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Chapter 48

Sue and I had some quiet time and I asked if there was anything she wouldn’t do. She laughed and said she thought maybe a horse would be too big, I didn’t know whether to take her serious or not so I laughed along with her and said she didn’t have to worry about size with me. She assured that size didn’t matter if the person that the cock belonged to knew what they were doing. She said that in her experience the guys with the big cocks just relied on their size to do the job and didn’t have any imagination and yes there really were some things she wouldn’t do, “Animals, bdsm or pain, probably a few more if she thought more about it”.

“Don’t worry about you being the average size baby, you definitely have imagination to go along with it.”

I knew I was a little bigger in girth but I wasn’t a porn star by any means. She told me about a few other things she had been involved in like group sex, a little lesbianism when needed and she had a large selection of toys. I wasn’t surprised at any of her revelations and we relaxed over a drink.

I asked her if she was more relaxed now than she was when she came to my door and she rubbed her pussy and winched a little and said, “YHEA Baby, I sure am.”

After a while she excused herself and left for home.

I relaxed the rest of the day just changing the bed sheets and picking up around the house putting things back where they belonged. I made a note to pick up a lock box on my next trip to Knoxville to put the DVD’s in. I didn’t feel comfortable leaving them in a position to be “misplaced”. I checked my security system and everything seemed normal.

The rain had stopped and I went to check on my garden, everything looked like it survived the transplant process and I was sure the seeds would germinate and start sprouting in a week or so. I saw a few weeds around the plants and pulled them while I was there.

I was feeling lazy and just lounged around for the rest of the day thinking about my life and the twists and turns it had taken in the last year and a half.

I hoped I had made a difference around the valley in the year I had been here. I had my ego stroked almost on a daily basis and didn’t want it to go to my head. I know the women loved my brand of loving and I tried to show them that I was more than a man attached to a cock they needed occasionally. I tried to give advice when asked and took an interest in the towns business and social issues.

I had to be careful with the young girls, they were expressing their love for me and although I loved them also I wasn’t in love with them. I think that could cause some trouble or I could live with the three soon to be five of them and be fucked to death in a short time, add the other women in my “harem”. “Oh my god what have I gotten myself into?”

Sue had hinted more than once about a threesome with Janice and remembering the recent action I had with her I wasn’t going to encourage a session with the both of them.

Jasmine was a great partner to be with, and I could bring her off in record time. She was more than willing to do almost anything and I think we did everything except anal sex.

Grace was probably the easiest to be with, not demanding at all but just accepted whatever we did with one another. She liked straight sex with just a hint of kink thrown in. She would come over just to talk or fuck and sometimes we went shopping in Knoxville together. Her father Jim was my predecessor in the valley and I had to wonder if the women fucked him to death.

Carol was Julie’s daughter and just after her 18th birthday had her first public cock fuck at the Thanksgiving party. After that there was no turning back and she was wild as hell when you got a cock in her mouth or cunt.

Mary just liked to fuck and didn’t care where it was. Her two adult daughters Rachael and Jenny were just as horny as their mother and a foursome with them was death defying. Neither of them would take no for an answer but they recognized my limitations and amused themselves during my recoup period.

The rest of the group was just as good and I looked forward to taking care of each and every one of them.

I was looking forward to the opening day of trout season and I thought a little exploring might be in order so I put my boots on and headed for the stream behind my house.

The water was a little high from the mountain runoff and would probably be just right in another two weeks. I went downstream for about a mile or so and found quite a few good places that I thought would produce fish. I was getting hungry for trout just thinking about it.

On the way back I paid more attention to what was around me and found a path, hidden by undergrowth but still passable. I followed it for a few hundred yards and it finally opened up into a nice glen that was surrounded by hardwoods and would be a shady spot in summer. I wanted to keep this in mind in case I ever wanted to have a picnic with sometime. I retraced my steps back to the stream and walked back home.

Chapter Belek travesti 49

Spring was nice and my garden was looking great. My “harem” kept me busy and Carol was becoming quite a woman. Jenny kept asking when I was going to fist her and I would have to try it sooner or later so she could see if she could do it. I was sure if she could she would be like her sister and swallow my hand almost to my elbow.

Another holiday was coming up and I was wondering what was being planned. I was sure that Memorial Day would be “memorial” for sure. It was only a few weeks away and as usual I would be the last to know about the plans. I was usually just expected to bring my grill expertise, sharpen my drink recipe’s, and keep my cock working. We had a few wild parties in the past and my “harem” would take care of each other if I was resting so I didn’t have to worry about fucking every one of them.

My curiosity got the better of me and I called Grace to see what was going on. She just laughed and said for me to show up when the time was ripe, and cum prepared for a good time. That really got me wondering what the hell was going on.

I got a call from Lois one afternoon and she said she would like to see me, I agreed and she asked if she could bring a friend. I asked who it was and she said I already had played with her and if I agreed, she was sure I would be more than happy.

My cock answered for me and I agreed before thinking it through. Lois said she would be there in an hour if that was ok. I said ok and went to the door and turned on the lights so no one else would knock on the door.

Lois showed up looking great in a pair of short shorts and a halter top but was alone. I must have had a puzzled look on my face and she said that our other guest was right behind her but brought her own car. I suspected that it was Amanda and when her car pulled into the yard it confirmed my guess.

Amanda was hot looking for a woman of her age, sexy as hell in tight Capri pants, a satin shirt open with the tails tied under her braless breasts and fuck me pumps. I welcomed them both in and asked if they wanted a drink. Lois opted for a glass of wine and Amanda settled for a scotch rocks. I went to the kitchen to make the drinks and when I got back with them they were naked sitting on my couch. I suddenly felt overdressed so I handed them their drinks and got naked with them.

“So what do I owe the pleasure of your company this fine spring afternoon?”

Lois said “Well we were sitting around talking and when we started to talk about sex we thought of you and wondered if you wanted to have an older/ younger fuck.” Amanda added “I can see by your cock that you are up to the challenge, so who do you want first, Lois or me?”

“Well why don’t we see who is the horniest and I will start with her, how do you suppose I will make that decision?”

Lois opened her legs and her outer cunt lips snapped open, they must have been glued shut by her pussy juice that had dried a little. Her inner lips were swollen with her desire and the crinkly hole of her sex was shiny wet. She rubbed her fingers on her clit and her other hand pinched her nipples.

Amanda just spread her cunt open with her hands and stuck one hand up her cunt almost to the wrist. She shoved a few finger up her ass and made herself cum in about 30 seconds.

I went to Amanda and put my face in her pussy licking her from asshole to clit. Her cunt was so wet and open I thought I would be able to put my head in her hole. Lois crawled between my legs and sucked my cock down her throat. I started to fuck her face with short slow strokes and Amanda face fucked me with a vengeance. I added a few fingers to her cunt and that just made her all the wilder. Lois had me down her throat and her tongue was licking my balls. I could just reach her cunt with my other hand and I finger fucked her while I was tongue lashing Amanda.

Amanda squirted in my face and had a hard cum almost breaking my neck when she wrapped her legs around my head and fucked me back hard. Lois was fucking my hand as I stroked my fingers in her pussy, my palm pressing her clit. I was ready to cum and I knew she could feel my cock head swelling up getting ready to shoot my seed into her throat. She backed off a little and I blasted a half a dozen ropes of cum in her mouth, she swallowed fast enough that she didn’t lose any of my cream. She nursed on the head of my cock until I couldn’t stand it anymore.

She hadn’t had a good cum yet so I switch away from Amanda and stuck my tongue in her cunt. She was ready for it and I added a few fingers to her pussy and one to her ass. That was bringing her to the brink and I dug deep in her twisting my hand a little to increase the friction on the walls of her cunt. She wailed as she hit her peak and stiffened, her toes curled up and her legs trembled with the pleasure that I had given her.

We took a little rest and I had a chance to appreciate Lois’ body as I hadn’t seen her in a few weeks. Her legs were spread Kemer travesti a little and her plump pussy mound looked like a ripe peach with her tight slit making the seam. Her tits were plump but didn’t sit high on her chest and the nipples were extended and very suckable.

She was sitting next to Amanda with one finger in the top of her slit massaging her clit. Amanda had her feet up on the seat with her legs spread wide open inviting anyone to come and amuse her. I waited to see if Lois would accept and didn’t have to wait very long when Lois dropped to her knees and started lapping at her wet cunt.

I moved behind Lois and slowly slid my cock into her pussy. Being wet and having cum once already it readily sucked me in. I started a slow fuck and she groaned pushing back on me as she ate Amanda’s cunt. I bent over Lois and pulled Amanda’s face to mine and we kissed passionately, her tongue was like a snake and I swear she could get it halfway down my throat. I mauled her tits as we kissed and she was getting more excited as Lois lapped and fingered her.

I could feel her tension building and remembered from the last time we had been together that someone was going to get splashed and since I wasn’t between her thighs it was going to be Lois. Sure enough Amanda shrieked and wailed as she had another cum and as Lois looked up she got a mouthful on girl cum.

I don’t think she had ever been squirted on before because she had a puzzled look on her face like she had been pissed on. I laughed as I kept on fucking her and told her to taste it and she would see that it wasn’t piss but female ejaculate. She licked tentively and went back for some more. I told her to keep fingering Amanda’s cunt because she had a lot to give her if she wanted it. She did and was rewarded with a few more splashes. I could feel her cunt clench each time Amanda gave her a treat and started to fuck her hard and fast.

I had already cum once and I knew I would be able to last as long as needed. She was building up to another peak and I reached around to tweak her nipples but Amanda was already there. She pulled hard on the nipples and it sent Lois over the edge once again.

I needed a rest so we sat together in a pile and played with one another while Amanda explained how she and Lois had gotten together. It seems that Lois and Amanda’s daughter Eve were more than friends in college and between boyfriends they amused one another with girl games. One time during a semester break Lois came home with her and they stayed with Amanda and her husband. It seems that while the Rev. James was taking care of his flock, Mrs. James surprised her daughter and Lois one sultry afternoon and joined in the fun.

She said that her husband didn’t know anything about it so he never got the chance to have a foursome with Amanda and the two girls. Ever since, whenever they were together they would play lesbian games but all of them preferred a hard cock. Amanda said I would have to meet her daughter some day and that she was just as highly sexed as she was.

All this talk was getting the women excited again and Amanda led me to the bedroom and pushed me back on the bed. She straddled my hips and impaled herself on my cock. I slid in to the root and my balls were nestled in her ass crack with her pussy juice lubing us nicely. She rotated her hips to settle my cock where she wanted it and leaned forward rubbing her clit on my shaft.

Lois came up from behind her and I felt her hand rub Amanda’s ass. She groaned and a sharp intake of breath told me that a finger had caressed her asshole. Lois moved closer and I felt some pressure as Amanda bore down on me. I felt something large rub against my cock thru the thin membrane of her pussy and I realized that Lois was fucking her ass with a strap on.

We got in a rhythm with me stroking in as she pulled out, keeping Amanda on a fast track to a major cum. She was trying to get something going that she could control but because we were on alternate strokes all she could do is lay there and gasp as we fucked her silly. She was gasping for breath, screaming occasionally and cursing for us to make her cum.

I could feel my cock swelling up getting ready to cum and Lois looked like she was going to make it also. Amanda finally reached her peak and trembled from head to foot. I shot rope after rope into her and Lois rolled her eyes back in her head and buried the dildo as deep as it would go.

We all fell in a heap and Amanda said that was amazing. Lois unstrapped the harness that she and I saw why she came so hard, the dildo was double ended and she had about 6 inches of it deep in her own cunt.

I was tapped out and the girls were playing with each other. Lois spread her thighs apart as Amanda squatted and placed her pussy on Lois’. They scissored for a few minutes and I brought the double ended dildo to the horny pair. Amanda backed off just enough to stick the fake cock in her vagina and squatted again sticking what was left in Lois. They each had at least 6 inches in Konyaaltı travesti their pussies and rubbed their cunts together until they were clit to clit fucking each other with the dildo. I had to wonder why they needed me when they could have so much fun with each other.

Amanda squirted on Lois again and much to her surprise she squirted also. By the time they were done wetting one another the bed was soaking and they didn’t give any indication that they were getting tired. They kept fucking and fucking, groaning, crying and screaming their heads off. Amanda reached up and pulled Lois’ nipples so hard I thought that they would come off and Lois pulled Amanda’s just as hard. They wrestled around on the bed never letting the fake cock escape their frothing cunts and finally ended up with their lips clamped to one another in a passionate kiss.

I think Lois fainted because she just fell away from Amanda and lay on the bed breathing deeply. Amanda let her be and slid the dildo out of her own cunt and came over to me sitting in my lap squirming around on my now hard cock. Her cunt was still leaking girl cream and it coated my cock making it slippery and when she felt it against her pucker she pushed and it slid up her ass all the way to my balls. She was sitting sideways and I could put the fingers of one hand in her cunt and with the other play with one of her tits.

I knew she really loved to get fucked in the ass and I did my best to take care of her as she squirmed and pumped my stiff cock in her hot dark hole. I think she wanted me to fist her but in this position I couldn’t do it. Her ass gripped my cock hard as I shot rope after rope of cum in her bowels. She came hard with me and fell against me shuddering again and again.

Lois was finally joining the living and reached for the dildo that Amanda had left hanging from her pussy, stroking it in and out rather than removing it. Her hand was becoming a blur as she fucked herself again. We sat with my cock lodged in her ass watching Lois fucking herself with the dildo.

I was amazed as she seemed to take most of the twelve inches into her squelching cunt. She came hard again and fell back in the bed gasping for breath. Amanda got off my lap and went to the bed and sat on her face wanting her tongue to clean and lap our juices from her. Lois welcomed her cunt and sucked and licked her clean bringing her to another small orgasm.

They were done for the time being and just laid in each other’s arms. I covered them up with a light blanket as they fell asleep in the throes of their orgasms. I took advantage of the break and headed for the shower to clean myself up. The hot water felt great and I couldn’t even get a twitch from my cock as I washed the spunk and pussy juice from it. My balls were drawn up tight and I knew I was not going to be worth a shit until at least tomorrow. I went to the guest room and fell asleep on top of the covers ALONE.

