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Matt and Jason Ch. 05

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I swear that was the longest day of my fucking life.

I mean, I couldn’t help but feel wildly self-conscious, wearing Matt’s clothes at work. Wearing… his underwear. Fuck, I had a new appreciation for the movie “Bull Durham,” with Nuke wearing ladies’ garters on the mound. It wasn’t all bad… for one, I’d have to admit that Matt had better style than me. More to the point, the image of his dick having previously filled out those boxer briefs…yeah, I was just this shy of walking around with a boner all fucking day.

But that wasn’t the only thing gnawing at my thoughts. I… I mean… well, I’d been having gay sex. A lot of it. Me. A fucking bastard who had never looked at a guy that way in my life, and was famous for mowing down the ladies. I was having gay sex. And I loved it. I fucking loved it.

Oh my fucking GOD I loved it.

And all that was sending my thoughts exploding in a thousand different directions, all at once.

Jesus. A week ago I would have never thought it possible. I would have laughed in your face if you suggested it. Hell, depending on how much I had been drinking, maybe I would have decked you. But when push came to shove, I didn’t have any second thoughts. Not even the slightest hesitation.

And what did all this say about me, really? That I was an equal-opportunity lech? That I’d always been gay and was just repressing it? Would any other long-held convictions blow up the minute I tested them? Was I that fickle?

…Would whatever I had going on with Matt blow up the minute some different hottie walked into our hangout?

And what would people say if they knew? I had lived my whole world in a man’s man world, where quips about being gay had been thrown around, recycled, and thrown around again. Would my buddies… change… if they knew?

God, and what about my co-workers? In some ways, they were even… more… unreconstructed than my buddies. Especially towards the low guy on the totem pole. Which I most certainly still was.

I mean, shit, were they figuring it out already? Did anything… show? Were the guys at work sizing me up like I was a $10 whore? Snickering the minute I left the room?

Panic started to simmer inside me, but as the day went on, nothing really happened. The only comments the guys threw my way were irritated barks to get my head back in the game… justifiably so. My thoughts were so disjointed, I was completely distracted from what I was doing. Thinking about… Matt.

Matt.

Man… he wormed his way into everything. Memories tripped by the stupidest thing would suddenly explode into real life. Memories of him. Being with him. It wasn’t just his dick, it was… him. Everything. His half-smile. It was never a smirk–he wasn’t that… harsh. Such a chill guy. Such a great guy. No, it was just a humorous half-smile that with such little effort I could pull into the biggest, laughingest shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen. A grin that fucking lit up the room. And then there was his beard. I’d never… you know, played with a guy’s beard before. The way my stubble fascinated him. That feeling of his hand as he ran his fingers across my jaw, almost in wonderment. The friction when we were together. Friction. The way….

…the way his cockhead pushed through me, lighting me up from the inside. His cock when….

Shit. Okay… so maybe I was thinking about his dick, too.

Fuck, here I was at work, barely working, just pacing around like a tiger in a cage. When I did sit down, my leg involuntarily started bouncing wildly, making the desk vibrate. Thinking about him was torture. But not thinking about him wasn’t an option.

At least I wasn’t writing notes to him, like I was some goddamn school kid. At least I hadn’t stooped that low.

Oh shit… speaking of that, I should text him and confirm I can still stop by after work and pick up my clothes. And, you know, see how his day’s going, and….

Wait. Fuck. FUCK!

Christ on a cross. It was like puberty all over again. Like the first time I saw my Middle School teacher Miss Sommers and realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. What really blew my mind is that even having experienced it before, I was responding in exactly the same way as before. My body was responding in exactly the same way. Even if it was a guy this time, and not Miss Sommers. Shit. I was too old, too cool, too experienced for a crush. Or was this just like a phase? Was this something I was going to go through again and again? Like, was I going to have my world rocked like every 10 years or so, out of the blue?

Or was…

…was Matt something… special?

Shit. What was going on with Matt? Were we just fucking around, excited about the newness of the whole thing? Excited about how it was all taboo and all?

I shook off the question, I mean… Jesus, we were way, way, WAY too early in the game to think about that. What good could possibly come from trying to label us? Label what we were doing. I mean… get a grip, Jason. toroslar escort Quit overthinking. What’s wrong with you? You never used to spiral like this. Jesus. Just enjoy the ride.

