bed so she rested against the bedboard. She spread her legs and pulled her loose shorts and black panties aside, and said: “Same as you do to me. I’m wet. Come feel.”

I touched her there tenderly, stroking her slick slit along its length before putting the end of my finger inside her and feeling the lava heat there. Just as she reached for the tie on my shorts, a voice rang out: “Janet? Are you there?”

It was our mother. Janet covered herself and squirmed back so we were innocently side by side on her bed, and I managed to lie face-down to hide my erection just as mum came into the cabin.

“In the bedroom, mum!” She called.

“Oh there you are, is Michael here too? Oh there you are. We came back earlier than we thought. How are you both?” Alanya Grup Escort

We made small talk, as if nothing had happened. We were like brother and sister chatting with mum for ten minutes, during which time Janet slipped me some foxy glances.

Then my ears pricked up at what mum said next: “We got word that the sale of the business is going through. Your dad’s gonna be leaving tomorrow to go sign the legal papers, I haven’t decided whether to go with him or stay here until he gets back. But the good news is, we’re not in any hurry to get back now since it’s just a matter of time before we get the sale finalised. Not to mention all that lovely money!”

We all smiled. The sale process had kept dad stressed for weeks. We told mum we wanted to go congratulate him, so off went the three of us.

I felt like the thief returning to the scene of the crime when we entered the suite where my sister and I had fucked sucked and cum just hours before. I saw that Janet had tidied up like she said. I wondered if the sheets had any evidence on them, but Janet answered my thoughts: “Oh mum? Our beach towels are in the drier, I got the sheets and towels changed for you.”

“Thanks hon.”

Our father joined us, we hugged and asked when he was going.

“If we get packed fast enough we can still get the early flight, but we’ll need to be out of here in an hour. Mum was dismayed: “An hour? Well I’d better get on with packing. We won’t need to take everything, Mike and Janet will stay in here anyway until we get back.”

That hour flew by then they were gone. Janet and I moved our gear in and then sat sipping iced tea. Janet threw me my bathers and unashamedly stripped naked to put on her yellow bikini. Five minutes later I was lazily floating on my back while Janet hung onto the side of the pool, intently watching something. She called me over.

Beside her now, she whispered for me to look over to the bushes at the end of the property, past the pump house. At first I saw nothing, then a little splash of red caught my eye. It was a girl’s bikini bottoms, and now that I knew where to look I saw what held Janet’s interest. The girl was on her knees blowing her man, out there in the open.

“Ooh, nice spotting sis.”

I felt Janet’s hand on my awakening cock. I knew nobody was behind us so I cupped her arse with my own hand, pressing her sex so that some of the fabric of her bikini was pushed inside her. Even through it, I could feel her heat.

It lasted maybe a minute until something spooked the couple and they hurriedly covered up and disappeared. I got behind Janet and whispered in her ear: “Pull your bikini aside.” She did, and I fished my erection out and put it to her box. She arched her back slightly and I pushed gently inside my lovely, sexy sister and just held it there. Gently, firmly, Janet pressed back against me. I reached up to cup her breasts, but a noise from our right told us of an approaching family so our lust went unsatisfied as we covered up and floated apart before they rounded the bushes and splashed into the water. We got out of the pool and lay on banana lounges, far enough away for nobody to hear our whispers.

I leaned over close: “As soon as my cock isn’t going to get me arrested we’re going back to the suite. I’m gonna stand you up against the wall and fuck you.”

“OK.” Then her wicked grin came back, and she set about making sure my cock wasn’t fit to be seen in public for some time: “Pussy or bum? Cos either would be good. Or maybe I could suck you off and you blow on my tits. Oh wait! I know! Kneel between my long, smooth, supple thighs and lick my pussy till I’m ready to explode. Then slip your cock in, finish me off, and fuck me hard until you blow in me. Deal?”

“Bitch!”

She laughed loud and long, pleased with herself for turning me on so easily and so deeply. Then she sat up, grabbed the sunscreen, and sat astride my bum.

I protested: “I don’t need more…”

“Shut up. Keep still.”

My dirty, sexy sister had a dirty, sexy plan. She put a little of the lotion on her hands and rubbed it into my back. I was still uncomfortably hard, but her gentle caresses Alanya İranlı Escort were very pleasant and for about a minute I just lay there enjoying her touch. Then I became aware of wet warmth. My bum was wet from the pool, now it was wet and very warm.

Janet was pissing on me as she sat there. I flinched but she stopped me, in any case I wasn’t going anywhere with her on me like that. I heard a faint hiss as her pressure built, my arse crack was flooded with her pee, and it puddled down around my stomach and soaked my crotch. The minx giggled as she kept up the appearance of just massaging lotion into my back as she emptied her bladder on me. I loved it of course, and I knew we’d not be caught even as her pee soaked through the lounger and splattered onto the grass.

When she finished she patted my back, looked around in case anybody saw her dripping crotch, then lay down on her lounger, sideways, grinning at me. Her long hair hung down over her eyes, she flicked it away, and in that moment of distraction I leapt on her and tickled. She squealed – a couple of people looked our way but otherwise we were just two people playing in the sun. But the real reason I tickled was to sit with my thighs over her boobs and let some of the wetness of my shorts soak her tits. Not much of a payback, but good enough.

She giggled. I sat on the ground beside her so I could whisper again: “I’m gonna cover my boner with my towel. I’m as hard as a rock. Come with me now?”

She smiled and nodded. She gathered our things, I walked behind her and as we went up the steps I made sure I got an eyeful of her perfect buttocks in that tantalising bikini. She looked back at me, still smiling, then we were at the door to the suite.

