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Böyle Sikişeceğimiz Hiç Aklıma Gelmezdi! (Dilek 37 Y., İstanbul / Türkiye) Selam ben Dilek, 37 yaşında, 13 yıllık evli, 2 çocuklu bir kadınım. Kocam iyi bir insan, onu çok seviyorum, kocam da beni çok sever. Yatakta da uyumlu bir çiftiz. Hemen hemen her gece sikişiriz ve her sikişmemizde kendisi 2 defa boşalırken, beni de en az 5-6 kez orgazm eder. Çok ve renkli fantazilerimiz vardır ve aklımıza gelen fantazileri gerçekleştiririz. Yatakta sikiş esnasında acaip azdırıcı şeyler konuşuruz, küfürlü falan. Ve sikişmemiz daha kaliteli ve mükemmel olur. Bundan 3 sene önce Erdeğe tatile gitmiştik. Denize giriyorduk, çocuklarla plajda oturup oyunlar oynuyorduk. Bazen de deniz sakinken, fantazimiz olduğu için denizin içinde sikişiyorduk. Yine bir gün sahilde güneşleniyorduk. Devamlı aynı yere gittiğimiz için, sahilde aşağı yukarı hep aynı kişiler vardı. Yanımızda getirdiğimiz, benim yaptığım böreklerden yerken, kocam, yakımızda oturan ailenin çocuğunun bize baktığını gördü ve bir börekte çocuğa uzattı. Ama çocuk almak istemedi. Derken annesi yattığı yerden kalktı ve “Oğlum ne yapıyorsun sen? Amcayı rahatsız etme!” dedi. Ben de hemen, “Yok ne rahatsızlığı, çocuk bu, canı çekmiştir diye kocam çocuğa börek veriyordu.” dedim. Kadın, “Tamam ozaman, amcanın verdiği böreği al, ama bir daha rahatsız etme!” dedi. Kocam da çocuğa, “Olur mu, istersen yine gel al!” dedi. Kadın çocuğun elinden tutup götürdü. O sırada kadının kocası da bize bakıyor, dinliyordu. O da teşekkür etti… Sonra biz denize girdik, bizim çocuklar kumlarla oynuyordu. Denizden çıktığımızda, baktık o börek verdiğimiz çocukla annesi de kumla oynuyorlardı. Ben de yanlarına oturdum, kadınla tanıştım. Kadının adı Serpilmiş. Kocam da kadınla oturuyorum diye havlu getirdi, sırtıma doladı, sonra şezlonga gidip uzandı. Biz çocuklarla biraz oynadıktan sonra, ben kalktım kumlardan temizlenmek için denize doğru yöneldim. Serpil de, “Bekle Dilek, ben de geleyim!” dedi, beraber denize girdik. Denizde temizlenip çıktık, Serpil kocasının yanına gitti, ben de kocamın yanına geldim uzandım. Biraz sonra Serpilin kocası dondurma almış gelmiş, çocuklara ve bize verdi. O sayede onnla da tanıştık, adı Burak imiş. Sohbet filan derken, Serpil de geldi, hep birlikte konuşmaya başladık. Onlar da İstanbuldan gelmişler. Artık akşam olmaya başlamıştı, saat 20:00 civarı idi. Bu arada ben Burağı bayağı süzmüştüm, adam hoşuma gitmişti. Burağın bakışlarından, onun da benden hoşlandığı belliydi. Kalkarken, “Akşam beraber yemek yiyelim!” dediler. Biz de, “Olur!” dedik ve buluşmak için sözleştikten sonra evlere doğru yola çıktık. Evde duşumuzu yaptık, giyindik, kuşandık ve çocukları yatırdıktan sonra, saat 22:00 gibi dedikleri yerde buluştuk. Güzel bir restoranda oturduk, yemek yedik, sohbet muhabbet ettik. Sonra kalktık bir Cafeye gittik birşeyler içtik, sonra vedalaştık… Ertesi gün denize gittik, onlar da geldiler, yine sohbet muhabbet. Arada denize girip çıktık. Ama adam hep bana bakıp, beni tepeden tırnağa süzüyordu. Serpili de kocamı süzerken birkaç defa gördüm. Dikkatimi çekti, yürüken, oturuken, uzanırken, Serpil hep kocamın sikine bakıyordu. Gerçi kocam hep şort giyer ve denize de o şekilde girer. Kocamın siki biraz büyük olduğu için, ne kadar saklasada farkediliyordu. Özellikle ıslakken. Bunu kocama da söyledim, “Serpili senin sikine bakarken kaç defa yakaladım!” diye. Kocam da, “Yok artık daha neler! Kadının işi gücü yok, benim sikime mi bakacak? Hem kocası devamlı yanında, üstelik kocası gayet yakışıklı bir adam!” deyip güldü geçiştirdi. Ben, “Kadın sana kafayı takmış, sana kendini siktirirse hiç şaşırma!” deyince, kocam zevklenerek öyle bir kahkaha attı ki, tüm plaj dönüp bize baktı. Aradan 3-4 gün geçti, onların tatili bitmiş, dönüyorlardı. Vedalaştık gittiler. 1-2 gün sonra biz de İstanbula döndük. 2 gün sonra Brak kocamı cepten aradı, “Bugün görüşelim mi?” dedi. Kocam da, “Olur!” dedi. Akşam Kadıköyde buluştuk, nezih bir Bara gittik. Eğlendik, içtik, dans ettik, oynadık, kurtlarımız döktük. Ordan çıkınca onlar, “Hadi bize gidelim, birer kahve içelim, kendimize gelelim!” dediler. Zaten içmeye gideceğiz diye kocam arabayı almamıştı. “Tamam!” dedik, onlara gittik. Yolda sohbete devam ederek evlerine geldik. Çok güzel evleri vardı, dubleks. Serpil, “Siz oturun, biz üstümüzü değiştirip gelelim!” dediler. Burak ta, “Orda dolapta Viski var, içerseniz alın, kendi eviniz gibi davranın, çekinmeyin!” dedi. Kocam da, “Kahve içmeye geldik, içki içmeye değil.” dedi. Burak, “Kahveleri Serpil yapacak nasılsa, siz ozmana kadar boş durmayın!” dedi. Kocam kalktı, bir duble kendine, azda bana getirdi. 5 dakika sonra Serpil geldiğinde, üstüne ince tek parça penyeden, çiçekdesenli, diz üstü, gecelik gibi, vücüdunu saran dar bir elbise giymiş, içinde sütyen de yoktu, göğüs uçları belli oluyordu. “Böyle giyindim, ama siz yabancı değilsiniz, zaten denizde bikiniyle gördüğünüz için… Ben kahve yapıp geliyorum, siz keyfinize bakın, Burak ta gelir şimdi, duşa girdi!” dedi. Bir baktık az sonra Burak ta penye capri ile geldi, “Tekrar hoşgeldiniz!” dedi. Serpil de, “Kahveler de geldi!” dedi. Oturduk kahvelerimizi içerken sohbet muhabbet filan derken, Burak, “Bir fıkra anlatmak istiyorum, ama biraz açık, eğer dinlemek isterseniz anlatayım?” dedi. Kocamla birbirimize baktık ve mecburen, “Anlat!” dedik. Bol küfürlü, belden aşağı bir fıkra anlattı. Sonra birkaç tane daha anlattı. Bu arada Serpil kocamın karşısında oturuyordu, bir ara bacaklarını araladığını gördüm, ki o anda altına külot da giymediğini farkettim. Ara ara komple açıyor, arada bacak bak üstüne atıyor ve kocama bakıyordu. Kocama baktım, o da arada Serpilin bacaklarına ve bacak arasına bakıyor, süzüyor, ama bakmamak için kafayı çevirip başka yerlere bakıyordu. Orospu Serpil kocamı baştan çıkarmaya çalışıyor ve işi de biliyordu orospu… Burak ta devamlı beni süzüyor, resmen gözleriyle soyuyordu beni. Benim de hoşuma gitmiyor değildi hani, nede olsa adam gerçekten yakışıklı idi, yakışıklı olduğunu kocam bile söylemişti. Bir ara lavaboyu sordum, Burak hemen kalktı, “Ben göstereyim, buyrun!” diyerek yolu gösterdi. Ben önden geçtim, o arkadan beni takip ediyordu. Ama gözlerinin kalçalarımda olduğunu tahmin edebiliyordum, üstümde zaten kalçalarımı sergilediğim, dizimin 1-2 parmak üstünde, siyah, hafif yırtmaçlı, üstüme oturan etek vardı. Labayo varana kadar, ne kadar sıklıdım anlatamam, sanki ben gittikçe lavabo kaçıyordu, rahatsız olmuştum kalçamdaki gözlerden. Ama hoşuma da gidiyordu ve ben beynime hakim olamıyor, istem dışı daha da kırıtıyordum yürürken. Serpille kocam da salonda yalnız kalmıştı, aklım bir yandan da ordaydı, acaba orospu Serpil bizim yokluğumuzda kocama ne orospuluklar yapıyor, kocamın aklını çelmeye çalışıyordu. Nihayet lavaboyo varmıştık, teşekkür ettim Burağa, o salona döndü, ben lavaboya girdim. İçerden kahkaha sesleri uzak olduğu halde bana kadar geliyordu. Neler konuşuyorlardı acaba, meraktan çatlıyordum. Külodumu indirdiğimde bir baktım ıslaklık vardı, elimi amıma atıp yokladım, farkında olmadan amım sırılsıklam olmuştu! Aman Tanrım, amım istem dışı ıslanmıştı ve bu da az önce Burağın önünde kırıta kırıta yürürken olmuştu. Daha önce hiç böyle olmamıştım. İşedikten sonra Burak aklıma geldi ve amımı okşamaya başladım. Amım ateş gibiydi, sanki amımda bir ekmek fırını vardı. Alev alev yanıyordu ve sular fışkırıyordu. Titreyerek orgazm olup boşaldıktan sonra kendime geldim. Hemen panik oldum, ben ne yapıyorum diyerek, tuvalet kağıdıyla amımı sildim, kurulamaya çalıştım, ama halen sularım geliyor, çığlık atmamak için dişlerimi sıkıyordum resmen. Sonra çıktım ve salona doğru yürümeye başladım… Burak, “Hah, Dilek hanım da geliyor işte!” dedi. O sırada Serpil kalkmış, bardakları toplarken kocamın önünde domalmış ve resmen külotsuz amı görünüyordu. Orospu Serpil pespembe amını kocamın gözleri önüne sergilemiş, ağırdan ağırdan bardakları alıyordu. Serpilin amını ben gördüğüme göre, kocam da illaki görmüştür diye kocama baktığımda, kocam çadırı kurmuş ve sikini saklamak için uğraşıyordu. Ama boşa çaba sarfediyordu, ne yapsa belli oluyordu. Ben yokken Serpil kim bilir ne orospuluklar yaptı, neler söyledi ki, kocamın sikini bu şelikle kaldırmıştı. Acaba Burak olayın farkında mı diye baktım, Burak ta çadırı kurmuştu. Demek ki Serpilin kocamı baştan çıkarması onun da hoşuna gidiyordu. Serpil sonra da kocasına doğru domalarak, kocamın önündeki bardağı aldı ve orospu bu sefer de göğüslerini kocama sergiliyordu. Göğüsleri yusyuvarlak, gayet alımlı ve benim göğüslerimden daha iri ve diri idi. Nerdeyse uçlarına kadar açıktaydı. Serpil adeta, (Benim malım mülküm bu!) der gibi, heryerini kocama sergiliyordu. Serpil bardaklarla mutfağa gidip, sonra da mutfaktan bana seslendi, “Dilek… Bana az yardım etsen?” diye. Ben de mutfağa gitmek için kalktım ve Burak yine kalçalarıma bakıyordu. Üstelik kocamın yanında. Mutfakta Serpil bana gülerek, “Kız orospu, sen ne şanslı karısın!” diye lafa girince ben şok oldum, ağzım açık kaldı. Bozuntuya vermeden, “Neden ki?” diyebildim sadece. “Kocan çok yakışıklı ve kocaman siki var! Erdekten beri kocanın sikine bakıyorum, hayran kalıyorum!” deyince, şaşkınlığıma bir 10 kat şaşkınlık daha eklendi. İçimden (Orospuya bak, bu ne kaşarlık, bu ne samimiyet, böyle şeyleri çekinmeden bana nasıl söylüyor!) diye geçirip, “Nerden çıktı bu şimdi?” dedim. Serpil devam etti, “Görünen köy kılavuz istemez kızım, siki bariz belli oluyor, zaten şuan çadırı kurmuş vaziyette, nerdeyse pantolonu yırtacak yaramaz şey!” dedi. Ben artık dayanamadım ve “Sen de az orospu değilsin! Kocamı azdırmak için herşeyi yaptın, ne am kaldı görmediği, ne göt, nede göğüslerin, hepsi piyasada! Üstünü değiştirdin geldin, altına don sütyen giymemişsin, birde açıp her dakika gösteriyorsun kocama, önünde domalıyorsun amını gösteriyor oturuyorsun, bacaklarını açıyorsun, eğiliyorsun göğüslerin komple dışarda! Kusura bakma da, o da insan yani, adama işkence yapıyorsun!” dedim. Serpil de, “Amaan, Tanrının bildiğini kuldan mı saklayacaksın? Hiç görmediği bilmediği şey mi sanki, seni sikerken zaten görmüyor mu am göt göğüs?” dedi. Yine şok oldum, cevap veremedim. Serpil ise pişkin pişkin, “Ee, nasıl sikiyor seni? Hangi pozisyonlarda sikişiyorsunuz?” dedi. Duyduklarıma inanamıyordum, “Sen nebiçim bir kadınsın yaa, utanmıyormusun?” dedim. “Asıl sen utanmıyormusun bu koca yarraklı adamı sadece kendine saklayıp cimrilik yapmaya!” demez mi birden, ben yine şok tabi. Ardından ekledi, “Ben bugün kendimi ona siktirisem kızarmısın?” dedi. Tepem iyice attı, “Sikmez ki seni! Bana ihanet etmez!” dedim, ama içimden de tabi, (Erkektir belli de olmaz!) diye geçirdim… Serpil, “Ozaman deneyelim mi? Ben bugün kendimi senin kocana siktireceğim! Kızmak yok!” dedi. “Tamam, sikerse siker, ne yapayım?” dedim, ama içimi acaip bir hırs ve pişmanlık kapladı, ya Serpil orospusu emeline ulaşırsa, ya kocam benden başka birini sikerse diye. Ki Serpil tuttuğunu koparan biriydi, daha eve gelişimizde üzerini değiştirip o şekilde karşımıza çıktığında belliydi iddialı olduğu. İçimden, (Eğer kocam öyle birşey yaparsa, ben de boş durmam, ben de Burağa kendimi siktiririm! Böylelikle hem kocamla sikişirken konuştuğumuz grup sex fantazimiz de gerçek olur! Zaten seyrettiğimiz pornolardan, yaptığımız fantazilerden bu olaya hazırlıklı sayılırız. Üstelik ben de hep istiyordum 2 tane yarrağı aynı anda yemeyi. Hem Burak ta gayet yakışıklı ve iyi bir adamdı, ondan iyisini mi bulacaktım bu iş için. Ve Serpil de çok güzel, alımlı, sexi ve istekli bir kadın, amcığı, götü, göğüsleri, vücudu gayet güzel, kocam da sikmek için bundan daha iyi am mı bulacak?) diye geçirdim ve herşeyi akışına bıraktım. Mutfaktan çıktık… İçerde Burakla kocam oturmuşler, ikisi de çadırı kurmuş, birerde içki koymuşlar kendilerine, birbirlerine amlı götlü, sikişli sokuşlu fıkralar anlatıyorlar. Bir bardak, birer bardak daha derken, alkolün de etkisiyle sohbet iyice açıldı saçıldı. Benim hep bir gözüm Serpilde, bir gözüm kocamda ve sikinde idi. Kocamın bakışlarından Serpile sulandığını anlayabiliyordum. Ama Burak ta bana resmen sulanıyor, aslıyordu. Ve benim amım yine sulanmış ve alev alev yanıyordu. Serpil kalktı, yine kocama doğru domaldı ve Burağın bardağını aldı, “Koyayım mı kocacığım?” dedi. Burak, “Koy karıcığım!” deyince, Serpil yine yapacağını yaptı ve “Aslında senin bana koyman lazım ama…” diyerek bardağı doldurdu. Sonra birde müzik açtı ve kocama dönüp sexi bir şekilde oynamaya başladı. Kocamı baştan çıkarmak ve kendini siktirmek için her şeyi yapıyordu ve gerçekten de beceriyordu da. Orospu çok güzel oynuyor, arada amına götüne kadar gösteriyordu. Ve az sonra kocamı dansa kaldırdı. Kocamın sikine sürtünerek, sevişircesine dans ediyordu… Burak ta beni kaldırdı. Ben de Serpile inat, tüm hünerlerimi ortaya koymak için kalktım ve dans etmeye başladım. Çok geçmeden arkamda Burağın sikini sert bir şekilde hissetmeye başlamıştım bile. Belli ki amacıma ulaşmıştım ve ben de Burağı azdırmıştım. Ama bana da ateş basmıştı, heryerim alev alev yanıyor, amım, (Sik beni Burak!) diye bağırıyordu. Kalçalarımda Burağın sikini hissettikce daha fena oluyordum ve Burağın sikini daha çok hissetmek için uğraşıyordum ve iyice sürtünüyordum. Derken Burak terlemeye başladı ve üstündeki tişortu çıkardı attı. O kaslı vücudunu zaten Erdekten biliyorum. Bu arada aklıma ne kocam, ne de Serpil geliyordu, ne yapıyorlar diye merak dahi etmiyordum. Kendimi müziğin ritmine bırakmış, Burağın sikini hisetmek için önümü dönmüş, Burağın bacaklarının arasında dans ediyordum ve eteğimi sanki yırtacakmış gibi zorlayan, amıma dayanan sikini hissetmek çok süper bir zevkti. Kocamınkinden başka bir sike sürtünmek bile beni baştan çıkartıyordu. Bir ara Burağın eli kalçalarımda gezinmeye başladı. Arada kalçalarımı sıkıyor, avuçlayarak beni kendine çekip dahada yapıştırıyordu. Acaba bunları kocam görüyor mu diye bakmak için bir döndüm ki, kocam gözlerini bana dikmiş ve (Ne yapıyorsun?) der gibi sertçe bakıyordu. Doğrusu utanmıştım, kocam Serpilin yaptığı okadar orospuluğa rağmen halen mesafeli duruyordu. Tam toparlanıp yerime oturayım diye aklımdan geçerken, Serpil bana ve Burağa baktı ve kocamın dudaklarına yapışıverdi. Kocam da bana nispet yaparcasına, bana bakıp Serpilin beline sarılıverdi. Acaba kocam bana çok mu kızdı, neden böyle birşey yaptı diye düşünürken, Burak elini eteğimin altında daldırıp, kalçalarımı sıkmaya ve yoğurmaya başladı. Bir parmağını da, küloduma rağmen amımın içine sokmaya çalışıyordu. Kocam bunu da görünce Serpile yumuldu. Artık ok yaydan çıkmıştı… Ben de Burağın dudaklarına yumuldum ve ısırıcasına öpmeye başladım. Dillerimiz buluştu, ıslak ıslak öpüşüyoruz. Elimi de Burağın önüne attım, şortunun üzerinden okşamaya başldım. İçine çamaşır giymemişti ve siki alev gibi yanıyordu. Ama kocamın sikinden küçük olduğu bir gerçekti. Demek ki orospu Serpil kocamın koca sikine o yüzden bu kadar takmış ve istemiş dedim içimden. Ama mecburen elimizdeki ile yetinceğiz. Aslında çok küçükte değildi, bir kadını doyuracak boyutlardaydı. Döndüm baktım ki, Serpil elbiseyi sıyırmış, elbise ayaklarının dibinde duruyor ve tüm çıplaklığıyla kocamla dans ediyordu. Serpil kocamın tişörtünü çıkarmıştı. Sonra da eğilip kocamın koca sikini dışarı salıverdi ve tüm hışmıyla yutarcasına o iri sikini ağzına almaya başladı. Orospu bir yandan da bana bakıyor, (Ohh, istediğime ulaştım işte!) der gibi hareketlerle, alabildiğince o iri siki ağzına alıyor, gırtlağına kadar sokuyor, tekrar çıkarıyor, arada svazlıyor, tekrar yalıyordu. Kocam da Serpilin göğüslerini avuçlamış yoğuruyordu. Kocamın da müthiş zevk aldığı belliydi… Ee, artık ben de boş durmamalıydım. Burağın şortunu indirdim ve o lavoboda beni kendimden geçiren siki serbest bıraktım. Gerçekten de düşündüğüm gibi kocamınkinden ufaktı, ama yine de güzel ve damarlıydı. Ben de aldım ağzıma ve başladım yalamaya, emmeye. Burak ta boş durmuyor, gömleğimi çıkarıyordu. Sütyenimi çözüp memelerimi salıverdi ve başladı avuçlamaya. Avuçlarken de, “Bebeğim benimki kocanınkinden küçük, ama idare edeceksin artık, işlevi iyidir, zamanla göreceksin, seni sike doyuracağım, seni deliler gibi sikeceğim bebeğim, bebek gibisin, harikasın, 2 tane çocuk doğurmuşsun ama halen taş gibisin, kocan çok şanslı adam!” demesi beni dahada ateşledi ve yutarcasına sikini emeye yalamaya başladım. Bir yandan da taşaklarını yoğuruyordum. Buraktan zevk sesleri gelmeye başladı ve birden ağzıma boşalıverdi. Hepsini yuttum. Kocamınkini bile pek yutmam, ama bunu çok büyük bir iştahla, isteyerek, her damlasını yuttum ve ziyan olmasın diye de, komple kafasını yalayarak temizledim… O sırada Kocam da Serpil ağzını resmen sikercesine pompalıyor, Serpil de kendi amını avuçluyor ve okşuyordu. Çok geçmeden kocam da Serpilin ağzına boşaldı. Fakat öyle bir boşalmıştı ki, Serpilin ağzına döller resmen fışkırıyordu. Serpil de yutmaya çalışıyor, ama yetişemiyordu. Kocam boşaldığı halde siki daha inmemiş, halen taş gibi duruyordu. Serpil kocamın sikini emmeyi bırakmayınca, yerde 69 pozisyonun geçtiler, kocam da Serpilin amını yalamaya başladı. Ben de Burağın sikini tekrar hazırlamak için aldım ağzıma. Burağın siki hemen dikildi. “Hadi erkeğim, doyur beni, sik artık beni, amım alev alev yanıyor, sula onu döllerinle, söndür amımın ateşini!” dedim. Burak, “Yok! Önce amının tadını alacağım, suyunu içeceğim, sonra sikeceğim!” deyip beni yere doğru uzandırdı. Ben de iyice açtım bacaklarımı, amımı götümü komple önüne sergiledim. Yumuldu amımı yalamaya. Amımı yalarken, arada bir de götümü yalıyor, beni zevkten zevke uçuruyordu. Pembe bulutlarda geziyor, orgazm üstüne orgazmlar yaşıyordum. Serpil ise kocama, “Hadi rüyalarımın koca sikli erkeği, sik beni, amımı götümü sik parçala, onları bugün sana bol bol siktirecem, amımı da götümü de sike doyuracağım senin sayende erkeğim!” diye inliyordu. Kocam sikini eline almış, Serpilin amına sürtüyordu. Sonra birden geçirdi, Serpil orospusunun sesi soluğu kesildi. Kocam pompalarken Serpil inlemeyi bırakın, resmen ciyaklıyordu. Ben de, “Hadi Burak sen de beni sik!” diye bağırdım. “Tamam bebeğim!” diyerek, amıma sikinin kafasını hedefledi ve sırılsıklam amımın ıslaklığıyla bir anda giriverdi. Oysa ki amım ıslak da olsa, kocam girerken hissederdim, kanırtıra kanırtıra girerdi, amımı yara yara girerdi amıma. Burak amıma pompalamaya başladıdığında ben bir, “Ohhhh!” çektim. Bir yandan da kocamla Serpile bakıyordum. Serpil elini göğüslerine atmış mıncıklıyor, sıkıyordu. Belli ki kocam onu boşaltmak üzereydi. Ve Serpil bağıra bağıra boşalmaya başladı. Az sonra da Burak benim içime boşaldı, hemen ardından da ben rahatladım… Kocam ise daha boşalmamıştı. Serpil kocama, “Hadi erkeğim, benim götümü de sik, yırt götümü o koca sikinle!” diyerek domaldı. Kocam da Serpilin götüne dayadı ve girmeye çalışıyordu. Ama Serpil kocamın sikini alamıyordu. Sonunda kafası girer gibi oldu, ama Serpil orospusu feryad figan bağırıyordu. Bir baktım bacaklarından hafiften kan süzülüyor, sanırım kocamınkini alamamış ve götü yırtılmıştı. Serpil, “Bu böyle olmayacak! Burak sen gel götüme gir, aç götümü, senin sikine alışık benim göt nasılsa! Sen de koca sikli erkeğim uzan, tost yapacaksınız beni! Sonra da Dileği tost yaparsınız!” diyerek kocamı uzatıp, sikini amına alarak üstüne yavaşca oturmaya başladı. Yarak amına girerken Serpilden acı acı sesler geliyordu ve zor da olsa köküne kadar yavaş yavaş almıştı. Burak kalktı Serpilin götünde yerini almak için. Orospu Serpil tüm isteklerine, hedeflerine ulaşmıştı. Hem kocamı ayartmış, kendisini siktirmişti, hem de ilk tostu o olacaktı… Serpile imrenmedim desem yalan olur, keşke ilk ben tost olsaydım da bu iki yarrağı ilk ben içime alsaydım. Ama gece daha bitmedi, nede olsa ben kocamın sikine alışığım, hertürlü alıyorum, Burağınki de fazla büyük değil, Serpil orospusu sikilir sikilir sonra amı götü dağılır, sıra bana gelir ve ben zevke fazlasıyla ulaşırım diye düşündüm. Burak tam Serpilin götüne sokacakken, Burağa, “Dur aşkım, sikini ben kendi ellerimle yerleştireceğim Serpilin götüne, ama önce ağzıma alıp ıslatayım da, Serpilin götüne rahat girsin sikin!” dedim ve Burağın sikini azğıma aldım, emmeye başladım. Hem böylelikle Serpil biraz daha beklemiş olacak ve kuduracaktı. Ağzımda iyice ıslandıktan sonra tuttum Burağın sikini, yavaşca Serpilin götünün deliğine yasladım ve halen tutuyordum, Burak ta yavaşca ittiriyordu. Kafası az girince bıraktım ve “Hadi koçum kökle!” dedim. Burak kökleyince, Serpil bir Ohhh çekti ve başladı inlemeye, zevkten kudurmaya. Alttan kocam, üstten Burak, iki deliği de doldurmuşlar, Serpilin amını götünü sikiyor, pompalıyorlardı… Ben de boş durmamak için alttan taşakları yalamaya başladım. Serpilden sular geliyordu, arada onları da yalıyordum. Sonra Burak böğürmeye ve Serpilin götünden döller fışkırmaya başladı. Burak fazla dayanamamış boşalmıştı. Onları da yalayarak yuttum. Ama kocam halen pompalıyordu. Serpil uçmuştu resmen, gözleri kaymış, “Parçalayın, yırtın, amımı götümü parçalayın!” diyordu. Burağın siki küçülünce, Serpilin götünden sikini çıkardı ve kebdini kenara attı. Kocam halen sikiyordu Serpilin amını. Serpil de götünden çıkan sikin ferahlığıyla daha rahat hareket ediyor, kocamın yarağına bir kısrak gbi oturuyor kalkıyor, kıvırıyor içinde ve çığlıklar atıyordu, “İşte sikiş budur, sikilmek budur! Ne güzel sikiyorsun koca sikli erkeğim, halen içimdesin, sikin dolduruyor amımın heryerini, hissediyorum tamamen içimde taş gibi! Ben böyle hiç sikilmemiştim, sikine sağlık, beline kuvvet, erkeğim benim, sik beni, sik te Burak görsün, kadın nasıl sikilir öğrensin, görsün nasıl zevk aldığımı!” diyerek. Kendinden geçmişti, her halinden belliydi. Ama ben de Serpilin dediklerinden iyice tahrik olmuştum, biryandan amımı okşuyordum, bir yandanda göğüslerimi sıkıyordum. Burak kızgın bir şekilde kalktı ve “Hadi bebeğim al ağzına kaldır, nasıl sikiş yapılırmış biz de onlara gösterelim!” diyerek sikini ağzıma soktu. Ben Burağın sikini emerken, kocamın, “Geliyorummm!” sesiyle kendime geldim ve Burağın sikini emmeyi bırakıp, kocama, “Aşkım sakın Serpilin içine boşalma, ağzıma boşal, ağzıma istiyorum döllerini!” diye bağırdım! Burak da bana kızmış gibi bakarak, “Ben senin ağzına boşaltırım!” dedi. Burağa, “Az bekle, ben seniboşaltacağım aşkım!” dedim ve kocamın sikine yaklaştırdım ağzımı. Kocam Serpilin amından çıkıyordu ki, Serpil orospusu, “Çıkarma, içime boşalt, söndür yangınımı!” diye bağırdı. Bu iş artık iyice çığrından çıkmıştı. Fakat kocam beni herşeye rağmen seviyormuş ki, Serpili üstünden kaldırıp kenara itti, sikini benim ağzıma soktu ve komple gırtlağıma kadar dayadı. Ve sıcak sıcak döllerini de fışkırtarak gırtlağımdan aşağı indiriverdi… Serpil baygın bir şekilde kenarda hareketsiz duruyordu. Ben de Burağın sikini elimle 31 çeker gibi sıvazlıyor, onu beni tost yapması için hazırlıyordum. Kocam nasılsa hazır olurdu. Burağın sikini nihayet kaldırdım ve “Hadi bakalım erkeklerim, tost sırası bende, beni de tost yapın!” dedim. Burak, “Tamam, ben de dört gözle bunu bekliyorum!” dedi. Serpil de kocamınkini ağzına almış, bana hazırlıyordu. Serpil nefes alabildiği bir anda, kocama, “Beni daha götümden sikeceksin, unutma!” dedi. Ve sikler hazırdı, dimdik, ayakta, füze gibi beni bekliyorlardı tost için. Burak, “O güzel götüne ben girmek istiyorum!” dedi. Ben de, “Hay hay, nasıl istersen Burakçığım!” dedim. Kocam uzandı yere, ben o çok sevdiğim kocamın sikine kavuşmanın hazzıyla bir çırpıda alıverdim amıma. Yine girerken kanırttıra kanırttıra girmişti amıma. Kocamın ağzına da göğüslerimi verdim. Burak ta arkama yanaşıp, yavaşca götüme giriverdi. Bir Ohhh çektim ki, düşman çatlatırcasına… Ve başladılar amıma götüme pompalamaya. Onlar pompaladıkça ben zevke geliyor, 1 bağıracağıma 5 bağırıyordum, sırf Serpile inat olsun diye. Ben bağırdıkça, Serpil de kıskanç bir şekilde kendi amını parmaklıyordu. Erkeklerim ise deliklerimde ritmi gayet güzel tuturmuşlardı ki, birden Burağın bağrışıyla birlikte götümde bir sıcaklık hissettim. Burak benim güzel götüme, ateş gibi yanan götüme daha fazla dayanamamış ve boşalmıştı. “Sakın çıkartma Burakcığım, devam et sik beni, götümü sikmek istiyordun ya işte, götüm senin, sik götümü parçala, hadi koçum!” dedim, onu gaza getirdim ve biraz daha pompalamaya devam etti. Sonra içimde küçülmeye başlayınca çıkardı. Kocam ise alttan amıma daha seri pompalamaya başladı. Sanki, aşkım ben burdayım, merak etme, der gibi şiddetle pompalıyor, amımı yırtarcasına sikiyor ve beni orgazm ediyordu. Sonunda kocam da bir volkan gibi boşalmaya başladı. Bu ne şiddetli bir püskürtme idi, dölleri taa rahmimin duvarlarında hissediyordum, öyle tazyikli idi. Kocam sikini amımdan çıkardığında, siki halen kazık gibi duruyordu. Sikini sıvazlayarak, Serpile, “Hadi Serpil domal, götüne sokacam!” dediğinde, ben bile şaşırmıştım kocamdaki bu isterikliğe. Serpil orospusu tabii dünden razı, “Hadi koca sikli erkeğim, sik beni, yırt götümü, kanasa da, bağırsam da, bayılsam da, aldırma, köküne kadar sok, götümü sik parçala!” diyerek hemen domaldı. Burağa baktım, bir kenara geçmiş bizi seyrediyordu. Ben de önce kocamın sikini yalayarak ıslattım, sonra da Serpilin götünün yanaklarını ayırdım ve deliğine bolca tükürdüm, götüne rahat girsin diye. Kocam yerini aldı ve Serpilin götüne sikini dayadı ve yavaşca sokmaya başladı. Serpil bağırıyordu, ama, “Durma devam et, hepsini sok, köküne kadar götümün içinde hissetmek istiyorum erkeğim!” diye bağırıyordu. Ve kocam şiddetli bir şekilde kökledi. Ben de onların arkasına geçip, kocamın taşaklarını yalıyordum. Yalarken ben de domalmıştım ve kocamın amıma akıttığı döller bacağıma süzülürken, baktım Burak yumuldu amıma yalamaya başladı… Fakat Serpile hayret ediyordum, inadına da olsa, hakikaten götüne kocamın o kocaman yarrağını köküne kadar almıştı. Üstelik götü harbiden yırtılmış parçalanmıştı, buna rağmen karı halen, “Sik götümü!” diye kocama bağırıyordu. Artık kocam da pompalamaya başlamış ve Serpili bağırta bağırta götünü sikiyordu. Burakla oturduk, 15-20 dakika onları seyrettik. Sonunda Serpil kocama yalvarmaya başladı, “Hadi boşal artık erkeğim, doldur götümü döllerinle, hepsini içime akıtmanı istiyorum!” diye. Kocam da gelmek üzereydi ve bağıra bağıra Serpilin götüne boşaldı. Serpil halıya yapıştı, kocam da onun üzerine yığıldı, öylece kaldılar. Kocamla gurur duyuyordum, demek ki benim erkeğim tam erkek ve çok iyi bir sikici, ikimizi de bitirmişti… Hepimiz biraz uzandık ve dinlendik. Sonra sırayla duş almaya gidecektik. Kalktığımızda etrafa bir baktık ki, heryer döl içinde kalmıştı. Serpil, “Bizim yukarda yatak odasında duş var, biz yukarı çıkarız, siz buraya girin!” dedi. “Peki!” dedik, gidip duşumuzu aldık. Geldik salona. Az sonra onlar da indiler. Serpil yanıma geldi oturdu, “Kız kocan harika bir sikici, beni dağıttı valla. Ben bugün kocana kendimi siktirecem demiştim değil mi, siktirdim işte gördün. Ama sen de az orospu değilsin, sen de sikilmeye doymuyorsun!” dedi. Burak ta kocama, “Tebrik ederim üstat, fena siktin benim karıyı, amını götünü dağıttın orospunun, ama müstahak o, Erdekten beri okadar çok istiyordu ki senin tarafından sikilmeyi ve emeline ulaştı!” dedi. Sonra bana dönüp, “Sen de harikasın bebeğim, sen sikilmeye doyulmayacak kadınsın! Kocan çok şanslı, iyi erkek seçmişsin, zaten sana da onun gibi erkek yakışırdı!” dedi. Eve gitmek için kalktığımızda nerdeyse sabah olmak üzereydi, şafak söküyordu. Kapıda öpüşüp vedalaşırken, Serpil kulağıma eğilerk, “Ben yine yemek isterim o kocaman siki Dilekciğim, haberin olsun, kıskanmak, darılmak yok!” dedi. Ben de, “Ne zaman istersen yiyebilirsin canım!” dedim ve çıktık. Gerçektende harika bir gece olmuştu, ama hiç aklıma gelmezdi böyle sikişeceğimiz! Hoşçakalın! [Dilek]

