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All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older unless otherwise denoted. All characters are fictitious and this is a fictitious story, and he resemblance to any characters, living or dead, in this story is purely coincidental. I appreciate the comments and appreciate your input. This is a continuous story and you should read the first 14 chapters so you understand the dynamics of the story. Enjoy the story and thank you for reading. JDC

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I spent most of my time with studies and flying and have to admit that I didn’t get to see my family much. Saffron stopped over at my apartment one evening and asked why I hadn’t been around to see them. I told her about my schedule and how busy I was, without mentioning the flying. She wanted to spend the night with me and I told her no. This upset her and she left a little mad. I wasn’t going to feed into what I felt was a relationship with my sister that was holding her back. She needed to find someone and get on with her life. It was never going to be me.

I really didn’t see Ally much accepted the airport when I was flying. I finally had enough hours with Buck and did my solo flight and my three airport check flight. I was so proud of the fact that I had gotten my private pilot’s license and frankly was a little consumed by it. I paid Buck another $5000 to train me for my multi-engine certification. This was my 20th birthday present to myself and I really enjoyed it

By flying some evenings during the week I was able to obtain my certification before Thanksgiving. Ally and I did some flying together and she continued to give me pointers. I was doing quite well and Buck told me I was an instinctive pilot. He also told me was quite proud of me, which I appreciated very much. One evening I was at the airport getting in some flight time and he asked a favor of me.

He said Halsey aviation had purchased a new twin-engine refurbished Beech with all the bells and whistles from a company in South Carolina. He asked me if I would be willing to fly down to Columbia with Ally to pick it up because he had a charter that weekend. He said he felt better with somebody accompanying Ally on a flight that long. He also said he would pay all the expenses, which was fine by me. He said we would need to make one stop along the way to pick up fuel for the rest of the trip and that would be all. I told him I would be glad to do that, thinking I might get some twin-engine flight time.

So the weekend after Thanksgiving, Ally and I flew to Columbia, South Carolina to pick up the aircraft. When we landed at the airport, we took a cab to the Holiday Inn together night’s rest before heading out the next morning. When we checked in, Ally ordered a suite and that was all. She gave me a wry smile and said one room would be enough. We got checked in and went out to eat a good dinner at an Italian restaurant and I asked her what her purpose was just getting one room.

“Oh, I just thought I’d save Daddy some money,” as she gave me a devilish smile. “Do you mind?”

“No I just wondered.”

“I think you and I have things to discuss. I enjoyed our night at your apartment and you really haven’t brought it up.”

“I didn’t want to seem ill mannered, so I thought I’d let you raise the subject.”

“Do I always have to make the first move Sammy? I made the first movie to your apartment that night and you expect me to bring it up again. Are you one night stand person?”

“I really enjoyed our night together as well Ally. And no I’m not necessarily a one night stand person. I think we have a pretty good friendship and I just didn’t want to screw it up by pushing the issue.”

“I wouldn’t mind progressing past a friendship Sammy. I like you a lot and we have much in common. I thought this trip would be a good way to get to know each other. That’s why I didn’t complain when Daddy brought it up.”

We talked a little bit over dinner and then went back to the room. When we got there she told me that I was going to have the first shower, since she would take longer and wanted the time. So I took my change of clothes in and took my shower. I had to admit the hot water really felt good and I got dressed in a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and went back into the bedroom barefooted. She told me that I could have the left side of the bed and she’d take the right and I told her that would be fine. She went in to the bathroom and I heard the shower go on while I watched the news on television. And after a half hour she came out dressed in a robe, with a towel wrapped around her head. She stopped at the foot of the bed and reached for the remote to shut off the news.

“You know, I was watching that.”

She just shrugged and said, “I thought you might like watching this better,” as she undid her robe and she was completely nude underneath. She had a beautiful body and really looked sexy at this particular moment. “I got your news for you right here bubba,” as she leapt on top of me on the bed. She kissed me deeply and passionately as pendik escort she began tearing at my clothes.

“I hate to tell you this, but this is the repeat of the old news, I’ve seen this before,” she smacked me rather hard on the shoulder and started biting my ear playfully as she grabbed hold of my awakening cock.

“Old news, huh? Seen it before, huh? That’s a good way to lose a vital piece of your equipment Mr. Sanderson,” as she grabbed hold of me like she was going to twist it off.

“Okay okay,” as I winced in pain. “Ally, your beautiful, ” as I began chewing/licking on her right nipple as was sucking with my lips.

“That’s the correct response Sam and don’t you ever forget it,” as she started moaning while pulling the back of my head tighter into her supple but firm breast.

I inserted two fingers into her already wet cooz and began finger fucking her to a very quick climax. This girl could come almost instantaneously with little manipulation. She was hugging me so tightly I thought I was going to break.

“Sammy, would you eat my pussy like you did that first night? No one is ever done that before and it felt so good the way you did it. You know, you are known around campus as one the few and best cunt eaters there are. Frankly I believe it after your last performance. Would you do it again?”

I kissed her gently on the lips and started laying numerous soft kisses from her neck down to her nether region and take my time while I did it. She was pushing on the top of my head as I was going down trying to increase my speed. I retaliated by going slower, teasing her as I reached her navel. I pressed my tongue inside like a spear and continued down to her angry looking pussy. It was drooling and engorged, leaking her juices copiously. As I kissed her engorged monster of a clit and to get it between my lips, she slapped the back of my head and told me to get with it.

“I don’t respond to violence Ms. Halsey. I might get performance anxiety.”

“Just eat me Sammy, quit fucking around. Or you could end up dead.”

“Just don’t hurt me ma’am, I’ll do what you ask,” I chuckled as I began my circular finger pressure on her clit as I sliced my tongue into her juicy box. She tasted as good as she did the last time and I began lapping up her essence. She started bucking like crazy and step and out an orgasm as I drank her girl cum. She grabbed me by my ears and pulled me up to her, while reaching in between us to grab my erect organ.

“I’ll have to use one of your condoms again Ally, I didn’t plan on this.”

She just pulled me inside of her and said, “You don’t need one this time Sam, after our last time I got on oral birth control. I want to feel the real you inside me this time and feel you splashing inside me with your hot cum.”

“I’ll be glad to oblige you ma’am. I don’t like wearing a raincoat when I’m swimming anyway.”

“Just fuck me Sammy, like you did so well that first night. I’ve never had it that good before. I guess it’s because I like you. I’m glad you came on this trip with me. Thank you.”

We were fucking at a pretty fast, but soft rhythm. She was giving me everything she could while we were having sex. It was like she wanted to give me as much as she was getting. It sure felt good and didn’t take me long to lose control.

“Oh Ally, I’m going to come; I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it baby, just come inside me.”

“Here it comes, take it all,” as I unloaded my huge load inside her.

“Oh my God Sammy, I can feel you gushing inside me. I’m going to come,” as she stiffened and shoved her pelvis up to meet me.

As I softened and pulled out, I lay down beside her and we hugged.

“I could get used to this Sammy. You are a great lover and a true gentleman. I’ve never known anyone like you before.”

“Thank you Ally, you’re great in bed as well and also a unique character.”

We fell asleep in each other’s arms and woke up during the night to make love two more times before we got up for breakfast and to ready to get in the air. When we filed our flight plan she told me we were going to stop in Nashville to fuel up and I had a thought. I told her I had to make a phone call and I when outside for some privacy. I called Charlie’s mother’s number and her mother answered and told me she was glad to hear from me and appreciated what I’d done for her daughter. I didn’t even try to explain that I really had nothing to do with it. I got her new phone number and dialed the number, surprised when a young girl answered the phone. She asked me my name and said that she didn’t think Charlie could talk to me, as I heard her put her hand over the phone mic.

All of a sudden someone got on the phone with me and said, “Sam Sanderson you little bastard, it’s about time you called me, “as I explained I was going to be at the airport terminal about four hours from then. “Well if you don’t have any time to spend with me other than that, I guess I’ll have to meet you out there. I’ll be waiting.”

I escort pendik went back to the flight desk and Allie already had a good grip on everything by having our plans and the manuals for the plane. We completed our preflight check and started the aircraft. We lined up and contacted the tower for takeoff instructions and began taxing out onto the runway. This airplane was beautiful and even had satellite radio and a CD player. She pulled a CD out of her bag and put it in. It was a mix of country music artists.

“Oh God Ally, we can’t listen that all the way home or I’ll die; I don’t like country music.”

“I grew up with country music Sam, so you’re just going to have to survive it.”

“Country music is an oxymoron. Speaking of country music,when we land in Nashville, a friend of mine is going to meet us there for lunch.”

“Male or female friend?”

“Female friend and you’ll like her; she just is brash as you are. But she’s an old friend and I couldn’t be in Nashville and not say hello to her.”

She didn’t look the least bit happy, but she didn’t say anything else. About two hours into the flight I took the controls and was really enjoying operating this aircraft. It felt really smooth and we had good weather. At exactly 4 hours after takeoff we landed at Nashville’s airport. After making arrangements to get our tanks filled up, we went into the main terminal.

As we were walking through the terminal I heard this loud scream and heard someone say, “Hey drummer boy, get your ass over here, “and there stood Charlie in all her sexy glory. She didn’t look all that much different except her hair was done differently and she was in a really short, tight leather miniskirt.

All of a sudden I felt a punch on the shoulder from Ally and she said,“ OLD FRIEND, oh my God Sam. That’s Charlie, one of the hottest new country music stars. You know her?”

After recovering from the punch Charlie came running up to me and jumped into my arms hugging me tightly for all she was worth.

“What the hell are you doing here drummer boy?”

About that time, two young girls ran over and asked for Charlie’s autograph.”

“Oh my, we’re in the big time now Ally. I can’t believe you want to be seen with little old me Charlie.”

“Knock it off drummer boy or I’ll kick your ass,” as she signed the autographs for the two little girls and they went running back to their parents excitedly.

“I’ve seen some reports on you on the news, so you must be doing pretty well, huh? Country music must’ve agreed with you after all; I can’t say it does much for me.”

“You’re lucky you caught me drummer boy, I just got back off tour. My first album went platinum.”

“Let me qualify my statements Charlie, I don’t care for country music, but whoever wrote songs for your first album caught your talent amazingly. You really sounded good. By the way, thank you for sending that CD to me.”

“What would you expect for my favorite guy. I hoped you’d like it. So what has your love life been like tiger? You didn’t get back with the supermodel (she meant Barb) did you? You didn’t go for the roommate did you? Are you his new squeeze Ally?”

“If you’ll give me time to answer I’ll tell you. No to all your questions; I did live with CC for a while though, but It didn’t work out.”

“You mean that hot little pixie that danced like a sex goddess? What are you doing here Sammy? I mean you knocked my socks off when I got that phone call from you.”

“I flew in here with Ally, we’re ferrying a plane back home for her father’s aviation business. I’ve been working over the last year to get my private pilot license and eventually I’ll have my own plane.”

“My aren’t we the little overachiever now? Are you just going to go into brain surgery now too?”

Ally smiled and said, “That’s what I tell him all the time. I’ve never seen someone take so many classes, regular and online; plus his flight time. He doesn’t have much of a social life.”

“Having a social life is highly overrated.”

Ally was all giddy and said, “I can’t believe I’m sitting here having lunch with Charlie. He said he was meeting someone for lunch, the little bozo. He didn’t tell me it was a country music star.”

“Ally, I’ll tell you something else he didn’t tell you, he’s why I came here. I’ll tell you something else, I can’t believe I’m sitting here with Sam Sanderson. You made my week Sammy.”

Ally looked at me strangely and said to Charlie, “Could I get your autograph on something too?”

“I’ll go you one better than that, here take this,” as she pulled a CD out her purse, pulled out the insert and signed it, “to Ally, remember our lunch in Nashville, Charlie.”

“You need to keep in better touch there, drummer boy.”

Ally asked her, “Why do you keep calling him drummer boy? I need to hear this story.”

“So Sam didn’t tell you we used to play in a band and sing together back home. We sang and did other things together quite pendik escort bayan well.”

I just gave Charlie a stare and flipped my eyes toward Ally and Charlie said, “Okay okay, I’ll behave Sam.”

Ally gave me a medium punch on the arm again and said, “No he didn’t tell me any of this; you wait till I get you alone Sam.”

“One thing you need to know about Sam, Ally, is that he is not one to brag about his own accolades or strong points. He’s too much of a gentleman for that. That’s one of the points that makes him so charming.”

” He truly is a gentleman, you’re right about that. We’d better get the air pretty soon Sam, there was a storm front moving in from the west. I’d like to get out of here.”

Charlie got up and handed me a card with a phone number and an e-mail address as she said, “You better keep in touch with me you little bastard. Don’t make me come out there and find you.” She got up and gave me the biggest hug and kiss, getting me a strange look from Ally. I put the card in my pocket as Charlie hugged Ally and kissed her on the cheek. As I watched Charlie walk away, I watched the sway in her hips that accentuated her sexual appeal. It was really good to see her and it made Ally’s day to meet an actual country star.

When we got to the flight desk, we got the word on the weather and paid our fuel bill. We had a little discussion as to whether we should try to take off or not. Ally thought we could beat the weather, but I was a little skeptical. It wouldn’t hurt me to get a little experience flying in bad weather, gaining a little experience using the instruments. I was still a little concerned.

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We took off into calm skies, with me feeling really good after seeing my friend. Allie appeared to be a bit angry, but for the life of me I couldn’t figure out why.

“Boy I sure can pick them. That girl wants you so much it’s not funny.”

“What you mean by that Ally? She’s always been a friend and that’s all.”

“She might be a friend to you, but she wants you badly.”

“Frankly I think you’re nuts, but what makes you think that.”

“All kinds of things, a girl can always tell what another girl’s got on her mind. Guys are so stupid.”

“She’s just a friend and that’s all.”

“A friend you used to sleep with; don’t think I don’t know.”

“Yes I’ll admit we slept together, we were just friends with benefits.”

“You don’t realize Sam, women like you. You have a charming way about you and you’re a gentleman. Not to leave out that you’re great in the sack.”

“Well she’s just a friend to me.”

We could see that on the horizon it was darkening quite badly and our small onboard radar really started looking nasty ahead. Before we knew it, we were in the middle of a pretty bad storm.

“Do you think we should turn back and set down at Nashville Ally?”

“I don’t think it’s anything we can’t handle together drummer boy.”

I noticed the sarcasm in her voice and realized she must’ve been slightly miffed, if not jealous.

I started seeing lightning popping all around us and the headwinds really causing us to be buffeted about as I watched the look on Ally’s face changed to one of concern. She got on the radio and contacted the air traffic control operator in Nashville and said we were going to start turning back due to hazardous weather. He gave us our altitude and our instructions for a turn and descent. Just then, the whole cockpit lit up as we felt a shuddering and saw sparks fly out of the dashboard. You could actually taste as well as smell the ozone. We had been struck by lightning. We still had engine power, but it looked like our avionics were screwed.

“Well doesn’t this just suck Sam.”

“Ally , were going to have to find some place to set down.”

“Without a radio we’re up the proverbial creek without a paddle.”

“According to my calculations we weren’t that far from an airport. We ought to be over Clover Flats somewhere. There are a lot of farms there; we ought to be able to set her down somewhere. See if you have cell phone coverage.”

“I pulled out my cell phone and had exactly 0 bars.”