Inside, I pushed the door closed, dropped my towel and pulled down my sister’s bikini bottom. My shorts were next, then I pinned her to the hallway wall. I could stand no delay. She nodded. I bent my knees and held my cock to her opening. She wriggled, I pushed, she adjusted. I slipped inside my sister, she pressed back, biting my shoulder gently: “Oh god you’re so hard, Mike! Do me. Fuck me hard. Don’t wait for me.”

I didn’t. Couldn’t. She’d got me so hot that I felt the jizz boiling within seconds, then it was rushing through my aching cock to spurt in her honeypot once more. Panting, my heart racing, I pushed my cock once more into her hole but missed and it slipped past its target to nestle between her pussy lips.

“Oh sorry JJ. I came so quickly.”

“It’s OK. Sort of a compliment. Like I told you before, it’s a real turnon for me knowing you desire me so much. When you lose control it just proves that you do.”

She hugged me as my issue trickled back out and over the top of my cock. Then she lightened the atmosphere: “But don’t think this episode is over, mate. You owe me big time.”

“Mmm, I guess I do.”

We parted. Impulsively I leaned back and kissed Janet on the mouth. She said: “Jeez, mate. I let you fuck me, lick my pussy, cum in my mouth, in my bum. And only now do you give a girl a kiss!”

As we laughed gently I kissed her again. Our lips nibbled, tongues tickled at each other. But a practicality got in the way. Janet put her hand between her legs to stop my cum dripping out, and ran off comically to clean herself up. I picked up our wet things, followed her to the bathroom and dropped them in the bath. Janet was tinkling into the toilet. When she saw me looking, she impishly parted her thighs so I could watch her pee into the bowl. When she’d done, she wiped then stood, lost her bikini bra and ran the shower. She soaped up and washed quickly, stepped out for me to step in and clean up too.

We dressed in beach pants – thin cottony things with draw strings. Janet put on a T-shirt. We sat, sipping cold Cokes. I had questions.

“Nettie? Can I ask something?”

“Sure.”

“Um, we gonna do this like, forever? I mean, won’t you find another bloke, I’ll settle down with Miss Right, you know what I mean?”

“Would you want to?”

“I don’t know. Maybe, but well we’re not in love with anyone right now but if either of us was…”

“Well, we won’t know unless it Alanya Manken Escort happens. Meantime, you happy to keep fucking your sister?”

“Hell yes. Still like your brother’s cock?”

“Nah, not really.”

I leaped on her and tickled her again. She squealed and we rolled onto the hard floor with a bump, then she pinned my shoulders while she got astride me. Her pussy was on my stomach. She looked intensely at me then leaned down slowly until her lips brushed mine. I gave her my tongue to nibble, she gave me hers to lick and suck. I remembered what she’d said before – ‘only now do you give a girl a kiss’ – and laughed into her mouth.

“What?”

“Stupid, isn’t it? After all we’ve done together I thought it weird to kiss my sister.”

“Does it still weird you out?”

“Nothing could, I don’t think. Not with you. I don’t pretend to understand it, but…”

“But what?”

“I’ve got a boner. Any idea where to put it?”

Janet stood and stripped naked, squatted to pull my boner out of its prison, and sat on it.

“I’ve been wet too long to go without. Lay back and be my fucktoy like I did for you.”

Sounded fair. And since I’d recently blew a load, I could just enjoy the experience of giving unselfish sex to my sister as she had done for me. She rode me gently, I played with her tits, thumb-frigged her clit, pushed my hips at her grinding pussy, occasionally frantic-fucked up at her to make her gasp and pant, then slipping back passively for her to rock and grind on my cock as she saw fit. I didn’t know if I would cum, but I wanted her to.

I think it took about ten minutes before I noticed her pussy turning to squelch and her tits heaving with her breath. I pulled at her nipples and twisted them – her hands clasped mine to them as I tortured them some more.

“Oh fuck me Mikey. This is fucking heaven.”

I raised my hips and the extra penetration and clit pressure sent her towards climax. With deliberate but quickening strokes, my sister used her hips up and back and forth to fuck my pole full length, my hands still tweaking her nipples, her cunt all wet heat around my shaft. I had an inspiration. I sat up slightly, reached behind her and poked my index finger at her butthole. It went in to the second knuckle and she screamed with delight.

My other hand went to her lower tummy so my thumb could tease her clit, while she kneaded her breasts, all the while rocking and now bucking on my cock. My belly and pubes were wet with her juices, my gorgeous fucking sister’s juices, and I wanted nothing more than for her to cum for me.

We were slick with sweat, faces red from the effort, Janet’s hair dangling close to my face. She leaned back down, kiss-spoke into my mouth: “Finger my arse. I’m gonna c-cum.”

I felt her pussy turning to liquid fire and her bum squeeze my finger as her climax rose, at first just little ripples of her thighs and heaves of her perfect tits, then thigh-jerks, then panting squeaks. It was like she was crying. She looked once into my eyes, hers full of raw lust, then threw her head and hair back as she opened up her throat and cried aloud.

“Ahhh fuck, Mmmm oh yesss!”

Pushing up hard now to stay inside her, I gave her my cock to grind on as she jerked and bucked out a grunting orgasm that seemed to me to have no beginning, but unfortunately had to come to an end.

When it did she collapsed on top of me, kissing me passionately and I think with some gratitude. I kissed back. Her pussy still pulsed and twitched, her thighs trembled a little more, and I could feel her drumming heart against my chest. I stayed hard in her for some minutes, letting her revel in the afterglow until she was ready to come back to me.

“Oh jesus Mikey. I just answered the question. No matter how much I might love someone else, I don’t ever want to stop fucking my brother.”

Deep down I felt the same way and I told her so. We kissed some more. We made love some more. Those few days we had together, finding each other, were never topped but we came close may times.

EPILOGUE

I am married now, my wife doesn’t know about my incest passion for my sister. Janet has two off-and-on boyfriends who she loves spending time with. Neither knows about the other nor of course about me.