Riding him.

Shit.

I leaned back and let myself remember… remember the feeling as Matt and I collided. The fucking feel of us. Our eyes locked. His hairy…

A co-worker came in, and I slammed my body back to attention. He looked at me. “What the fuck, Jason? You’ve either been running around with your hair on fire or drifting off into la-la land. You fucking score last night or what?”

The blunt directness of the question blew past all my defenses. I could do nothing but blush ruby red.

Which only made the remainder of the day even more nightmarish. The guys were all over me, trying to suss out the gory details. Imagining what, um, “she” looked like. What “she” was like. Juicing up their own dull sex lives by living through mine.

Jesus. Men, sometimes. I tell you….

I gave just enough details to keep them happy–enough that the goddamn fuckers were probably gonna go jerk off in the bathroom stalls as it was–but I obviously kept several of the key details secret, or just vague enough that they could fill in the details themselves. Easier that way.

But just talking through things was… hard. In more than one way. Emotionally. Physically. Erectionally. Shit, I had gone from a semi to a full-on boner, and was hoping against hope I wasn’t leaking enough precum to make a wet spot in my pants.

In… Matt’s pants.

Shit. That didn’t help.

Fortunately, all this shit went down towards the end of the day. Quitting time finally came–well, close enough–and I was able to bolt for the door, with the hoots and knowing hollers of my co-workers ringing in my ears as they cheered me on. Matt and I never set up specifics for meeting after work, but I wanted to at least scoot over to his place and get my clothes.

Oh, who the hell am I kidding. I wanted to scoot over to his place and get OUT of my clothes.

By the time I left work, I was so fucking horny I could have bitten through steel. Bragging to the guys about how I had gotten lucky had put everything front-and-center in my mind. Matt’s place was only a short hop away from my work, but the minutes stretched to what felt like hours because of ALL THE FUCKING TRAFFIC MOVE YOUR GODDAMN ASSES YOU STUPID FUCKS OR I WILL FUCKING END YOU. All I could see in my mind’s eye was Matt’s hairy body, drenched in sex sweat. With that half-smile, cocky with satisfaction. I was only dimly paying attention to the road. Thank God I didn’t kill anybody. My pits and palms were sweaty, my dick was about to rip a hole in my clothes, and my leg was bouncing so violently, it about made the whole car shake.

What the hell was wrong with me? No one had ever… hit me like that. I mean, I was fucking rocking in my car seat, physically reaching my ass out, just thinking about Matt’s dick spearing me. My hole clamping reflexively at his imagined cock. I’ve never been so worked up in my fucking life. Not even my first time. With a woman.

I did a piss-poor job of parking, and fucking ran to his door like a thousand screaming demons were in hot pursuit. My fist pounding against his door. Horny. So fucking horny….

Matt finally threw the door open and I fucking slammed into the guy, nearly knocking us both over.

God, I hope he didn’t have company over.

I’ll say it again… it’s so fucking different being with a guy. Especially a real guy like Matt. My excitement/desperation would have flattened any woman I’ve ever known. Matt not only stood his ground, but as he smashed his lips against mine, he actually flattened me against the door, slamming it shut behind me as our collective wight pressed against it.

We kissed so violently that one of us drew blood, swirling that tell-tale metallic taste into our passion (teeth, Jason, teeth… you stupid fuck!). We fucking ground against each other, hard as fuck… with our dicks hard as fuck. Fucking each other with our clothes on. Our hands were everywhere, with grips of steel, as we leveraged for support and just luxuriated in the fucking feel of each other.

I put my hands on his pecs and roughly pushed him away, almost sending him staggering back. He looked momentarily confused until I dropped to my knees and all but ripped open his pants. His Jockeys were wet with precum. I hauled them down and fucking drove my face into his hairy crotch. Breathing in so hard I was fucking gasping, desperate for his musk. The smell of his balls fucking ripping my mind open.

The fucking smell of sex. MAN sex.