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Son buluşmamızda berber abi beni evine çağırmıştı ve kızına ait kıyafetler giydirerek beni sikmişti. Kızına ait kıyafet derken, kızına karşı bir sapıklığı olduğundan değil, sadece bedenlerimiz uygundu ve o da öyle spontane bir fantezi gerçekkleştirmek istemişti. O gün kıyafetlerin üzerine hep boşaldığı için kıyafetleri yerlerine koymak yerine benim yanıma vermişti- kızının o kadar çok kıyafeti vardı ki, anlamazdı bile. Ben o kıyafetleri eve götürdüm ve yıkadım, gelir ve isterse temiz bir şekilde alıp yerine koyabilsin diye. Ama ben dayanamayıp, arasıra o kıyafetleri önüme dizip, berber abiyi de düşünerek otuzbir çekiyordum. Aradan üç hafta geçmişti ve ben abiyi yine aradım; belki müsait olablir ve akşam yine onda buluşabiliriz diye, ama eşi ve kızı şehir dışından dönmüştü; “istersen sende buluşabiliriz” dedi. Ben tabiki hemen kabul ettim. Yine kıyafetleri giymemi ve kendisini karısıymışım gibi beklememi söyledi.
Akşam olunca ben önce banyoya girip yıkandıktan sonra artık sahiplenmiş olduğum Tangamı giydim, üzerine naylon çoraplarımı ve eteğimi geçirdim üstüme sütyen ve t-shirtimi giydikten sonra kendisini beklemeye koyuldum…
Saat 20:00 ‘i biraz geçiyordu önce telefonum çaldı, berber abi “sokağın başındayım” dedi ve kapattı, az sonra kapı da çalındı: delikten baktım ve onu gördükten sonra açtım. Açar açmaz içeri daldı ve kapıyı kapattı. Ben hemen “hoşgeldin canım” diyerek boynuna sarıldım, o da bana sarıldı ve boynumu öpmeye ve yalamaya başladı; bir eliyle de eteğimi sıyırarak naylon çoraplı götümü ellemeye ve okşamaya başladı. Anında tahrik olmuştum ve hemen önünde diz çöküp pantalonunun fermuarını açarak içeriden sikini bulup dışarı çıkardım ve hemen ağzıma almaya başladım. Ağzımda dolandırıp dilimle masaj yaptıkça büyümeye başladı hemen. Daha fazla dayanamadı ve hemen orada koridorda beni ayağa kaldırıp, önünde domalttı ve arkama geçip önce eteğimi yukarı kaldırdı. Ardından naylon çorabı aşağı sıyırıp tangamı kenara çekti ve elini tükürükleyerek götüme ve kalkmış sikine sürdü. Sonra tam istediğim şekilde; yavaş yavaş arkama girmeye başladı. Bir süre ağır hareketlerle git gel yaptı ve ardından sikini tekrar çıkardı. Beni banyoya götürdü ve yerde tekrar domalttı; ben yarağını götüme girmesini beklerken traş bıçağını hissettim arkamda. Ne yaptığını sordum; uzun zamandır bunu yapmak istediğini ve biraz sabırlı olmamı söyledi. Ben de götümü iyice açarak ona sundum ki traşı rahatça yapabilsin. Traş bittikten sonra arkamı temizledi ve asıl yapmak istediğini yapmaya başladı: ben domalmış vaziyetteyken o da göt-deliğimi yalamaya başladı. O kadar hoş bir duyguydu ki ben neredeyse sadece o yalamasıyla boşalabilirdim. iyice yaladıktan sonra beni sikmeye devam etti.
Biraz siktikten sonra beni kaldırdı ve tuvaletin kapalı klozet kapağına oturttu, klozet kapağına belimi denk getirmiş, götüm boşta kalmıştı- bacaklarımı kadlırınca götüm ve deliği kabak gibi ortaya çıktı ve o sikmeye devam etti. Birden sikini götümden çıkararak ayağa kalktı; ben de durumu anladım hemen doğruldum ve ağzımı ona sundum: çok kısa bir otuzbir den sonra ağzıma bütün spermlerini boşalttı. İşimiz bitince temizlendik ve dinlenmek için yatak odasına gidip uzandık. O artık çıplaktı bense eteği ve t-shirt’i çıkarmıştım sadece ve yanında yatıyordum, havadan sudan bahsediyorduk ve bu arada o da sütyenimi okşuyor elini naylon çoraplı kalçalarımda ve tangamın üzerinde gezdiriyordu. Sonra beni yüzü koyum yatırdı ve kalçamı kule gibi yukarı kaldırdı- naylon çorabı ve tangayı aşağı sıyırdı: götümün deliği yine ortadaydı. Yine başladı diliyle göt deliğimi yalamaya ve hafifçe diliyle gör deliğime baskı uygalamaya. Götüm az önceki sikişten alışık olduğu için diliyle azar azar içeri girmeyi başarıyordu. Sonra sırt üstü yattım, o da ters şekilde yanıma yattı- ben onun sikini ağzıma almaya başladım o da hem götümü yalayıp bir eliyle de benim sikimi okşamaya başladı; kısa süre içerisinde boşalmaya başladım ve o da bu sefer spermlerimi avucuna topladı. Beni yine yüzüstü yatırarak götümü havaya dikti ve avucundaki spermlerimi göt deliğimin üstüne boşalttı. Spermlerimi kayganlaştırı olarak kullanarak arkama girdi ve beni yine sikmeye başladı. Uzun bir süre öyle sikiştikten sonra yoruldu ve sırtüstü yattı; ben sırtım ona dönük yarağının üstüne tekrar oturdum ve vücudumu tamamen öne eğdim: Şimdi sadece Armut gibi götümü görüyordu ve elleriyle sağ ve sol kalçamı kavramış yarağının üstüne oturtup kaldırıyordu- bu harekte onu kesinlikle çok tahrik etmiş olmalı çünkü çok kısa bir süre sonra yarağının kasılmalarını götümde hisstmiştim: şiddetli bir şekilde sarsılarak boşalmıştı. Ellerini kalçamdan çekmişti ama ben de o da çok yorulduğumuz için öylece kalakalmıştık. Epeyce dinlendikten sonra bene alttan yarım ederek beni üstünden kaldırdı, hala içimde olan yarağı götümden çıkınca spermler de boşalmaya başladı. Hepsi göbeğine dökülmüştü. Tabi tekrar banyoya gittik; ben duşa girdim suyu açacaktım ki o da arkamdan geldi ve bana diz çökmemi söyledi. Yuh dedim içimden yine mi boşalacak diye düşünürken karşımda duran yarağından bir den sıcak sıcak akan idrarını hissettim. Yüzümü, ağzımı ıslatmaya başlamıştı ılık ılık, ağzıma almamı söyledi ben de yaptım: idrarın tadı hiçbir şeye benzemediği gibi dölün yerini asla tutamazdı. Nasıl olduğunu sordu bana: O da bir filmde görmüş ve denemek istemiş. “Valla” dedim “bana bir zevk vermedi. Yarağının ve Dölünün tadına asla değişmem” o da pek bir haz almadığını ve bu işin bize göre olmadığını söyledi. “Biz en iyisi sadece sikişelim, böyle şeyler bizi aşıyor demekki” dedi. Sonrasında yıkandık ve ben kocacığımı gerçek karısının yanına uğurladıktan sonra kıyafetlerini çıkararak katlayıp dolabıma koydum. Bir dahaki sefere lazım olacaklar – hem gitmeden önce berber abi bana bir sonraki gelişinde başka kıyafetler ayarlayacağını söyledi. Bakalım neler getirecek.
Okuduğunuz için teşekkür ederim – bir yorumu bir yıldıza tıklamayı çok görmeyin lütfen.