Last night, Janet and I fucked for the first time in nearly a month. It was in the fields near her house; it was frantic, messy, quick. And the bitch pissed on me afterwards. And I love her for it.

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My Sister Anastasia Pt. 01

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Everyone having sex is at least 18. This story is a work of fiction. I made it all up. Check reality at the door and enjoy it for what it is. Special thanks to goducks111 for his help and making this a better story.

Chapter 1 – Finding Anastasia

Like most nights for the last two years, I am on the streets of a large city, looking through another dark alley. I work in a motel room during the day as a programmer/consultant. I work online, which allows me to be anywhere. That suits my needs perfectly. Typically, NASA has me working on projects, often reviewing research and new designs.

It’s dark, cold, and windy, what a surprise for downtown Chicago. I am wearing a long, dark black, wool trench coat with mittens and a stocking cap. I am fueled by the hope that I can fix the mistake my parents made ten long years ago when my misunderstood sister was ejected from our home on her 18th birthday. I was fourteen at the time, a child genius, my parents were proud of me. I was going to make them lots of money.

My parents are labeled as a genius too, but they have had a much harder time dealing with life. They couldn’t make the transition from brilliant to successful. I have had no such problems. It’s been easy for me to cope and adapt with children and adults as I grew up. For my parents, I was their meal ticket to easy street. That didn’t work out. They miscalculated my love for my sister. She was the one person in the world that could intellectually challenge me. That made her unique, which is a huge thing with me.

Imagine growing up, and you know all the answers to any question they ask. No joke is funny, you know the punchline as they ask the question. There are very few surprises in life. It’s boring. Unless you have an older sister that asks questions that challenge your morals, values, and intellect. She made me decide what was necessary, right and wrong and made me think about theory rather than just facts. She taught me to think three dimensionally. No, not as in three-dimensional items, it’s a term we developed to describe how we approach problem-solving. I use it every day.

My sister is far smarter than me. However, she was mentally unstable and never reached her potential. My parents never saw her potential, they just wanted a quick payday. They didn’t want to be bothered with her. She had a trust fund from the grandparents that she tapped into every so often, that’s how I know what city she was in. I had written several phone apps and made boatloads of money, more than I will ever need in two lifetimes. I have the resources to go out searching the streets for my sister now that I am twenty-four, much to the disappointment of my parents that wanted to sell my abilities to the highest bidder.

I am a geeky kid and had few friends in school. I was a loner, kids never understood me. Other kids were so far behind me we had nothing in common. Annie, she was impressive. However, as she aged, she started acting irrational and seemed unstable. She could be violent if provoked.

While lost in thought remembering these details, I run into a phone pole. Ouch! I notice several bums in an alley pushing a woman, it’s worth checking out. As I get close, her hair is black, my sister is blond. This woman is fat and puffy where my sister was always skinny, another false alarm.

The guys are pushing the girl and hitting her. I yell at them to leave her alone. I am in fantastic shape at 6′ 4″, 250 lbs. I am imposing to most people, but not this group. I call 911 and advise that an ambulance and the police should come around as the group will be needing their services soon.

I have no idea that two high school punks are coming up behind me. One stabs me in the shoulder while the second goes for my wallet. I have adrenaline going from the anticipated fight. Instead of going down and freaking out, I get mad. With lightning reflexes, I turn on the punks, relieve them of their weapons, and smash their faces. They both drop like a sack of potatoes.

Two officers pull up in time to watch the crazy lady limp to us. Her face is full of bruises. She is muttering numbers as she walks up.

The woman stops, looks up at us, and says, “Charlie has been stabbed with a 6 ¾” knife in the right shoulder. He needs eight stitches.”

She then turns to the side, throws up, and falls unconscious.

Policeman

questions me, “Do you know her?”

I reply with uncertainty, “I didn’t think so, but my name is Charlie. I’m looking for my sister that I haven’t seen in ten years. She was blond and thin last time I saw her.”

I feel lightheaded, I sit down.

I request, “She goes to the hospital too. If there’s a chance she’s my sister, I have to know.”

Then the world starts to black out. I see paramedics, we are 3.42 miles from Cook County hospital, I will live.

Chapter 2 – Cook County Hospital

I wake up in the ER. I have been bandaged, there are IV’s in me, and they’re giving me blood. The nurse looks like she is part of a biker gang due to an abundance Alanya Esmer Escort of tattoos and piercings, although she is dressed in pure white. Tattoos, piercings, spiked hair, not my type.

Still groggy, I ask, “What happened to the woman who came in with me?”

Biker nurse says in a pleasing voice, “She’s in psych, crazy as a loon. She spouts off numbers constantly.”

Now intrigued, I start commanding, “That crazy woman just might be my sister. I want her cleaned up, given new clothes, recorded, and then I want every blood test you can do, done. If this hospital can’t handle that, prepare to have her transported to Lake Forest.”

Biker nurse is surprised by my request and asks, “Why would you want to record her?”

Knowingly, I tell her, “I am pretty sure some of the numbers I heard were her calculating pi, others were latitude and longitude coordinates. She is more than she seems. Am I staying or transferring?”

Biker nurse coldly says, “Our average patient is from Cook County Jail. They will happily milk you dry doing tests. You name it, we will do it.”

Explaining myself, “I’m looking for anything that might cause her mental condition. I want to see her clean, I need to verify if she is my sister or not. I’ll help her either way, but my pockets are far deeper for my sister. Can I go now?”

Biker nurse laughs at me, “Baby, you are rich, clean, cute, and you lost a bunch of blood, we’re keeping you for at least the night.”

I ask the nurse, “The lady that might be my sister said I was stabbed with a six- and three-quarter-inch blade and would need eight stitches. How many did they put in?