I woke up to the smell of coffee and bacon. Checking to see if I still had a cock I slipped into a pair of boxers, went to the bathroom and then to the kitchen. Amanda was fixing breakfast and Lois was stroking her dildo in and out of her cunt while she talked about what she wanted to do today. I must say it was a little disconcerting to watch her do that and talk as if nothing was going on. Amanda had found the bananas, laid them on the counter and I knew Lois was considering using one of them in place of the fake cock.

I joked and said if she used one I would have to eat it out of her pussy. She promptly threw the dildo on the floor and grabbed a banana and shoved it deep in her cunt. The only thing sticking out was the stem so I took a knife and carefully make a cut so I could peel the skin back. I started to peel the banana and eat it as I slowly slid it out of her cunt. I knew it was moving around inside her as I munched my morning snack. She had a small cum as I finished the fruit and removed what was left of the peel from her.

Amanda looked on with interest as I lapped Lois’ cunt to clean some pussy syrup from it for a topper on my snack. I was sure Amanda wanted some attention but I was all fucked out from the night before. We had breakfast and the girls decided to clean up, get dressed and be on their way. We all kissed goodbye, saying we would have a good time again in the future.

Chapter 50

Memorial Day was just a few days away and I finally found out where the celebration was going to take place. Grace had a pool and decided to host the party this year. It had been warm and the pool would feel great. I knew I would be the “grill man” and I didn’t mind doing the cooking as it gave me a chance to appreciate all the feminine goodies all around me.

The day had arrived and I cooked my special pork shoulder for pulled pork sandwiches and left for Grace’s place. I pulled in the driveway and as planned I was one of the first to arrive recognizing the other car in the drive as belonging to Jasmine. I grabbed my pork (the cooked meat) and headed out back and found Grace and Jasmine laughing and enjoying themselves as they prepared the tables. I walked up to them and handed Grace my dish and asked if she wanted me to start the charcoal grill yet. She suggested that we would be eating a little later so the grill could wait awhile.

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Chapter 02: Lucy

I had grown to really love this time of the day. The kids had just left for school and the house was quiet. I was relaxing in the den with my coffee and newspaper. There seemed to be nothing really exciting going on in the world. Actually, I was completely bored. After April had died, I quit my job so that I could concentrate on getting my life back in order. It was still tough after six months, but life was starting to move ahead again. The clock read nine o’clock and I had all day to do nothing.

I started to think about the job offer from Lucy. It was very enticing and I wanted to do some more research before I spoke to her again. I put the paper down and went up to my office. What I needed to find out is exactly how bad the housing market was at this point. My old job had cut a lot of jobs and from what I understand; they were still trying to cut costs. Before I decided to invest a lot of money, I wanted to be sure I wouldn’t lose my shirt. It’s not as if I couldn’t afford to do this, but I wasn’t stupid either.

I had barely settled down when the phone rang. “Hey Frank, its Robin. You busy?”

“No, not really. I was just sitting down to do some research on a project. What are you up to?”

“Just got home from my shift and wanted to say hi. Actually, I’ve been home long enough to get into bed, but I can’t seem to fall asleep. So I thought I’d call.”

“I figured since you didn’t call yet you were already asleep. Didn’t your shift end a couple of hours ago?”

“Well, yeah, but I got called into your mom’s office and grilled about our date. I tried to play it off as innocent, but I’m pretty sure she suspects more. I do have a bit of a reputation.”

“She stopped by here yesterday and gave me the same interrogation. I held strong though. How’d you make out?”

“Not so well. It got out that I spent the night. I didn’t really go into details, but she didn’t seem upset, so I guess that’s good. I also told her I was planning on seeing you again and that seemed to make her happy.”

“I’m sure I’ll hear all about it later tonight. So you have to work again tonight?”

“Yes. I work four ten hour shifts, then I’m off for three days. I like the four day work week, but I really hate when it takes the whole weekend away. Makes having a social life kind of difficult.”

“I remember my mom doing a schedule that had her working every weekend. It was tough to do family things.”

“I guess that’s where I have an advantage. The only person inconvenienced is me.”

“So, how does your schedule work? I mean on days your work?”

“Well, on my first day back, I try and take a nap so that I’m not too tired in the middle of a shift. My biggest problem is about five in the morning. So I usually drink some coffee which screws with my schedule after work. I’d like to be sleeping right now, but I’m wired and can’t seem to close my eyes. By the last night, I’ve slept about ten hours and just hang out till my shift begins.”

“Maybe going to the gym or exercising after your shift would help. I know it works for me.”

“Now that the weather is warmer, I plan to start hitting the gym again. Time to lose my winter fat and get into bikini shape.”

“At least you don’t have very much to work off. I think you’re in bikini shape now.”

“Stop, you’re making me blush.”

“Just being honest.”

“Well, maybe you can see me again soon and make a quick reassessment, because as far as I’m concerned, I need to lose a few pounds. My middle is getting mushy.”

“Your middle was perfect. And I don’t need to make a reassessment.”

“Thank you. That’s nice to hear.”

“So how was your shift?”

“Long and boring, which is good. I did sit with a patient most of the night. She was having problems sleeping, which is understandable.”

“That sucks. So, after you sleep, what’s your plan?”

“If I sleep. I had one too many cups of coffee before I left. I should probably just get out of bed and do something and hope I can get some sleep later. But usually I just putter around the house till I leave for work.”

“Well, why don’t you come over here and hang with me?”

“Now that’s an interesting idea. Maybe you can do your reassessment of me.”

“Is that what the kids are calling it?”

“Funny man. But I’m sure that was your little head doing the asking. Maybe I could come over, give you a quickie and then leave so you can get on with your day.”

“I’m sorry. Are you mad about something?”

“Only myself. And I’m sorry I’m taking it out on you, but I promised myself I wouldn’t do what I did with you. And now you’re asking me to come over for another round. And I’m ready to jump into my car and do it.”

“Then don’t. It’s your choice. But I figured you could come over, sit by the pool and swim and then crash here. I’d even fix dinner for you before you had to go to work.”

There was a long silence on the other end. “Shit. I’m so stupid sometimes. I’d love to come over. But can I take a rain check? Maybe I can take you up on your offer tomorrow?”

“I Lara Travesti don’t want to push you into something you don’t want to do.”

“In all honesty, I was going to ask you anyway. I really do want to come now, but I’m so tired that I’m afraid to drive now. Maybe I should have called you as soon as my shift ended.” There was another long pause. “But you could come over here. I really do want to be with you. But I understand if you don’t want to.”

“Tell you what. Get some sleep now. I have a feeling if I got into my car right now, you’d be asleep before I got there. Tomorrow, come straight over here and I’ll have breakfast waiting for you.”

“Sometimes I hate logic. But you’re probably right. And breakfast sounds good.”

“So get some sleep and I’ll talk to you in the morning.”

“Is it OK if I call you later? Maybe when I take my break?”

“Don’t call too late. I usually don’t answer the phone after nine.”

“Well, then I’ll just talk to you in the morning. Have a good day.”

“You too.” I hung up a little disappointed, but I understood. I went back to doing my research and about two o’clock my phone rang again.

“Hi Frank, its Lucy. Do you have a few minutes to talk?”

“Sure, what’s up?”

“First, thanks for last night. It was the best time I’d had in weeks. And also thanks for understanding. Most guys would have taken advantage of me.”

“You’re welcome on both accounts. I’m looking forward to our dates.”

“I bet. And so am I, which is my second reason for calling. What are you doing tomorrow night?”

“Um, nothing that I can think of. Well, nothing after about six. What do you have in mind?”

“Dinner. I know it short notice, but there is a realtor’s banquet and I’d like you to be my date. It’s formal dress, so I hope you have a suit and tie. It starts at eight.”

“I do have a suit that’s in pretty good shape. I used to wear it to the dinners for home builders. I probably still fit into it.”

“Awesome. Than it’s a date. And my third reason for calling was to see if you’ve considered my offer.”

“I already told you I’m good for tomorrow. Just two more after that.”

She giggled and I imagined her breasts jiggling. “Funny guy. I’m talking about the foreclosure project.”

“I know. I’m just messing with you. I’ve actually been doing a lot of research today. I’d like to see some of the properties you are talking about before I commit to anything.”

“I can do that. I’ve got about four or five I’m considering. What are you doing right now?”

“Nothing I can’t put off.”

“Good. Let me email you the ones I’m thinking about and then call me back and we’ll take a walk around.”

“OK, send away.” I waited a few minutes and finally got her email. “I just got them.”

“Good. Call me back when you’re ready. I’ve cleared my schedule till dinner.”

“Will do.” I hung up and took a look at the links she sent me. It was hard to tell what needed to be done from the pictures and descriptions, but I took one look at the price and cringed. There must have been a lot of damage to some of these because they were valued way below what they should have been going for. I called Lucy back. “OK, it’s hard to see for certain what needs to be done, but are these prices correct?”

“Yes. And the pictures don’t do them any justice. Do you want to go check them out?”

“Sure. I’ll meet you at the first one in twenty minutes.”

“See you there.”

I dug out my digital camera, notepad and some other tools from the garage and drove over to the first property on the list. It was a relatively new home in an upper class neighborhood. The homes were going for close to a million dollars, but this one was asking under half a million. Lucy was waiting for me in the driveway when I pulled up. She was dressed professionally, but still very sexy. Her silk blouse was unbuttoned to just about her nipple line, which left some very nice cleavage showing. Her skirt came to just above her knees and she was wearing three-inch heels that accentuated her calves nicely. Her hair was loose and hung down over her left shoulder. She was one sexy creature.

“Hey Frank. I’m glad you made it.” She was very professional in her demeanor as we approached the house.

“So, tell me about this. The description left a lot to desire considering the price.”

“Well, one thing you have to remember is that a lot of these, the bank are just trying to get its money out of it. In this case, the previous owner had been here about ten years and suddenly lost his job. I don’t know all the details, but rumor has it that the guy lost his shirt in some sort of investment and just disappeared. But he did a lot of damage inside and out back. You’ll have to see to understand.”

She unlocked the door and we entered. As soon as we entered, the smell of rot, mold and smoke hit my like a hammer. Lucy apparently wasn’t ready for the smell either and we both had to back out of the house.

“Holy shit, did something die in there?”

Lucy’s eyes opened wide when I said Manavgat travesti that and quickly called 9-1-1. At first I was confused, but realized what she was doing when she explained what happened to the dispatcher. Ten minutes later two sheriff’s cars arrived and a good buddy of mine came over. Mark and I had been in high school together and been best friends for years. I hadn’t seen much of him the last couple of years since he had gotten married and started having kids.

“Frank, how’s it going buddy? What are you doing here?”

“I came with Ms. Angelo to take a look at the property. As soon as we opened the door, we were hit with the stench of rot. Ms. Angelo stated that the owner had mysteriously disappeared and came up with the idea that he may be in the house.”

“Howdy, ma’am. We’ll take a look around. Do you mind standing back?”

“Yes sir.” She was definitely shaken and I pulled her over to my truck and gave her some water to drink. “Do you think that smell is really the owner?”

“I doubt it, but I’m glad you called the sheriff. They’ll figure it out. Mark and the other deputy had entered the house and I could follow them by the light from flashlights. After about ten minutes, Mark and his partner came back out of the house. They both looked a little green around the eyes, but handled themselves well.

“We didn’t find anything, but it’s going to take a more thorough look to find out what’s causing the smell. We checked the fridge, but there’s no food in it and the house looks rather clean, except for the damage. I’ve called for cadaver dogs to do a more thorough search. I also called in a hazmat team just in case.”

“Wonderful. And I thought this would be a quick walk through.” Lucy looked upset and I just smiled at her to let her know I was joking. She gave me a weak smile and slumped back against the truck. “So, what do we do now?”

“Wait. I want to make sure there’s nothing toxic inside before anyone else goes in. So, I need to ask what you are doing here?”

“Well, Lucy is a real estate agent and we had been discussing a deal to buy this house, fix it up and resell it. We didn’t even get two steps into the house when the smell took our breath away.”

Mark turned to Lucy who was definitely not looking well. “Have you been here before?”

“No sir. It’s in foreclosure and my office has been discussing this as possible means for income. I knew Frank through his wife and ran into him yesterday. The idea kind of took hold pretty quickly, so I hadn’t really been to the house. Just some research online.”

The mention of April got Mark’s attention and he looked at me quickly before turning back to April.

“Do you know if anyone has been here?”

“No sir. It’s owned by the bank, so they may have people that take care of this house. But I couldn’t tell you for sure.”

“OK, I’ll have to contact them.” Just then the hazmat truck arrived with a few other deputies. In short order they had the equipment ready and were in the house to inspect. While they worked, Mark turned to me.

“I’m really sorry about April. It always killed me that I couldn’t be there when they came to tell you.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it. How could you have known? The important thing is that you were there for me afterwards. I probably never told you how much I appreciate what you guys did.”

“Hey, I know you’d do the same for me. So, how are the kids?”

“They’re good. Cindy’s ready to graduate next month and the boys are getting huge.”

“I know. I saw Billy play last season. He’s a beast, just like his old man.”

I laughed at that and Lucy turned to look at me.

“She doesn’t know probably. But this man was the hardest hitter in high school football. He still holds the record for tackles, sacks and forced fumbles in the state. He’d have gone pro if it weren’t for one bad hit.”

“Tore my shoulder to bits and I was done.” Lucy just stared at me for a few minutes and then turned back to the house. The hazmat team had finished and given the all clear. The next team in was the cadaver dogs. By now a large crowd had gathered and the place was surrounded by yellow tape. Mark’s boss had arrived and he went to give his report.

‘You played football?”

“Yeah, a long time ago.”

There was admiration in her eyes, which kind of surprised me. “That explains your boys. From what I’ve heard, they are a dangerous duo on the field.”