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The Bathroom

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Double Penetration

I invited you over for dinner and thought we could just watch some movies. I had just got home from work and to my surprise you were waiting on me, said you were in the area and just figured you would stay in the area then to go back home. I was very happy with that but didn’t have anything ready and was still dressed up from work. So we got inside and you couldn’t stop telling me how good I looked. But I said I had to get out of these clothes. You said I looked amazing in my little school girl outfit, I should just rest a bit longer and we would chat some more.

Trying to decide what we were going to eat. You said I shouldn’t cook since I’ve been working all day and that we would just order in. I’m pendik escort not going to complain that’s one of the best ideas I had heard all day.

When I got up to get the phone book, you grabbed me saying something about I can’t hold it anymore and you kissed me hard. I pushed you over to the chair. Sitting on your lap with my legs wrapped around the chair, I could feel your hard cock throbbing through your pants. My skirt flowing with the passion, I said we needed to slow down a bit that we had all night. Knowing I wanted it now, but I wanted to hold out just a bit longer. You sounded ok with that, so I said I would go change. I went to the kitchen to get some drinks. When I came back you maltepe escort had gone to the bathroom. So I decided to grab my clothes and change. When I got back to my closet and grabbed some clothes, had I changed my mind. The tension had grown and I wanted you.

I knocked on the bathroom door; you said I’ll be out in a minute. You flushed the toilet and I heard the water on the sink come on, I turned the knob and to my surprise the door was unlocked. Before it opened, I slammed the door open and came at you. I needed you, and it didn’t matter what you thought at this point. I jumped at you, as you grabbed me and sat me on the counter kissing me. You lifted up my skirt and tore my panties kartal escort off. As I unzipped your pants and brought your bulging cock out. I stroked it a few times looking at you just now noticing the water was still on and the bathroom mirror behind me started to get foggy. I ran my hand under the water; it was hot and burning, as I stroked your cock with my wet hand. You ran your hands under the water and began exploring my whole body with them.

Once you hand got to my little mound it was hot, wet I slid my fingers down and circled my clit while you fucked me. I watched you. You couldn’t get enough of me, pounding inside me. I couldn’t hold it any longer. I cummed. The warmth came all at once. You said you were ready, so I slipped my hand down and pulled you out of me. I stroked you hard and fast I got down to my knees still stroking you and you cummed all over my face. It was amazing.

Now it was time for us to take a shower.

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The Bar

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She went to the same seedy little dive, every month, on the third Sunday for the last 14 years. Any other day, she was in the real world, working 8 or more hours a day, going home to her empty house and doing the same monotonous thing day after day after day.

But on this one Sunday, she would be transformed…she took great pains on preparing herself, her hair, body, clothing, perfect. Her scent, just the way he liked it. Her lover for the past 14 years.

Entering the dark, smoky establishment, she walked to the corner of the scratched, wooden bar and sat on her stool. She would order one Chivas on ice and then wait…soon she would shiver, the hairs standing on end…the slight movement of the air flowing across her body and closing her eyes for a moment, the thrill deep within her body would start. Opening her eyes and staring into the wall mirror behind the bar, she would see nothing but the few drunks seated at this or that table, the bartender, a ragged looking soul wouldn’t give the time of day to anyone..except just to stare with dark, beady eyes and ask what poison you wanted.