Biker nurse looks it up and then drops the chart, she looks speechless but mumbles, “Eight stitches. How?”

I smile, “She is more than she seems.”

Several psych people interview me about her past and my requests. Tests are in progress, they clean her up, they interview her, medicate her, and then lock her up. I don’t want her leaving on me. Cook County Hospital knows how to keep people where they belong.

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The next day I am set free and taken to see the homeless woman that I hope is my sister. With gaining so much weight, her face is puffy. However, her gorgeous golden blond hair is back, although cut short because it was “a mess.” She smiles when she sees me, and then starts with the numbers.

I inform the staff, “She is rattling off the latitude and longitude coordinates of houses we lived in, and now she is calculating pi again. Can I hear the recordings from yesterday?”

Psych doc coldly responds, “She repeated this over and over.”

He plays about ten minutes of my sister listing numbers.

With each number I get more excited, “That is the coordinates of each city she has stayed at for the last five or so years and the amount she paid for each bus ticket to move. We have found my sister Anastasia. Hi Annie!” I hug her.

Annie stops her mumbling, looks at me and with a sad voice, “Charlie. Help,” then falls asleep from the meds.

I ask with a concerned voice, “How is she physically?”

Doc states coldly, “Physically, she’s a mess, that isn’t uncommon for street people. A good diet, some vitamins, and some exercise, and she will show remarkable improvement. What doesn’t improve we’ll target with medication. I believe you are right; something is causing her condition. She seems highly intelligent.”

My first thought is, “No shit doc. She makes you look like a mental midget.” I stay silent.

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For two weeks she is heavily medicated. Methodically they search for and find issues. Prescriptions are written, tests were redone, dosages adjusted. As we get close, Annie stops spewing numbers when awake. I can’t ever remember her being awake and not talking. She wakes up with me and the doctor at her bedside.

Annie cheerfully says, “Doc, no more sleeping pills.”

She tells them how to adjust the drug dosages. They agree. I am on my feet; I want to rush to her. Will she remember me?

Annie scolds me, “Well, aren’t you going to come hug your sister?”

I jump at her and squeeze her tight. Immediately her hand goes to my stab wound that is still healing.

I smirk, “I am almost fully healed.”

I explain, “I have been searching for a couple of years. I didn’t even recognize you. It was pure chance that we met.”

Annie corrects me, “No, I caused the fight and relied on your sense of honor to save me. My mind has been here all along, my body just didn’t respond. There was a haze and a disconnect between my mind and my body. You never wavered, even at home you knew something was wrong, yet nobody listened to you. They just wanted me gone. When can I leave?”

Chapter 3 – Shopping, Work, & Sleeping

Three days later, we leave the hospital. The moment we are outside, she takes my hand and never lets go. I take her to Michigan Avenue. I give her a credit card with her name on it, so she can pay without my help. I want Alanya Eve Gelen Escort to give back her independence. I get a hug and tears. She bought a purse, wallet, three full sets of clothes, luggage, a coat, and five sets of shoes.

Why does a woman with three sets of clothes need five pairs of shoes? I will never understand.

At the hotel, I suggest getting a second room. However, she wants no part of being alone. We go to a nice Greek restaurant for dinner. We have an early flight in the morning, that means an early start. Annie takes her shower first. She comes out wrapped in towels, I take my shower next. I come out in my boxers to find her in bed wearing her bra, panties, and the button-down dress shirt that I wore today.

Annie states, “This is more comfortable than what we bought, and I like to smell you. Now get in bed, wrap your arms around me, and make me feel safe.”

Laying there, she looks sexy. She’s cleaned up nicely, her nice big tits are filling her bra, her blonde hair is much shorter from having it cut, although it’s styled now, her eyes are a deep blue, narrow jaw, a serious look on her face, and a smile that stops cars. She looks good enough to fuck if she wasn’t my sister. I can only imagine what is going through her head after so many years. I turn off the lights, get in bed, wrap her in my arms, and we both fall asleep quickly.

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On the plane the following day we are in first class, enjoying a mimosa, the questions finally come rapid fire and it went like this: Where do I live? Near Orlando. Where do I work? Self-employed but I do a lot of projects for NASA. How did I get my money? I wrote smartphone games and made millions. How long can she stay? Forever. Do I have a girlfriend? No. Why not? Late nights searching side streets don’t reveal many women I want. Why did I go looking for her? Our parents are assholes, and I love my sister. Do I want a girlfriend or boyfriend? Girlfriend. How far can she go on the credit card? Keep it under eight figures. Was it worth the effort to find her? Yes. Why?

Why? Why did I feel the need to find her and spend all that effort?

After a pause, I am unsure and reply, “I don’t know. I always thought there was more to you than a pretty face. I thought mom and dad were stupid for not trying harder to help you. I hated them for that. I looked up to you, you were my older sister. You were the one person that challenged me mentally. I felt the need to make sure you got a fair shot at life. We have much to do when we get home.”

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We arrive at the Orlando airport, get my car, and drive to NASA. I have a meeting with my boss. I go to Joe’s office, the guy I am helping, and we are at odds on how to do this project. Annie has had enough.

Annie is condescending, “Joe, are you listening to him? Charlie’s design is simpler, easier to test, and easier to support. You’re over-engineering this. It’s not rocket science.”

Actually, in this case, it is rocket science. She then proceeds to show him five flaws with his idea.

Joe is flustered, “Ok, I give up. By the way, who do you work for?”

A confident Annie responds, “In less than 90 minutes, NASA, after you take me to HR.”

Joe is dubious, “What will you be doing?”

Annie is confident, “What’s the most challenging job they have?”