I smiled proudly thinking about their exploits. Tommie was the starting quarterback while Billie played running back. For the last two years, they’ve been dominating high school football and both had already received interest from some of the biggest football schools in the country. It was definitely going to be an interesting couple of years.

Suddenly we heard excited barking from inside the house and a deputy came out and announced, “We found something in the basement. We’re going to need a sledge hammer and some other tools.”

Mark came over and said “Look, you guys don’t need to stick around. I’ve gotten Side travesti your statements and know how to reach you if I need any more info. This is going to take a while. I’ll call you later and let you know what I’ve found.”

“OK. But don’t forget to call.” I shook Mark’s hand and helped Lucy into her car. Before I pulled away, she took my hand.

“I could really use a drink about now. How about you?”

“A drink would be good. How about my place?”

“I’ll follow you.”

Ten minutes later I was home. Lucy was on the phone when she got out of her car. “I’ll finish telling you tomorrow. But for right now, I’m calling it an early day.” She paused as she listened to the other person. “OK. I’ll be in first thing tomorrow. Thanks.”

She walked over to me. “I just wanted to tell my boss what happened and to tell him I’d be off the clock the rest of the day. He didn’t seem to mind, but I’ll have to explain this all to him in the morning.”

“I understand. How about that drink?”

“Let’s go.” She had a small gym bag with her and she saw me glance at it. “Change of clothes. I usually try and hit the gym at lunch. I need to get these clothes off and maybe take a shower if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all. You can use the guest shower if that’s OK. I should probably shower too.” Before I could show her to the guest room, she wrapped her arms around my neck and was kissing me hard. I responded likewise until she pulled away.

“If you don’t mind, I would really like to use your shower.”

My dick jumped at the thought of seeing her naked. “No problem. Follow me.”

I led her to my bathroom and turned the water on for her. I wasn’t sure where this would go, but I tried to play it cool. That went out the window when I turned around and found her standing in just her panties. Her body was incredible. Her large tits stood firm on her chest and her nipples stuck out at least an inch. She was squatting over her gym bag to grab some shampoo and all I could do was stare. Without looking at me she pulled her panties off as she stood and then turned. Her mound was shaven except for a small triangle right above her clit. I was completely speechless and she was smiling at me as I stared.

“Are you going to help me get clean or just stand there?”

“You’re gorgeous. You just surprised me was all.”

“Thank you and that was the idea.”

I quickly stripped my clothes off and it was her turn to stare. I had always kept myself in shape, but with so much free time over the past several months, I’d taken my workout up a notch. I was actually in better shape now then when I played college ball with a well defined chest and abs. But her stare was focused lower as she got a look at my cock. I always knew I was large from being in the showers after games. Most of the guys gave me a hard time about it. Lucy was just staring openly at me and seemed to be in a trance. I reached into the shower to feel the water. Then I held my hand out to Lucy. She woke from her trance and stepped into the shower ahead of me. As the door closed, she turned to me and I took her into my arms. This kiss was hot and full of passion as I held her tightly against me. But suddenly I pulled away and she looked shocked at me.

“You need to wash your hair.”

“Oh shit. Does it smell?”

“Yeah. I don’t know if it’s because it’s wet now, but it didn’t smell before.”

She wasted no time pouring shampoo onto her hair and scrubbing it in. She must have been surprised when I started scrubbing her scalp and she quickly let me take control. I massaged my fingers into her scalp and she leaned back against me. I spent several minutes on her scalp before taking bunches of hair and scrubbing it with the shampoo. When I was satisfied, I grabbed the shower head and washed the shampoo out. After I had all the shampoo out, I replaced the shower head in its holder and took a deep breath of her hair. It smelled completely better and after sniffing a few more areas, kissed her neck.

As I kissed, she reached back and held my head so that my face was against her. I pulled her hair out of my way so that I could nibble her neck. I reached around her and cupped her large tits, enjoying the firmness of them. As I squeezed them, she titled her head away from my mouth to expose more of her neck. With one hand I tilted her chin towards me and kissed her mouth. She let out a small moan into my mouth as my hand continued to squeeze her tit. I felt her nipple harden under my palm.

With my other hand, I slid down her stomach till I reached the patch of hair about her pussy. But before I could move further down, she stopped me. “Slow. Please. Just move slowly.”

I moved my hand back up her body and turned her towards me. She pulled back just a little to stare up at me. “Please don’t rush me. I’m very nervous about this and don’t want to move to fast. Is that OK?”

I smiled at her. “That’s fine. You set the pace. Whatever you want, I’ll do.”

She pulled me tighter to her and we kissed more with the water running over us. There were actually multiple heads so we were both able to stay warm. The kissing built up again to more of frenzy, but I kept my hands on her lower back. I was several inches taller than her and she pulled away again. “My neck is starting to hurt. Can we go somewhere more comfortable?”

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I lock up the front and pull the blinds. The parking lot is deserted. Omari sweeps while I tally the books and write my nightly report. He leans on the broom and watches the Keno numbers.

“Is there anything else I should be doing right now?”

I look around the shop.

“Did you take out the trash?”

“Yup. I broke down the boxes, too.”

“Great, thanks. You can just hang tight until I finish up. We have to leave at the same time.”

“Do you know how long that’s going to be? I’ve got plans.”

“I’ll be done when I’m done. And I told you this morning that we wouldn’t be getting off exactly at ten.”

“Geez, sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to be pushy, I was just curious.”

I sigh and rub my temples.

“It’s been a long week. Don’t worry, we’ll be out of here soon.”

Omari wanders around the shop, poking at wires and lifting up the carpet. “So what’s the deal here?”

“What do you mean?”

“This place is a shithole, but it has an $800,000 custom security system.”

“It sounds like you’ve done the math.”

He leans over the counter.

“Is it the mob?” he whispers conspiratorially. “Is there some kind of secret tunnel?”

“No. You watch too many movies.”

“What is it then?”

“Listen. Hon.” I take off my glasses. “All things considered, this is a pretty nice place to work. Just stay in your lane, do your job, and don’t ask questions.”

He’s quiet for a moment and I get back to the ledger.

“Do you? Stay in your lane? Or are you, you know, are you in it too?”

“I do my job. And when someone gives you good advice, take it.”

“No, I got it. Loud and clear.”

I count the drawer, put the money in a drop bag, and enter my code for the vault. The heavy steel door rolls up with a thunk. I stack the cash on the Tuesday shelf.

The shop phone rings, and Omari answers. I double check my numbers. He puts the call on hold and jogs toward me.

“Hey, Lyla, Mr. G is on the phone. He says it’s an emergency.”

I lose count.

“I’m sorry, what?”

I look up. Omari is nearly at the vault.

“Stop! Üçyol travesti Stopstopstopstop!”

He crosses the threshold. An alarm goes off and the door slams shut. I crouch down and cover my ears. Omari spins around wildly.

“What the fuck, man?!”

I rock back and forth until the noise stops. I’m dizzy and my ears are ringing. Omari looks around in a daze.

“What the fuck just happened?”

“We’re locked in, you idiot. There’s a sensor. Only one person can be in here at a time unless you put in the override code.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means you just signed our death warrant. Nice job.”

“How is this on me? This is my first day!”

“Why did you even come in here? Look around you! There’s millions of dollars in cash alone. Why would lower-level employees even be allowed inside?”

“He said it was an emergency. I was trying to be helpful.”

“Well, I appreciate the hustle. But you just majorly screwed us.”

“How was I supposed to know this was some kind of insane super-villain safe? The listing said this was supposed be horses and lotto tickets and shit.”

“Yeah, job ads are bullshit. Welcome to the real world.”

“Whatever. Let’s just call someone.”

“Phones don’t work in here, asshole.”

“Perfect. Fucking Perfect.”

He paces the floor.

“How much oxygen do we have? Should we not be yelling?”

“It’s ventilated. And I will yell all I fucking want.”

“Why would a vault be ventilated?”

“Use your imagination.”

“Then why did you say we were going to die?”

“Because they’re going to fucking kill us, that’s why.”

“Why would they kill us? We didn’t do anything wrong.”

“We effectively just hung up on Mr. G, and now I’m not available for whatever emergency came up. And for all he knows, we did this on purpose to case him or something. You can only be in here for ten minutes at a time unless you override.”

“But there was an alarm, so they know something happened. Obviously we weren’t trying to con anyone.”

“It hasn’t been connected for weeks, and they know that Alanya Travesti I know that. And whenever Mr. G comes down here to figure out what the hell is going on, he’s going to find us. He’s going to kill you first, and then he’s going to kill me.”

“Why the fuck would you not tell me all this?”

“I shouldn’t have to tell you! What did I say about staying in your lane?”

“Listen, I fucked up. I know. But we’ll figure it out.”

“You’re not listening. We’re going to die, and if we’re lucky it’ll be quick. These people don’t do dishonorable discharges.”

“You said this wasn’t a mob thing!”

“Of course I did! Read between the lines, dude!”

“You need to back off, this is your fault. You’re in charge.”

I shove Omari as hard as I can. He doesn’t react. I run my full body into him and beat my fists against his chest.

“Really? You’re going to hit me?”

He shoves me away roughly and I stagger into the door. I lay into him with punches and kicks, and he strains to keep me at arm’s length. He pins me against the wall with his forearm.

“Calm the fuck down!”

“Don’t tell me to calm down just because you don’t get it.”

We glare at each other. Our breathing is heavy. I struggle against him and feel his heart race. He uses his entire body to hold me down.

“You patronizing piece of shit. Let me go!”

“Not until you stop freaking out.”

“Oh, fuck you!”

Omari kisses me deeply, passionately. I break free and slap him. Hard. He grabs the back of my head and kisses me again. I jump up and wrap my legs around his waist.

He slams my back against the shelves and they rattle and shake. Stacks of cash fall to the ground. I squeeze him tight between my thighs and grind against his erection. His kiss drips with anger. I dig my nails into his back.

I put my feet down and shove him off me. He takes off his shirt. I can’t stop staring at his chest. I shake it off and push him again.

“You better stop that shit before I decide to start hitting back.”

I slap him.

“Make me.”

He grips my throat Konyaaltı travesti with one hand and forces me against the wall. I gasp with pleasure. I wrap my hands around his wrist and narrow my eyes.

“Fuck. You.”

“That’s what you want, huh?”

“You don’t tell me shit. You are out of your depth.”

“I say whatever the fuck I want.”

He shoves his hand down the front of my pants and plunges his fingers inside me. I close my eyes and moan. His fingers are strong.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Omari tears open my shirt, and the buttons pop off and roll away. He snaps the clasp at the front of my bra. I wriggle out of my pants. He pinches my nipples and pulls hard. I slap him again. His cheek is still red.

“Try that again.”

I punch him in the chest. He spins me around and pushes my face against the wall. He pulls down my panties, spits on his hand, and fucks me from behind. He slaps my ass over and over until my skin burns and stings. The metal is cool against my cheek.

“You fuck like a little bitch.”

“Shut up.”

Omari grabs my shoulders and bears down on me. He grunts like a wild animal. I push my ass into him. I break his grasp and knock him to the floor. His pants are still around his ankles. I climb on top of his cock and slide it in. He slaps my tits and bites my nipples. I grab the back of his neck and work my pussy into him. I work my fingers into his hair and yank his head back. His breathing gets faster.

“I’m gonna cum…”

“Like hell you are.”

He gets on top of me and presses my knees against my chest. He shoves his hand in my mouth so I can’t speak.

“You don’t tell me when to cum.”

There’s a whirring mechanical sound. The vault door slides open. I hold my hand up to shield my eyes.

“Lyla? What the hell’s going on?”

“Leo!” I climb off Omari and attempt to cover myself. “We got locked in, long story. What are you doing here?”

“I have to be someplace tomorrow so I’m doing my rounds early. Why are you fucking some random dude in the vault?”

“I work here.”

“Bro, I don’t think either of you work here anymore. You’re goddamn lucky I got to the shop first. Jesus Christ, Lyla.”

“Yeah, no shit.”

Leo collects the day’s money and I finish getting dressed. Omari offers his hand to help me up and I swat it away.

“Don’t touch me.”

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I looked up and he was standing there, staring at me. I didn’t even hear him come in as I was leisurely enjoying my Saturday morning coffee after breakfast. I was sitting at the dining room table just off the kitchen reading the morning paper and my cat was in the chair next to me. I still had on my sleeping clothes – a loose-fitting, scoop-neck top and my over-sized flannel shorts sans panties. He had on his typical getup – a plaid, flannel shirt tucked into a pair of tight, button-fly jeans and medium weight work boots. His baseball cap had the logo of some football team.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, somewhat annoyed.

“Are they gone?” he replied, intentionally ignoring my question.

“Yes, they left about an hour ago,” I said, ignoring his ignoring of my question and knowing that he knew the answer to his question before he asked it.

“When will they be back?” he continued questioning me.

“They left for the day,” I answered.

That must have satisfied him as he stopped talking. He continued to stare at me. I picked up my coffee cup, cradled it in both hands, and sipped some of my morning wake-up nectar.

“Do you want me to leave?” he asked.

I slowly shook my head “No” even though I knew I should have said “Yes.”

He continued to look at me as I took another sip of coffee. I felt the shivers of thrill and anticipation surge through me. I tried to remain composed on the outside and put my coffee cup down so I wouldn’t start shaking.

“Stand up,” he calmly ordered.

“Oh, my god, it’s started,” I thought to myself as I pushed my chair away from the table and stood up.

“Look at me,” he said.

I turned and faced him with my hands at my side. He said nothing as his eyes took in all of me from the tip of my head to my bare feet.

A slight smile escaped from his lips. “Was I acceptable to him?” I asked myself. So many times we had found ourselves in the same situation and I could never figure out the answer.

“Move away from the table,” he spoke quietly, but firmly.

“God, I love it when he talks like that,” I felt.