I pulled back and fucking slammed my mouth down his cock, swallowing him down as hard and as fast as I could. Sucking like my life depended on it. From Matt’s bellowed roars, I knew he was into it. I went at him so hard and fast that his knees buckled slightly, and he fell forward a bit, tosya escort grabbing my head and shoulders for support. I fucking went to town on him, knowing how he liked it. How he needed it. Mouth-fucking him, teasing his cockhead with my tongue, tickling his piss slit. Driving down hard, again and again, deep enough that I was all but gagging and forcing me back. My spit ran down his shaft. I took his balls into my mouth, sucking them hard–hard enough to make the man squirm. Smelling them as I went, fucking needing it. Needing it all. Making his dick mine.

Matt was totally into it, his whole body rippling in time with mine as I sucked him, but he needed more. He reached down and grabbed me under my armpits, then hauled me to my feet, slamming my shoulders against the door. He laid on a kiss hard enough to stop traffic, as his hand clumsily wrenched my belt open, then pulled my pants and underwear down in one massive jerk.

Then he went after my dick, even harder than I went after his.

I mean, holy fuck. It was a good thing he had all but pinned me against the door, as I doubt I could have stood upright. God… all I can say is I hope someday you can find a cocksucker as enthusiastic as Matt was… it’s an experience every guy should have. Matt was fucking living for my dick, going after it with thunder and rage, and a desperate hunger. Mouth-fucking me hard, sucking me down. Swallowing my shaft, playing with the head. Fucking inhaling my balls and rolling them around in his mouth. Over and over, in rapid-fire succession, keeping me wildly off my toes. I was bucking against him, needing more. Desperate for more.

Then to my befuddled surprise, he spun me around harshly. He roughly wrenched one leg free of my pants and spread my legs. Oh fuck… he was gonna….

YES! The motherfucker buried his face in my hairy ass and fucking feasted on me. FUCK. He was like a rabid Grizzley Bear, fucking making out with my pucker, ramming his tongue inside me as far as it would go. Wildly swinging his head, and fucking shredding my skin with his beard. Huge licks up and down my crack. I roared out my passion; trying to encourage him… although my words collapsed into garbled raw animal sounds. I pushed hard against him, desperate for more of his mouth… more, more, FUCKING MORE. I realized that sound I kept hearing was me screaming out “FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKME!”

Matt’s mouth came off me with nearly an audible “pop.” I couldn’t see what he was doing, but it was like he fished something out of his pocket and then stepped out of his pants entirely. There was a vulgar splatter of a sound, and then… POW! He slammed his rock-hard dick up inside me, his balls to my balls.

I belted out a gasping cry. That fucking incredible first thrill of penetration! But… weirdly enough, it was so fucking easy. Surprisingly easy. My brain was reeling, as Matt slammed my shoulders into the door, my left cheek flat against it. His hand pressed against me, and his bearded face pressed tightly against my ear. “Like that? I got some lube on my way home. No excuses any more… now, we’re gonna REALLY fuck!” He roughly licked my ear, and my knees quivered.

And then Matt fucked the shit out of me.

It felt strange, and FUCKING WONDERFUL. There was next to no resistance as his dick powered through me, his head finding my magic spot and setting my body on fire. GOD that fucking golden light FILLED ME. My hair standing on end, my skin shivering. That fucking FIRE as Matt slammed into me, again and again, AGAIN AND AGAIN. Rougher than ever before, rougher than I thought possible, with the lube creating a frictionless glide. I was fucking screaming like a bitch in heat. Sweating. Sweating like a fucking pig. Power strokes ripping though me. Matt slowed, and ground his hips against my hairy ass, like a fucking obscene hula dance, getting his dick inside every possible part of me. Opening me. Setting off fireworks in my mind even brighter than the light already flooding through me. As much as I could, I slammed my ass back against him, reaching around with one hand to try and open myself up so he could drive in deeper. Needing, fucking NEEDING his dick. There was nothing but his dick and my ass.

Matt started slamming against me. Whole body slams, like he was using my body as a battering ram to break down his own door. His arm looped around my chest for extra leverage. Pounding me, fucking POUNDING me, harder than fuck. Pressed against me, mashing my face against the door. My body on absolute fire. Roaring as flames exploded out of control. Fire. RAW FIRE. It was like I was cumming, but the feeling kept going. Fire. Roaring. More. MORE. My balls churning. FIRE. Finally, a cascade of nuclear explosions in my mind as I lost all control. I screamed out a braying cry as I blasted a bucketful of cum all over his front door.