She takes a sip of her drink…the fire flowing down her throat as the first touch is felt…and the hot breath upon her ear…like hell itself, but a hell that made her feel so alive…

‘My Love…’ he whispers…with pendik escort the feel of his lips on her earlobe, she shivers deep again, a wetness seeping from between her bare thighs…he liked it that way…she crosses her legs, the whisper of flesh upon flesh as her legs touched sounds so loud…so sensual…she squirms a bit on the stool, the short skirt she wears, slipping up her thighs just a bit. He whispers into her ear…”No, do not cross them…leave them open…’

She parts her legs…his breath still by her ear…his tongue flickering out to lick…she shivers again as his hand moves down the side of her body…she watches the mirror..transfixed, feeling every touch..every movement…on her thigh…a small squeeze..then moving so slowly..teasing…up between them…she parts her thighs more..a slight moan escapes her lips.. ‘No my love, no sounds…’ Again she closes her eyes for just a moment and feeling a bite on her lobe, she opens them quickly as she knows he wants her to watch, to watch her face as the pleasure continues.

His hand, moving up more as he whispers what he will do, ‘I shall do as I wish, and you will do as I say…remember that…’ Biting her lip, she feels his hand as it moves closer to her…his fingertips just brushing over…making her wimper just a bit and her legs open maltepe escort wider…wanting to feel his touch…her wetness spreading, feeling it flow as his finger touches her…not entering, but running slowly up to her throbbing clit…she shudders deep, spreading her legs wider and hooking the heels of her pumps on the middle rungs of the bar stool, the skirt riding up more, the feel of the worn leather on her bare ass…for he liked her to come to the bar without panties…open to him, always…he slips a finger deep inside…telling her how warm and silky she feels…telling her that he wants to smell her, to taste her…he raises his finger to her lips…she opens and gently licks…his whispers telling her to suck…she obliges. The thrill of him saying those things to her…of being in public drives her wild, her mind, screaming out..please…please go on!

His hand slips between her legs again…entering her deep in one thrust…circling deep as he tells her that he will make her come, again and again….he is here for her pleasure, as another finger goes in deeper, her breath catches as he slowly starts to move them in and out of her…his thumb circling her clit…slower, then harder…and faster…she breaths deeper, feeling his fingers deep inside, the wetness flowing more..her legs spreading kartal escort wider…she moves her body to the edge of the stool as he pumps in and out of her, his mouth on her ear, still whispering to her…’I will make you come…’ she nods her head as she feels herself, her body building up..the pressure …building..building…his bite on her neck…and the sucking…she watches as her face begins to flush…his thumb moving across her clit…faster, the fingers feeling like a cock..in and out….she bites hard again on her lip…breath ragged…her nipples hard as she moves her hands up..and pinches them…body leaning back…closing her eyes..for just a moment and then opening wide as a silent scream emerges…her mouth open in an ‘o’ as the first climax hits her…legs shaking…his biting, his sucking, the fingers fucking her hard…as she comes again and again…her hands gripping the bar..nails scratching….then while the throbs within her continue…her vision clears, she looks into the mirror…her face flushed…the smell of her sex permeating…panting as she looks for her lover….the one she never see’s…

The next few days would be a hell for her, she had gone to many doctors in the past, wondering why the headaches would come, her hate of bright sunny days, the soreness in her neck…her paleness…which all the many tests would show nothing. The same answer…’We do not know…we just don’t know..’ She really didn’t know either, thinking to herself as she sat at her desk, but her mind would then wander, waiting for that third Sunday…

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The Backyard Fuck

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Hannah has been very lucky. Her parents purchased a house for her in a secluded neighborhood. At 20 she has had many boyfriends, and even a few lovers, but none that made her stop fantasizing about having an older man as a lover. Everything changed one evening, while she was in her back yard. Her only day off, and she decided to work in her backyard fixing up her garden.

At 46, Frank did not think of himself as old. He enjoyed an active life style, and he loved sex even though he did not get a lot of it. He liked the younger lady’s, but in his line of work he did not run across too many young girls. Everything changed last Spring when she moved in next door. The few time’s late evening he would see her coming or going. But on Sunday’s he would watch her as she work around her yard, mostly the front. He loved looking at her. Her long shine brown hair. Her overly large breasts, and her trim hot body. Watching her always turned him on. He would have to jack off before he could go to bed usually.

As he walk by the glass door he noticed that she was in her backyard working in her garden. She was wearing a man’s white undershirt which was very thin, and some short shorts. He watched as her tit’s bounce, and sway as she walk. Thoughts swirled in his head. He felt his cock stirring, reaching down pendik escort he slowly rubbed his hand up and down the length drawing a moan from him.

She set the box of flowers down and stood up. She felt she was being watched. Smiling she knew it must be the man who lives next door to her. She saw him a few times, and she is fantasized about him many, many nights. She went back to work, wanting to be done before the rain came. And by the look of the sky it would be soon.

He pulled his sweats off, and pulled out his cock threw his boxers. Slowly stroking his cock. As he watched her one of her tit’s pop out the side of her shirt. He saw that her nipples were large, and very dark. Suddenly a clap of thunder and the rain started pouring. He watched as she stood, lifted her face toward the sky and her arms reached for the sky.

“Oh God.” he gasps.

Her white shirt soaked went from thin to invisible. He could see both dark circles as the rain pasted the shirt against her body. His hand started moving quicker on his cock. He could not take it any longer, he got up and went outside.

She stood there enjoying the cool rain running down her hot body. Suddenly she felt warm arms wrapping around her.

“Don’t be scare it’s just me, your neighbor Mike. Your so beautiful. So wonderfully maltepe escort hot. You got me so hard right now I want you so much.” he whispered, as his hands moved around and cup her tit’s.

Kneading her breasts softly, and rubbing his hard cock against her covered ass. Reaching down she undid her shorts letting them fall to the ground. That is when she felt his hard length rubbing over her ass. Turning in his arms, she lifted her arms and put them around his neck, and kissed him hard.

“Oh god, feels so good. God, do not stop please. It’s been so long.” she moan.

Lifting her up in his arms, she warped her legs around his back. He carried her over to the picnic table. With one arm he cleared the table and laid her down on it. He pulled her panties off, and buried his mouth between her thighs.

“OH GOD YES.” she scream, pushing into his mouth.

Then she felt his tongue slip inside along side of his finger. He felt her clamp down on his finger, and knew she was close to cumming. He moved his finger away quickly, and climbed onto the table. Kneeling between her spread thighs. She looked up at him, and for the first time she notice just how big his cock was. He was very long, thick, and very hard. He must have read her mind, because he told her not to worry kartal escort it would fit perfectly.

Reaching down he took a hold of her shirt and ripped it up the middle. He smiles as he looked down at her bare titties. Grabbing his cock he moved it over her soaking wet pussy. Hearing her moans got to him. He put his cock against her pussy and thrust hard and quick. The head entered her tight pussy making her cry out.

Thunder, lighting, and a heavy pouring rain all around them as he drew back only to plunge in deeper. Holding her hips, he continues to pull back and thrust in until he had his cock buried fully inside her.

“Oh God yes fuck me, fuck me hard baby.” she yelled.

Holding her tightly as she screamed for him to fuck her harder. He pounded her pussy hard. He knew he was seconds away from exploding, he slam her hard and cried out.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH, FUCK BABY, I’m cumming.” he cried out.

“Oh god me too.” she screamed.

They laid there with the rain falling on them. Slowly they became aware of where they were and sat up. She looked over to him and smiled at him, touching his chest, and slowly sliding her hand down. She could not believe how thick his cock was even soft it was impressive.

“Mmmm, keep that up honey, and we will be enjoying this again.” he told her, thrusting his cock into her hand.

She straddled his thighs and lean over and place a kiss on the tip of his cock.

“Mmm, I would not mind that at all, in fact I would love to have this again, and again.” she told him.

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The Babes of Beirut

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Author’s note: This story is fictitious and is a product of the writer’s imagination. The characters and situations are strictly for the reader’s enjoyment and bare no resemblance to actual events or facts.

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Twinges of fear crawl around behind Rikki Lovette’s breasts. She nervously drums her fingers on the rented Fiat’s steering wheel. Out the side window, Gourad Street is a glitter-fest of blinking neon. A half-block down, the Kremlin Club’s garish sign beacons brightly in English and Arabic.

BAR BAR

LIVE NUDE GIRLS

“So this is the Paris of the Middle East,” Rikki mumbles softly. Her golden-brown eyes scan what lies between her and the club’s entrance. The packed sidewalk is a treacherous obstacle course. Milling around are tough-looking Lebanese street thugs shouting and scuffling with rowdy Russian soldiers. Mysterious burnoose-clad Arabs lurk in the shadows. Shifty-looking gawwads work an alley entrance, hawking street-sluts to any scumbag who’ll listen to their pitch. Two of the girls remotely resemble Britney Spears on her worst day. Three others are the size of a Mongolian cows.

Jack Parsons’ voice echoes in her ears. “Tread lightly Rikki. Beirut can be a dangerous city for an ambitious American news reporter, particularly a pretty girl like you.”

“Screw it,” Rikki mutters. “Gemmayzeh can’t be any worse than Chicago’s South Side after dark.” She raises defenses to redline and gets out of the Fiat. Tucking her purse tightly under her arm, she ventures down the sidewalk.

Inside the Kremlin Club, six spot lit exotic dancers shake, stretch and strip on white pedestals. An Egyptian rock band blasts out an ear-splitting rendition of the Rolling Stones’ song “Let it Bleed.” The strippers are Eastern European or Oriental, save one. Alchena Yamun is the tallest. Her generous olive-toned curves are stuffed into tiny bright orange booty-shorts and a silk camisole top. Undulating to the music, she draws her butt-cheeks across a chrome pole, waggling her hips back and forth then sliding up and down. On a music beat, she whirls around, flexing her knees and rubbing the pole between her legs while gazing provocatively toward the whooping gaggle of drooling men at her feet.

Outside on Gourad Street, Rikki raises a small tape recorder near her lips. “Beirut’s red-light district could be anywhere, London, Amsterdam, even Tel Aviv.” She pauses and glances into a derelict building. “Amongst the danger, glitz and glamour, pathetic Palestinian refugees squat and watch Lebanon’s rich speed past in brand new Mercedes. In some aspects of life here, it’s hard to believe that any bloody conflict ever took place. The occasional covered Muslim woman seems to co-exist naturally with the young happy-go-lucky Lebanese girls dressed in stylish club wear.”

A slimy Arab in a black burnoose steps from the shadows. “Fuckie-fuckie-suckie-suckie?” he whispers as Rikki passes.

“Charra alaik,” she snaps in Arabic.

The man’s eyes bloom at the “shit on you” insult. Rikki’s nerves tighten. It looks like he’s about to spring at her. Quickening her pace, she ignores a barrage of wolf-whistles and goes inside the club.

Clouds of tobacco smoke sting Rikki’s eyes. The place is a sardine can. Music and shouting voices are loud enough to split eardrums. Boozed-up Arabs, wretched Russians and loose Lebanese cheer as spotlighted strippers whirl around, taking the tit-out-of-the-top look to its grossest level. Atop the long bar, three butt-ugly sluts jiggle and shake like ungainly drones. Dozens of topless waitresses scurry about with trays of beer and vodka held high over their heads. Cautiously, Rikki ventures forward.

A man groans.

Rikki’s eyes swing to a dark booth. Right out in the open, a leggy blonde is on her knees giving fellatio to a bearded Russian soldier.

Rikki yanks her eyes from the disgusting scene. Gawd, this is about as pleasant as watching a vulture regurgitate a belly-full of road-kill. “Note to self,” she says into the recorder. “Gemmayzeh is worse than the South Side after dark.” She cranes her neck looking for Alchena Yamun.

Atop her pedestal, Alchena’s glorious breasts bounce under the camisole with each vigorous dance step. Her long jet-black hair flies as she whips her head back and forth, thrusting her elbows up and down like pistons in a car engine.

Suddenly, Rikki has a distinct feeling of being watched, but writes it off as just some horny asshole ogling the snow-white Versace Jeans and flashy crystal silver backless top.

Twenty-feet away, a pair of intense eyes scan the American woman like the probing beams of Doppler radar. The Arab’s build is like a boxcar. Long, slicked-down hair surrounds a dark face that wears a relentless stone-like expression. Massive muscles strain against the white undershirt he wears. Ear-ringed ears and huge tattooed biceps complete an imposing presence that even the toughest dare not challenge. Moving forward, he watches Rikki like a hungry hawk.

“Excuse me,” Rikki pendik escort says to a passing waitress. “I’m looking for Alchena Yamun. Does she work here?”

The waitress stops, sizes Rikki up then tilts the top of her head. “Center pedestal honey. She free in ten minutes. Cough up fifty bucks and she lick your pussy. You like?”

“Ah, no thanks.” Rikki looks toward the center pedestal. Alchena is facing away from the dozens of disgusting dudes crowded at her feet. Their arms look like wiggling octopus tentacles as they try to touch her white knee-high go-go boots. She bends over. Men roar as she tightens her muscled ass-cheeks. Putting her hand between her legs, she slides her fingers up and down her butt-crack working her shorts’ silky material deeper into herself.

“Gawd do I detest nudie bars,” Rikki mutters. Suddenly, she recoils as if she’s just been slapped. She whips around. In this shoulder-to-shoulder crowd, there’s no way to tell who the guilty party was. “Big mistake,” she mumbles. “Should ‘a chucked the Versace look and gone with frickin’ chain mail.”

Although surrounded by freewheeling sex, the tattooed Arab can’t tear his eyes away from that blonde dressed in white. He works his way closer, his black eyes affixed to her every tormenting curve and voluptuous valley. What a bosom, he thinks to himself. That blouse is as thin as gauze. She wears no brassiere, leaving her ornaments to ride free and high. He chuckles. That bitch will be a generous serving for the man who’ll claim her for the night.

Alchena’s chest aches from relentless bouncing and jiggling. The taste of sour semen still haunts her mouth. Men whoop as she squats and pushes her finger under her booty-shorts to caress and tease her pussy mound. It’s still tender after accepting two repulsive Uzbek’s cocks ten minutes earlier. Rising, she pivots and flexes like a cobra snake. The blinding spotlight swings away. Below, in the mishmash of shouting men, the American blonde stands out like a white rose in a patch of ugly brown weeds. That’s gotta be her, she says to herself.

The music switches to bone-rattling thuds. White strobe lights blink. Sandwiched in the mob of men, Rikki winces. Gawd, don’t these people ever bathe? The Russians stink like fesses and the Arabs, well they smell worse than a herd of Syrian camels. Suddenly something pushes repeatedly against her backside. She whirls around to confront the attacker. Lit by pulsing strobe lights is a gigantic coal-black mountain of shirtless blubber, white teeth, red gums and a pair of eyes — lusty African eyes.

“Do you fuck as good as you look?” the African asks, as his massive amounts of fat jiggle to the sharp thudding music.

Rikki totters back for a second, gawking at his sheer size.

He steps closer. “How much to do-it?”

“Blow it out your ass, twinkle-toes,” she snaps right into the African’s face.

The African jiggles as he laughs. Without warning, he grabs her, mashing her body to his. Five grimy oil workers close in. They roar with laughter as she struggles to no avail. He’s just too damn strong.

“Let me go,” Rikki pleads.

Suddenly, a powerful arm comes out of nowhere and clamps around the African’s jaw. The arm’s huge tattooed biceps clench, snapping the African’s head backward.

“You heard the lady. Let her go,” a deep voice growls.

The oil workers stop laughing and quickly move away. Rikki wrenches free and bulldozes her way through the gawking onlookers.

Atop her pedestal, Alchena dances and watches Rikki’s humiliating retreat. “Bad news, girlie,” she says through a soft giggle. “You won’t last long messing with these wolves.”

“Get lost asshole,” the big Arab snarls as he shoves him. The African beats a hasty withdrawal.

Alchena pushes her foot forward toward a hungry Russian. He sticks out his tongue and licks her boot as if it were a lollipop.