Joe gives up. We go up to HR, Annie takes several tests, she only needed twenty minutes to take four, one-hour tests. A group of people came back later, each with an offer. She starts Monday doing something important. No SSN (social security number, an American national ID number) so she is a contractor. She’ll have to get one. We have a nice lunch at an outside café then go to the gym. Tim is the owner; we are good friends.

I sign Annie up and get her Seth, their best trainer, to work with her. Naturally, she objects, I insist, she relents. I notice that at the gym, she doesn’t hold my hand. When we get home, I get her a family doctor, gynecologist, dentist, and psych appointments for Friday. We go out for a nice dinner again and then home. Unload the luggage, get her settled into the guest bedroom. She sleeps in my shirt and bed again. So much for well-laid plans. I must admit, it does feel nice to have a woman holding me at night and pressing her large breasts into me, even if it is all innocent.

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I only have cereal for breakfast. I take her out and teach her to drive. Fifteen minutes later, she is an expert. We go to the DMV to get a license, no SSN, no birth certificate, no license. I throw lawyers at the issue, let them fix it. We get her a bank account but can’t because she doesn’t exist. No SSN. I get a joint account for us if I am primary, she is OK. They see her as a child in the system because of no SSN. I laugh at that. My older sister is in the system as my child. Nice system.

We buy work-out clothes, work clothes, and then go to the gym. She is stunning in yoga pants. Seth is a pro, she isn’t in shape, but Alanya Evi Olan Escort he pushes her harder than she would have on her own. We get home, and the faucet turns on. Annie is crying hard on the couch. I am at a loss, what did I do wrong?

Annie, as she is crying, “I am so embarrassed. I don’t have Social Security or a birth certificate. Did you see those women in the gym? I am fat, ugly, and worthless. And dammit, you were right about having a trainer too!”

I sit down next to Annie and hold her in my arms.

I whisper in her ear, “I think you are one of the most beautiful women I know. In six months, no man will say no to you. Your hair is a gorgeous golden blond, it’s nicely styled, your eyes need no makeup, you are beautiful without it, your breasts are large and perky, your legs in those yoga pants go on forever, but it’s your smile that has always captivated me. I like you for just being you.”

Her tears stop.

I suggest, “How about I make some dinner now?”

She watches me make dinner. That night, again in my shirt, she sleeps in my bed, but this time she places my hands on her breasts. I politely try to move them like she made a mistake, but it is no mistake. She forces my hands to stay there, I comply. I certainly don’t mind.

Annie whispers, “It makes me feel like a desirable woman.”

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The dentist has a cancellation, so we do the dentist on Thursday morning, she got a good cleaning. We then go to the gym. Seth pushes her hard again, he is worth every penny. I flirt with some of the beautiful women there but lose interest when all they talk about is my body.

On the way home I had to answer to the flirting. Typical self-doubt. Is she holding me back? Why didn’t I pick one? I sure hope that psych doc can help. At night my hands go straight to her breasts and play with them a tiny bit. It’s sick of me to do this, but damn, I sure love her tits, and she seems to like it as well.

Chapter 4 – Meeting Laura

Friday, the doc is happy with her progress, gynecologist says plumbing is all right, we drive to the psych doc, she wants to see both of us. We walk in to see Laura. She is stunning. Easily 6′ tall, long black hair, perfectly straight, she is thin as a rail, must work out a lot. She has a lab coat on but a short skirt underneath and a tight white blouse.

She has enormous perky breasts, almost pointing at me. She has deep green eyes on bright white skin, no tanning for this lady. No rings on the finger. She has the perfect smile and exudes friendliness. I am sure most men stare at her rack, it is awe-inspiring, but her eyes captivate me. I see her checking me out.

She grabs my hand, “Hello, Charlie, you called about your sister.”

As I stare at her eyes, I tell our story.

Laura clinically states, “You have a remarkable story, but why are you here? What can I do for you?”

I explain, “Annie didn’t experience high school, dating, sex, love, friendships, confrontation, all the things that we have experienced as we grew up. I want someone that she can talk to, that can understand her feelings, that might be willing to explain things.

“She just got a job today at NASA. She’s never had a job, never worked with others, never been bullied. I’m not equipped to deal with all of this. My experience with women is my mom nagging my sister, my sister taking abuse, and four girlfriends for screwing.”

I continue lovingly, “She needs more than just me. She deserves better than me. She is special.”

Laura confidently says, “I see your point, and I can help. However, it sounds like you have issues as well. You missed your childhood and didn’t have friends. You and I need to meet as well. You are better than you think. Most guys stare at my tits and can’t look at me. You could have abused your sister or ignored her. You see her beauty that she doesn’t yet. You mean a lot to her. Are you sleeping together yet?”

Oh shit, what do I say? Annie solves that problem.

Annie confidently says, “Yes.”

My eyes go to the floor, my cheeks blush. How embarrassing.

Laura is intrigued, “Are you fucking?”

WHAT THE FUCK! How can she possibly ask that?

Annie is still confident, “No, but I make him sleep with his hands on my breasts. He likes it.”

That’s it, I am going to hell.

Laura says seductively, “Annie, I want you to take off your clothes.”

Annie straight out asks, “Why? That isn’t standard practice for these types of issues.”

Laura is giddy, “No, it isn’t. I am testing your self-esteem, your promiscuity, your sense of right and wrong. Had you stripped without blushing I would have known you fucked your brother. He is loyal, saved your life, is wealthy, and way too cute for a young man. Why haven’t you fucked him?”

Annie is no longer confident, she seems worried, “I am too fat and ugly, I’m not worthy yet.”

Laura purrs, “Oooooh, you two are going to be interesting. Every Friday, Charlie 3:00 and Annie 4:00. I can help both of you.”

Chapter 5 – Dinner

It has been six months since the day I found Annie. Work is good for her, it fills many holes in her life, it keeps her busy and tests her mentally. Laura has been awesome for both of us, but she is trying to get both of us to be more sexually active, “to be human,” as she calls it.