That just got Matt even more worked up.

My mind was in a haze, but moments later I realized I was trabzon escort laying on the floor, chewing his carpet, while Matt hauled up my ass and fucking POUNDED me. Faster than I thought possible. I could fucking feel his cockhead rip through me, setting my guts on fire. Each blow landing like a plane crash. Fast. FAST. FASTFASTFASTFASTFASTFAST. I screamed, no other recourse. I hadn’t even come down from shooting my load; the explosions in my mind just kept building. And he kept pounding. Our bodies slapping together, his balls all but ricocheting off me with each hammer stroke. My still-hard dick slapping against my stomach from the impact. FASTFASTFASTFASTFAST. My entire being was on fire.

Then, I couldn’t believe it… I could feel my body rising up all over again, readying….

And I fucking came all over again.

Matt’s body responded, as my ass clenched down on his cock. His hammer strokes became wilder, less rhythmic, and I could feel his hands dig into me. A low wailing sound was building inside him, taking off a thunderous roar… and Matt exploded. I could feel his dick jerk inside me as he shot load after load of white-hot cum deep inside me.

One with me.

God, my body didn’t know what to do with itself. Muscles spasming. A ringing in my ears. Seeing spots. It almost felt like I had been pummeled in an inch of my life… but underneath everything I felt like I was burning with LIFE. Like Frankenstein’s monster on the operating table after being brought to life by lightening. Fucking ALIVE.

The fucking FEELING.

Matt and I made out for what felt like an hour… just thrilling at the feel of each other. Clothes half-on, half-off. Our hair drenched in sweat. Hairy legs entangled. Cum oozing everywhere. It was the ugliest romantic scene possible. And the most beautiful.

At some point, I looked at Matt. Amazed by him. Amazed at me with him. But there was the real world out there, and real-world commitments. Damn.

“Okay dude,” I murmured. “This is the happiest I’ve ever been in my life, but I can’t spend the night again. If nothing else, I have to get some actual sleep–I’ve got a major project to finish and today was pretty much a waste. Another day like today, and my boss will flay me alive.”

Matt looked on with that half-smile, and a comically displeased demeanor. “Tssk. That figures. You men are all alike. Ten or twelve quick ones, and they just roll over and go to sleep on you.”

I punched his arm and we started laughing. “Jesus Christ, man. You have officially rocked my world. It’s so bizarre–wonderful, but bizarre–to fuck around with someone so… enthusiastic for sex. I mean… holy shit!”

Matt beamed. “I don’t know if it’s that way with all guys, or just you, but I know what you mean. Alicia was one extreme, but even when I was with ‘high sex drive’ women, nothing compares with what you throw down. What you push me to throw down. You’re fucking amazing.”

“Can I ask a question?” I ventured.

“Shoot.”

“Just curious. Do you… well, do you like… you know, getting fucked or doing the fucking better?”

Matt paused, and looked off into the distance. After a second, he smirked and looked me in the eye. “I think its whichever one I’m doing in the moment.”

I snorted derisively. “Talk about a cop out of an answer.”

“Well, what about you?”

I reflected. I had been thinking about that very question quite a bit. “Well, the only reason I’m not gonna bust your chops about that answer is that mine is pretty much the same. When I fuck you… damn! It feels like I’m king of the world. Roaring with power. Gonna fucking take you and make you like it. But when you fuck me…. shit, it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt in my life. You set my whole body on fire. Like I’m all but cumming the entire time, for like an hour straight. And when I do actually shoot, it’s like cumming on another level. I feel like I’m finally alive. But then again, I feel that way when I’m pounding that hairy ass of yours, too. Like… I don’t know. But also, it’s like the biggest rush fucking you and seeing it on your face how into it you are.”