Ten feet away, the tattooed Arab has a curious glint in his eyes. He follows Rikki, apparently magnetized her implied display of backdoor cleavage. Now there’s a babe that really fills a pair of trousers, he thinks to himself. Bitch’s feisty too. She knows she has half the schmucks in this place pissing their pants with her provocative clothes and flirtatious look. He cocks his head and leans toward the lanky weasel-like man at his side.

“Mohammad? See that American woman?”

“She is a juicy one,” the weasel says.

“Find out who she is and where she stays.”

The weasel nods. “We gonna employ her? American girls fetch big money in Cairo.”

“Not just yet,” the big Arab says. He looks toward Alchena.

Atop her pedestal, she’s stroking her pussy with one hand. With the other, she lifts each breast, rolling her nipples, which protrude provocatively through her thin top. She looks down. Rikki squeezes through the men at the base of Alchena’s pedestal. She looks up and waves. Alchena smiles down at her and nods.

Suspicion instantly paints the big Arab’s dark face. “Something’s going down,” he maltepe escort tells the weasel. “Watch that American woman. Report what you see.”

The weasel shrugs his bony shoulders and nods.

“Fuck off asshole,” Rikki growls as she elbows another butt-pincher. Dammit. Being pawed and goosed aren’t in the job description. Better retreat to safer ground.

Skirting a group of rugged Iraqi oil workers, Rikki takes refuge in a less populated spot. She sits on the edge of an empty table. The noise is deafening. The stench of stale booze, stale hashish and fresh piss invade her nostrils. “Nothing like spending a romantic evening in a sewer,” she grumbles aloud. Her eyes sweep past the weasel-like man. “Now there’s a guy that could star as an ax-murderer in a Stephen King novel,” she says into the recorder. She swings her gaze to the young girl she’s about to interview. “Alchena’s geometry is trim and tight. When these guys fantasize about a harem queen, Alchena’s image would be front row center.”

An ear-piercing shriek cuts off Rikki’s thoughts. Drums pound. Cymbals clash. Spotlight beams swing in wide arcs. Rikki stands to see what the commotion is all about.

Alchena screams at the top of her lungs. Cloth tears as she violently rips her camisole off and spins it around, vibrating her naked chest wildly. She tosses the garment into the air and it flutters down into the cheering mob. Rikki shakes her head. That’ll be fodder for wet dreams for years. Rikki’s nostrils flare. There’s a heady scent of fresh booze and stale body odor. She tenses. There’s a disconcerting feeling of uninvited hands sliding around her waist.

“Mister,” she says softly without turning around. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll keep your hands off me.”

He laughs, tightening his hold to her waist. Hot breath fans across Rikki’s ear. “You make joke, yes?” he says in a low grating voice.

She squirms as the hands inch upward — toward her breasts. She twists around slowly. Lusty Lebanese eyes greet hers’.

“You don’t hear too good, do you?” she says with a deadpan look.

“Oh baby, you’re so well, soft and warm.”

“I’m glad,” Rikki says, her tone cool and smooth. “But you see, you don’t understand.”

“What don’t I understand?”

“That I’m a paid assassin and I’m working this party.”

He freezes instantly. His hands jerk away. Lust melts from his face in an instant. As he backs away, Rikki follows, her head forward, aggressively invading his space.

“Okay buster, as I see it, you got two picks here. Hang round, and you get caught in the crossfire. Then you go home to mama in a rubber bag. Or, you can buzz off and go jack-off in the toilet.”

“Ah, sorry-sorry,” he says backing away. “See-ya.”

“Gawd, what’s next?” Rikki mutters. “Some smelly scumbag offering a hundred bucks to chew the rivets off my jeans?” Moving around a waitress, she makes her way toward the very back of the club.

The weasel follows, nonchalantly keeping an eye on her every move. He too is smitten by Rikki’s natural good looks and raw sex appeal.

Rikki sits down at a round table, orders a Club Soda and continues her electronic note taking. “The locals and tourists alike seem happy. However, scratch the surface and the reminders of civil war, and the irony of it, are never far away. Say the wrong thing and the rebellious side of Beirut can rear up with the dagger-like teeth of a Tyrannosaurus Rex.” She pauses and sips her drink. “Definite divisions still sizzle in Lebanon. Smoldering religious fundamentalism sits side by side with naked consumerism –.”

Ten minutes later Alchena’s curvy figure materializes from the thick smoke. Rikki’s eyebrows rise. Alchena has changed into chocolate-colored-curve-loving latex pants and a silky beige Baby-doll tee. Cropped just below her breasts, it hugs her swaying chest like a fine coating of body spray. Stiletto-heal boots complete the diva-display, but the Muslim headscarf looks ridiculously out of place.

“Come here often?” Alchena asks.

Rikki shrugs. “Only when I have an uncontrollable urge for smelly armpits.”

She laughs at Rikki’s quick wit. They introduce each other. As Alchena sits down, Rikki can’t help but notice the rhinestones that circle a daring oval hole cut just below the pants’ back waistband.

“Now that’s a rear-view that’d make a blind man drool,” Rikki says through a smile.

“In my business, what’s better than bare?” Alchena giggles. “Okay, Miss Rikki Lovette. You’re a reporter. I’m a hooker. Make me famous.”

Rikki switches on the tape recorder. “Let’s start with where you were born.”

“Between my mother’s legs.”

Rikki laughs. “The bigger picture please.”

“Palestine. The Gaza Strip. It’s on all the tourist guidebooks. If you’re a Jew, watch out for wayward missiles.”

“I’m not Jewish, but I’ll certainly keep that in mind.”

As she speaks about her childhood, Rikki watches her face. Alchena is strikingly lovely. Her big brown eyes are wise, her kartal escort lips luscious and smile infectious.

“School?” Rikki asks.

“No school. If your parents tell you you’re stupid enough times you start to believe it.” She sighs. “Once I did dream of going to America to live with the Brady Bunch.”

“Their loss,” Rikki says with a chuckle.

“Also, I dream about fall in love, like in American movies and,” she pauses mid-sentence. “Being a young Arab girl is curse!”

Rikki arches an eyebrow. “Why do you say that?”

She leans forward in her chair. “Alchena’s story make sick. You like sick?”

Rikki gestures to her bare belly with her thumb. “Strong stomach.”

“You won’t print my story in your magazine.”

“Rikki smiles. “Try me.”

“Okay, you’re on.” Alchena leans even closer. “My father beat me when I was six. He sodomized me when I was eight. Then my uncle raped me when I was ten.”

Rikki winces.

“When I was eleven, Father say, ‘you marry cousin Ja-ja Muk-moody.’ I was just a kid. No tits, no hair, no nothing.”

Rikki slides the recorder closer. “Tell me about him.”

“Ja-ja Muk-moody has bad temper. He love fighting and want go to Iraq. He want to join the Islamist insurgency and make war with the Americans. He tell Alchena he like killing more than woman.”

“How romantic.”

“After wedding, Ja-ja Muk-moody take me to dirty hotel. He say, ‘take off clothes.’ Alchena so scared. When I say no, he hit me. I hit him back. Then I run into the toilet and lock the door. Muk-moody is real mad. He breaks the door. He has big knife. He yells, ‘do-it or I cut you between your legs.'”

Rikki cringes. “Oh jeeze.”

“Then he push me on the floor and hit my face and — and cuts hijab from my body. His penis is so big. My vulva can’t open. He yells ‘Alchena frigid bitch.’ I was so mad I spit in his face. Then he twist this arm so hard I thought I’d die. Doctor say shoulder socket broke. Muk-moody told doctor it was a wedding gift. They both laugh at me.”

“Nice way to start a marriage. What happened next?”

“Mak-moody tell doctor to cut me open. Next time he try fuckie, it felt like he going to toilet in me. Alchena throw up on him.”

Her words make Rikki’s skin crawl.

“When Mak-moody come home from making war, he tie me up, strip me down, take me, and then piss in my face when he was done.”

Rikki’s stomach knots. “Oh you poor thing.”

“I dare you to print THAT in your magazine.”

“It’ll go in word-for-word. Tell me, how’d you wind up here?”

“One day, Mak-moody smuggles me into Lebanon. He takes me to whorehouse. He say, ‘Go, learn to be proper woman.’ Then he go away.”

“That’s so sad.”

Alchena shrugs. “Whorehouse is better than a hopeless life in Beirut streets. The girls take me in. There, I grow nice titties, learn good English, how to strip-dance and how to please a man.”

Rikki nods. “Tell me about the first time you ah, did-it.”

“He was a big-fat Saudi. I cried the whole time. But after a while –.”

On the other side of the club, the big Arab’s eyes widen as the weasel whispers in his ear. His thick tattooed biceps tighten.

Rikki looks into Alchena’s dark eyes. “Fakhri al-Amari said something about going to college?”

Alchena laughs. “And give up all this?”

“Then you’re not?”

She beams. “Three-point-four G.P.A. Alchena work hard and pay all. If Beirut police ever find me without papers, Alchena go to horrid prison. So, I use forged papers and another name for school. When I have money, Alchena go back to Gaza and open safe house for troubled girls. Then –.” Suddenly Alchena’s face goes chalk-white. She bites her lip.

“What’s the matter?” Rikki asks, instantly picking up on her concern.

“It Abu Bukhari.”

“qaHbeh!” a deep voice growls. “Why are you talking?”

Alchena’s lips tremble. Expecting the worst, Rikki twists around. The first five-seconds are like an electric shock. Thick thighs — fitted black pants — thin waist — enticing center bulge — massive tattooed biceps — wide muscled chest — rugged semi-attractive face — deep blackish liquid eyes — earrings. Put an electric guitar in his hands and he could be a rock star — a sexy rock star.

“Ma Ismok?” Bukhari says his dark eyes boring into Rikki’s.

Quickly recalling his thuggish attempt at gallantry, she dredges up her best nice-to-meet you smile. “Ana ismee Rikki Lovette. I’m a reporter wi–.”

Bukhari suddenly grabs Rikki’s arm and yanks her up. The chair tumbles to the floor with a clatter.

“Hey? Who pissed in your Wheaties?” Rikki snaps.

Bukhari jerks her closer. They’re eye-to-eye.

“Let go or I’ll scream,” Rikki hisses into this face.

Bukhari laughs. “Oh you’ll scream all right. When I take you to the toilet and fuck you right up your round American ass.”

That ignites a bombshell that starts in Rikki’s boobs and explodes right between her butt-cheeks. “How dare you! I’m a professional American journalist and –.

“Please Abu,” Alchena whimpers softly. “Leave her alone. We were just talk–.”

Bukhari glares at Alchena. “Your mouth is not paid for talking,” he shouts. “Use it to hustle customers. Make money before I pound you to a pulp.”

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Myles sat down nervously, looking at the short plump man on the other side of the desk. What was he letting himself in for? It was true he had read a lot about the porn industry, watched a lot of videos about it – watched a lot of porn videos! – but he was also dead sure that nothing he could read or see on his computer would prepare him for the real-life experience.

The middle-aged agent had introduced himself as John. He sat looking over Myles’ signup form while Myles nervously chewed his lower lip. After a while John looked up and said “Relax! No-one is going to bite you! Take it easy while I just go over the rest of your details here.” His expression was neither hostile nor friendly.

“Am I that obvious?” asked Myles. He was getting more apprehensive about this by the minute. “I’m not even sure I want to do this, after all. I really just answered your ad on a bit of a dare, you know -“

“It’s going to be fine. Don’t worry. You’re actually lucky, normally I audition a few guys at a time but we happen to have a slow day today and you’re the only one. Some guys have a problem with auditioning together with others but I’m often so busy I can’t avoid doing several screen tests a day. Anyway,” he said as he put the clipboard down on the desk, “tell me a little about yourself. So you are 23 and single, ok, but firstly what motivated you to come here today?”

“Well as I said it was really just a dare – some friends said I’d never even fill in the application – but having done it, what got me to actually get on the bus and come here today? I dunno, curiosity, I guess? Plus of course I’m almost perpetually totally horny, can’t keep a girlfriend more than a few weeks because they all tell me enough is enough. I thought, what the hell, if I can’t make it in porn at least I gave it a try, right?”

“OK, well that’s a good enough reason to want to try out. Ever cum in front of anyone else?”

“You mean apart from the girl I was boinking… uh, no…”

“So you don’t really know if you can even do it with an audience? Like it says on my website, it is best if you at least know that in advance.”

“Yesss…” he hesitated again, “well, I, that is to say – umm, I have had sex when there was sort of an audience, we just never got to finish. So I have screwed in front of, uh, third parties, just not cum…”

“OK well that’s better. As long as the reason you didn’t cum wasn’t that the audience put you off and you lost it.”

“No, no – my girl at the time suddenly realised she was out past her curfew and she lost it! That was a very frustrating evening.”

“All right then. So – let’s see if you have a good enough reason to actually get past the first hurdle – drop your pants.”

Myles’ heart started thumping against his ribs. Whoa – this was even more sudden than he had expected. “Umm – ” he started to stammer, “you have seen my photos I emailed, I saw them on your desk just now, uh -” He realised he was putting off the inevitable by arguing. He knew he couldn’t expect to audition on paper, but the agent’s instructions had caught him off guard. Slowly he stood up and started to pull his shirt off over his head.

John’s smile was not unfriendly, but Myles still felt a little intimidated. “Yeah, well, you could have sent me anyone’s pics,” John said as he leaned back in his chair. “Come, move around to the side of my desk. I don’t bite, I don’t even grope.”

Myles took two steps to the side and loosened his belt. “I’ve just never – um – had another man want to look at me naked before, you know? If you know what I mean. Well, none that were being honest about it… I guess there are some guys in the gym locker rooms who are always perving at you, they just never – uh -” He realised he was rambling a bit, shut his mouth. Opened his jeans button and unzipped. He pushed the pants and undershorts down to his knees and straightened to expose himself to the king of porn.

After a few seconds he realised he had his eyes tightly shut and was holding his breath. Carefully he allowed himself to start breathing again, and slowly opened his eyes. He was staring at the wall about 3 feet above John’s head. As he lowered his eyes to the agents’, he realised the man was smiling at him. “See? Still haven’t bitten you,” he said. “Not so bad, is it? And not that different from looking at yourself, except now you have a more honest audience”.

After a couple of deep breaths Myles was starting to feel a little better. His heart had slowed to a rate closer to normal, and his hands weren’t so clammy any more. He tried to picture what John saw, hard to do when you have looked at yourself in the mirror virtually every day for 20-something years. He was above average height, around 6′ and bit, natural blond hair that almost always looked like it needed a cut, and clean, clear enough features that most girls told him he was good looking. His grey eyes were bright and perhaps a little wild right now, a mixture of apprehension and arousal making him twitchier than a squirrel. His slim build didn’t pendik escort come naturally, he worked out 5 days a week and still had to watch the carbs but the results were worth working for – he had a decently well defined body tone and a firm butt.

“OK, Myles, what I see so far is plenty good enough for the industry. You wouldn’t believe the number of guys who come in here who are just too small – sure, most of them are big enough when they get a hard-on, but most porn doesn’t start with a hard-on so you have to be – well, impressive enough as the pants come off. And the fatties – my God the fatties. Not much call for that. So, you are impressive enough, let’s not waste any more time. Get all your kit off, you can leave it on that chair over there, and let’s see some action.”

Now Myles was even more hesitant. “Here in this office? I’m not sure I -“

“Sheez I keep telling you to relax, guy!” John had turned to his PC, and next to it was a small console. He pressed a button and a curtain that covered one entire wall of the office started to hum open.

The other part of the office was a smart bedroom, really a mini film set, with three large flat-screen TVs – on two walls and the ceiling – and a camera dolly. “Ok, we like to keep it realy simple for this part. I’m not going to bring in any more people, cameramen or anything, it’s just you and me.

“The way this works is I am going to give you some very simple directions, you won’t have to do anything involving concentration or lines or anything like that, but I’m also not going to let you know too much in advance either. I find that at this stage it’s best to keep it on a need-to-know basis. What you need to know at this stage is that I need to see you get up and get off.