I was so nervous. I stepped away from the table, but remained close enough to my chair so I could grab it if I needed to steady myself. I could tell my breathing had increased; my chest was moving up and down. “He can probably see my hard nipples under my shirt,” I supposed. Just thinking Bornova travesti that made me more agitated.

“Well?” I thought. “Get on with it,” but he made no move or motion, just continued to look at me, his deep blue eyes piercing any resistance I might have had. I started to slightly fidget.

“Be still,” he demanded.

He does this every time and every time I simply get wet between my legs. I don’t know what it is, but just standing here in front of him and knowing what will come makes my juices begin to flow. I tried to hold still.

Then, “Take your pants off,” he said in a no nonsense manner.

I trembled as I hooked my thumbs under the waistband of my pants and slowly pushed them down, over my butt, over my thighs, below my knees, past my calves, and down to the floor. As I always did, I slowly stood up exposing myself to him, reached out for the chair, stepped out of my pants with one foot, and with the other foot, flipped my pants to the side.

My shirt reached to just below my breasts and from there down I was undisguised in all my nakedness. I felt my pussy begin to warm to his stare.

“Let go of the chair,” he said.

I moved my hand to my side. I wondered if he could see my pussy expand as the blood rushed to it. I moved my legs slightly apart to give it room.

“Now, squat,” he ordered.

I felt my cunt gush as I moved my left leg out and slowly lowered myself until I was just inches from the floor.

“You like this, don’t you?” he asked.

I lied and shook my head, “No.”

“Then, why are you so wet? You’re almost dripping on the floor,” he said.

I knew it was true.

“Feel yourself,” he ordered again.

I looked at him and knew there was no way out. I took the first two fingers of my right hand, reached between my legs, and wiped myself from the back to the front. I stuck my fingers into my mouth and tasted my own fluid. I wouldn’t have been surprised if I had been dripping on the floor, I was so turned on.

“Spread your legs,” he said. I grabbed onto the chair and moved my knees as far apart as I could. He could now see my puffy, hairless, dripping cunt as it waited for what was to come. I put my other hand out behind me and leaned back on it. My tits stuck out like pointed triangles as my shirt hid nothing from the imagination. “I could almost come,” I thought.

“Lie back,” he Buca travesti relented as he could see my agitation and straining.

I put my butt down and lay back on the floor as I let go of the chair. I rested with my knees still spread. “This is so bad and I love it so much,” I thought as I closed my eyes.

I felt him walk over to me, but he didn’t touch me or say anything. “He’s probably looking at my cunt,” I thought and it surged some more.

He must have knelt down between my legs as I felt his feather touch on the inside of both my legs just above my knees. I shivered. He slowly moved his fingers up and down working toward the center of my being, which was what my cunt was now as he tortured me with his touch.

I moaned uncontrollably. I moved my cunt up hoping it could be touched and relieve some of this extreme agony. It didn’t happen. His touch stopped within millimeters of it. I couldn’t bear it and moaned again, my cunt in intense anguish.

I felt his hot breath on my cunt, but no touching. He said he loved my scent. My cunt just wished for a touch.

He said, “O.K.” and I knew it was time.

I opened my eyes, stood up, and led him to the bed. I stopped at the edge facing the bed with him behind me.

“You know what to do,” he said with authority.

I took my shirt off, the material grazed my nipples as I lifted it up. I folded the bed covers back, stacked the three pillows in the middle of the bed, and mounted them lying on my back with my cunt in the air. My heart was almost beating through my chest. Unconsciously I began to knead my tits and pinch my nipples. I glanced at him and saw he was ready, too. His cock stood hard at an angle away from his body and he held two devices in his hands.

“Oh, god,” I thought and almost came when I saw what he held.

He climbed on the bed and positioned himself between my legs and leaned forward. His cock just barely slid into my cunt lips. I moaned again and moved my hips up against him. He reached forward and put the nipple clamps on me. They were so tight. I felt the sting and could hardly stand it; I shuddered. I opened my mouth for air as my breathing became more ragged.

He put his hands on the bed at each side of my breasts and I moved my hands up to his arms. He leaned down and kissed me. My mouth was open for him and he enveloped me in that anticipated ecstasy that Konak travesti always came. Our tongues entwined and I could feel him moving his hands to the headboard so he could support himself in his fucking position. He moved his cock back, I arched my pelvis, and he entered me.

He pulled his head back and looked at me. Then he began his ritual, rhythmic, seemingly unceasing fucking of me.

The pain in my nipples caused them to be stimulated to fever heights. His fucking almost took my breath away and I struggled to breathe with my cunt in the air and my legs spread apart. He was like a jackhammer with each stroke as he pounded my cunt relentlessly. We alternated grunts and breaths as I pushed my cunt higher and higher to accept more and more of him. And it continued nonstop. I was getting dizzy, as always, as I kneaded my tits and wanted more. The only sounds were our bodies slapping together and our grunts and breathing.

“You… Fuck… Good!” I hoarsely barked in between his thrusts.

“I know,” he replied as he kept up his tireless assault on my cunt.

I couldn’t feel my nipples anymore; the pain was just a distant memory. My tits will have marks on them again, I thought, as I pinched and squeezed them incessantly. I could feel my orgasm begin to build within the very fiber of my cunt.

“Hit me harder!” I demanded.

“Huh?” he said.

“Hit me harder! Harder!” I repeated.

He slowed his rate and began to hammer me harder and deeper. I had brought my knees up and now I grabbed them and pulled them back against me leaving my cunt unprotected against his cock which seemed to get harder and longer with each assault.

It was coming. I could really feel it now.

“Go! Go! Go!” I shouted as I focused on my cunt. Oh, yeah, this is goin – Then it hit me like a freight train.

“Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, shit! Fuck! Oh, god! Oh…” I screamed!

I let go of my legs and let it ride through me. My body bucked uncontrollably as he gradually slowed his thrusting and then I could feel him coming deep inside me. Spurt after spurt, just like always, he filled me up. A couple of groans and he was done.

I relaxed with him still in me. He reached down and removed the clamps. Relief and blood rushed into my nipples.

He pulled out, I lifted up, and he removed the pillows from under me. We rested on the bed.

“They’ll be back later,” he said quietly.

“Yeah,” I replied.

“Then they’ll leave again,” he said.

“You’ll probably be back, too, and then you’ll leave again.”

“It’s better that way,” he said.

“I know.”

He got up, dressed, and left as quietly as he arrived.

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Melanie was sitting in her room bored. Every few minutes she would look out of her second-story window to see if James had returned home. She had hoped to spend Friday night with him, but the chances of that happening were beginning to look bleak. She flipped through the cable channels repeatedly looking through the bland lineup of shows. Her friends invited her to go to the football game, but she turned it down having a better plan. Now, she wondered if she should have just gone to the football game with her friends.

The alarm clock read 8:30. She heard a car door close outside and jumped off her bed, scurrying for the window. She looked across the road and saw James walking along the side of his house to his door. She quickly slipped her feet inside her low-top sneakers, rushed downstairs and out the front door. She had decided earlier that she wanted to feel a slow pleasure. She wanted to be cuddled and slowly stroked.

James had no more than set his briefcase down on the kitchen table when he heard a knock at the door. He knew who it was. There was only one person that came to visit him, especially later in the evening. He felt himself smile, wondering what she was wearing tonight. He opened the door and greeted Melanie with a smile. He took a quick survey of her body as she walked past him into the house. She was wearing a pair of black shorts hugged her body. The white elastic band was rolled on the top of her shorts. The bottom of the shorts rode high on her hips, barely passing her crotch. She was wearing a short shirt that exposed her stomach and clung to her body. James could see her pink bra through her shirt. Her blond hair hung over the front of her shoulders, resting on her chest.

Taking a seat on the couch, Melanie patted the couch beside her. James took a seat to the right of her and asked, “What brings you to my house this evening Ms. Samuel.”

Melanie laughed at his proper speaking. “I want to watch a movie with you tonight, James.”

She handed him a CD inside a plastic case. James opened the case to read, “The Foreign Exchange”. “What is this movie about?”, he asked inquisitively.

“It is a movie about a girl who goes on a trip to Europe and is kidnapped. Her dad works with the U.S. Embassy to make an exchange for her return.”

“Sounds interesting.” He said, looking at her face.

She grinned, thinking about what she had in store for the evening. She was sure James knew as well. Melanie leaned in and kissed James on the cheek like an innocent girl. “Can we watch it in your bedroom?”

Laughing briefly, James stroked the back of her hair and said, “Sure.” He took her by the hand and lead her into the bedroom. She kicked off her shoes and socks and climbed under the sheet as he put the movie in the DVD player.

James climbed under the covers and pushed play on the remote control. Before the movie could begin, Melanie cuddled up against him and rested her hand on his chest. He put his arm around her Esat travesti shoulders and held her close to him. He could feel her breasts pressed against his ribcage as she held him close. He felt her right leg slide between his legs, separating them.

The next ten minutes of the movie passed without much activity. They are drawn to the movie scenes. A thought slipped into Melanie’s mind and she remembers why she is over there. It felt great being held in her arms, though she wanted more than just to cuddle. She slowly moved her hand underneath his shirt and moved her hand up and down, rubbing his stomach. Her lips started pecking the side of his neck. She hoped it would be enough to arouse him and give him the green light to touch her.

Soon, she was rewarded with the touch of his hand on her neck as he turned his body to face her. His lips met her mouth and they began to kiss. After a minute of kissing, she rolled over onto her back and looked at the television. James kissed her neck a few times, then rolled over onto his back as well. He placed his right hand on her lower stomach. Her legs spread a little, giving him access. His hand slid down over her shorts and began to slowly slide up and down her crotch. Melanie crossed her arms below her chest and rested her fingers under her breasts.

She enjoyed the soft massaging of his fingers as she watched the movie. His slow movements were beginning to turn her on. She looked down and noticed the bulge in his pants began growing. She spread her legs a little more and raised her legs, putting her knees in the air. The pressure of his fingers began to grow as time passed. She could feel herself becoming wet under her clothes.

Putting her hand over his, she started to stroke his penis through his clothes. She hoped this would entice him to go further. Just as she hoped, he slid his fingers under her clothing and placed his hand on her wanting vagina.

James slid his fingers between her labia and felt her wetness. He was surprised at how wet and turned on she was. He slowly slid his middle finger up and d own the middle of her lips, occasionally sliding her wetness over her swelling clit. He was rewarded with soft moans. He continued to slowly tease her vagina as he watched the movie.

Melanie forced her eyes to stay open and watch the movie, even though she wanted to close them and enjoy his pleasuring hand. She could hear herself starting to breath harder as the minutes passed. Her horniness also grew with each passing minutes. She could hear her wetness between her spread legs as he stroked her inner labia. She was getting hot and felt sweat beginning to form on her body so she pulled her shirt and bra over her head, exposing her breasts.

James turned and looked at her perky breasts rising and falling with each short breath. His attention was now drawn away from the movie. He turned toward her and softly kissed her left breast while moving his left hand between her legs. Kızılay travesti His finger slowly slid inside her tight walls. He buried his middle finger deep inside her sopping wet vagina. Her inner walls were grasping his finger as he slowly began to remove it. He slid his middle finger up her inner walls and started circling her swollen clit with the tip of his finger.

A lingering moan escaped her mouth as his finger slowly circled her aching clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body, centralizing around her clitoris. She slowly began to rotate her hips to the tempo of his finger. Filled with a building lust, she fondled with his pants until she unzipped them. She slid her fingers under his boxers and started stroking his manhood. His meat was really hot beneath her fingers. She stroked him faster, hoping he would increase his pace also. To her dismay, he continued his slow, torturing pace.

He knew she was horny and wanting more, but he wanted her to feel the slow build of an orgasm. His middle finger slid back down her vagina and reinserted it inside her vagina. He started sliding his middle finger in and out of her at an agonizingly slow pace. He could feel her frantically stroking him for a few more moments before her slowing to match his pace.

Melanie could feel a slow rumble build inside her lower stomach. Her tight shorts now felt very restrictive. She put both hands on her hips and slid her shorts and panties down her hips and over her legs, kicking them on the floor. She watched as James did the same. She looked down at his manhood and could not help but stare. No matter how many times she saw a penis, each time fascinated her. She watched as James rolled over on top of her and placed his legs between hers. She started to panic as his swollen penis pressed against her vagina.

“No.” She exclaimed as James pulled his hips away from her body and was attempting to push it inside her walls. “No sex. I am saving myself.”

James looked at her with a confused look on her face. He could see the look of shock and horror painted across her face. He understood and did his best to fight the urge as he rolled back across her body and moved beside her. Her hand slid across his thigh and began to stroke him feverishly. James reinserted his finger inside her dripping wet vagina and began pumping his finger in and out of her walls.

Her hips began to dance against his finger as it slammed deep inside her. She would stroke him as fast as she could and then lose her concentration, getting lost in her own pleasure. A few seconds later she realized she wasn’t stroking him and would return to pleasing him. She wanted to feel the orgasm roll over her more than anything. She bucked her hips up and down. She felt his thumb press against her screaming clitoris hood. The sensation forced her to lock her hips in the air. Her hips continued to thrust as her lower body hovered in the air, supported by her bent legs. She squeezed Alsancak travesti her breasts and nipples as he fingered her towards a strong orgasm. She screamed out moans and groans while the orgasm washed over her body stronger than she had ever felt before.

She expected him to stop and let her rest as her orgasm began to subside, but he continued to finger her vagina. She was gasping for air, trying to catch her breath. Soon she felt another rush of pleasure heading for her vagina like a mack truck speeding toward her. She didn’t know she could have a second orgasm or have one so quickly. Her hips began thrusting violently once again. The second orgasm hit her like a brick wall. This orgasm lasted longer than the first one and drained her of all her energy. She lie motionless on the bed, gasping for air with her eyes closed for several minutes.

James moved next to her body, watching her chest rise and fall. He was horny as hell and wanting to have an orgasm himself. He had looked forward to burying his penis deep inside her and feeling her tightness surround him. Unfortunately, he was rejected from his initial plan. He lay beside her and watched the movie.