“Here, try mine,” as she handed me her cell phone. I shook my head when I checked her phone to signify there was no joy.

I began trying to find us a place to land when all of a sudden up ahead lightning struck a large tree splitting it down the middle. It must’ve been old and dead because it went up in flames so quickly you would have thought it was a bonfire. The good thing about it was that the fire lit up an entire field in front of us.

“It looks like we can set down there Sammy that looks long and flat enough to just make it and to be able to take off again.”

“What you mean take off again. I’m just worried about getting down in one piece.”

“Let’s just hope there’s not too large a gully or humps in the field that we can’t make out from here.”

“I think we’ll be fine; I didn’t see anything with my one good eye. Besides, it’s not in the fates for me to die like this. I’m going to die in my bed after a long fulfilling life as a computer programmer and family man; surrounded by my family and several great-grandchildren.”

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With kids, a night out was a challenge to organize – but tonight they had finally made it happen. They had prepared, and each step in the preparation was part of the excitement. Jack had planned out all the details and just thinking about this night made him hard. Fuck even just booking the hotel room had made his cock stir in his pants.

As April did her hair just the way Jack loved it, curling her blond hair in beachy waves, she thought about how it wouldn’t be that perfect for long and the thought made her smile. As she glanced in the mirror it was hard not to notice how fantastic she looked. She turned in the mirror to admire her long legs and tight ass, she smiled as she admired herself: “fuck this dress is tight” she said aloud imagining the jaws dropping later tonight as she and Jack walked through the hotel lobby. Turning, April cupped her own perky breasts. Her nipples already sensitive they got a little harder as she rubbed her hands down her breasts, down her sides, finally resting on her hips. She knew she was beautiful, and Jack knew it as well, there was a reason he always seemed to be touching her… it was reassuring, sexy, exciting. She loved the way he looked at her in a way that felt safe and excited all at the same time.

“Ready?” Jack was in the doorway in a dark grey suit, white dress shirt and a black tie. He looked good and he knew it, confident and ready to make this a night to remember. “Fuck yeah” April smiled as she walked past him, her Angel perfume wafting after her. He couldn’t help but stare at her firm ass as she walked away from him, that sight nearly paralyzed him in his tracks. Shaking his head, he could feel himself getting hard just looking at her as she walked down the hall, looking back and winking.

“Fuck this is going to be fun,” Jack said to himself.

As Jack drove the car to the restaurant in the hotel April leaned over and placed her hand on his crotch, slowly rubbing it… “well fuck someone’s excited,” Jack said as he glanced over. April smiled thinking about having that cock deep inside her and she could feel herself get a little turned on.

Just as April suspected, when the two of them checked into the hotel it seemed as if everyone stared at them, and they both reveled in the attention. It seemed as if everyone somehow knew how hot their night was about to bursa escort be and they either wished they were having that night or wished they could watch it play out. Jack placed his hand on April’s lower back and slowly slid it down her ass as they checked in. “Honey, I called ahead, and the waiter has a table waiting for us with chilled wine. Have a glass while I throw our bags upstairs.”

Dinner was delicious but the real main course was upstairs, and they knew it. They played with each other the entire dinner, building up the anticipation of their night to come. At one-point April pulled her dress down slightly, showing even more cleavage, at that point her perfect tits barely covered as she smiled as the waiter stared, taking longer than she should have to collect their plates.

“Get the fuck into that elevator so I can rip that dress off that perfect body of yours,” Jack said her, his eyes gleaming in excitement and desire. “I want to fuck you, the thought of my rock-hard cock sliding into your pussy is making me harder than I thought possible,” he said. April smiled at the thought and smiled as she rubbed her legs tightly together…

They practically ran to the elevator after that. Jack hit the button to the floor and turned around, grabbed her hands and held them above her head as he leaned in close. “God you look good tonight, I can’t wait to fuck you, to make you feel exhausted, to make you feel safe but dangerous.” Their lips nearly touched as he said this, and April leaned in for a kiss, but Jack had other plans. He smiled as one hand held her arms above her head. His other hand drifted down to stroke her cheek, down her neck, sliding down across her chest, pausing only to tease those ever-hardening nipples. She could barely contain her excitement. She squirmed but couldn’t wait for what was going to happen next. He smiled a devilish grin as his hands continue to stroke her body. He could feel her, how hot she was getting. With the sudden movement his hand moved below the hem of her short dress and his hand slid along the smooth skin of her thigh and upwards, exposing her… his hand began rubbing her smooth pussy over her lingerie and April could feel how wet she was getting. She thought of how much she wanted him, how much she wanted that cock of his to be deep inside her…she closed her eyes and felt bursa escort bayan her body quiver in excitement. The door of the elevator opened to their floor but neither of them moved for a moment, she wanted more, and he held her firmly, right where he wanted her…

As Jack fumbled with the door key April wrapped her arms around him from behind, her hands exploring his chest and his ever-hardening cock beneath those suit pants… “I can’t wait to have that cock in my mouth, feeling the tip of your cock deep in my mouth… would you like that honey?” She said with a laugh. The door opened and without a word Jack spun around, grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into a tight embrace, quickly pulling her into the swanky room. April was fit and light, he lifted her into the room and against the wall.

Their mouths locked and hands swiftly began exploring their bodies, the heat from their bodies and what they wanted filled the room. With one hand holding her face Jack looked at the most beautiful woman he had ever seen “show me what’s under that dress” he demanded.

Jack sank into the leather chair by the bed as April stood in front of him. She teased Jack as she rubbed her hands over her body. Slowly, revealing a little bit more each time until she let her tight dress drop to the floor. The only thing she was wearing was a small lace thong. She danced a little in front of him, her hands cupping her perfect breasts, squeezing her nipples, as she noticed the bulge in his pants grow larger. She dropped to her knees and looked up at him, “take that cock out” she demanded. He undid his belt and took off his shirt as she pulled down his dress pants revealing his hard cock. She smiled as she licked it from the base of his shaft to the tip which already had a small bead of precum which she lapped up… Jack moaned as April began sucking his cock. God she was good at this… he didn’t think he could get any harder, any larger, but April knows how to suck cock. She looked up at him as he gripped the arms of the chair her lips moving up and down his shaft, he could see her struggling to take all of it. “God that feels so good”, he moaned. His hands gripped the sides of her face, she knew how good he was feeling, he could barely contain himself. “Fuck you are amazing” he groaned, and she smiled as she stroked his cock, escort bursa the other hand playing with his balls.

He couldn’t help it anymore. Her blue eyes, her blonde wavy hair, those perky breast with those hard nipples, tight body, it was all incredible and he couldn’t last any longer. He stood up, mouth on hers as he pushed her back to the bed. He was insatiable and he grabbed her thong and pulled it down, revealing her already wet pussy. April gasped in anticipation.

Jack paused above her as he looked at her, fuck me she was incredible… he grabbed her hands and held them down as he rubbed his cock against the outside of her pussy, her wetness gleaning, he wanted to lick it clean, but he wanted to be inside her more… in almost slow motion he pushed the tip of his cock into her pussy and it seemed to wrap itself around him as they both groaned together. Jack began to thrust faster as he watched her tits bounce with each thrust.

As their two bodies met writhing together, April responded with one hand playing with her nipples while her other hand reached down to his cock. She flicked her hard clit as he thrust into her and it drove her crazy, her back arching in anticipation.

She could feel the pressure building and she knew she was going to cum… “more baby, fuck me please!”

Rolling over neither of them was going to last much longer, an hour had gone by and it felt like minutes… he slid his hard cock inside her and she seemed to be even tighter, hotter… he could feel April’s heat and it was hard not to cum. He began pounding her as they moaned. April pushed Jack back and she mounted his cock, forcing him to groan. The sight alone of her perfect breasts, her arching back nearly made him cum…

The sweat glistening off their sexy bodies was making it even hotter. Jack arched his back as April rode him. She was stunning as sweat ran down between her breasts, her breasts bouncing. “ohhhhhh fuuuccck” April cried as her body tensed and finally released, at that moment Jacks cock released its load inside of her. Hot loads of cum shot deep inside her and April pulled him even deeper as he came, “fuck that feels so good!!” Jack moaned.

They collapsed beside each other; bodies intertwined… sweaty and exhausted… they kissed and Jack pushed her hair behind her ears. “Fuck you are lucky to be with a guy like me,” Jack said with a smile as they laughed.

April slapped her ass as she headed to the bathroom… “coming for a shower?” April said as she smiled at Jack. He could already feel his cock growing as he smiled.

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It was nearly ten o’ clock at night and Jasmine decided she’d had enough of driving. She was going to check into the next hotel she saw and get some rest. Luckily the next exit was only a mile away. She took it and the first hotel she saw was a Hilton Garden Inn in a suburban Nebraska town. She pulled into the parking lot, parked, quickly reserved a room on her smartphone, and grabbed what she needed.

She had all her essentials in a large black Reebok duffel bag. She was travelling from her home outside Pittsburgh all the way to San Diego. She stopped near Indianapolis the night before and had been driving for over half a day. She approached the front lobby desk and was greeted by a heavyset gentleman in his late forties.

“Hello. Welcome to the Hilton. How may I help you?” he asked.

She replied, “I just booked a room online. My name is Jasmine Anderson.”

The desk patron looked at his computer quickly. “Oh yes. I see you here.” He told her about her accommodations and handed her the room keys. She was quite delighted to find out the pool and hot tub were open until midnight. Although she was tired, she was not ready to go to bed and thought the hot tub would be relaxing.

She opened the door to Room 314 and quickly took her swimsuit out of her bag. She got undressed and analyzed her body in front of the mirror.

She was a cute twenty-five year old woman. The last of the baby fat was leaving her face and her smile was adorable. She stood about 5’8″ tall and was a full figured lady. She was curvy with a D cup bra and a few extra pounds on her that she wore well. Her hair was a dark brown and her ethnic background included Czech, Romanian and Hungarian roots.

She rubbed the sleepiness out of her brown eyes and shook her bouncy 34D breasts. She slid on her bikini top. It was pink with black polka dots. She took a glance at her pubic hair and ran her fingers through it before pulling up her black bikini bottoms. She liked a v-shape design above her vagina, while she shaved the rest as close as she could. She put on her sandals and It was off to the hot tub.

Jasmine slid her key through the card reader and entered the pool area. She walked over toward a shower head to rinse off when she noticed a gentleman, probably in his late twenties, in the whirlpool.

He was fairly handsome, but not exactly a supermodel either. His upper torso sat above the water and she could see he had thin arms, but thought his build was somewhat athletic. Where she had an extra ten to fifteen pounds on her, he could stand to gain the same amount. Nonetheless, she was certainly attracted to him.

His hair was cut in a tight fade and his smile was wide, showing off a two rows of fairly white teeth. He was of German and Austrian descent. His face was symmetrical, his eyes small and brown. It had probably been a couple days since he had shaven. The scruff fit him well and Jasmine was excited to meet him.

She was certainly not a shy woman, and approached the water after rinsing off.

“Mind if I join you? I have been driving all day and bursa escort would love to relax in the hot tub with you,” she asked politely.

“Not one bit. It is for everybody here, right? Hop on in.” He took a drink from a can of IPA. He had a small cooler next to the whirlpool full of beer. “Would you like a beer?”

“That sounds great right about now.” He handed her the beer and she cracked it open. “My name is Jasmine by the way.” She reached out to shake his hand and he shook hers. “Billy, nice to meet you.” They gazed into to each others’ eyes for a moment and began their small talk.

“I really dig polka dots. That is a cool swimsuit.” he began.

“Thanks! You’re sweet. Where are you from, Billy? What brings you to the Hilton?”

“I’m from Portland. I’m on a road trip by myself to the Everglades. I stopped in Reno and Denver along the way. How about yourself?”

“I’m coming from Pittsburgh. I’m on my way to San Diego. I’m going to be staying with a friend for a couple weeks. She lives in some suburb around there. Have you ever been to southern California?”

“No. I haven’t made it south of San Francisco. You think I would be going there instead of all the way to Florida, but I have some friends I am staying with along the way.. When I get to Miami I will be staying with my sister.”

“Cool. Stopping anywhere else?”

The two continued their conversation. They got to know each other when Jasmine asked for another beer. Billy quickly obliged and grabbed one for himself as well. His feet remained in the whirlpool, but he needed to lift most of his body out to grab the beer. During this moment she got a clear view of his crotch. She thought she noticed an erection forming in his boardshorts. She was not upset, but curious. Exactly how hard was he? Would she try to see his penis?

Billy noticed her gaze as he got back into the water and flashed her a smirk. She smiled back and they each started drinking their beers. He talked about winning at the casino in Reno and all the mountains he had driven through. She spoke about looking at cities she might move to.

She loved Pittsburgh, especially going to Steelers games and the Andy Warhol Museum. But a lot of her friends and even her parents had moved away. She didn’t feel she was talking to a stranger, so telling Billy so much about herself did not feel awkward. They were clearly making an instant connection. Time was flying by and it was then that a hotel employee walked in.

“Hey guys. It is just about midnight. I need to lock up for the night. I hope you enjoy your stay.”

“Thanks!” the two said simultaneously. They laughed and began to get out of the whirlpool. Billy helped her out by the hand as the staff member began closing down the pool room. Billy grabbed her a towel and one for himself. He admired her big, round ass for a moment and his shorts began to tighten in the crotch. She then turned around and smiled at him.

“Quite the gentleman. Thank you. Talking to you is nice. We don’t have to end it here. Want to get changed and meet in my room.”

“Sounds bursa escort bayan great.” They traded cell phone numbers and hotel room numbers. Billy changed into a loose fitting pair of khaki shorts. He looked at himself in the mirror before throwing on a plain black t-shirt. He slipped on his sandals and then his phone beeped. Jasmine had finished changing her clothes and he made his way over.

She was now wearing the tightest, shortest pair of shorts she had. They were lime green and really begged to be looked at. She wore a black cotton thong underneath them. She decided to skip wearing a bra. There wasn’t much for him to imagine after seeing her in the polka dot bikini. She put on a loose fitting grey tank top that showed an ample amount of cleavage and a little bit of sideboob. Then there was a knock on the door.

She opened the door and Billy walked in. She hadn’t quite noticed how tall the 6’5″ man was earlier. As soon as he could set down his beer, she wrapped her arms around him and pulled his face down to his for a kiss. She knew exactly why she invited him to the room and didn’t feel like wasting any time.

“Wow. I wasn’t expecting that, but it sure was nice.” Billy smiled and went in for another kiss. They slipped their tongues in one another’s mouths. He could feel his shorts start to tighten yet again. Now he knew where the night was going and was almost fully erect in no time. He grabbed a breast with his left hand and her big, round bottom with his right.

Her choice of clothing allowed him to easily access her nipple. The cool air conditioning already made her nipples start to harden and they were now completely erect. He pushed her shirt farther over and revealed her entire breast. She had tiny pointy tits surrounded b rather large areolas.

Their kiss broke and he brought his mouth to her nipple. She became more stimulated the harder he sucked. She reached for his crotch and squeezed his penis through his shorts.

She smiled as he removed her shirt. She unbuttoned her shorts and laughed to herself. Why did she even put them on to begin with? She laid back and he caressed her vagina through her thong. He found her clitoris through the fabric and began rubbing her at a medium pace.