“So. Get on the bed and show me an erection.” Myles had meanwhile stripped completely but was also still completely flaccid, his normally tight scrotum sagging even lower than on a hot day after a long gym workout. He was a long way from being able to show anyone an erection just yet.

“Um – ” he began again.

“Yeah, yeah – hard to get a hardon with a hairy pot-bellied old man your only company. I know. What are your favourite type of porn scenes?”

“Right. Yeah. OK – doggy style and reverse cowgirl? Completely clean-shaven, definitely, or maybe a little brazilian design. Um. Young girls – not illegal young, teens, smallish titties, tight asses, slim hips…”

John was typing and clicking at his computer while Myles made himself comfortable on the bed, his penis lying uninterested on his belly and balls stretching down towards his asshole. Idly he stroked his scrotum, lifting his balls and at the same time pulling back his foreskin to expose a nicely formed, dark red head. With his other hand he doubled a pillow over and arranged it under his head, as he sometimes did at home when watching himself masturbate. Despite his apprehension he realised his balls were already getting tight.

John was talking as he typed and moused around on the computer screen. “So, nothing fancy. Please don’t try to show me any clever techniques, endurance, or athletic ability. Get it up, get it off. Cool?”

The screens all blinked to life at once, and he found himself looking at a dark-haired beauty slowly stripping. Suddenly the video sped up as John fast-forwarded it and in a couple of seconds she was as naked as Myles. She was probably the same age as himself, maybe one or two years younger, and not petite at all – so it seemed John had missed on a couple of his criteria but Myles wasn’t about to complain because this girl was *hot*. Above average height for a girl, probably only an inch or two shorter than he was, and with what he considered an absolutely perfect body weight for her height. He was virtually stopped stone cold by her flawless beauty, lovely perky titties that he judged to be “C”-cups, slim waist, narrow hips, and l-o-o-o-o-n-g long legs.

She sat on the edge of a bed – idly he noticed it was the same bed he was on – and opened her legs to show a lovely, smooth pussy, the outer lips very slightly parted to show a little inner lip and just the fold lines of her clitty. Under his hand he felt himself stirring, his balls starting to pull up higher and his scrotum getting tighter.

The girl went through the obligatory motions of touching herself while putting a finger in her mouth and pouting at the camera, and the video went into fast-forward mode again as John got past the teaser parts. Presently a man wearing only a pair of jeans appeared from off-camera and the video resumed normal speed again.

The girl turned to her co-star and unbuckled his pants, opened them to release a three-quarters erect dick that sprang out. Myles himself wasn’t far behind. This was familiar territory, and he was almost beginning to forget that there was anyone else in the room, even though John had moved behind the camera and was now focusing it on him. Slowly he teased himelf erect while he watched the girl take the man into her mouth and proceed to give maltepe escort him an expert oral workup.

Myles was almost completely hard now, and John was using a remote to fast-forward the action again, getting past the blow-job and stopping just as the girl turned on her hands and knees on the bed, presenting a stunning ass and pussy to the camera. The man moved up behind her and for a second it looked like he was going to block the camera’s view, but the camera angle changed and presently there it was again, a beautifully framed and very well lit close-up of a fastidiously maintained, completely hairless cunt with a large hard cock poised to enter.

And enter it did. Myles was now completely hard, the whole smooth length of his shaft feeling stiff but rubbery in his hand and his balls tight up against the outside of his fist. The first small droplet of pre-cum started to ooze from the end and he used his fingertip to spread it around the head, now turning quite purple. Slowly he stroked himself, looking back at the on-screen action to watch that long member stroking into a truly beautiful pussy, while in his hand his own silky length felt so good. He didn’t even notice that John was panning the camera around him to film him from different angles.

He watched as the pornstars sped up, matching their pace with his hand but still not yet touching the glans – he was only stroking the length of his shaft and occasionally pulling the head tight with his downstrokes. He realised to his own surprise that he was not going to last very long, despite the circumstances, but decided not to chance spoiling the mood by talking about it. He just slowed himself down a bit, went more gently while on screen the couple, to judge from their grunting and groaning, were apparently getting quite close too.

Suddenly the guy withdrew and the camera, in tight-framed close-up, showed the internal muscles of the girl’s vagina clenching in orgasm as her entrance slowly closed. In the high-definition video Myles could even see a bead of lubrication running out of her… she took a moment to recover while the guy, meanwhile, lay flat on the bed exactly in the position Myles now was, holding his dick up and stroking himself exactly as Myles was doing. Then she was on top of him, facing the camera, and sank herself onto his length with an audible groan from both of them. Her whole clean cunny was completely exposed, clitty winking at him while the lips were pulled out and in, out and in by the gentle friction along their inner surface. The man’s equally clean balls and cock were as tight as Myles’ and he was enjoying this every bit as much as watching porn in the privacy of his own home – even more so, probably – the tightening of his stomach and groin making him almost forget he was nowhere near the comfort or safety of home.

Myles couldn’t restrain himself any longer and started to jerk off for real, getting his own lubrication all over his hand and stroking himself thoroughly and sensuously along his entire length. He felt the cold sweat break out that told him he was going to cum, didn’t care if he was supposed to warn John, he just kept going… little did he realise he was groaning like an old ship in a rough sea and John didn’t need to be told, he knew the cumshot was about to happen.

Myles exploded like he hadn’t come in weeks, although it had only been less than 24 hours since his last ejaculation. Semen flew up in a long ribbon, his first shot hitting himself across his left nipple. This was a goody – an eight out of ten orgasm, the best he ever got from self-pleasure. With his second squirt, always his most powerful, he reached his chin, making himself grin, but not stopping him from finishing himself off properly. Wow, he thought, from a super-uninterested cock to a record cum in a few minutes flat. “Mmmm,” he murmured, “well that was a couple of firsts. Definitely the first time anyone has watched me jerk off…”

John didn’t say anything, just let Myles finish before stopping the camera. As Myles was starting to sit up and look around for some Kleenex, his erection starting to droop, he said, “Not bad for an amateur. Not bad, actually, for an experienced pro. There is an element of excitement though, that you will soon get used to, so don’t go expecting yourself to be that keyed up always. But,” John was fiddling with the camera, plugging it into his console by the desk while Myles cleaned himself up as best he could with the tissues, “you definitely have a future in porn if you want it.

“A couple things I have to tell you about this industry before we go on. Because if we do go on from here, I wil expect a commitment from you so that I haven’t wasted my time here today and because you have to give it a try to be true to yourself. If you make it through the next step you have to give yourself the chance to make this work for you, put in some serious effort and stick to the industry through at least three shoots or three months, whichever comes sooner. Just between you and me, the kartal escort three shoots will come sooner – way, *way* sooner.

“OK. So. What you have to know. First, don’t expect to be able to keep it a secret from your friends or family. It will get out, it’s just a matter of time. And secondly, don’t give up the day job; not yet, or ever, if you can avoid it. You could make good money in porn, but there will come a time when it dries up, for whatever reason. It might be difficult if you work in a sales or PR position, because of the fame factor, so I hope that doesn’t apply to you or that you can make something else work for you. Like getting a job in porn sales.

“So. Do we go on? We’re not done here yet, if you are still interested. A lot of guys give up at this point when they find out I want them to come again, now, because in porn we shoot on a tight schedule and you have to be able to perform again and again, whether you feel like it or not.”

Myles was starting to find this all rather fun. “Yeah, sure,” he said, “I don’t care if my friends know – they put me up to this after all – and I don’t have any family any more. So, sure. I’ve always been quite proud of how soon I can go again, so let’s see if I meet industry standards!” The porn clip was still running, and at that point the girl had just jumped off the guy to blow him to climax. Pretty soon he was shooting all over her face while she used both hands and her lips and tongue on him, rubbing his cock all over the splooge on her face. She looked pretty happy about it too.

“OK then,” said John, “quick shower. Through that door, you’ll find clean towels in there.” Myles was relieved, he always preferred to get completely clean after cumming, and merely wiping himself off with Kleenex still left him feeling soiled.

Presently he was back, towelling himself off unselfconsciously as he walked back into the “bedroom”. “Same again, boss?” as asked, hopping back onto the bed. He was still semi-hard and his balls had thankfully not started to dangle again, he knew most girls hated when that happened.

“Actually I had something else in mind,” the agent said, with a little smirk as he pressed another button. “You can get started in the meanwhile, but let’s watch that performance, ok?” Suddenly Myles saw himself on the TV screens, lying on his back playing with himself. It could almost have been a live action feed, because he was lying in the same position again and idly stroking himself again, except the self on the screen was not yet nearly as aroused as he was now.

In fact, discounting the slight distaste he had for the sight of his own body – he thought he was altogether too hairy, and always noticed that little roll of fat on his tummy – he was getting more aroused just seeing himself doing it from a different angle.

John gave a little director’s commentary from time to time during the screening. “Good size,” he said, and “It’s good you keep yourself shaved”, “Excellent erection, it stands up away from your belly”, “solid glans, that’s good”, and when Myles got to the point of no return, “you signalled your climax well in advance, didn’t you?”

Myles was a little sheepish about that. “Didn’t even realise,” he mumbled. He wasn’t all that comfortable discussing himself in such clinical terms just yet, and he was still wondering if he was going to be able to keep up the self-grooming schedule, having only recently started trying it out. Little did he realise he was going to be getting a lot of help with that.

“Great cumshot,” John enthused. Myles looked across at him to get a measure of his facial expression – he wasn’t sure to take the evaluation at face value or not, but it seemed the agent was being perfectly sincere. “I’ve been thinking how I could use this whole scene in a movie in fact. Not a lot of call for guy masturbation scenes, maybe on a gay website. You don’t mind being in gay porn, do you.” It was a statement, not a question.

“Well… I guess, as long as you don’t ask me to screw a man, or be screwed by… well, by anyone, actually.” Myles was still playing with himself, watching himself playing with himself in the wind-down period as his on-screen spasms subsided. The video ended before he started wiping himself up.

“Yeah I keep telling you to relax. Remember the waiver you signed asked about gay or hetero scenes – don’t worry, I’m pretty ethical. Unusual, in this industry, but there you go. OK, Myles, that was a pretty hot screen test. Now, next phase. Colleen here will be helping you with that -” Myles whipped his head around, remembering that John had said no-one else would be in the room with them. But then he saw Colleen, and three things struck him more or less at once: she was the pornstar he had just watched fucking a stud on screen; she was even more beautiful in real life; and she was just as naked as she had been in the video and as he was now.

Instantly he was rock hard again and John was scrambling to restart he camera and get it set up on the camera mount. Colleen smiled at him and his heart started beating like a trip-hammer again. His hand, that had been stroking himself, had forgotten what it was supposed to do, and just sort of hovered half-hiding himself like a little boy caught in the shower by his mother.

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For Holly

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Author’s note: The characters and certain events referred to in this story are from the story The Blissfield.

“Say, Hon, what’s up?” Holly asked as she came into the bedroom. David was sitting over on the bed, his legs stretched out under the covers, his laptop on his lap (of all places), tapping away intently. When he didn’t respond, she sidled over to the bed beside him, reached her hand out to touch his shoulder, saying, “Hey, you.”

“Just a minute, Babe,” he replied almost automatically, his long slender fingers nearly a blur as they passed over the keyboard.

“Still working on that stinking report?” she asked jokingly.

He didn’t answer but her glance at his screen told her everything. She smiled and gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze. She leaned over and planted a sweet little kiss on his head and moved over to her dresser and sat on the bench. Picking up her hairbrush, she drew it through her red hair, still tinted strawberry blonde from the summer sun, even though it was now late September. She thought about the last few months and the great changes they had brought.

The memory of her rendezvous with David at the cottage of her parents and his promise seemed so long ago. And now that time had begun to slow down again, she found herself sharing an apartment-their apartment-with him. He had promised to do something to change their long-term relationship into something more meaningful. He had changed jobs and moved to a city much closer to her and found a great apartment that made her extended commute worth the time because she would be with him.

She loved the feeling of knowing that he was there with her, that she didn’t need to check email all the time looking for messages from him. In a small way, she did miss the long chats that had kept their relationship going for so many months, and the long sexy phone calls late at night, but now that they were together, the real thing was so much better and the rewards more than she had ever dreamed.

He had encouraged her to re-enroll in school and complete her degree. She had begun to teach him Yoga and the meditative arts. They went for long runs in the park nearby, they showered together and slept closely, arm in arm for nearly the entire night. When she came down with a late summer cold, he had insisted on making her homemade chicken soup and waited on her hand and foot for an entire weekend, propping pillows, mopping her runny nose, and sitting with her reading a favorite old story. She would never forget one moment when she had awakened from a nap and found him still sitting beside her on the bed, his warm marvelous hand caressing her cheek, his fingers running through her hair, and his face creased in such a deep loving smile.

After dinner, they had taken a long walk, and she had showered before finishing some homework, while he worked on a report for work. And now, she looked at the mirror and could see the happiness in her face. She could also see him stretched out on the bed, typing away. His face looked so serious and his eyes so intense. She rested her elbows on the dresser and propped her face in her hands for a moment watching him. She began to think of someway to distract him from his work Her long trim body tingled at the thought of his touch, his kiss, his wonderful lovemaking, and she could see the outline of her nipples begin to protrude through the thin little pink tank top she wore. When she looked back to him on the bed, she saw that he was reading now, perhaps scrolling through the report one last time.

She rose up from the bench and stretched her arms up over her head. The gap between her top and pajama pants widened and she swayed back and forth trying to get his attention. For a brief moment, she thought she caught him glance over in her direction when she swayed her hips back and forth. She knew the sight of her ass always turned him on, especially since she was wearing just a little g-string panty and her trim curves were nearly unobstructed.

She brought her hands down to her face and neck and shoulders, then down over her breasts, feeling how stiff her nipples had become. While one hand lingered on her breast, her other hand wandered down over her tummy and down toward her pussy. Her middle finger could feel the warmth between her legs as she continued to swing her body back and forth.

When she saw that his eyes had risen from the screen of his laptop to watch her, she began to dance for him, suggestively. She ran her hands over her body and began to fiddle with the drawstring on her pajama pants. David was trying to stifle a smile, but she knew what her dance would do to him. Slowly she turned around to face him while she moved, letting him see her hands slip up under her tank top and play with her breasts. She brought both hands back down toward her pussy.

David had shifted his position on the bed, pushing his laptop off to the side. She smiled and licked her lips when she saw pendik escort the lump growing in his lap under the sheet. Tugging at the drawstring again, she began to untie it and felt the waistband loosen up. She looked in the mirror and noticed that his hand had slipped under the sheet and was rubbing his crotch. She licked her lips again and began to ease the pajama pants down over her hips, slowly and teasingly, taking her time exposing the curves of her ass, covered only by the thin elastic strip of her little purple g-string.

She bent over and drew the pants down past her ass, down along her long legs, before letting them fall in a heap around her ankles. She stepped sexily from them and turned around to face him again. His hand stopped rubbing himself under the sheet for a moment. Her dancing moves became more exaggerated as she took the elastic waistband of the g-string and pulled it upward, pulling the little triangle of thin cloth tightly against her pussy. His hand began to move on himself again, this time as if his fingers and curled around his cock and was stroking it. The thought of it, the sight of it turned her on completely. She felt a gasp escape from her mouth and she raised her arms up over her head again, knowing how it raised her breasts and pressed them outward against the thin fabric of her top.

She moved over closer to the foot of the bed while running her hands lightly over her body. Practically kneeling on the bed, she put her hands up under her shirt again and began to touch her breasts, her palms pushing them up and out, and pinching the nipples with her thumbs and forefingers. His stroking under the sheets was increasing in intensity and she could see how turned on he had become as she leaned over while touching herself.