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Karalynn waltzed down the stairs and scanned the posh black tie event for any decent looking men. Two golden spheres threatened to explode out the top of her slinky red dress. The salesperson had described it as a plunging neckline and it dipped all the way to the valley between her heaving breasts. Her slender temptress legs were covered with black lace- topped thigh high’s. She meandered over to the bar and as she waited for her Bacardi and coke she squeezed her legs together and relished the feel of the silky, smooth nylons against her skin. She smiled at the secret that she kept. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. She had slipped them on, but then slid them off again and smiled slyly at her deviousness. She also wore unnaturally high black heels that added inches to her already up- to- there legs.

She sipped her drink from the icy glass as her dark eyes searched the room. Shiny, ebony hair hung down to the middle of her back. It was thick and blanketed her during sex. Her last boyfriend liked to pretend that she was Pocahontas and he was John Smith. She had also been a hula girl for him once. But she wasn’t Indian or Hawaiian she was Japanese- American and any man who couldn’t figure that out didn’t deserve to be with her. Before Karalynn became completely lost in her own remorse a tall, shadowy figure caught her eye.

He made eye contact with her and said adieu to the person he was speaking with. As he moved towards her Karalynn could see his dark hair was long and it reflected the mood lighting of the ballroom. His coffee brown eyes hid any feelings that he was harboring. He was dressed in a black and white tuxedo. He fought his wayward hair to remain behind his ears but it wouldn’t. His wide, square jaw was peppered with a five o’clock shadow. They moved towards each other and met along the perimeter wall of the modest sized ballroom. He walked towards her confidently and she swayed her center of sexuality as she moved closer to him. Their eyes remained fixed upon each other and his pink lips transfigured themselves into a smile. Karalynn knew who he was before he introduced himself. He was Jeremy Mcaffee, the C.E.O’s son.

But Karalynn was taken with this man and she could feel her heart racing with the optical pleasure that he was providing her. Eye Candy. When they converged the world around them ceased to exist. She raised her pale golden arm and pushed a lock of hair back behind his ear. His gaze startled her and Karalynn was shocked that she had the audacity to touch this Adonis. Her pointed tongue crept out of her mouth and imbued her Randy Red lips with moisture. She politely smiled at him but said nothing. He wished that this goddess before him would speak, but he took the initiative.

“Hello. I’m Jeremy.” His voice was deep and meaningful. Karalynn was scared that he was going to be the run of the mill cocky son- of -the- boss, but he wasn’t. When he opened his mouth to speak his melodic words resonated like a twenty piece orchestra. He had the voice of an angel and the face of a god. Karalynn’s fear that he was going to be all looks and no brain was quickly put to rest. With his introduction he had said so much more than just his name.

“I’m Karalynn.” As soon as the words escaped her she wished that she could have taken them back and said them differently. Her voice came out thin and lifeless. She became afraid of the power that this man seem to have over her but she found that she was also strangely enjoying it.

“Would you like to go somewhere more private?” She followed him without answering. Karalynn felt her conscience telling her that she should be wary of this man but she allowed herself to be led into the game room. The walls were paneled with dark wood and the ceiling was low. Jeremy’s presence filled the tiny room. Karalynn was apprehensive and her palms were moist with desire and the fluttering in her stomach was growing more persistent. Jeremy walked behind the cherry wood bar and poured himself a drink. Karalynn took note of her surroundings. Rich, chocolate brown carpet made the concrete basement floor luxurious. The walls were bare and the track lighting dimly lit the room. A brown La- Z- Boy chair sat angled in the far corner of the room and a matching couch was perched nearby. Only a red felt topped pool table separated her and Jeremy. She looked over the billiards table and settled on Jeremy’s smiling face staring at her.

“Looking for an escape route?”

“Not at all. Should I be?”

“That depends.”

“On what, pray tell.”

“You.” Karalynn nodded.

“Oh.”

“Are you enjoying Dad’s holiday get together? He thinks that I need to be here. This is my favorite room in the house. I used to come here when I was little to escape from my Mom and Dad’s parties. I know, I sound like all the other rich kids, bitching and moaning. But, I never asked to have rich parents. If I had it my way I would give all of this up to have had a father who was there for me. Someone to play pool with me.” He nodded towards the pool Alanya Fetiş Escort table and then took a gulp of his Chivas.

Karalynn walked around the pool table and as she did so she sent the cue ball careening into other miscellaneous balls that adorned the top of the table. When she arrived in front of Jeremy she set her brown eyes on him and he put his manly hand under her chin and raised her head. He leaned down and sent her on a roller coaster ride with his kiss. He put his hands under her arms and gently lifted her onto the pool table. She gave herself to him. He was her God and she was his clay to mold. He pushed her long black hair behind her shoulders and started kissing her neck. He nibbled on her earlobe and she moaned her approval.

As she was immersed in the pleasure she noticed a nagging feeling creeping up on her. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. It started as a small black dot, like a cavity, but as the sweetness of Jeremy attacked her it took over her body and crippled her. She throbbed with pain. She wanted Jeremy to like her and care for her. She was tired of one-night stands. She wanted someone who wanted more from her than just her body. But deep down she was afraid that maybe there wasn’t anything more to her than her body. Whether most of the people that she had slept with cared for her or not the feeling of being wanted was just the same. Or so she thought. But she knew that it wasn’t because she still had that emptiness and aching inside of her.

She tried to concentrate on being seduced, but she couldn’t. She felt dirty and shameful and she was sick with the thought of the horrified look that Jeremy would have when he found out. She pushed him away and asked him to stop. As she looked up at him her pleading eyes were welling up with tears.