She began moaning as he lowered his face to her crotch. He pulled her thong to the side and then began to lick her clitoris in a slow, circular motion. Her wetness continued to grow. He stuck his right middle finger inside her, while rubbing her clit with his thumb. He alternated between his thumb and tongue on her sensitive clit. She had her first orgasm and then sat up quickly. “Stand up and take off those shorts already.”

First he took his shirt off and with some assistance, William pulled down his shorts and boxer briefs. The thin man possessed a fat cock. “Oh, wow,” gasped Jasmine. His penis must have been over eight inches long and six inches around. Being shaved made him look even larger. She squeezed her hand around it and brought it to her mouth. She stayed on her knees as he sat down on the bed and leaned back. Her escort bursa mouth was open wide and spit formed out of the corner of her lips. She moved pre-cum around the tip of his penis with her hand and then attempted to deep throat him. She gagged before she could reach the base.

Jasmine continued to work on William’s huge pecker for several minutes. He leaned back with his hands behind his head, smiling wide. Her duffel bag was on the ground. She reached in and grabbed a condom,. She opened the wrapper and put the condom in her mouth. She used her mouth to stretch the condom over his giant mushroom head. It was a tight fit and was not long enough to cover his whole length. But she to lessen any risks. She moved herself up his body, pulled her black thong to the side and slowly impaled herself on his pole.

She moaned and looked up to the ceiling. He could only smile and grab her ass cheeks. He knew to relax and let most women adjust to his size. She held the base of his dick and began to raise and lower herself. Her vagina was dripping wet and juices ran down her inner thighs. She was contemplating taking his whole cock before he bucked his hips and instinctively began fucking her back. His entire length entered her and she went cross-eyed.

They worked into a rhythm; exchanging thrusts and finding an undeniable chemistry. “Turn around and let me see that ass.” She moved from cowgirl position into reverse cowgirl. She continued to ride him and he decided to let her do some work because he was about to give her all he had.

Jasmine reached a second orgasm when William found the leverage to flip his busty companion over with little warning. He pulled his penis out of her and bent her over in doggy style position. He slammed into her with gusto. He rocked his hips and it was not long before he felt his balls start to tighten. She spoke up, “you’re going to make me cum again.”

“I have to do the same!” he replied loudly.

She screamed and he exited her dripping pussy. He quickly pulled off his condom and ejaculated all over her backside. A trail of white liquid droplets started near her shoulders and ended on her ass. Cum clung to her thong. William didn’t bother pulling it off of her because she looked so sexy in it. Jasmine was too caught up in the moment to think much about it.

“Wow. Your body is amazing. You gave me quite the workout.”

“Your huge cock just covered me in cum. That was great. Now I need jump in the shower again. I like to sleep alone, so I guess this is farewell.”

They both got more than they wanted. He had no objections to separating so quickly. There would be no pillow talk, but he chimed in as he gathered his clothes. “I’m not looking for love, but I certainly wouldn’t mind running into you on the path back to Cali. Can I use that number again?”

“You can bring that nice dick around anytime.”

“I hope you know I am more than just another monster cock. It doesn’t fix everything.”

“Well you sure fixed some of my problems.”

He smiled and walked toward the door. William grabbed his cooler full of beer before Jasmine spoke up. “I’m gonna need two of those beers.” She opened the cooler, grabbed the beers, kissed his cheek and headed to shower. He walked out the door and each wondered if they would ever cross paths again.

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This episode of “Hotel Heiress” follows the action to “Hotel Heiress: Behind Bars” so read that episode first in order to fully understand the action to this episode. Here’s the back story:

Young rich adventuress Valerie Masters was imprisoned in a woman’s prison in New York for a murder she did not commit (this was in Episode “Hotel Heiress: Behind Bars). Through a sordid deal involving sex and an affair with a black prison guard, Byron, she was able to be released from prison upon the discovery she was innocent and she knows that the true murderer, Latina wild woman Alma Chavez, has been living in New Orleans. She has kidnapped her own lover the married photographer artist Ron Ash. Now Valerie and Byron set off to New Orleans, Louisiana, armed with guns, to take matters into their own hands, determined to save Ron and catch the criminal Alma. The series reads like fictionalized memoirs, not always in chronological order and the heroine is in her 20’s and describes her experiences in the 1990’s.

New Orleans, 1994

What a picture I must have made at that time.

I don’t remember what I wore. Each time period dictates its own fashion and in the 1990’s, it was a fabulous time for individuality in fashion, unlike these days. I must have been wearing clothes that were not in style and certainly not my own California couture so I wouldn’t be recognized. It wouldn’t do at all if I was mobbed by the public who recognized me as a celebrity. That would keep me from doing what I came to Louisiana to do. I did not want the media covering my little investigation on Ron Ash’s kidnapper and the real culprit behind the murder I was framed for. I arrived in New Orleans with Byron at the right time, during Mardi Gras madness.

Now up until then, I had only been to New Orleans for Mardi Gras only once, when I was about ten years old, back when my mother and father were still together. At that time, still an innocent child, the city was magic. Everything was colorful and exotic, and the multi-colored, showy floats in the big parade were bizarrely beautiful. The old buildings and houses were so elegant. People were friendly and leisurely and it could have been the land of Oz for all I knew. I had no idea that this city had a dark side until I returned as an adult.

I was still in my early twenties. There was no real reason why I should be in New Orleans on a manhunt for a murderous woman and kidnapper, no reason other than my own anger against her.

This woman, this Alma Chavez, caused my wrongful imprisonment in New York, framed me for a murder she had committed. She then took off with Ron Ash, the San Francisco married photographer who had photographed me for his artwork in New York, a man I had feelings for. Sure, he was Alma’s lover. He had a seedy side to his own nature, a private side of him that he didn’t tell his wife Linda about. He did drugs. He and Alma were not only lovers but they smoked pot and did other drugs together.

Surely by now, wherever Ron was, he knew that this girl was no good. She had taken him against his will to New Orleans and no one knew what they were doing or where they had hidden themselves. The air was filled with danger and suspense. I was risking my very life in taking matters into my own hands, seeking justice myself. It was like straight out of a detective “film noir” type novel but this was real and it’s no fictional embellishment in my memoir.

I look back and wonder what was I thinking? Was I that consumed with revenge and with anger? You bet I was! Looking back, I wish I had done things differently – like just left the case to the authorities, to cops, to detectives and investigators. But there I was and New Orleans and I was looking forward to an adventure and there was no turning back. Of course, I didn’t tell my mother or father or closest friends what I was up to. I simply told them I wanted to get away and have some leisurely privacy in New Orleans. I specifically requested that no one come see me.

The city hadn’t changed much, at least during the daytime. I arrived in the morning with Byron and we checked into a hotel. I don’t remember the name of the hotel. It had a French name and its theme was a Creole plantation house. It was not a five star hotel, certainly nothing as high quality as my own father’s Seasons hotel chain. It was charming but petite little boutique hotel with about five stories and little fancy façade on a porch-like entrance.

A rose garden was sprawled around it, front and back, and there was a mysterious, distant looking courtyard behind two large gates at the front of the hotel. It wasn’t anywhere near the major city areas or streets like Canal Street or Bourbon Street. It was just a lovely little hotel hidden away from view. What better place for a celebrity like me to stay. It worked too. No reporter or paparazzo had tracked me there and the hotel staff didn’t treat me like a star, just like another guest of the hotel.

Byron was born in New Orleans and he told me he grew up there before he moved to New York City. bursa escort He seemed to know New Orleans like the palm of his hand and from the minute we arrived, he served as my tour guide. He knew for instance that this quaint hotel just off the city’s main streets was perfect for us. The walls were painted pastel lime-green, and there was no carpet and only polished wood floor.

On the ceiling was a small gas-lit chandelier. Our little room had only one big canopy bed. Of course, I knew it was Byron’s doing. I remembered our little deal back in prison. I didn’t think he’d want to make love right away. It was still morning. We had our luggage sent to our room and we ordered breakfast, which consisted of Belgian waffles, fruit, and tea. The tea was exquisite and served as if it were high tea service.

“Did you get enough sleep on the plane?” he asked me.

“Yes, thank you,” I replied.

We sipped our tea. I had no idea why we were so formal all of a sudden. Here’s the thing. The truth is I liked Byron. If he had not been my prison guard back when I had been locked up in New York City, and if circumstances had been different, this was the type of guy I would have been in a relationship with. I was attracted to black men as much as I was to white men. Byron was a handsome, strong black man with a lean, athletic body and muscle. While his hard Nubian body was made for sin, his face was so calm and so distinguished and even innocent looking.

“Remember, this is not going to be a vacation,” he said, “we’re here on a dangerous little mission just because you want revenge.”

“Don’t make it about me,” I said to him, “you want to bring that Alma bitch to justice just as much as I do.”

“Lord knows I do. She ruined my life. She made me quit high school and I was on drugs for a long time. I had to go into rehab. She was always cheating on me with other guys. She doesn’t care for anyone but herself and she’s a walking danger. It’s ironic that I turned out to be a prison guard after having been in jail once myself too –and because of her.”

“Do you have any idea where we can find her?”

“No idea. It’s going to take a while but we got to move quickly.”

“But we just got here. Can’t we relax for a bit?”

“Ok. What do you want to do?”

We were quiet for a few minutes, the sound of the Grandfather clock in our room striking eight in the morning. The sun was streaming through the window and the birds were singing and chirping cheerily. Because we were just outside all the Mardis Gras action, we were wrapped in intimate silence and secluded in a very serene setting. It got boring real fast.

“You want to fuck?” I said to him.

“Hell yeah!”

Byron’s face lit up, as if I had said the magic word. We began to remove our clothes. Again, I don’t remember what I was wearing; most likely it was a pink top that showed off my belly button and flat tummy and little skirt or something. He was wearing jeans and a tight fitting navy blue shirt. Underneath, I had a white, lacy bra and panties, which were from the latest Victoria’s Secret line. I had modeled for Victoria’s Secret and I wondered if Byron had ever seen me in one of those pictures from the catalogues. But then again, probably not. Women ordered lingerie from those catalogues and if any man was looking at those pictures, it was only to get off. He didn’t act as if I was a big time celebrity. He was treating me as if I was just another girl.

For some reason, I liked that!

He stared at me, his eyes feasting on my fit white body, the sight of my firm, pert breasts and shaved pussy making his dick very hard. He licked his lips and he could have howled in his sexual excitement. He seized me possessively and kissed me. His lips felt damn good, hard, passionate, and warm. His black lips on my white lips. He had me by the shoulders and kissed me in a long and lingering way, as if we had all day. Of course I knew we did not have all day. But for now, here in the seclusion of this little inn, we were both ready to make love.

His kisses became hot, matching the heat of the morning sun streaming into the little room. His hands roamed down to my back and over my ass. I moved slightly but he didn’t let go and held me in place. Our bodies were pressed together tightly and intimately. I could feel how huge his cock was getting, his erection rubbing against my thighs.

His cock was among the biggest I’ve ever seen, save for white male porn stars. The image of a big black dick was no myth, not in Byron’s case at least. His hands cupped my ass as we began to bump and grind softly, moans escaping my lips. In one swift motion, he picked me up and he put me to bed. I was on my back, my legs dangling over the edge of the canopy bed. It felt so natural, so right. We had already enjoyed sex with each other at the prison in New York City.

He was eager to feel his mouth on my pussy and he bent his head and kneeled by the bed. Taking my legs, he put them over his back. His face was over my pussy and his stomach touched bursa escort bayan my own. After kissing my stomach he began to work his tongue on my pussy. Expertly, he began to tease and caress my pink, smooth, hairless pussy with his hand rubbing it and making me aroused. He then laved and licked my pussy in an achingly slow manner.

It wasn’t long before I was in a sexual heat, making me shudder and moan as he orally pleasured my pussy.

He must have done this countless times.

It showed and I had enjoyed oral pleasure from boyfriends and lovers in the past (and not a far away past mind you, since I was only in my early twenties). He continued to fuck my pussy with his tongue, building a rhythm. His fingers slid into my wet and open pussy. God was this hot. I moaned and threw my head back, using my own hands to arouse myself further.

I rubbed my breasts and fondled them myself, making my pink areolas hard. We could have been doing a scene in a porno film. There was professional touch to Byron’s tongue and fingers, his magnificent oral treatment of my wet pussy. And I reached an orgasm that was real and powerful, my voice hoarse from moaning.

We were not finished. After ensuring I had cum, Byron, whose cock was still hard, climbed up on the bed and spread my legs. He was on top of me, face to face, breathing, panting, wanting me like he had never wanted anyone else. I didn’t get why he wanted me so much. He had told me himself only black actresses did it for him. He liked the actresses that appeared in Spike Lee films. “Jungle Fever” had been a hit not that long ago. But he was into me. He didn’t care that I would probably never be his woman. He was just content to have this moment and this experience right here and now. He probably got a kick out of having sex with a star like me.

I was panting too.

He leaned over me and kissed me, his mouth open, shoving his tongue down my throat. Aggressively, his heart pounding, he began to seriously fuck me. His cock delved into my pussy, in and out, mercilessly, not wanting to go slow. His cock was as hard as steel. He had probably been hard or at least thinking of doing this while we were on the plane to New Orleans. His cock pumped into me, making me writhe under him. I threw my head back and let out a scream. He was grunting and screaming.

He was a primal man, a jungle man, a man from the African bush that had captured a white beauty and was ravishing her until he was sated of his lust. The sunlight streamed over us through the canopy of the bed. The bed was now rocking, as if ready to collapse due to Byron’s heavy and intense fucking motion. His hips smacked against mine, making a heavy sound. We were both screaming and fucking, our bodies meshed. He kissed my neck and buried his head there while fucking me. I raked my nails down his back and gripped his black buttocks.

After a while, I had my orgasm and his followed instantly. He was still on top of me. Our heavy breathing became quiet and we relaxed, looking at each other in the face.

“Damn girl,” he said, “that has got to be the best I’ve ever had.”

“Best orgasm?” I said to him, wondering what he meant.

“Hell, yeah. Best fuck, best orgasm, best oral. And I think I owed it to you after what you did for me in the jail.”

I remember that I had done a lot for him in the privacy of my prison cell, things that could have shamed a veteran porn star. Of course, looking back now, I don’t recall everything we did. It’s like a blur in my mind now. I guess it must have been too much, but also very hot. He got off me and we both lay next to each other, basking in afterglow and sunglow. I stared up at the ceiling, painted in pastel green. I felt serene and sated. Because it was still the beginning of the day I was also very energized.

“What a good way to start the day, huh?” I said to him.

“Yeah.”

“Do you think anyone heard us? I was awfully loud.”

“Maybe. Who knows. Who cares baby. You’re a lot of fun. If someone heard us, what’s the big deal? It’s not like couples check into a hotel, share a bed and not have sex. Besides, it’s Mardi Gras. It’s party time for folks down here in New Orleans.”

“Yeah, but I’m Valerie Masters. They know who I am. Someone here could spread the gossip and dish out the dirt on me and you.”

“So?”

“Well, it’s not something I want said about me, you know, there’s a word for a girl who does what I just did.”

“Will you listen to yourself? Since when do you care what people say? You’re not a virgin. You’re like what 21? 22? Didn’t you go to college and have sex and take drugs? Don’t you like to party? I read in a magazine that you really like to party.”