Melanie began to regain her energy and was surprised to find herself still horny and craving more. She quickly rolled to her side and slid her body down the bed. Her lips engulfed his swollen penis and began bobbing her head up and down his pole. She looks up at James and sees a look of surprise. She smiles inside as she continues sucking his throbbing penis. His moans become more frequent and loud.

She can feel his muscles contract inside her mouth, pushing his semen toward his tip. She knows he is close and starts stroking the base of his penis while sucking on the top few inches. Preparing to receive a mouthful, she opens wide as his hips thrust forcefully toward her face. She hears James grunt as his hips lock. His juices spray inside her mouth and around the outside of her face. She uses her tongue to lick the excess semen off her face and continues to stroke him.

Cuddling up next to him, she continues to softly stroke his penis. She wonders if he can have a second orgasm as well. Slowly his penis begins to go soft in her hand. She stops stroking and places her head on his chest.

She opens her eyes to see sunlight shining through the windows. Freaking out, she scurries off the bed and dresses as fast as possible. James opens his eyes and looks at her.

She says, “I fell asleep and now it is morning. My parents are going to kill me.”

James wipes the sleep from his eyes and says, “Tell them you stayed overnight at a friend’s house.”

“They are going to want to know who and why I hadn’t told them. They will quiz me. Shit.”

“Relax”, He says. “It is only 6 o’clock. Maybe you will make it in the house and they won’t even hear you.”

“I didn’t bring keys with me. I wasn’t expecting to stay overnight.”

“Well, you are eighteen and you are legally an adult, so you are old enough to make your own decisions.” He says, sitting up in bed and watching her dress.

“You are right. I will just wait and go home later.” She says as she quickly removes her clothes and jumps on top of him, separated by only the sheets.

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Hello my lovelies.

This story haunted me until I finally started to write it down. I will post the next chapter very soon, but since it is long with a gradual build up (it will be worth it), I thought it made sense to break it up a bit.

One quick note: we flash back to when some of these characters are very young. But before anyone reads too quickly and gets upset, let me assure you that no sex takes place until everyone is well over the age of 18. By the time it gets hot and heavy, all are consenting adults.

I tend to fall in love with some of my characters as they come to life, as if of their own free will. This story is no exception. I hope you feel the same way.

Okay, enough intro – on with the show. Please be sure to turn off your mobile phones during the performance.

XOXO,

L

***

“NOCTURNE”

[A musical composition that has a romantic or dreamlike quality, and is associated with the night.]

She moaned, rolling over onto her back. A fine sheen of sweat made her pale skin glisten like silver in the shafts of moonlight that filtered through the blinds. She kicked the sheets downward until her shapely legs and feet were uncovered. Her nightgown was still hiked up to her hips, and since she never wore panties to bed, her wet sex was exposed to the light breeze from the ceiling fan overhead.

Her climax, while good (aren’t they all?) was not quite fully satisfactory. It had sort of fizzled out at the end. Again.

Frankie adjusted the delicate straps of her silky chemise. She had high, firm, petite breasts topped by small pink nipples that turned rose red when hard and erect, like they were now as they rubbed against her nightie’s lace bodice. Her heartbeat was still rapid, the muscles of her flat, slender belly were still trembling. The young woman’s long lean thighs were damp and quivering. Yet she felt as restless and wide awake as she did before masturbating.

She shifted up slightly for a moment to sweep her long mane of platinum hair to the side. It was feeling prickly against her damp neck and back. Settling down onto her pillow, Frankie sighed, trying to push through her frustration. She slipped an index finger into her mouth, tasting her own juices.

Why wasn’t it working? Perhaps the trouble was the fantasy she’d been spinning while touching herself. Maybe it wasn’t enough to make her cum as hard as she needed to.

She’d been thinking about a young actor she saw last week in the Previews of a new off-Broadway production. He was scruffy, rock-star lean, and pretty hot with a “bad-boy edge” that she couldn’t help finding rather exciting. Frankie had imagined a scenario involving a sudden meeting backstage, followed by a feverish session of perfect cunnilingus before he roughly took her in a hard and fast fuck in his small, messy dressing room. He’d managed to bind her wrists together with a scarf, and hoisted her up on top of his make-up table. Impatient to access her sweet, throbbing center, he’d ripped her lacy panties apart.

But something kept going haywire with the fantasy. Frankie sighed again, louder this time, as she acknowledged what it was. The actor’s face kept changing into someone else’s.

Dammit! If only she could exorcise that demon. It had been more than ten years since she’d seen him in person. He’d certainly forgotten all about her by now.

Fucking Jake.

He’d become the benchmark against which all men needed to measure up. So far, none really had.

She might have been able to put him out of her mind, if he hadn’t become, well… famous.

But of course he had – she’d always known he would. There had always been something special, something extraordinary, about Jake. Even when they first met as kids – Frankie was no more than eight and Jake merely twelve – she knew he was destined for great things.

She idolized him at first, finding herself drawn to him whenever he was at their house, which turned out to be very often. Frankie loved her goofy, affectionate brothers, but Jake was always the one who picked her up when she took a spill on her bike, or helped her to dislodge a splinter or patch up a scraped knee. Jake never patronized her. He laughed at her jokes and always gave her the toys he won from the crane claw machine game in the lobby at the movie theater. (She still had every one, they sat in a place of honor on a shelf in her apartment even now.)

And it was Jake who taught her to love music. The fact that she was a singer now was due almost entirely to his influence. At first, she feigned an interest in music as an excuse to spend more time with him, but the pretense very soon became a reality – and she found herself gripped in a passion that equaled his. He always swore that her natural instincts and musical taste were flawless.

Whether it was this shared obsession that changed the chemistry between them, or something more that drew them together, Frankie still could not say. But over time a different Çankaya travesti kind of bond developed between the pair. Her feelings shifted from a simple childish crush, to something more mature. She was mesmerized by his good looks, and awed by his natural grace and athleticism. He seemed mysteriously wise and was unfailingly kind. His sharp mind and laser-focused awareness sent chills through her. But it was the music inside him that truly captured her heart. She felt it vibrating through her.

And then she noticed that the fascination seemed to become mutual. By the time Frankie was reaching her teens, though Jake was some four years older, he’d seek her out as often as she did him. At least that is how she remembered it. The hours they’d spent by the piano discussing his early compositions were precious memories. He seemed to really value and respect her opinions. She had never felt so alive, or so filled with purpose. He’d become the center of her little world, and Frankie was sure that he felt something other than brotherly affection for her.

There were magical moments when Jake would grow still, and his gorgeous eyes would fix on hers. The sound of her beating heart seemed deafening. Though completely inexperienced, she knew what her young body was trying to tell her. How she wanted for him to reach out; to touch her the way she wanted to be touched. To feel his lips on hers, insistent, loving.

But she never did.

Brutally, he disappeared from her life quite suddenly, before anything real ever happened between them. But the emotional damage was well and truly done. It was as if he’d ruined her for other men.

After Jake had gone, Frankie grieved for a long time. She spent hours listening to the Blues, crying in her room. Eventually, though, at the urging of her friends, she tried to become interested in other boys.

She dutifully went on double dates, went to the formals and the Prom, and even had a boyfriend for a while in college. It was her Sophomore year.

His name was James; he was a Senior, played the piano, was tall and dark haired, like Jake. That may be why she allowed him, after they’d been dating for almost two months, to take her virginity. She’d been drinking too much, and decided that it was time. Poor James tried his best to make it lovely, but all Frankie could remember was the pain, the blood, and the guilt and humiliation she felt afterward. While she enjoyed his company, and liked going out as a couple with their friends, she didn’t really want him the way he wanted her.

They continued to see each other for a few months, and they tried again a few times, but Frankie never really got comfortable enough to orgasm. When James graduated, they drifted apart. She didn’t mind. It was sort of a relief to not have to worry about someone’s expectations when she knew she didn’t have it in her to fulfill them. It made her feel like there was something wrong with her – like she was frigid.

Except that she wasn’t, because she’d often have incredible wet dreams and fantasies. Unfortunately, they’d all be about Jake.

She moved to New York City after graduation. Frankie went on dates from time to time when someone nice and attractive charmed her or was particularly persistent – but they all seemed to fall short. Their earnest attentions and kisses could be delightfully distracting, and sometimes that was enough for a little while.

Eventually, though, Frankie would find herself imagining their eyes a different color, wishing for a deeper, sexier voice, a more sculpted set of lips, a different, more graceful pair of hands. Above all, she sorely missed the music she’d felt inside – the music she’d felt when she had been with Jake.

She had an entire playlist of his romantic, haunting award-winning compositions on her smartphone. She carried it with her always. His music was full of wit, sensuality and melancholy, and Frankie felt as if she knew how he’d been feeling when he wrote each one. As a conductor, Jake teased astounding performances out of his orchestras. Violins wept, pianos sang in fervent or plaintive tones, percussion sections formed a beating heart, the woodwinds hummed with excitement or sighed with longing. The albums were great, and moved her to laugh and cry, but it wasn’t the same as being in the presence of the real thing.

So now, whenever she caught an actual glimpse – however distant – of the talented, incredibly handsome and accomplished man Jake had become, she was unable to stop herself from savoring each moment.

When she saw him featured in an industry magazine talking about his work; appearing on TV or YouTube passionately conducting some brilliant concert; or showing up, movie-star beautiful in his stylish formal wear at some broadcast awards show, she would be transfixed.

Sometimes Frankie read or heard things he said that reminded her of long-ago conversations, and foolishly allowed herself to fancy for a moment that he was Dikmen travesti somehow talking to her, composing for her, playing for her, as he had when they were young. She wondered if he ever thought about her.

But then she’d mentally shake herself for being silly, and try to focus on reality. It was absurd to delude herself that Jake still remembered some flat-chested, infatuated little girl he knew more than a decade ago.

Yeah, as if. Wasn’t he dating some famous model or other? Tragic.

But like a junkie desperate for a fix, whenever she was able, she’d cut out stories about him or download his clips and videos. Like some pathetic, love sick loser, her willpower would break and she’d climb eagerly into bed, madly touching herself as she fantasized about looking into those piercing blue eyes, kissing those perfectly carved lips, feeling those talented hands all over her body.

He’d say her name in his deep velvet voice, locked in each other’s gaze, like when they were just teenagers. Jake would finally tell Frankie that he loved her, and only her, all along. This time, they would act on all of those feelings – their bodies would cleave to one another – fitting together like pieces of a puzzle.

Jake would crush her to him, and she’d have to stand on tiptoes to reach him. His hard body would be unyielding as his straining erection would grind insistently into her pussy through their clothes. She’d hear him growl deep in his throat as his lips slammed down on hers in a fierce kiss, demanding nothing short of her complete surrender. One of his dexterous, strong hands would cup her petite heart-shaped ass, holding her lower body tight to his as the other hand cradled her head to prevent her from escaping. His tongue would plunge deeply into her mouth with a promise of how he’d soon be penetrating her –

Her hands were again working frantically – two fingers sliding roughly in and out of her dripping tunnel as the other rubbed slick circles around her hard little pearl. She exploded- the reverberating waves causing her slender frame to shudder convulsively. Frankie saw flashes of light behind her eyelids and cried the name of her first love into the night as she came again – this time violently. This was the release she’d been craving. At last.

As her body slowly recovered, she laughed almost bitterly at herself. After all this time, the thought of him was the only thing that could bring her to this kind of climax; he was the only one she…

Frankie couldn’t finish that thought.

Fatigue finally taking hold, she pushed down the hem of her nightie and reached for the sheet, pulling it back up over her cooling skin. As she turned to her right side, shaping the pillow to fit comfortably to her neck and head, a single tear ran from the corner of her eye to leave a little wet spot on the crisp white case.

Just before she drifted off to sleep, she murmured “Fucking Jake…” once more. She sighed contentedly this time, finally sated.

***

“PRELUDE”

[A short piece of music preceding a more substantial work, or an introduction too brief to be called an overture.]

Frankie’s real name was Francesca, but only her mom called her that. By the time she was in elementary school she insisted people call her by the more masculine nickname, because the sound of “Fran” or “Franny” always made her feel ill.

Besides, she was all tomboy… well, on the inside, at least. Being surrounded by two older and one younger brother pretty much guaranteed that would be the case, even if she hadn’t been so inclined to begin with. But who can tell with such things how much is nature and how much is nurture?

Everyone said their father was a dead ringer for Jon Voight. Unfortunately, he was also a first-class abusive jerk who split a year after her little brother Joey was born – when Frankie was four years old. So their mom, Alice, had to work for a living. That meant she didn’t have the time to assert her feminine influence during her daughter’s formative years. Frankie ran around with her brothers and their friends, clad in sneakers, beat up hand-me-down blue jeans and tee shirts while the other little girls in the neighborhood wore dresses and ribbons in their hair. She collected frogs and turtles the way the other girls collected Barbie dolls.

Boyish though she was, she never allowed anyone to cut her long, white-blond hair. That was the one female vanity she’d retained – though on most days it was confined to a single plait or a pair of flaxen braids that fell all the way down her back.

By the time Frankie was in middle school, Alice despaired she’d never become interested in the usual dresses, dances and boy-watching that preoccupied her peers. While loving her only daughter’s independent spirit, she would have also liked it if Frankie had a few friends who were girls. She worried that her daughter might end up being one of the tough-talking, undisciplined townies that were Eryaman travesti so plentiful in her blue collar Massachusetts neighborhood.

It crossed her mind briefly that Frankie may not actually “like” boys – but as she started paying closer attention, she saw that her daughter seemed to get nervous and excited around Jake, a particularly handsome friend of her eldest son, Bobby.

Jake was tall and lanky, with hair so dark it was nearly black. He looked keenly at the world through stunning, ice blue eyes. He was what people call an “old soul”. An only child in another single mother household, he was a precocious boy, wise beyond his years, and was a genuine musical prodigy. Jake practically lived at her house, becoming a sort of adopted member of the family.