“Karalynn, it’s okay.” She shook her head and sent pools of salty tears streaming down her face, as she turned red with embarrassment. She had never lost control before and she no longer enjoyed it. “Honey, whatever you want. It’s okay. I’m not going to do anything that you don’t want.” She believed him. The gentleness in this large creature had swept her off her feet again. She was glad that she was sitting on the pool table because her legs would have betrayed her.

She lifted her moistened eyelashes to him and uttered, “I’m not wearing any underwear. I am dirty and shameful and you don’t want me. All I am is a body, and nothing more.” She was amazed at how honest she was being. Karalynn was not a quiet person, but she was secretive. She avoided all intimate questions with mind games and men found her intriguing. She felt shallow and had hoped that Jeremy would be able to fill the emptiness inside of her.

“It’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with not wearing any underwear.” She didn’t agree with him but he gave her a tissue and she dabbed away the tears that slid over her dimpled cheeks. After she regained her composure she laughed at herself.

“I’m sorry.” Jeremy didn’t mind that she had broken down. He hated plastic people who had no real feelings and rehearsed every emotion. He thought that Karalynn had been the most palpable and beautiful when she was crying. His body was still wrought with desire for her. He held her golden hand between his callused brown palms. She was soft, smooth, and womanly. He picked her up and carried her to the oversized leather couch in the darkened corner. He placed her on the couch and she urged him on with her dark, sultry eyes.

“Are you sure? It’s okay if you’re not.” She grasped his head and pulled him towards her. He kneeled beside her and began kissing her deeply and passionately. Karalynn kissed him back and her golden hands held his dark head close to her. He nibbled her bottom lip and then thrust his pink tongue into her mouth and stroked the roof of her mouth. He tore away from the kiss and ran his hot tongue over the delicate curve of her neck. His warm, wet kisses made her body salivate for him and she undressed him as he administered kisses to her collarbone. She pushed his black tuxedo coat off of his shoulders and onto the floor. She fumbled with his shirt buttons but within minutes she ran her hands over his smooth, bare chest. She grabbed his shoulders and squeezed his biceps. She always fell for a great pair of arms.

Jeremy pulled away from the kiss and began to undress her. He delicately raised her foot and unbuckled her black high -heeled shoe. He let each one drop to the floor. He ran his hands up the length of her shapely legs as he shot her a smoldering look. His hands slid behind her and undid the fastening of her dress. He drew the top down to her waist and exposed her cleavage. He dipped his head low and licked the swell of her breasts. Karalynn murmured with delight. Jeremy shifted her as he slid his arms around her back to unleash her breasts. He fumbled with the clasp and Karalynn smiled. He peeled the strapless black lace bra from her golden body and dropped it next to her shoes. Karalynn bit her lower Alanya Gecelik Escort lip and watched through glazed eyes as Jeremy’s strong masculine hands fondled her suntanned breasts. He rubbed the pad of his thumbs across her nipples until they tightened into two erect buds and a sigh emanated from Karalynn.

He captured her nipple in his mouth and encircled it with his tongue. Slowly at first and then he gradually increased his speed. Jeremy’s hot saliva ran down Karalynn’s breast in little trickles that drove her wild with anticipation. When he saw how he was undoing her he applied his torture to her other aching breast. Karalynn arched her back and thrust her breasts towards his mouth as she shook her head back and forth. The bulge in Jeremy’s pants grew harder as his groin rubbed against Karalynn’s thigh high clad legs. He thought that he might explode with his lust for her so he grabbed her dress and tugged it down her long shapely legs. She kicked it onto the floor with the rest of their clothes. Karalynn was gorgeous and Jeremy was quickly losing control of the situation. His breath caught in his throat as his fingers grabbed the lace of each thigh high and simultaneously stripped her bronzed legs of them. She lay before him, naked and beautiful, and Jeremy knew that he was already in love with her. He slid away from her and ran his tongue around the circular protrusion of her anklebone and continued his burning path towards her knee. His tongue grazed the back of her knee with light feathery strokes and Karalynn closed her eyes and arched her back. Never before had a man cared about her so much that he devoted his attention to her and not himself. Karalynn’s body was on fire. Jeremy’s tongue continued its path up her thigh but he changed his torture method to soft kisses. Karalynn grew moist between her thighs and she ached for him.

Jeremy knelt on the floor and rested his upper body on the couch. He covered her abdomen with sensual kisses before he parted her legs and tickled her swollen clitoris with his tongue. Karalynn grabbed Jeremy’s head and held it between her legs. Her hips rocked with the pleasure his pointed tongue inflicted upon her most sensitive spot. Karalynn closed her eyes and lost herself in the experience. Jeremy began to thrust his tongue in and out of her. Soon she writhed her hips wildly against his mouth as she neared orgasm. Her legs closed tightly around his head and would not let go. Jeremy pulled his tongue from inside of her and sucked her clitoris into his mouth. Karalynn thrust her body haphazardly and arched her back until Jeremy sent her over the edge into a heavenly flight of colors and emotions that came so fast her mind couldn’t register them. She experienced them as they washed over her and then released her from their grip.

Jeremy smiled at Karalynn as her eyelids opened and closed slowly with the longing for sleep. He watched her as she enjoyed the calmness that follows a storm. When she emerged from her hazy state of drunken pleasure she found Jeremy sucking on her clitoris, again. Karalynn had never felt so warm and safe as she did with Jeremy. She sat up and looked into his eyes.

“You are like no man that I have ever been with. Long ago I stopped believing there were any decent men. It seemed to me that they just beat you, or raped you, or worse yet only pretended that they loved you. But, way down inside I always dreamed of real love. You know, the kind of love that movies are made of. I always thought that I was silly. My theories of love have gotten me hurt plenty of times. Recently, I started settling to just have a man think that I was beautiful. One night of lust was better than nothing.”