“I’m not saying I don’t party. I don’t want the paparazzi and sleazy tabloid reporters to start publishing articles with pictures of me and you and our “jungle fever” moment.”

“You poor little rich girl. If I were you I’d tell them all to fuck off. It’s your life.

“You don’t get it,” I said to him and I knew he really escort bursa didn’t. After all he was a non-celebrity.

“What? What don’t I get?”

“It’s not really the sex. It’s the fact these bastards will profit off what should be my own personal and private life. Hollywood gossip columns are filled with half-truths and lots of lies. They take one photo of an actress behaving badly and they don’t let it go afterward. If people take photos of us, they’ll think we’re lovers and that I’m expecting your baby or something like that.”

“If it’s just bullshit why do you care? Look, don’t worry. I’ll keep us low-profile. No one said anything to us when we got here. No one seems to care. Everyone’s so distracted by Mardi Gras to notice you.”

Afterward, I got up and dressed, careful not to wear anything stylish or fashionable. I took a shower with Byron but all we did was kiss and splash each other with water playfully while laughing, uninterested in another bout of sex. After dressing ourselves, we were ready to do what we had come to do in the Big Easy……

* * * * * * * *

I wore a pair of oversized dark sunglasses. Even before my rival Paris Hilton did it, I was doing it and even I wasn’t the one who started the trend. In the 60’s, Audrey Hepburn sported Ray bans in “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” and made it hip and cool. Sure, I looked more like a movie star with them on but Byron turned out to be right. No one seemed to notice me, caught up in the festive frenzy of Mardi Gras.

We were on Canal Street and the Parade was passing through. The crowds were big and everyone, save for a few people, were wearing a variety of costumes, masks, tiaras, crowns, robes, feathers, long beads and Medieval Court Jester type of outfits. Cajun and Zydeco music was playing and people were throwing beads and little balls to the spectators. I heard people speaking English, Spanish, Creole French and a Native American language. There was not a single soul that was bored. In the crowds, I lost Byron for a moment.

He was also trying to find me, searching the crowds. It was the easiest place and time for someone to get lost or kidnapped. People were wearing masks and costumes and at times it was even hard to tell who was male and who was female. After about ten minutes, I found Byron and we both agreed not stick together, if possible even hold hands while walking in the street.

“Look we’re not going to find Alma and Ron like this,” Byron said to me, “too many people and we might not even recognize either one of them if we see them. Alma likes to party and if she’s even here she must be in costume. I bet you Ron is too.”

“Well, I’ve been meaning to tell you,” I replied, “I’m starting to think this was not such a good idea. I think that we’re putting ourselves in a lot of danger. Alma knows this place a lot better and she might have friends in the criminal underworld, right?”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s friends with the Mob. She’s certainly friends with drug-pushers and dealers.”

“So this is not something we know anything about. Well, you do, but not me. This is the type of work for a detective, Private Investigator or cops.”

“What better person to lead us to Alma than me, a former lover, a New Orleans man and I know Alma’s little bad habits and old haunts.”

“Well, where is she then? Is Canal Street an old haunt of hers?”

“She used to watch the Parade and sometimes she was in it as an exotic dancer in a mask.”

“Do you see her now?”

Byron’s eyes surveyed the girls in the parade. They were scantily clad, wearing high feathered headdresses and beads. They were dancing to the beat of the music and swaying their hips. Byron looked and looked, which I thought must have been a pleasant job for him, but didn’t seem to pick out Alma among the girls.

As for Ron, I had his features and body engraved in my memory and mind. He didn’t seem to be anywhere here either. I’m sure he would have loved the Parade. In its own way, it was a free-floating, artistic and expressive cultural thing, the sort of thing that often drew his attention. He loved going to Burning Man, had gone to Woodstock in 1969 and as a San Francisco photographer, appreciated the individualistic and artistic American scene. He was friends with gays and lesbians who were artists of one type of another. But I did not see Ron anywhere. Byron’s face nearly contorted as he pondered the matter.

“Bourbon Street,” he said.

“She’s in Bourbon Street right now?” I asked him.

“No, tonight. The French Quarter has a little unofficial tradition of its own. Do you know what I’m talking about?”

“No I don’t, I’m from California.”

“Bourbon Street’s night life is notoriously seedy. Strip clubs, prostitutes, and drugs. She could be at a dance club or strip club if we go there tonight. But it has to be tonight.”

He looked at me, his eyes falling over my top. I knew he was undressing me with his eyes, trying to picture my breasts.

“Oh, and you’ll have to flash your breasts if you come to Bourbon Street tonight. That’s the “unofficial tradition” I’m talking about. Girls are drinking and they’re wild and you get beads if you bare your breasts. If you don’t, they won’t stop bothering you or pressuring you to do it.”

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This story is purely fiction, and none of the events are real or contain real characters. Please feel free to comment any feedback, thank you! ~ Kitten

*****

Only a few days after her 18th birthday, Rya laid in her bed, eyes gazing at the ceiling.

“Damn, that was so hot..” She murmured, breathlessly. For years now she had been having very vivid, sexual dreams of her father and her doing… unmentionable, unspeakable things.

“It’s not like I’m actually doing anything, so it’s not bad.. and either way, I’m 18 now! These things happen, even I we did do something, I’m an adult now.” She continued to reassure herself as her small, delicate hands gently fondled her erect nipples through her thin, white nightgown.

“But, fuck.. I wonder what he feels like..” She let her fingers twist around her hard nipples, as her eyes slipped shut.

Suddenly she was snapped back into reality, as her mother shouted from downstairs.

“Rya, are you up? Your sister and I are leaving now for her campus tour the next couple of days, so it’ll just be you and your father. Bye, love you!” Her mom’s cheery goodbye was followed by the harsh thud of the front door.

“Oh, bye, mom!” Rya eagerly sat up, realizing now was her chance to let out some of her sexual frustration before having to greet her father. Her long, brunette hair tousled down the side to her small, petite waist.

Rya was rather small – even for a newly 18 year old. She stood at only 5’2″, with a waist the size of a child’s. However she was definitely evened out, with round, bodacious C cup breasts and smooth, curved hips. A slight yawn escaped her lips as she rubbed her large, pale blue eyes awake. Her legs then slid down off the side of her pink satin bed, and she pushed herself up onto her feet.

“Aw fuck, now where’d I put my vibrators..” Her eyes skimmed her room until she saw the small, taped box aside her desk. She smiled to herself and rushed rushed over to it.

As soon as she popped off the lid of her secret little box, her body flooded with heat and she felt even more tingles in her pussy than when she had her naughty dream. Immediately she reached forward, grabbing the large, silicone dong and the slick, pink vibrator beside it.

Quickly she closed the box, with both toys in hand and rushed to peak out her bedroom door. The house was so quiet, she figured her father was asleep. Even so, she tiptoed across the cold tile floor, causing her light pink nipples to harden all over again, until she got to the end of the hallway.

Rya slipped inside the bathroom quickly, because even though her father was asleep, she had no panties or bra on. Only her skimpy little white, almost see-through night gown covered her fertile young body.

As soon as she got inside the bathroom, she closed the door and turned on the bathtub water so her vibrator’s buzzing would be more discreet. Rya then grabbed the large, fleshy, silicone dong and stuck it to the tile floor. Her body felt so hot with the desire to cum and release her liquids, she could bairly wait to have her pussy filled up.

She’d never had a real boy fuck her before. Her toys were the closest she’d ever gotten, and before then she used household items. She’d fucked herself with the handles of hairbrushes, and even cucumbers and bananas from the kitchen. Rya wasn’t proud of it, but she longed to feel her pussy spread open by a real man, and would always fantasize about it. But she didn’t want just any man, no. She wanted her father.

Carefully Rya rested her hand against the side of the bathtub for balance, and lowered herself onto the large dong, sticking up from her bathroom floor.

“Ahhh… ahh fuuuucckk..” Rya moaned as she bit her lips gently, trying to keep quiet.

The tip of her dildo was pushed against her pink, fleshy mound. Her lips spread around the head slowly, as she lowered down and let it slide into her wetness. Rya’s tight, young pussy stretched more and more, as she let her body engulf as much of the thick toy as she could.

She could feel the walls of her pussy be forced open, and stretched as far as they could be. Steadily she began to bounce, up and down, up and down. Rya’s little cunt was adjusting to being a woman, as she steadied her knees on the ground.

“Fuuuck, oooh fuuck yes… fuck me daddy, fuck me..” Her eyes closed as she let her ass bounce up and down her dildo’s long, thick shaft.

“Fuck your little girl… I’ve always wanted this, I’ve always wanted you..”

Rya began rocking her hips back and forth, fully enjoying the feeling of bursa escort being fucked and fantasizing it was her father. She talked dirty to herself quietly, but then got louder and louder as the pleasure swept over her fragile, young body.

Due to the water being on, she started to forget she had to be quiet at all. Her imagination took over as she envisioned the thick dong inside her being her father’s cock.

“Aww yes daddy, fuck your baby girl.. fill me up like you did Momma..” Her hips buckled as she picked up momentum, imagining that the cold tile her round ass was slapping against, was really her Daddy’s balls hitting against her.

Meanwhile, out front a car pulled up. And out stepped the tall, strong, gruff and yet handsome Mr. Warson. He was wearing still wearing his gym shorts and tank, after having finished his morning workout. Mr. Warson walked up to the front door, unlocked it, and stepped inside. .

He set down his gym bag and yelled up to his daughter, “Hi Rya, I’m home!” Then stood for a moment, waiting for a reply, before realizing there was water running so she probably didn’t even hear him. Mr. Warson kicked off his shoes and made his way up the stairs to the bathroom, before pausing at the door.

“Ooooh yes, oh Dad.., fuck me, fuck your little girl!… aaa- I’m- I’m gonna cum if you keep fucking my tight little pussy like this!”

His cheeks flooded with blood and so did his manhood. What was he hearing?! His little girl… masturbating to the thought of him having sex with her? It was unbelievable! And yet, his cock began to swell and harden even more as he continued to listen to his daughter.

“Daddy! Daddy! Oh yes, Daddy!” Her moaning got so loud, she was practically screaming. Screaming for her father’s cock.

Mr. Warson, just outside the bathroom door, began to rub his manhood over the flimsy gym shorts.

“Mmm yes, babygirl… call for Daddy.” He began to quietly moan back. Then his eyes snapped open and reality struck him, and suddenly he was almost… angry. Angry that his little girl could give him such dirty thoughts. But more importantly, he was angry his daughter was filthy enough to touch herself and fantasize of him while doing it.

Without thinking, he flew open the door and was immediately caught off guard by what he saw. What his little girl looked like, beautifully naked, open and exposed.

Rya had switched positions, she was now laying on her back on the floor. Her legs were high up and spread above her, exposing her shaved, dripping wet teenage cunt. The thin nightgown was pushed so far down that her round, pale, perfect big breasts were popping out above the top.. Her nipples erect and mouth watering.

Mr. Warson gasped as he stared at her, her small cunt was stuffed full by this fake dildo.

“Oh! Daddy.. oh god I, well don’t look! Go! Get out!”

Rya was so embarrassed, she rushed her small hands quickly over to cover her swollen, pink cunt and large, round breasts. Wasn’t much help, though.

“Wow. You dirty girl..” Her father licked his lips slowly and smirked, while his bulge continued to grow under his short. Then he felt his rage all over again.

“Ha. What? You think this is okay?! You think this is alright, for you to stuff your private parts up with toys and cum to the thought of your father?!” His voice raised harshly as his eyes took in the view of his precious little girl’s now flawless womanly body.

“Well, if that’s what you want, then you need to learn your lesson, don’t you?! What kind of a dirty girl wants her own father?” His legs kicked the door fully open and he got down, slamming his palms down on either side of Rya’s face. She was shocked, with her blue eyes wide open. For a moment, she even seemed scared.

“I guess my dirty girl wants her own father, right? So here, you can get what you want!” Mr. Warson ripped out the thick dildo so fast, her pussy gushed out with liquids onto the floor.

“N- no! Daddy, that’s not what I was, I didn’t mean to-”

His hand smacked down onto her shiny, slippery pussy with a loud SLAP!

“Shut up!” He shouted, while looking into her eyes. His big middle finger then pushed deep inside his daughter’s young pussy, as he furiously fingered her g-spot.

“Oh, Daddy! No, stop! Don’t! You’re gonna make me..ahh!” Rya’s hands frantically grabbed onto her fathers back, clawing at his skin. But he only fingered her faster, and slipped another two fingers inside, already stretching his little girl open.

“Hell no you aren’t!” He slapped her across the face with his bursa escort bayan free hand. “You’re not gonna cum until I say you can, got it you little fucking slut? You’re going to obey your father, you dirty fucking whore. How dare you disgrace me like this.” His firm hand slapped her face again and then moved to her neck.

Her eyes widened with fear and got teary. She didn’t know how to feel… her father touching her body, being inside of her, was all she’d ever wanted or dreamed of. But now, now she didn’t know what to do or how to react.

“Fu-..fuck me…” She stammered out with the little breath she had.

“What was that?” Her father’s eyes gleamed, and narrowed down at her, as he smirked a wicked smirk.

“You want your Daddy to fuck you, little girl?” He chuckled as he his fingers slammed into her pussy. Rya’s juices had dripped all the way down his hand and formed an even bigger puddle on the floor.

“Well, alright, if that’ll teach my sweet little baby a lesson.” He moved his hand off her neck and down onto his daughter’s big, round breasts. A loud SLAP filled the air as he smacked both of her titties and pinched, then pulled at her nipples.

“Ouuhh daddy…”

Her back arched up as her breasts greeted his warm mouth over them. Mr. Warson began kissing and gently dragging his wet tongue all over his daughter’s tits. His beard scruff gently scratched against her soft skin, and his mouth enclosed over Rya’s hard, pink nipples, sucking repeatedly.

“Fuuck, oh dad… yes..” Rya moaned louder, as his mouth engulfed her nipples. He bit down, harder and harder onto them, tugging them up and sucking them furiously.

He took out his other hand from the inside of her pussy and lifted up his head. He continued to stare at her, as he began to pull out his rock hard cock and swollen balls from the inside of his gym shorts. Rya gasped as she looked down at the entity of her father’s manhood.

This is what he fucked her mother with, this is what created her. This gloriously huge, insanely hot cock is what she’d been dreaming of for years..

“Ohhh just give it to me, Daddy! I need your fat cock inside me!” She panted like a hungry dog begging for a bone.

His hand lurched forward as it smacked against her big breast, making it jiggle furiously before he grabbed onto it roughly.

“Shut up! I’ll fuck you when I want to fuck you.” He glanced down at his daughter’s swollen, throbbing cunt again and spit on it.

“Oh god. Fuck, baby. See what a dirty girl you are? Making your own father want to have sex with your sweet, young little pussy.” He spit onto her wet cunt again.

“Have you done this a lot? Have you fantasized about Daddy shoving his fat cock in you a lot?” he questioned her while beginning to rub her clit rapidly.

Rya panted, “Oh yes Dad, yes I have. I’ve wanted you to fuck me for so long, daddy..” Her hands tugged at his shirt.

“Hold on, whore!” Her father exclaimed, pinning her hand down against the hard tile floor.

“Have you fucked anyone else, hmm? Is Daddy going to be your first? I better be, you’re MY little girl.”