Alice had an old upright piano that her parents had given her. It took a place of honor in their well-worn little living room. None of her children ever learned to play it. But Jake, who spent hours at their house every day, divided his time between hanging with her kids and pounding away on that piano. He actually learned to play and tune it himself, and Alice became aware over time that the music drifting from the living room started off as childlike songs, but ended up being Joplin, Gershwin and Thelonious Monk, and then later Rachmaninoff, Satie and Glass.

And soon, she started hearing music that she’d never heard before – a sound that was very original.

She also noticed that Frankie developed a love for music, too, particularly Blues and Jazz. Music seemed to establish a bond between Jake and her only daughter. Frankie would sit on the floor, eyes closed, her back to the piano, while Jake played and talked to her about the composers and musicians he loved. The other boys would be out playing stickball or riding their bikes around the neighborhood, while Jake and Frankie stayed in, rain or shine, huddling around old sheet music scattered across the living room rug.

Alice knew better than to worry about anything untoward going on. She would have trusted Jake with her life. She still, however, arranged regular little interruptions. Because though she trusted Jake, she didn’t entirely trust male hormones – or female ones, to be honest. These were the days during which Frankie started to blossom into womanhood before their very eyes.

Soon, her little girl was spending half her allowance on old LPs of great singers. Frankie would hole up for hours in her room listening to Billie Holliday, Etta James and Nina Simone. These legendary divas succeeded where so many others had failed before. They turned Frankie into a lady.

The transformation was remarkable. Suddenly, gone were her cut off shorts and scraped knees, and in their place were lovely, thrift store vintage dresses and the whiff of cologne.

Her brothers mercilessly teased her, uncomfortable to suddenly realize they had a sister in their midst. It was as though she’d somehow betrayed them. Frankie simply ignored them, their taunts beneath her notice, but it didn’t make any difference. Alice was concerned that she’d have to intervene at some point if the boys didn’t stop tormenting her.

One day in late August, while she was making dinner, Alice heard an ungodly commotion and a couple of screams that drew her running from the kitchen to their postage stamp-sized front yard.

She saw an enraged Jake, fists still clenching at his sides, standing over Bobby, who was flat on his back in the patchy grass, cradling a bloodied nose with mud-stained hands. Joey and her second-oldest, Brian, whose hands were likewise caked with mud, were staring wide-eyed at the scene, the garden hose making a puddle at their feet. Frankie stood apart from them by the front gate, her rose-printed dress was dripping wet and torn; mud was splattered on her cheek and along the bodice of her frock. Unlike the others, her tear filled eyes were locked on Jake with a look akin to hero worship.

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to work out what had been going on. Alice gently sent Jake home to cool off, suggested Frankie go clean up and change clothes, and made the other three boys come sit with her in the kitchen while she tended to Bobby’s nose and gave them a piece of her mind.

Alice never yelled. But the cold fury in her voice was enough to make her sons cower. She talked for a long while about concepts like honor, respect, and what it meant to be a man. Her sons were grave and quiet, ashamed and genuinely sorry. They truly did love their sister. They answered honestly, describing with regret what they originally intended to be a goofy prank to spray her with the hose, but ended up getting out of hand. The three boys were assured that they would all be on dishwashing, housework and lawn duty for the foreseeable future.

Bobby, though smarting over being bloodied and bested by Jake, was miserable that he’d disappointed one of his close friends, not to mention his kid sister. Her eldest son admitted that Jake, despite punching him in the nose, behaved more nobly than he had. Alice was relieved to hear that her words were not falling on deaf ears.

Two things never happened again after that night: The boys never teased Frankie, and Jake never came back to the house.

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From the author: Welcome to my story! This is my first attempt at writing erotica, so I would love any feedback or comments you may have. Please enjoy!

As we drove through upstate New York on our way to Maine, I looked over at my wife, Julie, asleep in the passenger seat. I couldn’t help but think to myself how beautiful she is and how lucky I am to have her. Sexy and erotic are more appropriate ways to describe her, but she has never quite been comfortable with thinking of herself in that way. She exudes sex with her large full breasts and toned ass that can make any passerby do a double take, though it’s too bad they are rarely on display.

One year prior to our trip we married in a large wedding with our friends and family in rural Michigan. As she walked down the aisle looking drop dead gorgeous, I couldn’t help but think of how lucky I was to be spending the rest of my life with her. As a side thought, I couldn’t help but notice how amazing her 34 DD cup breasts looked in all of their cleavage filled glory in a dress that was trying its hardest to contain them. There were numerous comments made to me throughout the wedding about those in particular. “Where did those come from?”, “How has she been hiding those?” and my personal favorite from a rather intoxicated female friend, “God damn, I want to motorboat the shit out of those!”

The wedding was absolutely amazing, and a few days later we left for our honeymoon to Southeast Asia to enjoy the fun and sun in the private pools and villas that I had booked for us in the year leading up to our nuptials. Since we were going to be in private I took a chance and bought her some sexy bikinis that would make anyone drool. One was an incredibly sexy g-string made of a sheer blue material that left nothing to the imagination, and the other a more conservative (relatively speaking) solid number that showed off her shapely ass and accentuated her figure.

When presented with these, I could tell that she wasn’t a huge fan, though she was interested in wearing them, if only for me. “John, you really want me to wear these? What if someone sees me in this? They’ll see absolutely everything!” Little did she know, that was exactly my plan.

22 hours and three flights later, we reached our final destination which was an island off the coast of Thailand. We checked in and after being handed our welcome drinks and disposing of the formalities, we arrived at our private villa complete with a large infinity pool and a view overlooking the bay below that was to die for. I suggested, “Ready for a dip? I can’t wait to see you in one of those bikinis I got you!”

She looked at me and rolled her eyes, and then a look on her face emerged that said “I fucked up but I’m too tired to care.” I knew what had happened at that moment, and she responded with a matter of fact “I totally forgot to pack those, they are still in the drawer at home.” Accident? Purposeful? The world may never know.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. I got to spend two weeks in one of the most beautiful places on earth with my loving bride, and there was more than enough sex to go around. It was a trip I will never forget, and any future jaunts to the other side of the world won’t be able to compare. Still though, no sexy bikinis, and no being able to show her off as the goddess she is.

All of this played through my mind as I continued the drive in the early hours of the morning. The sun began to break, and my loving wife stirred and rolled in her seat. Her eyes opened and she blinked rapidly Osmanbey travesti a few times as she held her hand up to act as a visor for the rising sun.

“Where are we?” She asked, clearly still out of it from the few hours of sleep she had in the seat of our SUV.

“Still have about 6 hours to go until we make it to Bass Harbor.”

“Ugh. I’m going back to sleep.”

She then reached behind her and grabbed a hat from the backseat, placing it upon her head. The sun was still blinding so she pulled it down to cover her eyes and I couldn’t help but smile as she nodded back off. Was I smiling because she was so beautiful in the fresh morning sun? Yes. Was I also smiling because I had a secret that that would be uncovered in a few short hours? Also yes.

Later on that afternoon we pulled into our rental house in Bass Harbor. The cooler air and beautiful surroundings were a nice change or pace from our urban lifestyle in the Midwest. We unpacked the car and headed inside to put our bags down and enjoy a peaceful and relaxing evening before we began to explore the following morning.

“What do you think? Not a bad way to spend our anniversary?” I asked as we lay down in our bed, looking out the window in our bedroom overlooking the bay.

“This is exactly what I needed. With COVID and everything else that has happened this year, I just needed to get away and relax. The only thing that could make this any better is if Gunner (our loveable mutt) was here to enjoy it with us.”

She sank into my arms as we sat there looking out as the last shimmers of daylight fleeing into the horizon. Both of us were extremely tired, and she soon rolled over and headed to her bag so she could grab her toothbrush and sleep attire. She rummaged around and pulled out a loose fitting T-shirt and pair of old workout shorts that she typically wears to bed.

I watched as she stripped her jeans from her legs and couldn’t help but think of how lucky I was. Her black bikini underwear soon followed suit as I watched her slide her thumbs into the waistband as she bent forward, revealing her tanned ass and a glimpse of her bald lips as they appeared from below. She grabbed her shirt and pulled it over her head, and reached behind her to unhook her plain bra.

“God damn Jules…” I mumbled, as I looked lustily upon her nude form.

She turned and looked, exposing her hard nipples that had chilled in the coastal breeze that was cooling us down, but also heating me up. “Oh stop it. Why do you always have to stare?” She quipped, asking a question that I had been asked a hundred times before.

“Well, because I’m pretty damn lucky.” Not my typical response, but I figured I would see where it went.

“And why do you think you are so lucky? Is it because of these?” She said, as she reached up and cupped her breasts into her hand before releasing them. Next she placed her hands on her hips to stand there matter-of-factly, waiting on my response.

“Yes. You know I’m in love with you, and I’m also in love with your tits. God you are fucking sexy. Maybe you should come over here and give me a kiss?”

Her left eyebrow raised, and she walked over to my side of the bed. Our lips approached, and she leaned in to what I thought was going to be a seductive kiss. Well, I was wrong… just a quick peck on the lips and then she was off to the bathroom.

“Damn it…” I thought to myself. I was sure I was going to get some tonight, but maybe that would have to wait until tomorrow. After all, I was pretty tired Ayrancı travesti from a long day on the road. I stripped my clothes and let them fall next to me on the floor as I lay there on top of the covers in my underwear.

She emerged from the bathroom, and without saying a word, she turned off the lights. I watched her naked silhouetted body approach me from the other side of the room, and to my surprise, she crawled up the bed and lay on top of me, planting her lips on mine.

We kissed passionately as I let my hands explore her body. I slid them down until they were resting on her hips, and then they wandered around to kneed her tight ass as she bit my lip, gently pulling it towards her.

“That’s so fucking sexy babe. I love it when you do that.” I exclaimed, feeling my cock begin to stir inside of my boxer briefs.

“Oh yeah, do you like that?” She knowingly asked.

I leaned forward and grabbed her gently by the back of her head, pulling her towards me. Then, we both opened our mouths so our tongues could intertwine. I then finally replied to her question, “You fucking know I do.”

We sat there looking into each other’s eyes, and in hers I saw nothing but lust. She aggressively pushed me back down and leaned in to kiss me again as my hands found her breasts and locked on. I massaged them and used my fingers to gently tweak her nipples.

This caused a moan to emerge from her body and into my mouth as we continued to kiss. She took this opportunity to make her way from my mouth to my neck as I felt her hands wander south. The path continued downward and she began to kiss and suck on my nipples, biting them lightly before the trail of kisses continued down to my stomach and then to the top of my boxer briefs.

I watched as her hands were massaging my hard cock through my boxer briefs, and she locked eyes with me as asked lustily said, “What do you want me to do?”

“You know exactly what I want you to do babe. I’m so fucking hard right now.”

She kept her eyes locked on mine and responded, “You need to tell me exactly what you want me to do John, I’m not doing anything until you tell me.” Like she didn’t know. She gave the most amazing blowjob in the world, but it wasn’t always something she was willing to give out.

If she was going to play this game, I was going to give her exactly what she wanted. “I want you to suck my cock. I want you to suck my cock and I want you to swallow every single drop of my cum.”

Looking at me with a smile on her face, she grabbed my boxer briefs as I lifted my ass, and soon they were laying with the rest of my clothes on the floor. Before I even had time to say anything, she enveloped my thick intact cock with her hot mouth, and my body involuntarily shuttered. She went up and down with her mouth, slowly tasting every inch of me before she released my cock from her mouth, making a loud “Pop” as her lips broke the seal. “Is this what you want baby?” She asked.

Instead of responding, I grabbed her head and forced her back down as she opened wide to take me back into her mouth. I felt her hand working my foreskin up and down as her tongue swirled around my unprotected head. She again broke her mouth away and licked up my shaft, starting at my balls and working her way up until she reached the top of my foreskin.

Sliding further up, she placed my rigid pole between her heaving globes and squeezed them together around it. The combination of her saliva, my precum, and the natural action of my foreskin all worked together Cebeci travesti to form our lube as she worked her breasts up and down on my shaft. I joined her motion and thrust upward to increase my pleasure.

My eyes were closed as I focused on the sensations I was feeling; her nipples brushing up and down my pelvic area, my foreskin sliding up and down over the head of my cock, and the pressure her bosom was applying to me. As we continued our motion, my eyes shot open and my head threw back as I felt her warm and wet mouth once again envelop me.

“God that feels good Jules, please don’t stop sucking me.” I said as I continued to look down, watching her lips work their magic on me.

She responded with a guttural sound, acknowledging the fact that she wasn’t going to stop until the job was finished. She positioned herself on her hands and knees, giving me the perfect view to watch her large breasts sway back and forth as she aggressively took me into her mouth as far as she could with each thrust of her head.

I could feel my orgasm quickly approaching. My hands ran through her hair as she kept up her assault on my cock, and I soon was grasping the back of her head and moving her head up and down at my will. There was no stopping me at this point as I felt my balls tighten and my body tense.

“Baby, I’m going to cummmmm!” I exclaimed, gripping the sheets next to me as her eyes locked onto mine. Then it happened; I let loose a streaming load of hot cum into her mouth that had been building for weeks. Shot after shot unloaded into her mouth as she attempted to swallow every drop, but she couldn’t keep up with the amount of cum that had been built up in me. it began running down her chin and onto my stomach as her mouth had reached capacity. I couldn’t help but watch and think of how sexy she looked, swallowing my seed and her face dripping with my cum.

She grinned devilishly at me, licked the remaining cum from her lips, and said, “Mmmm John, that was so much cum. I can’t let you fill up like that again, I almost drowned!”

“Hahaha, babe, holy fuck that was hot. Bar none the best blowjob of my life.” I said, still attempting to catch my breath after emptying my loins inside her mouth.

“I know you like it babe, and I love knowing how it makes you feel.” She replied.

I couldn’t really say anything at this point; I was euphoric as I gazed upon my beautiful wife, naked and shimmering in the light from the boats in the bay beside us.

She then added “You think that was hot? Wait until you see what I have in mind for later in the week.”