“Oh, Karalynn. There are decent men in the world. Real love does exist, but maybe it’s not quite like in the movies. And, and its not silly, your thoughts about true love, everyone dreams of it, I think. We all get hurt, but without the bitter you can’t appreciate the sweetness life offers. Karalynn, you are beautiful and you shouldn’t need any horny man’s one night stand to prove it! Do you think that this is only going to be a one time thing?”

“I don’t think that I can take the pain of that thought right now. I’m sorry that I’m such an emotional mess. I guess that life has been throwing me some curves that I don’t know how to handle. Oh, just forget everything that I’ve said. Sex makes me honest.” She looked away from him and for the second time that night he realized that beneath the tough exterior was a scared little girl who didn’t always know what she wanted. Karalynn’s drive had scared him. Jeremy never knew anyone who seemed so resolute on what they wanted and he didn’t think that she was real. But, he realized that she was a real person with feelings and emotions and he loved her.

As he looked at her down cast eyes all of his yearning for her returned. He leaned towards her and kissed her. Karalynn pulled Jeremy down on top of her. Her hands feverently unbuttoned his pants and pushed Alanya Genç Escort them to the floor. Karalynn removed every article of Jeremy’s clothing. Her eyes drank in his naked body in hungry gulps. She had been with a few men but Jeremy was striking. She could tell that he was a man who took pride in his appearance and certainly was not bashful. He was strong and gentle, masculine and efficient, but caring and sweet. Karalynn slipped onto the floor between his legs and began caressing his thighs with her tongue. She wanted to give Jeremy the same pleasure that he had given her. She wrapped her slender hand around his brown penis and gave him a look that set his loins on fire.

She pushed her pointed pink tongue between her lips and licked the tip of his penis, all the while keeping eye contact with him. She pulled the bulbous tip of his penis into her mouth and then she slid her mouth down until her lips were kissing his brown curls. Jeremy gasped with the excitement of seeing his entire manhood being submersed in her honey sweet mouth. Karalynn pleasured him orally until she knew that he was about to climax. She stood up abruptly and straddled him. He stared into her eyes as her body swallowed his entire length. Jeremy ran his hands up and down the length of her back. He grabbed her hips and sucked her erect nipples as she bounced up and down in his lap. Karalynn’s hands gripped his biceps as she took him into her, retreated, and suddenly returned to retreat and return again.

Jeremy ran his hands along her smooth thighs and clutched her round ass cheeks. Karalynn threw her head back, arching her back, and thrust her breasts into Jeremy’s face. He captured her breasts in his mouth and suckled her. Jeremy’s breathing became ragged and irregular. Karalynn knew that he was drawing close to coming. She grabbed his head and kissed him wildly as she bucked on top of him. Jeremy’s entire body became rigid and he held Karalynn close to him as he emptied himself into her. Moans of ecstasy escaped from deep within his throat and Karalynn ground her hips into his groin. Jeremy collapsed against the back of the leather couch and closed his eyes. Karalynn dabbed the sweat drops from his forehead and ran her hand through his hair. Jeremy looked at her with the Stupid Post- Orgasm Grin as he pulled a blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped them in it.

“Well, I guess that it’s my turn to be overly honest.” Jeremy chuckled. “That was amazing. I have never been with anyone who was able to let go of their inhibitions and try a position other than missionary. Oh, where were you before I made all my mistakes? Oh, Karalynn, you could have saved me from so much. But you’re here now and that’s all that matters.” Jeremy sighed with satisfaction. “Can I get you anything?”

“Maybe some clothes to sleep in,” Karalynn asked. She thought that she might have been taking a gamble. Even though they had just experienced a beautiful moment Karalynn still couldn’t let her guard down completely, yet.

“Oh, of course. I’ll be right back.” Jeremy wrapped a bar towel around his waist and bound up the stairs. When he returned he was wearing a pair of blue plaid pajama pants and he had brought the matching shirt and a pair of blue sweatpants for Karalynn. He handed them to her and then dimmed the lights. The music of the party overhead could still be heard as the two drifted of into sleep.

Karalynn awoke to the mingling scents of coffee and sausage. She stretched her arms above her head and yawned. When her eyes focused she didn’t recognize any of her surroundings. She sat up and looked around. It was a few minutes before Karlaynn could recall where she was and just as her mind put the puzzle together Jeremy ambled down the narrow staircase.

“Hey sleepyhead!” Karalynn smiled at him. Jeremy gave her directions to the nearest bathroom and asked her to join him upstairs for breakfast. Karalynn used the bathroom and then stumbled upstairs to find Jeremy sitting at one end of an oak table petting his golden retriever while he waited for her. Together they enjoyed pancakes, sausage, scrambled eggs, and coffee. Jeremy raced through breakfast, dabbed his mouth with a napkin, and told Karalynn that he had to go. He assured her that she was welcome to stay as long as she liked and he would call as soon as he got into the office to check on her. Karalynn could see him pulling out of the driveway in the expensive silver Mercedes- Benz that his father had bought him.

After Jeremy left Karalynn found some paper in her purse and left her phone number on the pool table with her signature lipstick print. She put on her red dress, but this time she had no choice. She stuffed her pantyhose into her purse and slipped her feet into her shoes, not bothering to buckle them. She picked up Jeremy’s rumpled tuxedo pants and a brown leather wallet toppled to the floor. Karalynn picked it up and opened it. Jeremy’s license stared at her. She flipped out the flap and looked upon a picture of Jeremy and a beautiful blonde. She looked at the other pictures. They were all of the Blonde. Karalynn’s eyes welled up with tears. She dropped the clothes and wallet on the floor and grabbed her keys. She ran up the stairs and squealed her tires as she pulled out of the driveway. She didn’t even want to think about what it could mean.

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