“Aww Daddy, yes you’re my first. I only want you, I only want your big hard cock, Daddy.” She cooed at him, as she lifted her wet pussy up towards his eager cock.

“Good babygirl… good.. Because this pussy is mine. I created it, now only I get to have it.” Mr. Warson lifted his hand steadily off her wrist on the ground and the other from her pussy, and began to guide his large dick into his daughter’s hungry little cunt.

“Ohh, yes baby. Here’s what you wanted, here you go little girl..” His head leaned back as he steadied his weight onto his arms on each side of his daughter’s young breasts.

Mr. Warson’s fat cock rubbed against his daughter’s slippery teen pussy, before slipping inside and stretching her open once again. But this time, even more than her dildo had.

“OHHH, GOD! Fuuuck Dad!” Her eyes rolled back as she felt a real, hard cock inside of her for the first time. Her own dad’s real, hard cock.

Her father was so big, he couldn’t fit all of his length into his little girl’s pussy. He stuffed her full, all the way to the back where her cervix was.

“Mmm babygirl… you feel so good and tight. Daddy loves this. Daddy loves fucking his little girl..”

He looked down into her eyes again, as he slid his fat cock in and out of his daughter’s pussy. Rya’s large breasts began to jiggle more, up and down as her father started to pick up the pace of fucking his babygirl. Her small hands slid up escort bursa his back, digging into him and clawing his flesh once again.

His thick manhood slammed into her as the pleasure and pain overswept him. Here he was, fucking his little girl, his own daughter. He felt ashamed for only a moment, until the heat of it all pushed that shame away. It just felt so good, and his little girl, Rya, was just SO hot.

It’s not my fault, he thought to himself. It’s hers, she’s the little slut who needed her Daddy to fuck her. I’m just fulfilling her wish and teaching her what a real man feels like. His cock continued to plow into his daughter’s tight, slippery pussy, with his balls slapping against her fat perky, but fat ass.

“Oh daddy!” Rya’s back arched up again. “Daddy, oh Daddy, you feel so good inside me.. I need your cock forever! Please make me cum Dad, oh please make me cum like Mommy.”

Their eyes met once again as she continued to beg for release.

“Please Daddy, make me cum like Momma.. I know you make her cum, I hear you guys at night having sex. But Dad I’ve always wished it was me! I’ve always wished you were making ME cum, not her.” Rya’s mouth dripped with saliva, she was so hungry for her him. So hungry for her father.

Mr. Warson snickered, looking down at his feverishly hot, slut of a daughter.

“Alright baby, I’ll make you cum. I’ll make you cum REAL good, like the fucking whore you are!”

His hand lifted up and slapped his daughter’s face, straight across the cheek before reaching her neck again. He began to choke her and she yelped quietly, before smiling and moving one hand down over her swollen clit. She began to rub it as fast as she could.

As her father continued to choke her, he couldn’t help but fuck her pussy even more roughly. He could feel his daughter’s body tense up beneath him, as her back arched once again. Her pussy walls tightened hard around his fat cock, making him fill her up completely, till it was impossible to stretch her anymore.

Her pussy walls continued to tighten around her father’s meat, as her hand work quickly over her young clit. He then moved his hand from her throat so she could fully let out her release.

“Oh yes, Dad! OHHH YESSSSS! I- I’m gonna cum with you inside me, Daaddyyy… I’m gonna cum all over your big cock! Fuuuuuck! Oh Dad!!” She began to scream out as her body rippled with wave after wave of orgasm, clenching her father’s shaft as he was ball-deep inside her.

Rya was shaking uncontrollably underneath her father, her big breasts fully exposed and jiggling, and her cheeks flooded with blood. She couldn’t stop blushing over the fact that her Dad had just made her have the best orgasm of her LIFE.

“Mmm good girl, god you’re so sexy. My babygirl is so fucking sexy when she cums. But Daddy’s not done with you yet. You’re my little fucking daughter, my little fucking whore. And you need to make your Daddy cum now.”

Her father slammed his thick cock into her, as hard and fast as he could. He wanted to destroy his little girl’s pussy, absolutely wreck her tight little cunt. That way no one could ever have her like he did, and his daughter would forever be his slutty little girl.

So he did, he fucked her teen pussy ferociously, covered in his baby’s wetness, until it was too much to bear. His balls tensed up and tightened, as they shot load after load of thick, hot cum into his daughter’s pussy. He completely filled up her fertile womb.

“Ohh God baby, fuuckkk, Daddy’s fucking filling you up right now. Oh God!” He cursed over and over as he slowly pumped his daughter’s pussy full of every last drop of his seed.

“Daddy.. daddy oh I’m so happy I could make you cum, Daddy! Was I better than Momma?!” Rya’s eyes lit up as she searched into his for reassurance, licking her lips gleefully.

“Oh yes baby, yes you were way better. And now that you’re full of Daddy’s cum, you’re gonna be a Momma too, little girl. Are you happy? Are you happy you’re gonna have your Daddy’s babies?” He slid his cock out of her slowly and leaned down to kiss her neck and breasts.

“Yes, Daddy. I’m so happy. Thank you!” Her tiny hands reached up to the back of her father’s head, pulling his face to hers.

Their lips met, and they began to kiss. Slowly their lips pressed against one another, as her father’s tongue slipped into her mouth and played with hers.

In that moment, half-naked and relieved, Rya and her father realized what a long, happy life they would continue to have together. Regardless of anyone’s thoughts, they were adult’s now, and they could have as much hot, passionate sex as he and his little girl wanted. At last his daughter was his, truly his. His whore, his new partner and mother to more of his children, and he could finally be with her.. forever.

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CHAPTER 8: VIRGIN TERRITORY

Introduction: The next chapter in the sexual adventures of a prep school teacher in the 1950s and 1960s, taking on from the ending of Chapter 7.

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I had better give a name to my history colleague, since she now becomes a major participant in my story. I will call her Clio, after the Muse of History, partly because, unlike many prep school teachers then, including me, she had a degree in the subject, and a first class one at that.

In appearance she was plump, and everything about her was short – stature, hair (light mouse, curly), nose, upper lip, skirts. She was not short, however, in energy, wit, ability and rude words. At the same time, she made no secret of her age, 29, and virginity. This was, I guessed, intended to defend her against unwanted sexual attentions – all sexual attention according to our retired art colleague, with whom I had had powerfully moving sex and who had painted us as Theseus and Ariadne. (This woman features in Chapter 6).

Clio was aware of, and sympathetic about, my past entanglements, and, despite her lack of experience, pretty shrewd. She knew about, but not the extent of, the devastation wrought by my affair with Carmen, and there was a significant conversation following Clio’s taking our tennis players to the girls’ school at which worked the games mistress who had made use of me a week earlier. (This games mistress features in Chapter 7).

The morning after Clio’s trip to that school, she said at breakfast. ‘Someone was disappointed not to see you yesterday. She was obviously expecting a return match.’

‘Well,’ I said, ‘The first one was rather disappointing, for one of the players.’

‘Not a classic game, then. I’m not surprised. Not been so good since our dear art colleague left, has it, Theseus?’

‘No, it hasn’t. And now you mention it, I wish I could see Ariadne’s lovely bottom.’

‘Oh,’ she said, ‘That stays hidden. Though, you never know, one day it might be revealed, if you’re patient.’

‘Nothing else to be nowadays,’ I said bitterly.

‘I think we had better have one of our walks later,’ she said.

We were in the habit of walking round the lake, when both free, to discuss problems, personal or professional.

After supper, in the summer evening daylight, we began our slow wandering, and I confided my sadness about Carmen and the feelings I had had for her, finishing with, ‘I know there was no future in it, even if she’d stayed, because I’m not sure I could have kept on with just the sex, even though that was wonderful.’

‘You’re going to have to tell me about that, you know, because it’s time I knew.’

‘You mean,’ I said, ‘You want me to tell you exactly what we did?’

‘Yes, and what you did with our dear artist, too. You needn’t be embarrassed. I know all the words.’

‘But it might be private, like Ariadne’s bottom,’ I suggested.

‘Well, only half of that was private, if you remember. For all you know the other half may be really ugly.’

‘Oh, I think it’s pretty symmetrical,’ I said, taking a look down her back.

We strolled on a little, till she said, ‘Have you got the keys to the boat-house?’

‘Yes,’ I said, ‘Do you fancy a naked swim, like our lovely artist?’

‘Not just now. I’ve got a proposal. Ariadne will show you her behind if you will describe what you do with women. I do need to know, even if I’m not going to do it.’

‘Are you quite sure? I don’t want you to regret it afterwards. That would spoil our friendship. Which is more important than me ogling your bum.’

‘Remember it’s Ariadne’s bum. Tell me what seeing it would do for you.’

‘Solace,’ I told her.

‘You really mean that, don’t you? How can I deny you solace, or, in this case, sol-arse.’

‘You do know the words.’ And I unlocked the boat-house, last used with Bianca.

We went in and I locked us in. Clio walked a little way forward and turned her back. ‘Brace yourself,’ she said, ‘This may come as a shock,’ and she lifted her short pleated skirt and took hold of the waist-band of her knickers. ‘Just the boring old white cotton ones. Down they go,’ and she pushed them down to mid-thigh.

How do I describe a lovely bottom? I’ve done my best earlier on. This one was special because the cleavage began, well above the coccyx, quite wide apart, as if the buttocks intended to separate. Then the cheeks closed together a while, before spreading again. The gap at the bottom of the bottom allowed a glimpse of the vulva and some pussy-fur.

After a silence, she said, ‘Are you looking? Or is it too hideous to contemplate?’

‘It’s beautiful,’ I muttered, overcome, and my tone prompted her to pull up the pants, drop the skirt and turn round, so that she saw the tears in my eyes.

‘Well! I didn’t expect my old sit-upon to have that effect. My poor young friend, what a state you’re in.’

She moved to and embraced me round the waist, which put her head on my chest. ‘Wrong way,’ she went on, ‘And pulled my head down onto her bosom.’ It was bursa escort an awkward posture but I enjoyed it. Her breasts were warm through the bra and comforting.

‘Thank you,’ I said, as we stepped apart. ‘Theseus was a damn fool.’

We left the place and resumed walking in silence, till she said, ‘Before I hold you to your part of the agreement, I should tell you something about my younger life.’

She led the way to one of the rickety benches from which one could enjoy the view of the mansion across the lake. We sat down, and, facing front, she told me that when she had just taken the exams at the end of her university career she had been courted by an older higher-degree student. He was an attractive, clever man, confident and versed in the ways of the world. She was an innocent from a modest background, quite strictly brought up.

She fell deeply in love and he seemed to reciprocate. They spent a good deal of the summer together, thanks to her being welcomed into his opulent home by his charming mother. The relationship deepened in the autumn term, when she began her post-graduate teacher training. But then a serious snag arose.

Their love-making had included mutual masturbation, and at this point in the story she remarked, ‘So, if you want to be technical about virginity I don’t qualify. Not if you count fingers up the cunt which must have done in the hymen.’

‘You really do know the words,’ I said, ‘Even the rudest ones.’

‘I like them,’ she said, ‘I like to say them aloud for certain occasions.’

The narrative continued. He began to ask her for full intercourse and she wanted so much to agree, but her upbringing and a smidgen of caution made her refuse. Had he offered marriage she would probably have consented.

The liaison became vexed. He said that if she really loved him, she would, and she felt that if he really loved her he would not press her until he could commit himself fully. She became anxious and depressed and nearly failed her course.

Then, in the vacation following she received a letter at home. He was going to marry someone else, who was carrying his child.

She concluded, ‘The bastard had been fucking another girl while trying to get me to fuck. So he’d been unfaithful, and I had to wonder what would have happened if we’d done it and I’d got pregnant. Would he have married me? Would I have wanted to marry him for that reason? The imponderables drove me mad. And I had so much loved him, and thought him so fine, and he was just after one thing, like the women’s magazines warned.’

‘Could you have done it with contraception?’ I asked.

‘No,’ she said, ‘You weren’t supposed to do it even with that. That was for married women only. But there was another problem. The bastard had given me these amazing orgasms. Yes, I knew that word, too. I’d been reading it all up, getting ready for marriage.’

‘And you wanted more of them.’

‘I certainly did, and I soon found out how to have them all by myself.’

‘So you distrusted men but you wanted orgasms.’

‘Oh yes, I wanted Zeus to fuck me as a swan, or to be Europa and fucked by him as a bull. Those paintings were wonderful and terrible. You wouldn’t believe how I went at it after I’d seen the Theseus and Ariadne.’

‘Ah, yes,’ I said, ‘My bottom always has that effect on women.’

‘It wasn’t your bottom I wanted.’

‘It wasn’t just Ariadne’s bottom I wanted, either,’ I said.

‘I know you’ve always wanted to fuck me,’ she sighed. ‘But I couldn’t let myself. I can’t let myself. But you can help me. If you tell me in detail about how you fucked with those women, I can think about it when I’m doing myself.’

‘All right. Shall I start now?’

‘Not yet. We’ll walk on round a bit, into the trees,’ she said, getting up.

Once among the trees, hidden from view, we sat down, leaning back to back. ‘I can’t let you look. Now tell me. Please.’

‘The last time I was in that boat-house it was with Bianca. You know we were fucking. It’s difficult to use the rude words to a woman. She wanted it almost all the time. In the boat-house was the second time that day.’

‘Lucky old Bianca,’ Clio said. ‘I know just how she felt.’

‘If I can’t look, you could tell me what you’re doing,’ I suggested.

‘We’ll see. You go on about Bianca. What was her bottom like? What about her cunt?’

‘It was a nice bottom – not as nice as yours, but nice. Remember how pale she was. Her labia were pale pink, but when I got to her clitoris they darkened. She didn’t want any build-up. She was a knickers-down-straight-in girl.’

‘I’ve got my hand in my knickers, getting my clitoris going. Go on.’

‘She leant her hands on the wall and presented her bum,’ I went on.

‘Could you see her cunt? What was it like?’

‘The lips were dark red and hanging down. I could see the slit of the vulva.’

‘Was it wet. Tell me it was good and wet. Like mine is now.’

‘It was,’ I continued. ‘She didn’t make a lot of love-juice. She didn’t wait long enough bursa escort bayan to make more.’

She was breathing harder. ‘What about you? Were you hard? Could you do it a second time? How often can you do it in a day?’

‘I was hard all right. We did it three times that day, and I could probably do more if the stimulus was enough. I could with you, I bet,’ I told her.

‘Oh, I like the idea of that. Wait a minute while I wriggle a bit. I need to get a couple of fingers up there. That’s it. Now tell me.’

‘I moved up to get my penis lodged in the cunt-opening.’ I was going to give her all the rude words to help her along. ‘I was hard, like now, when I’m thinking about you feeling up hour cunt.’

‘You like thinking about me doing this. I’m doing it harder now. Keep going!’

‘She wanted it in her cunt, but she needed to touch her clitoris to start. She did that for herself.’

‘Were you in her cunt yet?’

‘Not quite. She liked to get her orgasm going with the clitoris, and then my cock sliding home did the trick.’

There was a pause and harder breathing. ‘The idea of it. I can imagine it, especially now I’ve been in that boat-house. I’m imagining it’s me in there with you and you’re just into my cunt and I’m starting to come. I do love ‘come’ for orgasm. I can come in a minute, if you go on. Did you go up her?’