Matt broke out the biggest, goofiest grin I’d seen. “I know what you mean, bud. The thing is… when I’m fucking you, God, you are fucking into it! Every part of you… it’s in your eyes, your whole face, your entire body. Like, you’re fucking glowing or something. It’s like every single thing I do is driving you wild. It’s such an intense connection… and the rush of knowing I’m doing that to you. It makes me feel…” Matt’s voice caught, just for a second. “It makes me feel like the biggest stud on the planet.” He paused longer, and went on in a nearly broken voice. “Like I’m a fucking stud. After Alicia… I didn’t know how much I needed that. To feel like… a man again. To feel… desirable again. To feel… shit… like, I’m sexy again.”

I think my heart broke a little for Matt right then, knowing what he had just been going through with his ex. Not just the break-up, but even before. I remember being cheated on, and how it shredded your confidence. Made you question so many things about yourself, especially sexual performance. It took me a very long time to come to terms with that, all the while denying there was a problem. I was… touched with his honesty. His vulnerability.

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Is the Tramp a Lady?

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John Elliot drove the bus into the depot with a sigh of relief. His muscles ached from being in the driving seat for the last eight hours with only two short breaks. Switching the engine off, he stood and turned to make a quick visual check of the bus.

“Ma’am?” he said in surprise. “This is the last stop.”

“I’m sorry,” she apologized, getting to her feet. “I thought you made one more trip.”

“Only on weeknights,” he explained. “On Saturday the last bus finishes an hour early.”

The woman picked up her small bag which probably contained all her worldly possessions. She had an elegance and dignity about her although it looked as though she had nowhere to sleep for the night. John’s heart when out to her—like it had done every time he had seen a stray dog or cat when he was a boy. His parents had scolded him for bringing in the strays, but had allowed him to rescue as many as he’d wanted. Until he had picked up a cat with Feline Upper Respiratory Infection which had infected all the other cats. He learned a hard lesson and no matter how pitiful a stray looked he had never taken another one home again.

The woman walked to a bench and sat on it, her bag held tightly in her lap.

John went in to the office, turned off the lights and closed up for the night.

Opening the doors of his Ford Mondeo remotely as he approached, he kept his head resolutely forwards.

Yet, he found himself looking through his rear-view mirror at the woman as he started the engine. He prayed that she would be okay.

Feeling terrible for leaving her, prey to anyone with evil intentions, he sped away quickly.

He turned left at the next corner, then left at the next and then left again. Another left and he was back where he had started. Instead of driving into the depot he parked his car outside and observed the woman. She was still sitting on the bench, her back straight, her head held high, proudly.

His wife, Helen, wasn’t home; he really shouldn’t take a woman to his house. Ordinarily Helen wouldn’t mind, but she would be more than a little suspicious if he brought a woman to the house on a night when she wasn’t home. Especially a redhead. Why couldn’t the woman have been blonde or brunette? If the woman had been older and looked like a downtrodden tramp Helen might have been more understanding, but the woman was beautiful and though he had caught her hot, musky smell as she had passed him on her way off the bus, it was obvious that she had either found somewhere to wash as often as she could or hadn’t been on the road for very long.

A burly man walked passed the entrance of the depot, looked in and continued on his way. Fifty metres on, he turned and retraced his steps. John tensed as the man turned into the depot and headed straight for the woman. He sat next to her on the bench, dwarfing her as he leaned close and engaged her in conversation. She kept shaking her head until suddenly he stood up and grasped her arm roughly, pulling her upright and against his much larger body.

John was out of the car and hurrying towards them in an instant.

“Hey!” he shouted as he neared them. “Leave her alone!”

“Who’s going to make me?” The man looked dismissively over his shoulder at John’s slim built and kept hold of the woman.

“I am,” John informed him quietly, bringing the gun in his hand into view. It was only a toy which belonged to his five-year-old son Tim, but the man couldn’t know that. “If you don’t want a bullet between your eyes, let her go now!”

“Cool it, mate! She’s all yours if you want her.” The man backed away nervously and John watched him hurry away with contempt. For all his massive size, the man was both a coward and a bully.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. Thank you. He offered to share his bed with me for the night and was a little put out that I refused,” she explained.

“It’s not safe here. Is there nowhere you can spend the night?”

“Please don’t concern yourself. I’ll be fine.”

“I can’t leave you here.”

“I’m not your concern.”

“Look, it’s too deserted here. At least let me take you somewhere the shops are open all night or where they are other people.”