She brought her hands down from under her shirt and teased with pulling it up, giving him just quick flashing views of the lower curves of her breasts. Then she leaned over and put her hands on the bed, looking as if she were about to crawl up onto the bed. But she got a different idea and grabbed the sheet and gave it a strong tug down toward the foot of the bed. She almost laughed at the look on his face as the sheet was pulled almost down to his ankles, revealing his hand curled around his long stiff cock. The sight of him stroking himself was so hot that she stood up and pulled her top up over her head and off.

Pulling her shoulders back, she arched her back and thrust her breasts out for him. Her rosy pink nipples were stiff and achy and she longed for his touch and kiss upon them. She crawled up onto the bed on her hands and knees, bringing her nearly naked body closer and closer to him. She rose up on her knees and straddled his hips, bringing her tender breasts up close to his face. She put her hands on the headboard and let her head fall backward when she felt his hands and then his lips touch her.

He kissed her gently, touching her in the same way, his fingers exciting her greatly, his warm moist lips brushing over the soft smooth skin of her breasts. While he touched and kissed her breasts, she settled down onto his lap, rocking her hips gently so that her pussy rubbed his long hard cock through the thin silky fabric of her g-string. She leaned forward, pressing her breasts toward his face, shifting her shoulders from side to side to move his kisses from one breast to the other and back again. He finally grabbed her more firmly and held her so that he could suck a nipple up into his mouth, letting the tip of his tongue circle her, before letting his teeth have a nibble.

After he had treated her other breast the same way, she pushed herself away from him and slipped off the bed. Toying with her g-string, pulling it up and teasing pulling it down, she thrust a pair of fingers down to touch herself, feeling the dampness in her slit. When she let her middle finger slip up inside herself, she saw his hand return to his cock and resume stroking. She could barely resist him now, and began to ease her g-string down and away from her body. It pulled away from her pussy with a silent little snap. After she slipped it off her feet, she took it in her hand and held it out toward him. He closed his eyes when she rubbed the damp little bit of silk on his face, feeling him breath her scent in deeply. David put his hand on top of hers and rubbed her panty over his nose a bit longer before pulling it away and tossing it aside.

“So, see anything that you like?” Holly asked, finally breaking the silence.

“Two or three things, actually,” he replied, looking up at her with his hazel eyes widened and filled with passion. “But then you know me.”

“All too well, hon,” she laughed.

He reached out to touch her and tried to pull her to him, but she kept out of his reach, circling the bed thinking of just which way to approach him again. She was enjoying the deep look of lust on his face as he looked at her naked body. Climbing up on the far side of the bed, maltepe escort she moved on her hands and knees again, this time heading directly toward his cock, her mouth open, her tongue flicking back and forth over her lips. Kneeling beside his body, she reached over and took hold of his stiff cock. It was hard and hot and he gasped when she gripped it firmly and began to stroke him.

“I can see you’ve had quite a head start,” she giggled teasingly. “Now let’s see what some read head can do.”

Holding his cock erect with her hands, she leaned over and brought her open lips down to kiss the head, the tip of her tongue circling it delicately. She rolled her lips around and around the head, kissing every side of it, feeling him try to thrust his hips upward, but she managed to keep his cock just where it was. She dragged her lips up and down each side of him, letting her tongue dart out for a quick little lick. She repeated this several times, eventually letting her teeth graze over him and felt him tremble.

Finally she brought her mouth over the head again and began to slide her mouth down onto him. At first she let her lips take in just the head, bobbing her head just slightly, feeling him again try to force himself farther into her mouth, but she used her hands to hold her position. Her tongue swirled around the head, tasting the drops of precum that her sucking brought out. Then she began a long slow descent onto him. Each time she dropped her head a little farther, feeling his cock work along her tongue and the roof of her mouth and head toward her throat.

She could easily tell how excited he was by the way he rocked his hips and moaned with pleasure. She was all hot wet mouth and lips and tongue, working her way down along his shaft until her nose finally reached muscles of his belly. Up and down she worked her mouth, sucking him nosily, humming as she went. One hand held his cock by the base while the other held his balls, fondling then gently. She pulled her head up and off, and licked her way all around him, flicking her tongue all over his cock, his balls, and the sensitive skin that lead toward his ass.

“Oh, my god, Baby,” he called out.

Then she took his cock deeply into her mouth again, the head again pushing against her throat. He was completely under her power, surrendering his body to her to do as she wished. His head was tossed backward, his eyes closed, and hard moans came from deep inside him. Able to easily tell that he was getting very close to coming, she had a devilish idea. She held his cock upright and reached over to the nightstand and pulled out her fur-lined cuffs. David was so lost in the wonderful sensations that she was bringing to him that she had the cuffs looped around the headboard and clamped onto his wrists before he knew what had happened.

“Hey, wait a minute!” he called out, his eyes popping wide open, as he pulled against the cuffs.

“Not tonight, mister,” she said with a wicked laugh. “You are all mine. Allllll mine!”

She saw a look of panic flicker in his eyes as she continued the laugh. Remembering how he had once held her captive for an hour of pleasure several months back, she had wondered about how she would pay him back and this seemed to be the moment. She knelt beside his long, slim muscled body, his hard on standing upright on its own, his hands above his head, and a puzzled look on his face.

“Hey, you aren’t going to do something crazy now, are you?” he asked.

“We’ll just have to see now won’t we?” she replied.

She took his cock again in her hand and began to stroke it. Looking down at it lovingly, she admired the sized and shape and noted how he kept himself clean-shaven. She loved the smooth feel to her touch. Then she lowered her head, kissed his cock, and sucked in up into her mouth. Keeping an eye on his level of arousal, she waited until it felt as if he was going to come, then she backed off for a minute or two before going back down on him. As she took him in her mouth again, she let her hand drift down between her legs to touch herself, her fingers working up into her wet slit.

As she went down on him, she realized how silly it was to be fingering herself while his mouth was sitting there doing nothing, so she swung her leg around him and brought her wet pussy down to his face. Being no fool, he quickly brought his tongue out to pleasure her, and wildly lapped her slit up and down. She was loving this, being so completely in charge of him like this. He had always been the one who started things and was in control. Not that she minded, but now she was in charge and able to do with him as she wished.

Positioning herself so that his mouth was right by her clit, she felt him kiss it and lick it madly. When his teeth nibbled on it, she thought she would fly through the roof. Somehow, the fact that he was restrained made him concentrate his energy on what he could move and he was all tongue and lips and kartal escort teeth.

“Oh, David,” she sighed.

She pressed her pussy against him and them pulled it away. Every time she pushed herself back, his tongue was eagerly awaiting her. His tongue laved all over her pussy and wandered up the crack of her ass to circle her tight little rosebud and tease at the opening. As he kept working his loving tongue, she could feel the wetness seep down over her belly and thighs. And all the while she made sure his cock received enough attention to keep him at a continual state of great arousal. And when she felt herself just about ready to come, she pulled away from him and turned around to face him.

Rubbing her pussy up and down the length of his cock, she reached down and positioned him just so she could begin to tease him with her wet opening. The feel of the head was almost like his tongue but she couldn’t wait and wanted to feel him inside her. She settled down slowly, very slowly easing herself over his cock. Putting her hands on his shoulders, she leaned forward and looked down at him. His face was filled with a look of pleasure. She took her time getting used to having his stiff cock up inside her, but soon she couldn’t resist rocking up and down on him, making sure that her hips were positioned just so that her clit would contact him on each stroke.

“Oh, Baby,” he called out to her, his mouth and lazy tongue an open invitation.

She leaned back forward and brought her breasts down toward his mouth. Thrusting her chest forward, she felt him suck one then the other one into his mouth as she kept humping him. Her body was beginning to quiver with excitement. When he hungrily bit down on her nipple she gasped and rose from him.

Turning around so that her back was to him, she settled back down on his cock, feeling every inch of him move up into her pussy again. With her hands resting on his legs she began to move on him hard and fast, a new set of sensation sweeping over her body. This was an urgent desirous passion that was consuming them as she moved faster and faster on top of him. Reaching down to finger herself she knew that she was ready to come at any minute.

“David,” she whispered as he tried to thrust his cock up into her, matching her pace.

She finally just posed her pussy a few inched over his body and let him pump up into her wildly. She could feel him grunt from the effort. Harder and faster and more urgently. Finally she felt herself slip over the crest and her body began to quiver and shake as all of the built-up tension was released.

“Oh, god, David,” she cried out loudly. “I’m cumming!”

He continued to thrust up into her as wave after wave rolled over her body. As the last of the tremors ebbed away, she lowered herself down onto him and felt him wiggle his hips back and forth, his cock still buried deep inside her. When her breathing became more regular she slowly eased herself up from him and sat on the bed by his side. She took his glistening cock in her hand and stroked it gently. It was still long and hard, the head had turned a reddish purple color, and it seemed to throb as she held it in her hand. When she leaned over to kiss it, she sampled the taste of her own excitement.

“Oh, Baby,” he moaned as she gently stroked him “Oh, Baby, please don’t leave me like this.”

“Oh, and just how should I leave you?” she teased him, her tongue flicking around her lips.

His face and torso were flushed, his body yearning for release. Holly fondled him gently.

“Mmm, just what to do. What to do,” she repeated. She was certainly enjoying this, but didn’t want to be mean about it. She was fondling his cock lightly with her fingers. “Well, I guess there’s only one way to put you out of your misery.”

She gripped him firmly and gave him a couple of quick hard strokes and he gasped deeply. Then she let go of him suddenly.

“I may regret doing this,” she said, feeling a bit indecisive. “But here goes.”

She reached up and released the cuffs, surprising him. His eyes popped open and he retrieved his wrists and rubbed them for a moment. He rubbed his right wrist.

“You little vixen,” he said, rubbing his left wrist. “This is really sore.”

“Oh, my poor baby,” she said in a sickeningly sweet voice. “You shouldn’t have struggled so hard.”

Like a cat springing on its prey, David suddenly leapt forward and tried to grab her, but she managed to slip away from his reach by jumping off the bed. He chased after her around the bed and down the hall. She squealed playfully as she chased her, his hand nearly able to grasp her wrist as they rounded the turn into the living room. They played a game of chase around the couch.

“Come on, Baby,” he taunted her. “You know that I’m going to catch you eventually.”

“Never!” she taunted right back. “Cuz I’m way younger and in better shape.”

She laughed nervously as he circled around trying to edge closer to her, his hard on dangling between his legs. She stood tall and wiggled her shoulders feeling her breasts jiggle as a distraction to him.

“But I’ve got age and experience on you, Baby,” he said proudly. “You haven’t got a chance!”

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Another in a series of stories written for my wife…

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We attended one of those typical art openings, you were asked to assist and perform your usual magic for both the staff and clients. No wonder, you were your normal stunning self, dressed in a fitted black backless dress, black stockings, a small strand of pearls and little else. Your hair was down, catching the halogen lighting in the gallery, made it positively glow. Very few in attendance failed to notice, myself included.

People flocked around you like moths to a flame, both men and women irresistibly drawn to your presentations and obvious passion for what you were doing. You were selling art and dazzling the crowd, ever the entertainer and professional.

I was just hanging around watching you work your magic, observing. Quite a few of the men were more interested in what was under your dress than in what was on the walls.

Proposals were suggested, which you skillfully redirected back to what was on the walls. During a small break in the pandemonium, I pulled you aside and dragged you into the back of the gallery.

“I’ve been to shows before, is it just me or is everyone just a little extra friendly tonight? Is this an exhibition or speed dating ” I asked.

You moved close to me and grabbed my cock.

“We’ll be gone soon enough. We’ll go to dinner down the street. I have a surprise for you.”

“A surprise? Really? Can I eat it? Is it candy? The food here sucks. I’m starving”

“Just hang on a little while longer…..it’s better than candy.”

Wow, better than candy, I thought to myself.

However, the show did finally come to an end and many pendik escort a disappointed male left the gallery with neither a painting nor a phone number. The whole thing drove me nuts.

You suggested we go out to dinner and we walked to a little place down the street. It was getting late so town was quite and it was easy to get a table in the nearly empty cafe.

It was very nice. Dim light, very small booths and long table cloths. All through dinner you kept teasing me. Undoing my zipper, sliding your hand in and stroking my cock. By the time dessert arrived I was certain the front of my pants would have an enormous wet spot.

I tried to conceal my hard-on as we left, more thankful than ever for the dim lighting.

We walked along the sidewalk heading towards the car, looking into windows.

“So, was that my surprise, cock teasing me through dinner?”

You didn’t respond. Instead, you suddenly pulled me into a small alleyway and backed yourself against a wall. You inhaled sharply as your bare back contacted the cold stones. I reached for the the front of your dress, bunching the material in my hand, exposing your long legs to the cool night air.

My hand found your pussy, warm,wet. I rubbed a finger lightly between the exquisite folds. I leaned close to your ear and whispered. “You’ve made my cock so hard, I’m already dripping, the head is slick. I need to fuck you here, right now.”

As I whispered, I easily slid a finger into you, feeling your body surrender.

“I wonder how many other people have been fucked in this alley? How much cum has dripped onto these stones?”

As I whispered, I began kissing your neck maltepe escort and shoulder. I slid my hand into your dress, cupping your breast in my hand, rolling the nipple between my fingers. My other hand continued to caress your lips, which began to grow slightly hard.

I released your breast and fumbled with my zipper. Your hand slipped right in finding my hard cock. There was very little light to illuminate the alley, but on removing my cock from it’s restraint, I could see the head shiny with pre cum.

“Clean my cock, Baby”

Before I could finish my sentence, my hands were full of red curls, your mouth at my crotch. I could feel your breath a second before I felt the warmth of your tongue engulf my head.

I tried not to make too much noise as you took my cock into your mouth and down your throat. You moaned softly while I gently fucked your mouth. I could feel my cock releasing tiny droplets of cum onto your tongue.

Afraid I might explode too soon, I lifted you up and placed you back against the wall. You lifted a long sensuous leg, wrapping it around my back. My cock easily discovered where I needed it to be. The sensation of my head passing between your lips was like the entry to heaven.

I fucked you with short, slow strokes before allowing the rest of my cock to follow.

We both whispered tantalizing little things to each other as our rhythm quickened. We moved briefly into a doorway and you placed your foot on the opposite wall to steady yourself, allowing me deeper into your folds.

When I thoughts I could take no more, you turned around placing your hands on the wall, lifting your gown. I entered kartal escort you from behind with unmatched enthusiasm, pounding into you as deeply as I could. The only sound was my balls slapping your ass each time I stroked you.

I leaned over, biting your neck, the “R” faintly visible in the dim light.

“I’m going to cum, Baby. I’m going to fill your pussy. You feel so good. Can you feel my cock pounding, can you feel my head growing?” A breathless, panting, “Yes” was my reply.

My cock began to pump. Throbbing, releasing stream after stream of liquid cream into your pussy. The world began to spin, I could feel your pussy, squeezing me, milking me.

One of your arms struck out at the air as if the sensation was too much to endure. I grabbed your thighs and continued to pound into you, my head feeling every fold, my shaft slick with cum.

I came again as my legs began to tremble and weaken. I drove my cock completely in, placing a hand on the wall to steady myself, exhausting my second load.

Withdrawing my cock released a torrent. A milky trail running from your lips, dripping into creamy pools on the stones. I caught the stream in my hand and coated your pussy and thighs with the gooey amalgam of our orgasms offering the remaining to your mouth. Your tongue cleaned my fingers, sucking them into your mouth.

I spun you around backing you against the cool stone wall. I lower my head to your pussy, my tongue circling your sticky clit. I plunge my tongue between your lips, tasting us both. You moan, head thrashing side to side, thighs quivering.

The liquid warm and thick on my tongue. I felt your lips, firm against my lips. Your knees began to buckle as your orgasm flowed onto my tongue.