‘Yes,’ I said, ‘I glided in all the way and she came, like she always did.’

‘What about you? Don’t tell me yet. Wait a minute. Yes, I’m ready. Just a bit more. On the brink. Tell me!’

‘When she came I came, I spurted right up inside. I could feel her cervix.’

‘It’s like I can feel you spurting inside me. It’s lovely. Oh, it’s lovely. Best come for ages. Did the sperm spill out? Was that the finish?’

‘All over in less than five minutes,’ I said, ‘Like just happened with you. I think you’re a quick comer, like her.’

I felt here relax against my back. ‘Are you still hard? I want to feel. It’s so long since I felt a penis, and just the one.’

‘Of course I’m still hard,’ I said. ‘You came all right but I didn’t.’

She pushed away from me, stood up and looked down at me. ‘I’d love to make you come. I’ve never seen a cock come. He always had me do it to him in his pants.’

I stood up. ‘I’d love you to make me come. But not here. You were all right. You could pull out of your knickers quick enough, but it would be riskier for me.’

‘Shall we go back in the boat-house?’ she asked.

That’s what we did. Once locked in, she said, ‘I showed you mine, now you can show me yours.’

I lowered my trousers and pants, and she said, ‘It’s still hard, then. I’ve never seen one like that. Shall I toss it off?’

‘Stand on my right,’ I instructed. ‘Now turn towards me and reach with your right hand. That’s right. Take hold. Further up, just behind the shield. That’s it. Not too tight. Now up and down. Yes, that’s right.’

She began to tremble against me. ‘This is so exciting, actually seeing it.’

‘It’s wonderful that you’re doing this. It’s your hand that’s going to make me come. That’ll make it even better.’

‘You’ve seen it, so you might as well feel it, too, if you like.’

I reached behind her, lifted the skirt and thrust my hand down the back of the knickers. The feel of those charming cheeks brought a surge of feeling, almost tipping me over. But I wanted to savour them and ran my fingers up and down the cleavage.

‘Get your fingers down underneath,’ she said, panting. ‘Yes, yes. Now up into my cunt. I love to say it. My cunt. Up into my cunt. That’s it! I’m coming again. Come now! Yes, I can feel it coming, getting harder. There it is!’

My ejaculate splattered forth in decreasing spurts, and her bottom gripped my hand as she came. Without letting go of my cock she threw her left arm round my waist and said, ‘So much of it! I never knew there was so much. Oh, I’m so wet. And we came together.’

We were both trembling a little from the intensity of the orgasms, and, for the first time we kissed. It was a long, slow, tender kiss as the feeling drained. Then she studied my penis, still between her fingers and stripped it gently. More sperm oozed forth and she caught it on her finger and raised it to her nose, then put her tongue tip into it.

‘Interesting,’ she said. ‘First time for that, too.’

‘Thank you,’ I said, ‘I was so needing that, and you did it beautifully. I hope you’ll do it again. Will you do it again?’

‘I certainly will. It’s thrilling. And I hope you’ll make me come, too.’

We told each other next morning how well we had slept.

The summer term passed all too quickly, with frequent evening walks, pauses on benches, accounts of sex from me and masturbations from her. There were visits to the boat-house, too, of course, and her periods were no great hindrance to our mutual satisfaction. All the time I was sure that, sooner or later, my cock would be in that sweet, slippery vagina instead of my fingers. Surely her immense curiosity would eventually be escort bursa too great? Her need to know all would carry the day at last.

As the end of term approached she became edgy, a little distracted on our walks, though ready enough to masturbate when I gave detailed accounts of my intercourse with Tony and Gwen. Two cunts at once really got her going. I thought perhaps she was anxious about her plans for the vacation, and eventually asked her if that were the case as we left the boat-house late one evening.

She seemed more relaxed, maybe because of the powerful climax she had just had with my fingers in her vagina. ‘I don’t have any plans at all this year,’ she said. ‘I had thought of going to a friend in Wales. She has a rather primitive cottage near Llangollen. But, actually, I’ve been having other ideas. Involving you.’ She broke off.

‘Involving me?’

‘Yes. I wondered about staying, so we might be together. Specially. I’m thinking of the year before last, when Theseus and Ariadne got together in paint.’

This was rather oblique. Did she mean she wanted to replicate my time with the artist, so to speak, to the point of full intercourse? Or was she both thinking of it and fearing it, anxious about promising what, in the event, she could not deliver?

‘But Theseus and Ariadne didn’t get together, did they? She wanted to, but he didn’t.’

‘That’s what I mean,’ she said, ‘Would Theseus actually want her this time?’

‘Well, I don’t know about him, but I most certainly would,’ I assured her.

‘Suppose she couldn’t go through with it, though? She asked.

‘Does she want to go through with it?’

‘Oh yes. When she thinks of it she comes quickly.’

‘Why don’t we just see what happens. We can go swimming for a start.’

‘Naked? Yes. That would be first step. You haven’t seen her tits yet.’

‘That is so,’ I said, ‘Nor her pussy, and I’ve got plans for that.’

‘You really want to, even if we go on like now and no further?’

As we were amongst trees and it was nearly dark I took her in my arms and gave her a long, affectionate kiss.

So we had the place virtually to ourselves, and very soon we were in the boat-house and stripping off. And she had no qualms about that. She faced towards me, looking into my face, and took off her shirt. ‘I hope you’ll like them,’ she said, unlatching and slipping off her bra. They were above average size, and as they came free they naturally flopped a little but seemed almost to bounce at their lowest. They hung, touching but pointing outwards. The nipples were small, beige, hardening in the cooler air.

‘Absolutely beautiful,’ I said. ‘Comments inadequate. I could only appreciate them properly with lips and hands.’

‘Not just now,’ she said, ‘We’re here to swim, remember.’

She took of her skirt and stood in her knickers. ‘You’ve been into these, these very ones, but now they’ve got to come off. There just may be a surprise. Here we go!’

She pushed them to her ankles, bent to take them over her feet and stood up. Her stomach was a little rounded, which I liked a lot, and her mons-hair was mid-brown, slightly curly. The surprise was that it formed a crescent. It spread sideways, thinning out as it went, up the join between stomach and thighs.

‘I thought about shaving it,’ she said, ruffling it with her fingers, but decided you would have to stand it as it is.

‘It’s charming,’ I said, ‘I’m so glad you didn’t spoil it. I want to rub my face in it.’

‘No promises, remember,’ she said. ‘I’m turning round now and you’ve seen that.’

‘But I want so see it again, and again. And again.’

In reply she walked to the edge of the platform and dived into the lake.

She was a strong swimmer and we pursued each other about for a good while. The sight of her bottom, Naiad-like, in the water filled me with tenderness, and resolve. The tenderness and resolve grew stronger yet when we stood, dripping, in the boat-house again. She was truly hour-glass shaped, bosom and bottom rounded and separated by a narrow waist. Her nipples stood out like organ-stops and her little swathe of maidenhair clung to her mount and thighs.

‘I see you find me attractive,’ she said, ‘Would you like me to toss you off?’

‘I have a better idea,’ I said. ‘Let us have something to eat and adjourn to my room.’

‘And there?’

‘We would follow our inclinations.’

She began to dry herself. ‘I know what your inclination is. You want to fuck me.’

‘No,’ I said, ‘I want us to fuck, and beyond that to be happy together.’

She held still. ‘I want us to fuck, too, but I don’t know whether we can.’

‘Shall we find out? You have nothing to fear. There would be nothing you did not truly want, and maybe things you found you did want.’

‘All right,’ and she resumed towelling, vigorously. ‘We’ll raid the kitchens and have a picnic on the lawn. ‘Can you hold on till later? I shall be wet all the time, thinking of it.’

In due time, then, we arrived, fed and watered, in my room and stood looking at each other, she a little apprehensive.

‘There’s no hurry,’ I said. ‘One thing at a time. First I’m going to strip. Then I’m going to undress you, because the sight of you coming into view is so delightful.’

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Sweetie I fantasize about you, Daily, Nightly, Hourly, I think of all the things. I’d like to do to you. Long, passionate kisses. Erotic caresses. Undressing you, placing soft kisses upon you. Seeing you stand before me, nude, Charming.

Touching you all over, using my hands, my fingers, my nails, my lips, my tongue, even my teeth to gently nip at you. I start with your lips, then I kiss your face, butterfly kisses, soft and light, as I work my way down your wondrous body. Neck, collarbone, chest, nipples, belly, pelvic area, avoiding your privates completely!.

I continue to kiss and lick and suck and caress my way down to your feet, and back up again. This time, when I near your groin, you are throbbing, dripping in anticipation just thinking of what I’ll touch you with. My hands? Fingers? Maybe my lips and tongue? Nails and teeth?

You shudder as you feel my heated breath upon you. I slowly, seductively, reach for you. I wrap my fingers around your length at the base, squeeze gently and then slide my hand up to the head. I cover the head and squeeze it, rub it as it drips onto my hand, massaging the juice into the skin.

You moan, pleasure beginning to control you. My tongue laps at your sac, licking it. My lips kiss it…Suddenly it’s in my mouth as I suck it. You grow in my hand, dripping more. I release the sac and allow my tongue to begin it’s exploration of you.

The length, width, taste. Everything is mine to take – and give you immense pleasure in that taking!.

I lick the shaft where it meets the sac, I suck it.

I inch up ever so slowly, licking, sucking, kissing. Using my tongue to massage you…Finally I reach the head.

I lick the precum, and kiss the head gently.

You moan, your fingers twisting into my hair as your hands reach my head. Finally, I open my mouth and guide you in.

Once the head is all the way in, I close my mouth, sealing you within.

I suck on you, squeezing tighter, and slowly begin to massage your length within my mouth. Hot, wet, my tongue wraps and twists around you, rubbing you, tasting you.

Then it lays flat and you feel the head bump against the back of my throat.

I hold you there, swallow you, squeezing you with my mouth and throat.

I release you and slide you back out, just to the head. You will not be completely released, until you have completely released your seed within me.

I feel you throb, pulse, jump in my mouth. I moan onto you, still sliding you in and out as slowly as possible.

Pulling at you, teasing you into orgasm. Your moans grow louder, as your pleasure goes deeper, forcing your blood to go racing towards your one point of release!.

Your breath quickens, becomes shallow. Your heart races, pushing your pleasure and your blood faster!.

Your hands grip my head, fingers tight within my hair…you roar as you feel the building orgasm erupt from your sac, through your shaft and deeply into my mouth!

I swallow you as that first explosion goes right down my throat it taste good in my mouth, though i have never tasted it before but seems to enjoy yours.

The second splash bursa escort coats my throat in cream that I eagerly swallow.

A third and fourth explosion follow in quick succession. I swallow quickly, not wasting a precious drop. I feel you begin to relax, the pulses dripping more into me.

I continue to suck and swallow until I am sure there is nothing left. Still, I swallow again. Finally, I release you. I lean back, look up at you, see you looking at me…we smile…i guess am sounding nasty here Well (My fantasy has just begun!).

I’m on my knees before you, smiling like a Cheshire cat. I’ve just had the yummiest snack! You are still smiling at me, the throbs of your pleasure filled orgasm still pulsing through your veins. Slower, but fast enough that your heart still races…

Taking my hands, you help me to stand and lead me to the bed. Knowing I would have by now swallowed everything, even your taste, you kiss me. There is not even the slightest hint of you in my kiss. Only me. My scent, my taste, my essence.

You deepen the kiss, reaching into me, searching for the pleasure I gave you, seeking more. I return your kiss, just as deep, just as powerful. I reach into you. Drawing that pleasure that only moments before raced through your veins.

I find it, I urge it to jump to life again…Loving our kiss, you wrap your arms around me, holding onto me, not wanting to let go of what brings you such pleasure. Knowing you are pleased fills me, I now have more pleasure to give you.

But you must be patient. The treasure you seek is the pleasure I give. Each time I please you it fills me with such joy, I am able to pleasure you yet again, and again. Search my lips, my tongue, my mouth, surely I have pleasure for you there. Drink of my kisses and be filled with pleasure.

Let my hands touch and caress you, let my nails slip across you, feel my touch and let it trace your body in pleasure. My nakedness arouses you. My full breasts, my hardened nipples, my soft skin…Touch me!

Allow your fingers to dance across my skin as they absorb, and double, the pleasure they send coursing through my veins. As I moan in pleasure, taste of me.

You Press your lips to my neck, seek out that spot that sends desire racing through me. As my pleasure increases, there is a new scent in the room…mine. The scent of my heated sex, wet and aching with desire! I sense your arousal go deeper as you smell it.

Suddenly, you are like an animal. Feral. Wild. You lay me on the bed forcefully. Seeking more pleasure you take your hands and mouth on an exploration of my body.

You find my nipples, where you nip, lick and suck with your mouth and pinch, pull and tweak with your fingers. I’m moaning, heat from between my legs now radiates from within me, warming me, heating my entire body. I feel pulses of pleasure shoot from my nipples to my womanhood, it grows hotter and wetter. My hands are in your hair.

You reach for them and place them on my sides, holding them there. Unable to touch you, I whimper. You continue your exploration, stopping only briefly to release my hands, giving me such a look as I know bursa escort bayan not to move them.

Your hands and mouth continue down my belly, my hips, my pelvic area. I am moaning, my body squirms in anticipation of you, of what you will do. You pass my shaven triangle, moaning in appreciation. You love it shaved.

You ignore it. Your exploration continues down one leg and up the other. You turn me over. Now on my stomach, you begin your exploration anew. The backs of my knees are licked, sending me into a writhing mass of sensual explosions! My ass is explored with hands, fingers, mouth and tongue.

I cannot contain my moans, nor can I keep still. Your journey continues up my sides and back. My very sensitive back. Turning me over yet again, you return to my nipples with your mouth while your hands explore what they passed up on the first trip.

I spread my legs, you spread my lips. Moaning, begging you for more, I feel myself moisten more. You gently bite at my nipples, then head down to taste what I have to offer.

My juices are flowing freely, I have already mounted that wave of pure pleasure, heading for the cliff.

All that awaits is my dive from that cliff into the abyss of ultimate pleasure…and you know exactly how to take me there! Licking softly at my well hidden clit, you coerce it out of hiding just enough for you to attack it with such a passion, it becomes a throbbing, hardened bulb in seconds! Writhing on the bed.

I’m calling your name, begging you for more! You continue your assault…and let your fingers explore me internally. As first one, then another slides into my well soaked tunnel of pleasure, I am on that cliff.

A few strokes from your fingers, more licks and sucks from your mouth and tongue, even a nip or two from your teeth…YES!

I jump off the cliff that the wave of pure pleasure took me to and I dive into the abyss of ultimate pleasure as my orgasm grabs me, shakes me from the inside out and leaves me weak, shivering as wave after wave of aftershocks flow through me.

As you lap up my juices, tasting my essence, you smile…Well sedated, I can barely move. You lay next to me, tracing your fingers across my skin, inducing more aftershocks. You kiss my neck, my breasts, my skin.

I moan and writhe. Smiling you stop and let me rest. The next pleasure will be all yours, and while you can’t wait, you are patient enough to allow me to gather my strength.