Leaning forward, she licked the remaining puddle of cum off of me that escaped her mouth. And just in case, proceeded to grab my deflating cock and pull back my foreskin, checking for any that was left. After I was good and clean with no more to be had, she moved her way up my body and planted the most passionate kiss I’ve ever received on my waiting lips, forcing me to taste the remnants of my cum that was still fresh in her mouth. Our tongues mingled as I ran my hand down to feel her dripping wet pussy, sliding effortlessly across her clit and then quickly working two fingers inside.

Unfortunately my advance was thwarted as her hand grasped my wrist and pulled it away from her wet pussy and towards her mouth. I looked on as she opened her mouth and licked my fingers clean of her own juices, before she stayed “Tonight was about you and tomorrow is about me. I’ll get everything I need out of you this week and then some. I love you babe.”

“God I love you more, Julie.”I said, though I was curious as to what else she had in mind. I guess I’ll see how she feels about that tomorrow when she realizes I replaced her swimsuits with ones I bought her for our honeymoon…

To be continued in Chapter 2.

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It was early summer and a bunch of us had gone to the beach. We weren’t there as acknowledged pairs, just a bunch of us hanging out together. Except for Jan and Ian – they were definitely a pair. We just let them get on with it and enjoyed ourselves.

Just after lunch I noticed that someone had put up a tent. It wasn’t right in the middle of the crowd but off to the side a fair bit. A polite piece of locating, in my opinion, because it was quite a large tent. It looked to be about ten foot high and fifteen feet wide. I assumed it was probably fifteen feet deep as well. Effectively a reasonable sized room.

There’s no camping permitted on the beach so whoever owned it was going to have to take it down in the evening. It seemed to be a waste of time putting up something like that for just a few hours. Still, it takes all types. I dismissed the matter from my mind.

The matter of the tent came up again when I went for a short stroll. My brother collects seashells and I ambled down the beach to see if I could see any that he’d like. Heading back towards where our group was roughly located I reached the tent. There were a couple of guys hanging around the front of it, reclining on beach-chairs.

They smiled and waved and they seemed respectable enough so I stopped to talk for a moment. My natural curiosity demanded it.

“Hi,” I said. “I was just wondering, why the tent? It’s not as though you can camp here and it seems a bit much for an afternoon at the beach.

“The girl has a point,” said one of the boys. “Why did we bring the tent, Brian?”

“Ah, I believe it was because you thought it would be a good idea,” Brian promptly told him.

“Oh, that’s right. I thought it would be a good idea. Um, why did I think it would be a good idea, Brian?”

“Now Charlie, how the hell would I know? No-one knows how your little mind works. If it works, which I have reason to doubt at times.”

“I guess I’ll remember sooner or later,” said Charlie. “I’m sure I had a good reason for it.”

Charlie turned to address me directly.

“Ah, I’m Charlie and he’s Brian. We’re the proud owners of a super tent which we have pitched here for no known reason. Would you like to see inside it?”

“I’d sort of gathered that your names are Brian and Charlie,” I admitted. “I’m Iris. I wouldn’t mind seeing inside the tent. Why so big?”

“We like room to move around. Little tents don’t provide that,” said Brian, getting up from his beach-chair. He swung open the tent flap and ushered me in with a grandiloquent flourish.

I walked in and it was a case of, WOW. They had a couple of large blankets on the ground so you had something soft to lie on. You ever seen those mink blankets? They’re big and thick and soft and fluffy. That’s the sort of blankets they had. They also had a bunch of cushions scattered around. Off to the side was a rather large esky, presumably filled with various consumables. There was a sun roof that was partly rolled back, giving plenty of natural light.

“Wow,” I said to the guys. “This is quite something.”

“That it is,” said Charlie. “It looks good, especially with you standing in it. Actually, I think it would look a lot better with you standing in it without your bikini. Why don’t you take it off?”

One, two, three, red light. I was so out of here. Then I noticed that the boys were standing between me and the exit. A quick glance around showed that there was a back-flap but it was zipped and tied. If I made a move towards it the boys would be on me so fast. Another quick look around, concentrating on the bottom of the tent, seeing if there was a place I could duck under. No dice.

I was starting to feel a little panicky. Maybe if I screamed? Would anyone hear? The tent wasn’t exactly pitched close to the crowd. And they had a radio playing. They could turn it up loud and drown me out. Bloody hell. What did I do now? Try and fight my way past them? The two men suddenly looked awfully big and strong.

“Geez, you’re an idiot, Charlie,” said Brian. “You’ve gone and scared Iris. Listen, he didn’t mean anything offensive by that. It’s just that he tends to speak his mind at times without thinking things through.”

“The hell, you say. I think things through. Look at the woman. She’s lovely. Wouldn’t you like to see her naked?”

“Of course, but you don’t just tell a woman something like that. If you want her to take her clothes off you lead up to it gently, giving her reasons for doing so. The way you approached it she probably thinks you’re going to rape her.”

Now why would I think that just because they’d got me alone and asked me to take off my clothes?

“Oh. Sorry, Iris. I didn’t mean to scare you and I have zero intent on raping you. Not going to do it, I assure you. Neither is Brian. He wouldn’t rape Şişli travesti you either. Scout’s honour. I was just thinking that you’re lovely and I’d love to see you without the bikini. I was fancying you standing there with little white triangles highlighting all the interesting places. But rape, no way.”

Apparently Charlie decided he might be insulting me by saying he wouldn’t rape me, which was quite a relief, actually. My panic zone had diminished somewhat.

“Ah, listen, when I say that we wouldn’t rape you, that’s not to say that you’re not a very desirable young woman. You are. I’d love to fuck you, but only if you were agreeable. Ask Brian. He’ll tell you the same thing.”

I was starting to have serious doubts about Charlie’s mental facilities. I looked at Brian, and he was doing a face-palm. I could understand that.

“Charlie,” Brian said, “you don’t just tell a woman to her face that you want to fuck her. It just doesn’t work that way.”

“Why not? How’s she supposed to know if you don’t tell her? Are you saying that you don’t want to fuck her?”

“No, I’m not saying that. But there are ways of approaching the subject that are a lot more subtle.”

Brian had eased away from the front flap, pushing Charlie along with him, indicating that I had a clear path if I wanted to run for it. Perversely, now that I had an escape route I decided to hang around a bit longer.

“So if you’re not saying you don’t want to fuck her you’re actually saying that you do want to fuck her,” said Charlie triumphantly. “That’s all that I said and in a lot less words than you.”

Brian gave me a sheepish grin and didn’t seem to know what to say. I was trying hard not to giggle.

“Anyway, why can’t I ask her to take her bikini off? You want to see her naked just as much as I do. She’s a nice girl. She’ll probably do it if we both ask nicely.”

I would? That was news to me. The thought of suddenly being naked in front of them was oddly exhilarating. Still, it wouldn’t be safe.

“Iris, could you please do me a favour and just take off your top?” Brian asked me. “Charlie and I will sit down on the cushions so you’ll be safe enough.” He nodded to indicate the proximity of the flap.

To my surprise I was seriously considering it. I mean, some of my friends often go topless when they’re sunbathing and don’t seem to worry if someone should see them. What would it be like to flaunt a little? I had good breasts and I didn’t need the bra to hold them in position.

While I was thinking (or losing my mind) Brian made Charlie sit on the cushions and did so himself. Both the men were looking at me expectantly. I looked at the flap to the tent and could see myself running through it.

Then I blushed and unhooked my top and lifted it over my head, holding my head high, knowing my breasts were displayed very nicely.

Charlie was looking stunned while Brian was smiling gently and making clapping motions to indicate his approval.

I went to put the top back on but Brian spoke up.

“Ah, Iris, before you put that back on, do me a favour. The bottoms.”

I blushed at that. He wanted to see me naked? Well, yes, I already knew that. I’d felt a little excited when I took off the top, knowing that they were looking and liking. But the bottoms? Squirmy tendrils of heat were running through me. Decision time.

I swallowed nervously and dropped the top on the ground. Then turning away from them slightly I dropped the bottoms.

“Face me, please, Iris,” came the soft request and I nervously turned to face them, keeping my hands by my side with a major effort.

“Nudity fits the body, graceful as a glove;

fashions only obscure our perfect frame of love.”

I stared at Charlie stunned when he cited poetry at me in praise of my nudity. He was looking at me with sincere admiration. So was Brian, for that matter. I could practically feel his eyes touching me.

“Iris, my angel of love,” said Charlie, “I want you to lie down on the blankets. We are going to make love to you.”

With that both the guys stood up and dropped their pants and stood facing me, just as naked as I was, but with their nudity standing out in a way mine never would.

I was shaking my head, reaching down to pick up my bikini, trying not to look at the men and their erections. Somehow I knew they wouldn’t stop me if I put my bikini back on. My eyes accidentally flickered over to them and I gulped nervously. Charlie was bad enough, his cock sticking up long and hard but, and this is only a guess, just an average size. Brian, on the other hand, was anything but average. My knowledge of sizes of shapes is limited but I knew enough to assess Brian as being worth two of Charlie. Solids are funny that way. You only need to be a little longer, Taksim travesti a little thicker, and you’ve got a lot more mass.

Oh my god. They both wanted to take me. I wasn’t a virgin but I wasn’t all that experienced, and I’d never been with two guys at once. I’d never even imagined being with two guys. I just wasn’t the adventurous type. So why was I lying flat on my back instead of pulling on my bikini and running?

I wanted to say very loudly and clearly that I’d changed my mind. I wanted to ignore that thrill of terrible anticipation that was running through me. The idea of doing this couldn’t be arousing and stimulating me. I did NOT want to lie there, flat on my back, watching Charlie move towards me with lusty intent. But that’s what I was doing.

Hell’s bells. He didn’t even have to part my legs before settling between them. They were already parted, waiting and expecting him. I called myself a very rude name but watched him settling between my thighs.

Charlie started brushing his cock against me, stroking along my slit. That was the extent of his foreplay. For god’s sake he didn’t need to do anything else. I was hot and wet and horny and wanting him. He loomed over me, just his cock making contact with me, and then he started pushing into me.

“That’s the idea,” he said softly. “Watch it as it takes you. Feel it slide into you and see how it vanishes as it penetrates you.”

I was watching and feeling and pushing up to meet him. He simply drilled in with one long push, and I could feel him deep inside. His hands came up to rub against my breasts and then he was lying on top of me, crushing me under him, his hands still clutching my breasts.

I was looking down the length of his back and I saw his bottom rise up, feeling his cock pulling back at the same time, then his bottom was sinking again and his cock was moving back into me.

For some reason I’d never been in a position where I could see a man’s bottom bouncing up and down as he took me. Previous encounters seemed to happen at night and I found I’d missed part of the experience. There was something erotic about watching his bottom bouncing around as he took me. He had a nice firm bottom, quite shapely, and he was using it to drive fiercely into me, taking his pleasure and giving it.

I wasn’t just lying there, mind you. When he came pushing in I was lifting my hips and pushing up to meet him. He was moving hard and fast and I was doing the same, letting the pleasure of his cock thrust into me, eager to take it and wanting more.

Crazy thoughts you have at the most inappropriate times. Here I was, a man’s cock buried deep inside me, his bottom doing an amazing yo-yo act as he bounced up and down, and what do I think? Thank god for the mink blankets. I’d be getting a terrible gravel rash if I was lying on the sand.

After a while I lost sight of Charlie’s bouncing bottom. My legs came and wrapped around him, flexing to pull him in deeper, with me wanting more and more of what was happening. I was aroused and excited and needy. What Charlie was doing was fantastic, and I was almost screaming with excitement, and I was wanting more? Was I greedy or what?

I didn’t care what I was. I was pleading with him, demanding he do something extra. He raised himself a little, looking down at me, grinning at me.

“More?” he asked in a soft little voice. “OK.”

Oh my god, he just seemed to double the pace. I was gasping, urging him on, then he was letting loose inside me and I was climaxing, losing contact with reality.

I was vaguely aware of Charlie moving off me and I came a little more aware of something damp and cool wiping me down. Someone was running a wet cloth over me and it felt wonderful. I came a lot more aware of what was going on when that damn cloth started wiping my pussy.

I was like, hey, what, and trying to sit up and Brian was smiling at me and helping me sit. Or so I thought. As soon as I was sitting up he was rolling me over, coaxing me onto my hands and knees. The next thing I know it was head down, bottom up, and Brian is behind me and I’m remembering that he wanted to take me as well.

That wasn’t all I was remembering. I was remembering the comparative sizes of two cocks and that second cock had been rather on the large side. Suddenly the thought of having sex with two men wasn’t nearly as adventurous and exciting as it had seemed. Thinking of Brian’s equipment it was suddenly terrifying.

“Ah, wait a minute,” I said quickly, turning my head and trying to see if Brian was kneeling behind me.

“No,” came the laughing reply and with that Brian was trying to push a baseball bat up me. Bat hell. His knob felt the size of an actual baseball, and it was making its way in, being driven into position by an enormous Gümüşsuyu travesti shaft.

I was telling myself, no, no. I saw it. It was a little larger than Charlie’s but it isn’t that large. I can handle it.

Trouble was, my passage was screaming, I didn’t see it but I’m feeling it. It’s enormous. How am I supposed to handle that?

Brian’s hands were on my hips, holding me steady, and he was still coming in. His cock was slipping and sliding and going deeper with every passing second. I was going, “Oh my god,” repeatedly, in a voice that was going higher and higher as he stretched me and took me, sinking that pet monster of his into me.

His groin was suddenly banging against me and his hands were snaking forward to cover my breasts. He started gently massaging my breasts, teasing my nipples, while I crouched there, stuffed full of cock.

“There, you see,” he said quietly. “It fits with no trouble whatsoever.”

That’s what he thought. I felt as though I was going to burst.

“Now we’ll take it slow to start with so you can adjust to what’s happening.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” I said quickly, knowing damn well that if he started moving I was going to split down the centre.