I brought my mouth to yours sharing our orgasm in a completely new way, tasting us both. Another instance of two becoming one as someone turned the lights on in the doorway…

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The Affair: The Conclusion

When Teri awoke the next morning, she could smell the heavy scent of coffee in the air. She didn’t have to look beside her to know that Bill had already gotten up. In spite of Bill being out late last night, he was an early riser out of habit. Teri blinked her eyes trying to blink away her exhaustion. She had cried herself to sleep last night, emotionally distraught and physically spent from all of the sex that she had enjoyed the previous day. She still didn’t have any idea of how she was going to handle the predicament that she had gotten herself into or how she was going to face bill this morning, but she tried to put it out of her mind as she stretched and got out of bed.

She dressed quickly and came downstairs to join her husband who was seated in the kitchen reading the newspaper and munching on a piece of toast.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” She asked.

“”You were resting so peacefully and you looked like you needed your sleep.” Bill said looking up from his paper to smile at his beautiful wife. Bill noticed the bags under Teri’s eyes. “Are you okay?”

“I’m just a little tired.” She answered. She didn’t know what else to say to him. What could she tell him? That while he was out seeing an old buddy last night, she was out sleeping around on him?!

“What time did you come in last night?” She didn’t know why she asked that question. She didn’t really care to hear how late he was out. It was more of a conditioned question that she always asked of him whenever he was out with Dean.

“It was late. We closed the pub and then stood in the parking lot and talked for a while.”

They didn’t get a chance to talk any further as the phone rang. Teri was glad for the interruption. It was Dean saying good morning and that he was planning on taking the kids out bowling after lunch so that they could spend the morning and afternoon together. He said that he’d have them home in time for supper.

Teri poured herself a cup of coffee and then went about making breakfast for the two of them. Bill returned to reading the paper. He so seldom had the time or the peace and quiet to sit and read the Sunday paper. Usually he was playing referee for one of the boys’ arguments or rushing out the door for the station.

They sat in silence and ate their breakfast. After breakfast was over, Bill offered to do the dishes. He suggested to Teri to go and read a book or take a nice bubble bath, or go and do something else that she doesn’t have a chance to do with the boys home.

Teri decided that she would try to take her mind off of things if only for a little bit and went to relax in the tub with a book. She found though that she wasn’t able to concentrate on her book. She kept reading the same line over and over and it still meant nothing to her. She kept thinking about her and Bill and their marriage. She also thought about the last night’s turn of events and Clark’s sudden change in his care for her. She had been so easily manipulated by him. She usually wasn’t like that she had prided herself on being able to pick up on deception and dispel it. Where was Clark going with this “I care about you” business he had said last night? Was it all just a rouse to get her into bed? He couldn’t have possibly thought that she intended to leave her family that she has spent the last 18 years helping to create. The more she thought about it the more she felt stupid and gullible and ashamed.

As Bill washed up the breakfast dishes, his mind kept wandering back to yesterday and his carnal escapade with Teri. He had enjoyed making love to his wife. He had missed the closeness and intimacy they had once shared. He tried to think back to before Teri. He had dated once or twice before Teri in high school and college but he never had anyone who could make him feel the way Teri could. Sure there was the occasional damsel in distress who flirted with him, a man in uniform, but he had never wanted anyone else after he married Teri. He never had the need. Teri was always enough for him. After they started having kids and they were both busy with their own careers, life seemed to get in the way and they never had time for each other. Thinking about yesterday, though, made Bill realize that they needed to work on making time for one another. Ah, yesterday! He thought about his wife’s lovely body, all of her supple curves and the way she responded to his touch. Just thinking about it was starting to send sensations down to his manhood.

He finished putting the rest of the dishes in the dishwasher and then went to find out what Teri was up to.

As he passed by the bathroom, he stopped. What he saw made his heart skip a beat. There was Teri with only a towel wrapped around her bent over applying lotion to her legs. She must have just gotten out of the tub, he thought. I’ll bet she’s still moist with dew all over her sweet body. How lucky could he get?

Bill’s imagination was going into overtime giving him a powerful erection. Before he pendik escort realized what was happening he came in behind Teri and grabbed her around the waist.

Teri screamed out in start. “Bill! What are you doing?”

Bill dropped her towel and brought her down to her knees. “Really, Bill, what has gotten in to you?” Bill took one whiff of Teri and undid his pants. Within seconds he was on the floor behind her with his member in his hand ready and raring to go. He rubbed it up and down against her sexy lips, she was still pretty damp from her bath, and with one quick thrust, he shoved it all the way in until it hit her cervix. The sensations were maddening.

Teri opened her mouth to say something but all that came out was a grunt. She was still sore from yesterday, but at this point she couldn’t think. When was the last time she her husband had taken by surprise from behind?

Bill grabbed the hips and the ass that he loved so much, acting on impulse and instinct, pounded away at his lovely wife’s insides. His balls slapping her happily on the ass.

Teri felt him hitting the entrance to her womb. It felt like he was trying to drive his stake right through to her womb. She felt pain and pleasure all at the same time. The sensations from the constant banging were pushing her over the edge. She started screaming in delight.

“You want to play dirt? Come on then, baby. Give it to me. Harder, faster, more, more, more.”

Bill tried to follow her directions and tried to increase the rhythm and the intensity of which he was coming at her with. Every time his sensitive head hit her cervix he thought he would go out of his mind with pain and pleasure. His head tingled causing his whole shaft to tingle. He was very close, he couldn’t hold himself back.

“Ahhhhh” he groaned, “Ah, Teri, here it comes babe.”

Teri was breathing too heavily, and trying to catch her breath to answer. She let out a long moan that was signaling that she was on the verge too.

In a tumultuous volcanic eruption Bill blasted hot semen all over the inside of Teri. Teri could feel his seeds being sprayed right into her womb with such force that she lost it too. “OOOOOh, Biiillllllll!!!!!” she screamed.

Bill continued to dump his semen into Teri, blast after blast. Teri found the vibrations from his shaft to be so erotic, she came again and again.

After a few minutes, Bill was unable to give any more. Bill and Teri were so exhausted they collapsed in a heap on the bathroom floor. When they had calmed down and regained their composure, Bill said, “That was something, huh?”

“Where did all that come from?” Teri asked in amazement.

“I dunno. I suddenly felt like being spontaneous.”

“Well, it was that alright.” Teri said and they both laughed.

Teri rolled over onto her back and looked up at Bill. Bill leaned down to Teri and kissed her softly on the lips.

Bill stood up and fastened his pants, then reached for Teri. “Come on,” he said.

“Where are we going?”

“To finish,” Bill said as he scooped Teri up into his arms and carried her across the hall into their bedroom.

Teri and Bill spent the next hour or so making love to every square inch of each other’s body. And when they had finished their lovemaking, Teri fell back into Bill’s arms and rested her head on his mighty chest.

“You were magnificent!” Teri told him.

“You weren’t so bad yourself.” Bill quipped.

“No, really, I mean it. The last few days you have been so energetic. Where did all of that stamina come from?” Teri wondered.

“Teri,” Bill started, “we need to spend time together.”

“Well, we are spending time together.”

“But we need to spend more time together.” Bill was getting serious. “You and I have been like strangers for a long time. We’ve been like two ships in the night, just barely passing the other one. What’s happened to us? We used to be so good together. “

Teri was overwhelmed with emotions. This talk had been a long time coming and she couldn’t hold the tears back any longer. “I’ve been wanting to talk to you for so long about us. I’ve needed you so much lately and you’ve seemed so busy, so distant, that it’s been impossible to say anything to you.”

“Lately, I have felt more like the mother of your children than your wife, your lover.”

“I come home from a long day at work and want to spend time with you, but you are always so busy running the boys to soccer and basketball games, doing the laundry or working on your lesson plans on your laptop. I feel that you never see me anymore.” Bill stated in defense.

“I am busy with all of those things,” said Teri, “but when I come in to spend some time with you, you are always either on the computer, or out with Dean. And if you’re not out with Dean, you’re putting in overtime at the station. I can’t tell you how many nights I have laid here awake waiting for you to come home to me; how many nights I have cried myself to sleep because I have missed you, maltepe escort missed your touch, so much.”

“When we took our trip to Vermont, I was hoping to be able to spend some time with you, you and the boys, together as a family. But I could feel you pushing me away from you.”

At the mention of Vermont, Teri thought she was going to lose it. She burst out in tears burying her head into his chest. She felt the shame and the guilt. She wanted so badly to spill he guts to him and tell him what has been going on with her lately, but she feared his anger would get the best of him and that he’d never forgive her. She had so much to lose.

Bill kissed her on the forehead and gently lifted her face up to look at him. “Babe, what is it?”

“When we went toVermont,I thought it was suppose to b-bbe a f-fffammmileee triiip, tooo. But I thought you wwwere too busy with Ddddeeean.”

“No, babe! Never Dean. He is my best friend, but you, always, you, come first. You and the boys are my life. Without you, I am nothing.”

At these words, Teri cried some more. How could she have been so wrong about him.

“Teri, I love you, and I’m pretty sure you still love me,”

“I love you”, she quickly broke in and mouthed.

“After all these years, after all that we’ve been through, we can’t lose sight of each other. We can’t lose sight of the love we share. I was thinking, before I came upstairs,”

“Before you threw me down and had your way with me, you mean.” Teri said with a smile.

“Well, yeah, before that too, I was thinking that you and I both have to work on setting aside time for each other.”

“If we don’t, then I’m afraid you can kiss your cruise you want for our twentieth goodbye.” He said this jokingly, but Teri could tell he meant it.

“I’ve also been doing some thinking,” he paused, “about doing some talking about maybe having another baby.”

Teri’s eyes lit up in shock and surprise. “You want to talk about what?”

“You heard me.”

Teri began to sob again softly.

“Teri, honey, please don’t cry.” He said as he softly stroked her hair.

“It’s just that I thought you’d never want to talk about it again.” She said through her tears. “I mean we used to talk about it, but then the time never seemed right. Tyler was starting school, and Brandon was still in diapers, I was working on my Master’s…” her voice trailed off.

“The point is that we stopped talking about it and I just figured I was getting too old to be having children.”

“Nonsense! Why just look at you. You look better than most woman half your age.”

Teri shot him the glance that said he was exaggerating again.

“Well, okay, but you look better than most woman in their twenties. After each of the boys were born, you worked hard, really hard, to get your shape back. You’ve toned up your muscles and flatten out that stomach.” “Yes, that stomach,” he said as he playfully smacked her belly. “Have you ever seen a tighter stomach?”

Bill got serious again. “Teri, I want another baby. I want us to have another baby.”

“And I hope she’s as every bit as beautiful as her mother.” He quickly added with a laugh.

“She’s? You think with our track record we are going to have a girl?” Teri laughed.

“Well, I guess we’re just going to have to practice until we get it right.” Bill laughed back. “But I can’t promise you that I’ll always be able to perform as well and as much as I did this weekend. I’m gettin’ old ya know!” Bill quipped.

“Oh, Bill, stop it! You’re only a year older than me.”

A week later, Teri was sitting at her desk going over her notes for the day. It was early and school had not started. She kept trying to refresh herself with her plans for the day, but found herself staring at her husband and her boys, whom she always kept close, framed on her desk. It had been an exceptional week. Bill had been so attentive of her. It was almost like he was a new man. His old self seemed to have returned. He was better than that. He was kinder and more caring than he used to be. He became really helpful around the house and with the boys. He’d come up and rub her shoulders or plant kisses on her cheek just because. He really was like a new man.

Teri’s thoughts were interrupted by a call from the office. There was something there that required her immediate attention. What could that be, she wondered.

When she walked into the office, there to her surprise was Bill and the boys with balloons and a great big basket of flowers waiting for her. “You didn’t think that we’d let your special day go by without notice, did you?”

Teri was so surprise she didn’t know what to say.

Bill walked up to her flowers in both hand and kissed her, “Happy Birthday, honey.” “You thought I forgot, didn’t you?”

She had to admit, Bill was always very good at remembering her birthday.

The boys each wished her a happy birthday as they handed her their balloon for her and then dashed off to class.

Bill kartal escort offered to walk her and the flowers to class. “You could have had them sent to my room you know.”

“I know, but it wouldn’t have been as much fun as it was to see the look on your face when you walked in here, now would it?”

“I have another surprise for you,” he said. The boys were going home with friends from school, and Bill was taking his beautiful 38-year-old wife out for a night on the town.

Teri couldn’t believe it. She was elated. Just the two of them? She thought. He really has changed.

Teri went about her day as usual, except for the many, many renditions of “Happy Birthday” from her students who all knew about it thanks to her husband and sons who provided the telltale flowers and balloons.

As she was packing up at the end of the day to go home, she checked her email one last time for the day. Suddenly, she saw a familiar address that made her freeze. Nervously she clicked on it. It was a birthday card from Clark. She nearly passed out. A week had gone by since she saw and talked to him last. And now she gets a card from him at school. How did he get her address? How’d he know it was her birthday? She didn’t recall telling him when her birthday was.

Looking around and hoping nobody saw that, she quickly deleted it from her screen and then emptied the trash. She shook with nervousness and panic. Her cheeks flushed with adrenaline, only it was the kind of flush you receive when suddenly a cop pulls up closely on your tail.

She hadn’t talked to him since the night of their anniversary when she ran out on him. She couldn’t talk to him. She didn’t want to be pulled back in by him. Although she felt she had her husband back and things were very hot romantically for them, she knew she was still vulnerable to him. He had been so cunning, so charming the last time. She didn’t want to fall prey to that again.

She really hadn’t given him much thought this past week with her husband being so attentive to him. She knew that she needed to talk to him to break things off for good between them, but she was not ready to face him yet.

She waited until she was at home, then she sent him an email from her laptop. She said that she’d appreciate it in the future if he’d not email her at school. She told him that they needed to talk, but she wasn’t ready to talk to him just yet. She let him know that things were good between her and Bill, and that they were back to the way they were when they first married. Back to the time when they were dating even. She hoped he would get the message that she wanted to cool it on their relationship. And that he wouldn’t try to contact her anymore.

That night, Bill was true to his word. He took her out for a magical night out. Dinner and dancing, fanfare and candlelight. He gave her the royal treatment and she felt like a princess.

When they returned home, after putting the boys to bed, they retired to their bedroom. Bill took Teri in his arms and kissed her both lovingly and tenderly.

Teri went into the bathroom to change for bed. When she returned, she had on one of the silky, lacy nightgowns that she used to wear years ago. It was one that accentuated her full breast and thin waistline. Bill took one look at her and was ready to go.

But he cautioned himself and said tonight was all about her.

He sat on the bed and took her in his arms. She came and sat on his knee. Then he kissed her deeply but tenderly. As he kissed her, he stroked her hair. He loved her hair. It was so soft. When it glistened in the sunlight he called it her halo, and she was his angel.

Gently he helped Teri to lie back in the bed, and had her roll over to her stomach so that her back faced him. Then starting at the base of the neck and shoulders, he worked his way down rubbing her body. The night gown she wore was opened in the back and allowed him direct contact to her skin. His caresses were light but sensual. His touch brought an electric current throughout her body. His massive hands easily worked their way around her petite frame. He moved down to her legs, but skipped her bottom; he wanted to save that for later. His massage of her legs felt wonderful. She felt all the tension in them dissipate. He wanted to massage her feet as well, but when he touched them she jumped and pulled her legs away. He had tickled her. So, he moved back up to her arms.

“WOOoooooh!” Teri said. “You haven’t given me a good rub down in a long time. This feels sooooo goood!”

Teri felt all the aches in her upper body flow down her arms and out her fingertips. She was so very relaxed, but not too relaxed. Bill did not want her to fall asleep; he had other plans for her tonight.

“I think that is about enough for now. Or else I may lose you to sleep.”

“Mmmm, what’s wrong with sleep?” Teri said quietly.

“Well, nothing.” Bill said, “Except, I wouldn’t be able to do this.” And at that, Bill rolled Teri over and kissed her deeply. His tongue entered her and searched her mouth.

“You are too good to me.” Teri said when they broke off the kiss.

“I just want you to know I love you.” Bill said.

Teri smiled at him and said she loved him too.

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