I’ll need it for what’s to come! (My fantasy is nearly done! Some time later, well rested, sated, and eager for more, I finally move. Turning towards you, I see you lying there with your eyes closed. I gently kiss your cheek. You smile. Turning towards me, we kiss. Softly soon becomes deeply and passionately. Our hands touch each other and caress each other.

As we end our kiss, we smile at each other. I work my way down your body, kissing and caressing, heading towards your manhood. As I work my way closer, you begin to grow, pulse and throb. As I reach it, I can see the precum form and begin to drip. I lick it off. I lick up and down your length. I lick your sac, sucking it.

Licking escort bursa back up again I slowly take the head into my mouth. Closing my lips and sucking your length into my mouth, I feel you throb again. As the head reaches down into the back of my throat, I swallow, squeezing you, making you moan. I slowly release you, sliding off to the head. As I reach the head, I repeat my actions. Short minutes later, your breathing is fast and heavy.

I stop. I get up and straddle you, slowly dropping my hot, wet slit to meet your head. As they touch, you pulse against me.

I rub you along my clit, my opening and back again. I moan in pleasure. Tortuously slow, I slide you into me, easing down onto you. I slide up and down so slowly, grinding on you when I’m down, rotating my hips when I’m up.

You groan, loving the feel. Too soon, maybe 10 minutes later, you reach up, grabbing me. As you manipulate me so I’m laying down with you atop me, you slide in and pump me hard. Soon I’m moaning as an orgasm reaches out to grab me.

I’m breathing fast, heavy, moaning, writhing. The orgasm has me in it’s clutches, it’s shaking me, sending shocks and pulses throughout my entire body. I can’t stop moaning! As that orgasm begins to release it’s grip, you pull out and turn me onto my knees. You enter me from behind, I feel another orgasm reach it’s fingers out to stroke me.

Pumping into me, you grab my hair, wrapping your fingers deeply into it, pulling gently. Your sac is kissing my clit with each stroke of your sex into mine…the fingers of that orgasm caress me. Suddenly, you slap my ass! The hand of that orgasm grabs me and begins it’s pleasure-filled torture! As you pump into me, an occasional slap, an occasional tug on my hair, my orgasm grabs me with both hands, shaking me furiously! My moans are louder, deeper.

I’m soaked! I’m so hot, so wet, you slide so smoothly within me.

I’m begging you, please, more! Within minutes, I’ve reached that cliff and dove into the abyss of ultimate pleasure – I’m drowning in it! I need more! You pull out, lay me down and lap at my juices, now flowing freely from my love tunnel. Turning your body, you get on me and you feed me, I taste my juices on you as I suck you into me. You moan in pleasure. Short minutes go by.Getting up, you move to face me again.

You lift my legs and sit on your knees in front of me as you slip in again and begin pumping me. I’m moaning, loving it. You rub my clit with your thumb as you pump me harder, faster. I feel another orgasm grabbing onto me. I feel you grow, stretching me, throbbing, pulsing.I cry out your name as the orgasm takes control of me, sending me into a writhing mass of moans…at that same moment, you explode deep within me, shouting out your pleasure, filling me! You join me in that abyss, pushing me deeper.

My walls convulse around you, you throb within me. We milk each other, draining each other.You let my legs down and lay atop me, still deep within me. We kiss, soft and deep. Our hands touching, caressing each other. Sated, relaxed, we unplug, cuddle next to each other and drift to sleep.Done…for now.

We have all night…this is just the beginning! I love you! i hope you re ready for this on that first night in the hotel room i hope someday soon my fantasy will soon this weekend be a very welcome reality!I love you

Your Beautiful Wife…

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Entering the room he finds her lying naked on the bed and slowly climbs on top sixty-nine style.

All thumbs he gently spreads her moist lips and breathes in the soft fragrance of her sex.

Lowering his mouth, he savors her delicious taste.

Sucking that pink rosebud into his mouth he clenches it firmly between his teeth.

Her whole body vibrates as his rough tongue brushes back and forth pressing her against the inner surfaces of his teeth.

Lowering his hips, the tip of his cock contacts her mouth.

Opening her mouth, he slides in, balls bumping against her nostrils. Gasping for breath her nose sucks in his powerful man scent, her mouth a shock of his short hairs.

Lifting up to let her breathe she resists assuring him that she is okay. Wrapping her arms around his ass she clasps her hands and pulls him back down, his cock sliding deeper.

Relaxing, his cock swells and fills her mouth, the head bumping against the back of her throat.

His tongue wags feverishly, searching intently for her hot button as she continues gurgling and gagging on his manhood.

‘Found it!’ he thinks to himself as her volcanic eruption begins. Gallons and gallons of hot lady-lava gush forth from deep within her, coating his face and running down between her legs! The tremors continue as more and more, steamy, sticky, bursa escort sweet and salty lady-lava spews out from the depths!

‘Wow! Awesome! Gush away!’ he thinks to himself. His lady ALWAYS cums first!

Depleted her body goes limp. Releasing his jaw, he lifts his head and she pops out of his mouth and she jumps from discomfort as he looks down upon her. That beautiful, engorged, pink rosebud has blossomed into a beautiful flower!

A short rest and she returns from the land of ecstasy to the land of the living. Grabbing his hips she rocks him up and down. Up. Cock slipping out of her mouth and she kisses the head; down. Back in. Wet lips provide just the right amount of friction until the head bottoms out against the back of her throat. Swallowing repeatedly she massages and stimulates the head as moans escape from his mouth.

The swallow massage is just one of many techniques of hers which drive him wild making him cum in no time at all, his sticky essence shooting directly down her throat bypassing her tongue. Her gag reflex kicks in but somehow she manages to maintain control as the sticky cum coats the lower regions of her throat.

Raising up he pulls out, turns around and kisses her on the mouth.

Emptied, his erection begins to soften. But he is not yet finished. Before losing rigidity, he slips between bursa escort bayan her legs and with some difficulty pushes inside, her warmth and wetness revitalizing him.

“Oh my!” she cries out, feeling him grow inside of her.

“I think he is ready for round two,” he says, “I sure hope you are too.”

“I am,” she responds, “That protein snack you just fed me re-energized me!”

Rock hard again but his essence spent – for the time being at least – he still desires to take her over the top again. Thrusting in and out he seals his mouth over hers. Opening his mouth wider he seals off her nostrils – with his mouth this time!

Unable to breathe her eyes grow wide as she pushes her tongue into his mouth. Sucking her tongue in further he grabs it between his teeth, his upper lip reflexively breaking its seal over her nose. She gasps for air as her eyes burn into this man who she loves and trusts completely. Not in terror but with extreme arousal as her body begins convulsing in ecstasy. She is cumming a second time!

When her body finally relaxes his teeth let her tongue go. Kissing his way to her more sensitive ear, the left one, his tongue gently caresses it as he whispers into it, “Would you like another?”

“No, no, no! she replies, out of breath, “do you want me to have a heart attack?”

“At least you escort bursa would die happy,” he jokingly replies, still buried hard and deep inside her.

‘Slurp, slurp, slurp,’ he begins thrusting inside her. . .

“No!” she cries out. “It’s too sensitive!”

Resting on top of her he lies perfectly still his manhood buried deep inside her. Looking into her eyes intently he mouths, “I love you,” before his lips meet hers for a long kiss as she drifts off to sleep exhausted.

Pulling out he rolls off and leaves her sleeping while he showers.

Returning from his shower he finds her still in bed. She hasn’t moved a muscle but is wearing a contented smile as she stares up at the ceiling.

Noticing him her eyes follow his squeaky-clean body as he walks over and stands next to her.

“You are one AMAZING lover,” she announces, her smile growing even bigger.

“You definitely deserve it,” he responds.

“I feel like I didn’t do enough for you,” she says.

“You were wonderful,” he adds.

“Cum closer,” she says and she sucks his limp cock into her mouth.

He begins growing as she rolls him around in her mouth but he pulls out saying, “Enough for today. You don’t have to do that. I’m quite happy already,” and picks up his clothes and begins dressing.

Fully dressed he leans over her naked body, kissing from her ticklish toes up to her lips, lingering briefly at her lower pair before continuing up to her upper ones.

Wrapping her arms around him she gives him a big hug along with a sloppy wet kiss and whimpers, “I love you.”

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The night was hot. Humid. The air heavy with moisture. Unable to sleep, she lay in bed listening to the whine of the overhead fan, watching the shadow of the whirling blades across her legs. “So hot!” she said out loud. Her short black lace night gown clung to her body, perspiration trickling down between her breasts. Sitting up in bed, she looked at the clock on the table next to her bed. 1 AM. Thunder was rumbling in the distance. She swung her legs to the side of the bed and sat with her feet on the floor, looking across the room to the open French doors. Turning on the bedside lamp, she got up and slowly walked through the doors onto the balcony. The full moon was shinning brightly between the gathering dark clouds. A characteristically wide ring around the moon. Sure sign of a storm approaching, she thought. A soft breeze blew across her face. Holding onto the railing of the balcony, she lifted her chin into the air and took a deep breath, enjoying the cooling effect of the breeze. Movement caught her attention out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head toward the stable, but didn’t see anything. “I need to cool off, and it’s a beautiful night for a ride. I imagine Seascape would enjoy a midnight run.” She turned and rushed back into her bedroom. Pulling on her blue jeans, she decided not to put a top on. “I’m covered by this nitie and no one will see me anyway.” She grabbed her boots and was on her way to the stable. He stood watching her from the stable door. She was a vision, standing there in the moonlight. The breeze caught her long black hair and blew it across her face. He could see through her night gown with the light from her bedroom behind her. He could see the outline of her breasts and her slim waist, that gave way to a shapely buttocks. He drew in a sharp breath and blew it out slowly as he felt himself stir. Wiping perspiration from his brow, he walked back into the stable.

She walked across the extensive grounds of the estate enjoying the breeze. Seascape caught her scent when she entered the stable and whinnied. She walked up to the chestnut, rubbed his nose and patted his neck, talking softly to him. “How would you like to go for a midnight ride boy? Maybe cool off a bit.”

“Don’t you think you should wait? It’s going to storm.”

Startled at the unexpected voice, she turned swiftly around, with her hand over her heart that was thumping wildly in her chest. Sucking in a ragged breath, she said, “Who are you and what are you doing here?” He was standing in the shadows.

“I didn’t mean to frighten you, ma’am.” His gaze wandered to her heaving breasts, and a faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. It had started to rain on her way to the stable, and the top of her lacy see through night gown, clung to her like a second skin. His perusal of her led him to her boot covered feet, and slowly back up to her flashing, angry dark eyes.

She crossed her arms over her breasts and through clinched teeth said, “What do you think your doing, and why haven’t you answered me? Who are you and what are you doing here?”

“My name is Ken. Ken Drexal. I’m the new foreman. I was hired today.” He stepped out of the shadows and offered her his hand as he said, “and you are?”

She sucked in her breath as he stepped into the dim light that was always left on at night. It was her turn to peruse him and she did it slowly. He was much taller then her 6 foot height. At least 6 foot 5 inches, she thought. She began her assessment of him by looking in his eyes. What she saw was unmistakable desire. His face was not handsome, but ruggedly good looking, with a square chin. Her eyes lowered to his torso. He wore no shirt, the belt on his bursa escort blue jeans was unbuckled and the top button was unfastened. He had a heavily haired massive chest, and muscled arms that had weight lifter written all over them. She let her eyes wander further down to the growing bulge in his jeans. Impressive, she thought, as she drew in a deep breath. His legs were long and muscular. His jeans didn’t conceal any part of him. It had been a long time since she’d been with a man and this man was unlike any she had met before. Instant attraction! She wondered what he would feel like, skin to skin. Her face felt warm. Looking at him, she saw a knowing smile looking back at her. Ignoring it, she held out her hand and said, “My name is Nancy Parsons. My father owns this estate. I knew he was looking for a foreman, but didn’t know he had hired one today.” He took her hand in his and raised it to his lips as he took a step closer. They were inches apart. When his lips touched her hand she felt moisture gathering , felt tingling where she hadn’t felt it in a long time.

“Pleased to meet you Miss Parsons.”

Their eyes locked. He looked down at her pouty lower lip and wanted to taste it. She looked at his full masculine lips and that was all the encouragement he needed. He brushed her lips lightly with his, back and forth. His hands came to her either side of her face and tilted her head up for better access. They looked into each other’s eyes and he lowered his head to lightly brush her lips again. Her heart began to pound. She had never felt lips as soft as his. Had never been kissed as tenderly. He kissed her then, with little pressure, just enough to put his lips fully on hers. He felt her breathing increase and felt himself stir, for the second time that night. The tip of his tongue traced her lips and she parted them slightly, inviting him in. He didn’t enter, instead he sucked her lower lip, then her top lip, brushing them with his. Making love to them. She had never been turned on this much from kissing. Ever! He deepened the kiss then, increasing the pressure. Her arms had remained at her sides, were suddenly on his shoulders, pulling him closer. That was what he wanted. He wanted her to come to him. His hands left her face. He put his arms around her and crushed her to his chest, feeling her ample breasts pressed against him. He claimed her mouth then. His tongue parting her lips, searching for and finding hers. He thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth…….slowly, tongue fucking her mouth. She whimpered and he grew hard. She felt his hardness against her stomach and began rubbing him with her hand. He thrust his hips in rhythm to her rubbing, then pulled away from her and looked tenderly into her eyes and said, “Do you want me to stop?’

“No.”

“Do you want this as much as I do?”

“Yes.”

“Will you trust me completely and do as I say without question? You will experience exquisite pleasure and I promise no harm will come to you.”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to remove your clothing now. I want you to stand there and allow me to do it.” When he had her undressed, he walked around her slowly, looking at every inch of her luscious body. Her breasts were full, uplifted at just the right angle, with pink nipples that he ached to suck. Her back was straight and sloped to a heart shaped buttocks. She had a lacy black butterfly tattoo behind her right shoulder. So sexy, he thought. Her legs were long and shapely. Her skin creamy and flawless. Her black curly hair hung down to mid back. He came around to the front of her and looked at her beautiful face. He had never seen a woman this lovely and never a woman he desired more then this woman. bursa escort bayan Holding her eyes with his, he unzipped his jeans, let them fall to the floor and kicked them away. He stood in front of her. A giant of a man. Tall, rugged and fully aroused. Her eyes were drawn to his manhood. She sucked in her breath at his size. He was magnificent and she wanted him! All of him!

Thunder rumbled closer and it began to rain harder. It was hot and sultry. He had perspiration on his brow and she glistened with the heat. The breeze had turned into wind, but it was hot wind and brought little relief to the sticky night.

The stable was of modest size, with six stalls and four horses. The two empty stalls were scrubbed clean with fresh straw on the floor. It was to one of these stalls that he lead her.

They walked hand in hand to the stall. The air was close. No breeze reached this area. So hot, he thought. She’s perspiring now, but she’s going to get much hotter. He turned her so she was facing a wall and said, “I want you to take two steps back, then put out your hands and lean against the wall with your arms straight. Then I want you to spread your legs wide.”

She followed his instructions.

“Perfect. Now, do not remove your hands from that wall. No matter what I do to you or what you feel. Do not remove your hands. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” she said.

She was beautiful standing there like that. All his. Trusting. Anticipating. A small trickle of sweat running down her back. Her breasts hanging slightly, in full view as he stood to the side looking at her, wondering what she was thinking. His cock throbbed as he took it into his hand and stroked it. “Look at me,” he commanded, “Look at what I’m doing.” She watched him stroking, her eyes filled with desire. “Do you want this,?