Did he wait? Did he hell – he just pulled slowly back, not very far, and then returned, and oh my goodness, the things that dragging sensation did inside me. His cock was everywhere, touching me in places I don’t think I’ve ever been touched, and he was still moving, pulling back, not very far, and returning.

Now I was really going, “Oh my god,” with great sincerity. I wanted to tell him to stop but was too afraid to. What if he did? Talk about being in two minds. I didn’t want this but now that he was in me I felt I had to see what would happen.

After a few moments I found he was pulling right back before pushing home, and all my nerves were sitting up and paying attention. I’ve changed my mind, my passage sang out to me. Tell him to pull his finger out and start some real action.

Who needed to tell him? Slowly but surely he was increasing the force of his thrusts. Still pulling out relatively slowly but now driving home with a lot more determination. I was moving with him. This time my bottom was doing the bouncing as I pushed back against him, taking him deep. Really deep.

Finally he was in full cry, banging away high, wide, and handsome. His hands were clutching my breasts, squeezing them when he drove in, relaxing his grip as he pulled out. I knew why he was clutching my breasts. It was to hold me in place because if he didn’t do that he was hitting me hard enough to send me bouncing around the tent.

My earlier exercise with Charlie had got me all worked up and the time between wasn’t really long enough for my sensitized flesh to relax. Brian had got me all aroused and eager before I fully knew it, but I knew it now and was bouncing under him eagerly, knowing I was going to climax quickly.

I should have climaxed quickly. After all, I was all worked up, wasn’t I? So why was I still squirming about on Brian’s cock, begging for release? He was driving into me quite ferociously, but for some reason he would pause for a second between each thrust. I wasn’t getting the steady accumulation of feeling. The rotten swine was doing it deliberately, holding me at the point where I wasn’t quite ready to climax.

I was twisting and squirming and bouncing under him, being slowly driven out of my tiny mind, and Brian was enjoying himself, taking sadistic pleasure in my pleas, I was certain.

Time seemed to be stretching, going on and on, and I was nearly screaming. Finally Brian decided that it was time and with absolutely no warning he was playing his end game, boffing me so hard that I had no chance. I climaxed again, and I’m prepared to swear that I passed out under the pleasure.

Maybe not. I was aware of him withdrawing and I was aware of him wiping me down again. (The act of a gentleman.) I just lay sprawled for a few minutes, finally sitting up and looking around. Apart from me the tent was empty. I hurriedly put on my bikini and stepped out.

Charlie and Brian were back in their beach-chairs, cold drinks in their hands. Both of them looked very relaxed and cheerful. I have to admit that I was feeling rather relaxed, almost comatose in fact.

I looked at them and I didn’t have the faintest idea what to say. They looked back at me and Brian asked if I’d like a drink. I could grab one from the chest in the tent.

I looked at the tent, the scene of my fall from grace. Then I looked at Brian and Charlie. My mind promptly painted a little scenario. Me going back into the tent to get a drink. Me bending over the chest to select my drink. Charlie or Brian or both of them standing behind me, pulling down my bikini pants, wanting seconds.

“Ah, no thanks,” I said quickly. “I have to get back to my friends.”

I hurried off but I couldn’t help overhearing Charlie’s comment.

“Now I remember why I wanted to bring the tent. It gives you that touch of privacy required at delicate times.”

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Gina was going to surprise her husband today when he came home from work. It was one thing that he had been hitting on her for three days now and she knew she needed the release, but she hadn’t had the time. So today, he was going to give Charles a taste of his own medicine. She headed out the door and got into her car. ‘Where to start?’ she thought. The first thing that came to her mind was the porn shop across town. So she backed the car out of the driveway and headed that way. On her way she kept thinking about what to buy though, but could not think of anything. As she pulled into the parking lot of the G-Spot, she noticed about three other cars parked there.

“Great, I have to look for something with other eyes watching me,” she said to herself. “Well, maybe they will have some ideas.”

As she walked into the store, she saw the clerk behind the counter who greeted her with a hello and two others shopping, one a man and the other a woman. They looked to be fairly young. She suddenly had an idea and approached the woman who had lovely long brown hair like hers. She looked at her locks as they hung down in front of her shoulders and over her breasts. She loved her hair. She lightly brushed it back with her hand and looked back to the vibrators and dildos contemplating what she wanted to do. She was so off in her thinking that she didn’t notice the other lady walk up to her.

“Good morning,” said the woman startling Gina. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“That’s alright,” Gina said. “I was just thinking about what I wanted to buy to surprise my husband,” she explained.

“What did you want to do?” she asked.

“I wanted to surprise him for once. To go beyond what I have done in the past,” explained Gina.

“The names Tracy,” the woman said. “It sounds to me that what you want to do is put a little spice into your marriage. Am I right?”

“Exactly, but how?” asked Gina.

Tracy looked over at the clerk behind the counter. “Hey George, the room available?” she asked.

George looked Cihangir travesti at his watch. It was still really early.

“Go for it Tracy. It’s all yours. Take your time,” he replied.

Gina was a little confused. She looked over at George and then to Tracy as if silently asking for some explanation. In response, Tracy just led her into a room in the back of the shop. It was a large room and had, to her surprise, a bed and a chair in the room. Tracy motioned for Gina to sit on the bed.

“Are you alright with this?” asked Tracy.

“With what?” asked Gina somewhat confused.

“I’m going to show you how to surprise your husband,” Tracy explained. “I’m going to show you how to make his world turn inside out, but you have to be frank with me. I’m going to do things to you sexually and in return, you should explore your inner self. You need to open your mind to what you need to do.”

Gina took a little bit to think that through then looked down at her blouse. She reached up to unbutton the top button but Tracy stopped her.

“Let me,” she started. Tracy reached up and slowly unbuttoned Gina’s blouse. Gina felt a tremor of excitement run through her body and could tell she was already wet. Tracy, reaching the last button, slowly took the blouse off of Gina’s shoulders and tossed it to the floor. Gina was wearing a black lace bra she had bought at Victoria’s Secret yesterday. Tracy raised an eyebrow.

“My, you were going to surprise him weren’t you?” Tracy teased as she reached around to Gina’s back and slowly undid her bra. As the bra fell away, it revealed two nicely shaped C-cup breasts. The nipples were already hard. Tracy reached up and cupped Gina’s chin with her hand, then brought he mouth up to hers and kissed her slowly at first, then easing her tongue into Gina’s mouth. Gina felt as if her world were exploding. Her body told her to keep going, and she did. She kissed Tracy back and their tongues began to intertwine as the passion took over. Gina ran her hands up and down Fındıkzade travesti Tracy’s body, finally starting to undo her blouse.

As the white blouse fell to the floor, Gina ran her hands over Tracy’s breasts before removing her silk red bra. Tracy moaned. Gina was acting on pure instinct now. As the bra fell away, Gina grabbed one of Tracy’s breasts and started sucking on the nipple. Gina was a natural. She reached down and undid Tracy’s pants and let them drop to the floor then bent down and slide her underpants off. She kissed and suckled Tracy’s legs before hitting home. As her mouth got closer to Tracy’s vagina, she let out a moan.

“Oh yeah baby girl!” she cried. “Fuck me Gina!” And Gina did. She flicked her tongue on Tracy’s pussy lips and sucked on her juices. She reached her hand up and stuck two of her fingers into Tracy’s vagina and listened to Tracy as she went further into her orgasm.

“OH God Yes!” Tracy exclaimed. “Oh fuck yeah baby!” Tracy squeezed her legs together holding Gina’s head between hers to get her to stop. She had reached her climax and could go no further. As the orgasm subsided, she let her legs relax. Gina reached down to feel herself. God she was wet. As Tracy sat up, Gina began to strip the rest of her clothes off. Tracy reached out and toyed with Gina’s clit for a little bit teasing her. Then she inserted two fingers into her vagina and rubbed the top of it to release some much needed sensations in this surprising woman.

“Come here big girl,” ordered Tracy. Gina stepped forward and Tracy took Gina by the shoulders, turned her around, and shoved her back onto the bed. As Gina lie there naked, she had a hundred thoughts going through her head. What was she going to tell her husband, Charles, about this? She started forming a plan around that idea.

“Tracy, I have a request,” Gina started. “Are you up for a threesome?”

Tracy raised an eyebrow. She like this woman. She was thinking on her feet and obviously liked what she was going through, but Fulya travesti a threesome was out of the question, for Brad was just outside the door listening in.

“I don’t think so,” answered Tracy as she watched Gina’s reaction. “I do however want to introduce you to my husband Brad.” After she said that, the door opened and in walked the perfect man Gina had ever seen. Six foot tall, blond hair, blue eyes…that combination is like gold it seems. “Brad, I’d like you to meet my new friend Gina.”

“Hello Gina,” said Brad in a baritone voice. “How about I show you how the real man fucks his lady?”

“Sure thing stud,” answered Gina. She had no idea what she was getting herself into. Brad came over and stroked his wife’s hair. Tracy moved over to sit down on the couch as Brad started taking off his shirt. His chest was something to die for. His pecks were like that of a body builder. As he took off his pants, Gina felt herself getting wet just anticipating his package. God, he was already hard and she could tell that she wasn’t going to be disappointed. He must have been seven, no, eight inches long. He reached his hand down and stroked her face, then knelt down and kissed her. God she was in heaven. That kiss turned into one of the best French kisses, their tongues vying for purchase on each others. Then he made his way slowly down her neck as he slid his hand down to gently massage her clit.

“Ohhh!” she cooed. “Oh that’s it honey. Give me your fingers. MMMmmm.”

As Brad slid two fingers into her vagina, she thought her world was turning upside down. The sensation running through her body was building. Then he bent down and starting licking her clit and oh how good that felt.

“Oh yeah! Oh baby, lick me. Oh fuck yeah!” she screamed. She was cumming. “Yeah! Yeah! Oh, give me your cock! Fuck me baby! Fuck me hard!”

He stood and rammed his rod into her hard. It felt so fucking good, she didn’t want it to end. Then Tracy hit her with a really good idea that she couldn’t resist.

“Gina, how about the three of us go to your place and give your husband a real surprise?” she teased. “It will be so much fun!”

“I can’t wait to see the look on Charles’ face,” replied Gina as she lie there in blissful peace. Good God that was great. Now it’s her turn to turn on her husband.

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“Hi honey,” she purred softly in his ear, “I’d love to give you a massage.” She ran her fingers through his hair, then gently down his face to his chest and right arm. He sighed. It was heaven on earth.

“Mmm,” she purred again, “But first I want to feed you these rich and delicious chocolate sweets.”

She languidly got off the bed. Her dress lifted, exposing her beautiful butt. She pulled it down leisurely, giving him a bewitching glance. She sauntered towards the kitchen, her red dress slowly merging into the darkness of the hallway.

She bit her lip a little bit. Food fueled her erotic desires like no other. Just the thought of dark chocolate balls made her pussy a little bit wet. As she entered the kitchen, the lights flickered on. She sashayed her way into the room. Her butt grazed the countertops as she walked almost gleefully.

She eyed the tray of balls and walked towards them. A final step remained. She put a large pot on the flame, then placed a large chunk of chocolate inside. She observed the chocolate dissolve into a full-bodied liquid.

As the Halkalı travesti chocolate dissolved, she could not resist touching herself. Her lips quivered in anticipation of the texture and taste of the chocolate. She bit her lips again, dragging her finger against her inner folds.

A naughty thought came to her mind. She resisted initially, before surrendering to her wicked desires. She pulled out her ring finger from her body, dipping it into the pot of hot chocolate. She smiled coyly to herself. She removed her warm dripping finger from the pot, wrapping her tongue around it and sucking slowly. It was heaven on earth.

The chocolate thickened. Using skewers, she dipped the hardened balls into the melted chocolate. She pulled out the balls from the saucepan, placing them on a decorated silver tray.

She moved languorously back to her lover, the light turning off behind her.

Upon reaching the bed, she whispered something in his ear. He instantly put down his phone and turned toward her, his cock hardening.

“Why don’t you have a taste,” Levent travesti she murmured sensually. She pressed her large breasts into his right arm, gently stroking his cock. His eyes turned blank, hypnotically enchanted by her words and by her touch.

She picked up a ball, placing the tray on the side of the bed.

“Open up,” she said. He opened up his mouth. She teased him, rubbing the ball vigorously against his tongue while simultaneously stroking his rapidly hardening cock. He moaned in pleasure.

“Uhhh give me a taste,” he begged.

“Ask nicely. Woo me well, and only then do you stand a change at realizing your desire,” she said.

“Please, I’ll do whatever you say,” he begged.

“Whatever I say? I’ll remember that for next time,” her smile mixed wickedness with sweetness. “Take a bite,” she added, releasing the ball into his watering mouth.

“Ahhhhh,” he bit down, indulging in the chocolatey taste. He closed his eyes momentarily, savoring the delicious treat in his mouth. It was a kind of meditation.

And just as suddenly Şirinevler travesti as he was in it, he snapped out of it. He grabbed her by the waist, pulling her dress up. He ripped off her panties. The tiger within unleashed itself.

She moaned endlessly. His touch was like no other. He teased the inside of her legs and devoured her lips. With unpredictable rhythm, he switched from legs to lips. She quivered once again. He got up every once in a while for a breath of fresh air, before returning hungrily to her lips. He was intoxicated by her smell, his mouth consumed by her.

He got back up, eyeing her intently. He fucked her with his eyes, penetrating deep into her soul. Tears dripped down her cheek in response. He smiled at her, gently caressing the tears down her face.

He took a chocolate ball and rubbed it in and against her innermost parts, the thick dark liquid dripping out of her pussy. He looked at her and took a whiff, inhaling her pussy’s rich chocolatey smell. He went down under, ready for the next foodie adventure. He flashed a wicked smile, devouring her endlessly for hours.

The night eventually ended as all nights do. She felt tired and drifted off to sleep. He snuggled behind her, spooning her, a mixture of chocolate and wetness dripping out of his mouth. He smiled contentedly. It was truly heaven on earth.

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