“Yes.”

“How bad do you want this?

“I want it bad.”

“Where do you want this?”

“I want to taste it and then I want to feel it inside of me.”

“Where inside of you.”

“Everywhere you want to put it.”

“Your hands are slipping. Put them back up there!”

He walked up behind her, put one hand on her hip and pulled her hair to the side with his other hand. Bending he kissed the side of her neck, from her ear to her shoulder and back up again, then went to the other side. She sighed and her legs began to tremble. He had found her vulnerable spot. All inhibitions were gone when her neck was kissed like that. She was filled with desire. Wet. He turned her head to the side and kissed her deeply, lingering, loving the feel of her mouth on his. He stepped back and told her to look straight ahead, then he walked up behind her, his body pressed against hers, and held a breast in each hand. She inhaled deeply as he rolled her nipples. She laid her head back on his chest and whimpered as he pinched them ..hard…not hard enough to cause real pain…but hard enough to be slightly uncomfortable. A woman’s body is wondrously put together. There is a direct line from nipple to vagina, almost like a bolt of electricity, and she felt every watt. So hot! His strong hands gently squeezed her breasts, kneading them. He ducked under arms and came up in front of her, sucking one breast and then the other. Giving each one thoural attention. Nibbling, tongue swirling around each erect nipple. She moaned her pleasure. Only when he had had his fill did he leave her and press his body to her back, his rock hard cock between the cheeks of her ass moving up and down, teasing both of them. He began kissing her back, down..down..across her buttocks down the outside of one leg to the ankle, crossing over to the inside, kissing up…up…stopping escort bursa at the place she wanted him to go…down the inside of her other thigh and up the outside, to her buttocks and back to her neck. Her hands came off of the wall. She reached back to hold his head. Her heart pounding, every nerve awake, eyes closed and head rolling from side top side.

“Put your hands back on the wall!”

She did.

He reached between her legs from the back, and felt her wetness, inserting first one finger and then two, taking them out and sliding them up her slit to her hard nub. He pressed in on it and held it there. She moaned when he started rubbing “Ohhh…please,” she said, “Your driving me insane.” Her legs stiffened and he stopped.

“Keep looking at the wall,”

She heard him move away from her, then heard him return.

“Spread your legs wider and look down so you can watch.” She spread her legs as far as she could without falling and looked down. He placed and old three legged milking stool on the floor slightly in front of her spread-eagled legs, then sat down with his head facing her love mound.

“Do you know what I’m going to do to you now?”

“Yes.’

“Do you want me to?”

“Yes, oh god , yes!”

His hot tongue licked her. Tasted her. He loved how she tasted. A slight mustiness that was all woman. His tongue flicked back and forth across her hard clit.

She could feel her inner muscles clamping down on nothing. She needed him inside of her. She begged him, “Please fuck me! Fuck me now!”

He grabbed her clit with his mouth and began sucking gently. Her hips thrusting forward, unable to remain still. Her hands dropped to his head. He stopped.

‘Put your hands back on that wall. I don’t want to have to tell you again!”

She put her hands back on the wall.

He started sucking her clit again, only harder this time, while inserting two fingers into her pussy and one finger into her anus. She rotated her hips wildly, thrusting, calling out, whimpering and moaning, Her toes were curling and gripping the floor and her fingers were pushed hard into the wall. He felt her stiffen and sucked harder and faster until she came. She screamed, over and over again, everytime her body convulsed. He loved making her cum. Sweat was dripping off of her.

He was so hard! It took every ounce of control he had not to touch himself, not to cum. He stood up and putting his hands on top of hers, gently put her arms down to her sides, turned her around to face him, and held her in his arms. He whispered softly, “Suck me, please.”

She dropped to her knees, took his hard cock into her mouth and sucked him. She not only sucked him, but made love to his cock with her mouth, taking it into the back of, and down her throat. She kissed it and licked it and sucked it, then went to his balls and gave them the same attention. He thought he had died and gone to heaven. She felt his balls tighten and stopped. She laid down on the soft hay and said, “Fuck me, please fuck me.”

He did. He entered her and inch at a time. Feeling her muscles grip him, pulling him deeper. They moved in unison. Meeting each other. Fucking. Breathless. Hearts beating as one. He pounded her! His balls slapping her ass. Harder and harder and faster, using all of his strength. She was screaming, “Please don’t stop….please don’t stop….I’m going to cum again…and she did. He could feel his climax building….building….that heavenly sensation of suspension just before he exploded deep inside of her. He collapsed on top of her, utterly and totally spent. They lay panting, breathless, their sweat mixing together.

The storm hit. Torrential rain. Thunder shook the ground. Lightening lighted the sky and the stable. The storm outside was raging as violently as their love making had been inside. The wind was no longer hot. It blew across their hot bodies, cooling them.

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Over the internet I have told you about a favorite place I know of, a magical, romantic, special place. It’s about an hour drive from my place, and ten miles off the highway. Not too many people know of it’s whereabouts, mostly locals, so there’s a good chance of having the place to yourself. When others are there, most of the time they are naked, so it’s always an interesting time there.

We have planned to meet for some time now, and just before I picked you up I have bought some sub sandwiches and pop. I also have beer and wine and candles. We kiss and hug and get in my van and head out on the highway. As we drive we talk and get to know each other, although it seems like we’ve know each other for a long time from our chats on the internet. We are grinning and giggling most of the time like young teenagers! I ask you to show me the swimsuit you have brought, and you open your bag and pull out a few inches of black material that totally impresses me! I ask you to put it on as we drive, and with a giggle you go into the rear of the van and start taking off your clothes. I realize how dangerous it makes my driving as I’m spending more time looking in the rear view mirror than on the road. When you finish adjusting the tiny bikini you make your way back to the front of the van and as you bend over to get in the front I get a great view of your swaying breasts and wide hips. Your near naked body takes my breath away and produces a wide grin on my face, and a familiar stirring in my crotch. You get settled in the passenger seat and ask me if I like what I see. I nod my head repeatedly and shout “Yes!” and you laugh. We drive like that whenever there is traffic coming towards us, but when the road is clear you flash your breast and pussy at me driving me wild. I have my cock sticking out of my swimsuit and you occasionally reach over and give it a rub which really affects my driving.

Soon we are off the highway and on the final part of the trip, but as the road is pretty bumpy you have to hang onto the dash and door we behave decently. At the very last part, you put on shorts and a blouse in case there is a family at the hot springs. If there is, we only have to wait until they leave, then we’ll have the place to ourselves. When we get there, there are a few vehicles there, but that’s okay. We can pass the time eating our sandwiches.

We grab our bags and walk up the short trail toward some bushes. The trail goes through the bushes like a little tunnel and as I follow you I look at your bum and feel it. You like my hands there and giggle as I do so. On the other side of the tunnel it opens up and you let out a pleasant and surprised “OOOH!” It’s two pools surrounded by rocks next to a small creek.

Each pool is about thirty feet in diameter, one about three feet lower than the other. We drop our bags and take off our shoes and socks as we approach the edge. There is a family there, about six of them, with kids, so we keep our clothes on for now. I hold your hand as we approach the edge and you dip your foot in the water and you exclaim “OOoooo, that’s nice!” I follow you into the water and lead you to one side where we can sit on a flat rock and the water is up to our necks. We feel like we are floating here and the water is exactly body temperature and the feeling is like you are floating. This hot spring is totally bursa escort odorless, unlike a lot of other springs. I can see that you are already in love with this place and are getting quite comfortable already.

The young kids are laughing and splashing and keeping us on good behavior, so I take the opportunity to get the sandwiches out. We need to eat them now as I think the family will be leaving soon, and we won’t have time to eat then. It’s approaching suppertime, and although the sun will be up for a few more hours, it’s behind a mountain, so it’s still light but not bright sunshine where we are.

We are in the upper pool, and after we eat our sandwiches we get a little braver and dress down to our swimsuits. You are a little nervous at first but realize than while in the water, you’re mostly safe from leering eyes. I produce a cool beer for us and I also have a bottle of wine if you’d prefer it, but you’ll have some of that later you say.

Luckily, the family prepares to leave and we are glad. As soon as they are out of sight and hear their voices going down the trail I whip my swimsuit off and am tugging at yours! You giggle and laugh and express concern about getting caught by newcomers. I take your hand and lead you to the lower pool. From the lower edge we can see the parked cars and anyone coming our way. I also move our bags closer so we can easily reach drinks and cigarettes.

I sit on another flat rock and pull you towards me. You’re floating; just your neck and head above water and you open your legs and effortlessly wrap them around my waist as you guide your pussy towards my rigid cock. My hands are on your waist and you glide onto my hard shaft, slowly but fully until I am completely inside you. My hands reach around to your back and pull you towards me and I feel your breasts on my chest and notice your nipples are hard and erect. I grab your hips and begin to slide you back and forth creating a mutual rhythm that creates waves that splash and gurgle all around the pool. I kiss and nibble your neck and earlobe and lips, amidst pants and moans. We are both so excited that it doesn’t take long before we approach orgasm together, you are surprised how easy it is to fuck like this, and it’s almost like being in outer space. As we start to cum I grunt and groan out loud and you are nearly shrieking! I feel your pussy clamp around my cock as you shudder and tremble on my pole. I pump and pump into you, it seems eternal, but does eventually ease up and slow down. Your arms are around my neck and now your forehead is resting on mine as our movements slow down to a pleasant stop.

The afterglow for us both is wonderful and the warm water seems to make it last even longer. Still on my cock, you hold my hands and lean back, your head going back to get your hair wet. I raise you up a little so that your breasts are above water and I can lick and suck them, running my tongue around your hard nipples! I slide you off my horny cock and as you raise your head upright I ask you to stand. My eyes are glued on your wet naked body as you stand up, the water running off you, dripping off your breasts and nipples as you pull your hair back and down your back. I turn you around, facing the lower edge of the pool and bend you over. In this position your head is over the edge so that you can see the cars bursa escort bayan below. I am a little higher and can also see them. It’s quite a turn on, like semi public sex. I approach you from the rear and push my throbbing cock into your cunt again. I hear you gasp, but not loud enough for the people below to hear. I’m sure they heard us earlier and that they are fully aware of what we are doing. I slam into you all the way and love the feeling of my pubic hairs when they press hard against your wet, naked bum! I alternate between running my hands over your ass, bare back and around to grope your delicious boobs. We both tell each other that we are going to cum again and I speed up the stroking and my cock gushes gobs of cum deep into your steaming hot cunt again! We watch as the cars start moving out of the parking place, and when we think they can’t see us to well, we both stand up and wave goodbye. We are both laughing; this is such a great place!

I produce another beer for us both and we sip on them while we relax a bit. We’ll be doing a lot of this, so little rests will be helpful. We take turns with different sitting position, she on me, me on her. Weight is not a problem here so there are many positions possible that would be difficult on a bed. I also show her little things about the pools. Where the deepest places are, the pipe that someone has stuck in the bank to make a kind of shower, where the hot water comes into the pool and the small cold creek at one side.

I tell her to be totally quiet for a while and listen. There is no sound except for birds chirping and water bubbling. It’s so peaceful and pleasant here, you never want to leave. And I tell you to lie back and float in the water, your ears underwater. I put my hands under your bum and with the slightest effort take your weight so that you don’t have to kick your legs or move your arms. This is so totally relaxing it’s easy to fall asleep. If you don’t, it’s very invigorating. And if it’s raining, with your ears underwater, there’s and amazing song of the raindrops on the water as they plinck , plonck into the water, each with a slightly different sound!

We screw like young teenagers several more times and the sun finally sets. Darkness is approaching now, and I notice you feel a bit nervous. I surprise you by producing a candle from my bag, and jamming it into a beer can half full of water. I light it and set it adrift in the pool. A couple others I melt the bottom and stick them to the surrounding rocks. This produces a soft romantic glow all around and is truly delightful! I see your wide smile of approval, and it’s all we need to continue our sensual erotic games! After placing the candles, I walk back towards you, my cock and balls out of the water. You take the opportunity to suck my cock into your wanting mouth. I gasp with surprise as I’m not expecting it but welcome it wholeheartedly! I see you looking into my eyes as you bob your head on my cock, and know that you love doing that and if your lips weren’t around my cock you would be smiling with pleasure! You alternate sucking with running your tongue up and down the seam and sucking my balls into your mouth, one at a time and both, running your tongue around them, then back up the seam, tickling the underside of the tip, into the slit, around the head and back to fucking my escort bursa cock with your mouth. You do this so exquisitely that I’m ready to blow a load of cum into your mouth and tell you so. I hear, or feel you moan in approval, and I shoot loads of cum into your milking mouth. My legs are weak after such a strong orgasm and settle back into the warm waters. You hold me close and cuddle me as I gradually float back to earth. When I regain my composure, I tell her that now it’s her turn. She giggles and releases me to float on my back. She gets a kick out of how my cock points straight up like a mast!

I float over to the flat rock, she guides me into place by grabbing my cock and pulling me into position! As I reach it, I sit and she stands up in front of me, legs apart. The sight of her tits, nipples, shave pussy and lips are fantastic, and my hands reach behind her and grab her cheeks, pulling her pussy towards my face. She steps closer to me, legs straddling mine and places her hands on the sides of my head, guiding me to where she wants attention the most. I flatten out my tongue and lick the length of her slit and feel her shudder. I suck her pussy lips roughly into my mouth and flick them around. Making my tongue into a hard shaft I search for her clit. I lick up and down and around. I love the feeling of her clit getting hard from the attention! I here her gasp and moan as my slimy tongue finds its target. She starts to tell me how good it feels, to lick that clit, suck that cunt, and that she’s going to cum all over my face. I massage her bum, tickle her butt hole with a finger and urge her to blow off on my face! Her hands go to the back of my head and push my face hard into her as she screams out loud and I taste her juices flooding out of her very core! We both relax in each others arms again, the warm waters covering us like a warm eiderdown quilt.

As we drink another beer, we hear a vehicle driving up the mountain road. We are so disappointed and even angry that soon we won’t be alone anymore. We know it will be about five minutes before they’re in the pool with us, so we decide to have one more fuck before we’re done. I lean back as if to float, she stands and straddles me, impaling herself on my throbbing cock. She slowly lies on top of me and starts fucking me while on top. I see her ass bobbing in the water and feel her tits on my chest. I love the feeling of her velvet cunt surrounding and squeezing my cock as she has her way with me. We hear car doors slamming, and we hurry our movements to cum quicker. She tries to stifle her screams this time and I try to quieten my moans as we cum one last time in this wonderful place. We both quiver in each others arms as we cum together and kiss each other, hands roaming all over each other.

Now we have to quickly find our clothes and get dressed. Just as we manage this, people are coming through the bush, laughing, talking and carrying lots of beer. All young guys. I know this is a dangerous situation for her and need to get her out of there before they get drunk, so we are putting on our shoes an packing our bags as they are getting undressed. They take delight in showing off their cocks to her and asking her to stay, and she looks embarrassed and is as anxious as I to leave. We reluctantly leave our special place and head down the trail to the van. At least we know that we can stop at any convenient place and screw again, but feel very sad because we have to leave. We realize that if we were with another couple, or group that we all knew that we would not have left and fucked all night long!

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