She looked at him and then at the gun he still held in his hand. Hastily, he slipped it behind him and into his waistband, out of sight.

“I don’t want to go to anywhere noisy. I’m desperately tired—I need somewhere quiet where I can get some sleep.”

“If you sleep here you’re likely to end up raped or murdered,” he told her flatly, finally losing patience. All he wanted was a shower and his bed. But he would toss and turn all night if he left her here. And if anything happened to her he would never forgive himself.

“And how do I know that you’re not a rapist or a murder?” she asked.

“You don’t.” He felt surprised that she could think him capable of harming her. But, he reasoned, most serial killers were persuasive smooth talkers.

“I’m sorry, that was rude of me,” she apologized. “It’s been an bahis siteleri incredibly long day.”

“Look, my wife’s not home, but I’m sure she wouldn’t mind you coming home with me for a bite to eat and a shower,” John offered. He wouldn’t get a wink of sleep if he had to think of her out here on her own, prey to thieves, rapists or murderers.

“Your wife must really trust you.”

“She’ll be fine once I’ve explained the situation to her.”

“Thank you, I’d like to accept.” She turned and headed towards his parked car. Hurrying forward, he held the door open for her. When he came around the car she leaned over and politely opened the door for him, too.

“Normally, I wouldn’t dream of trusting a stranger, but….” she broke off.

“You are perfectly safe with me,” he reassured her.

They drove in complete silence. The woman had immediately tipped her head back against the headrest and fallen asleep within a minute of him pulling away from the kerb. She hadn’t lied about being exhausted.

He shook her gently when he had parked the car in the garage and switched off the engine. “We’re here.”

“Are you sure this will be okay?” Revived from her nap she seemed wary of him again.

“Look, do you want me to call my wife and check first?”

“No, don’t do that,” she begged him hastily. “It’s late at night. I don’t think she would appreciate being awoken from her sleep. I just don’t want to get you into any trouble.”

“My wife and I have been happily married for six years. I think she knows me well enough by now.”

“Sorry to seem so ungrateful.” Clutching her small bag she made to open the door, but he quickly reached around her and opened it.

Once again her hot, musky smell filled his nostrils. It was her perfume, he realized. It wasn’t unpleasant, just stronger than his wife’s subtle floral scent. But then his wife was a cool blonde, this woman was a fiery redhead—the kind that he’d secretly fantasized about when he had masturbated as a young man.

***

He imagined her in the shower washing that curtain of red hair that fell almost to her waist. He had given her one of his bathrobes to wear afterwards—giving her one of Helen’s wouldn’t have been right.

He was harder than he had been in ages. His face felt hot, flushed with desire.

God, he hoped she wouldn’t notice the state he was in!

Getting up, he fiddled with the place settings. She had been obviously hungry but had insisted on having a bath first, saying that she wouldn’t feel right sitting in one of the chairs in the same clothes she had been sitting around in all day.

“I feel human again. Thank you.”

He turned and watched her as she walked into the room. She had piled her slightly damp hair carelessly on top of her head. It gave her a sultry look and made him notice the incredible length of her neck for the first time. His bathrobe swamped her and even though she had pulled the sash tightly, it gaped at the front showing a generous amount of cleavage, and he realized as he looked down, almost the entire length of her toned legs as she walked towards him. Her toenails were painted a surprising red and for an insane moment he wanted to beg her to let him rub her high-arched aristocratic feet over the bulge in his trousers.

Oh God, he thought in dismay as he got a full view of her breasts as he pulled out the chair and seated her before going to the other end of the square table. Her breasts were beautiful. Not the firm, slightly hard mounds of a young woman, but the soft, full curves of a mature woman who had perhaps given birth and breastfed a child or two. Her nipples were a deep pink and amazingly distended. If she hadn’t breastfed a child or children, he thought, then there must have been a husband, boyfriend or girlfriend who had sucked on the tempting peaks constantly.

“I’m afraid it’s only leftover roast chicken,” he apologized. “I can’t cook, but my wife baked a whole chicken yesterday and there was enough for dinner tonight. She’s back tomorrow, thank God!”

“Chicken is just fine, thank you.” She held out her plate as he forked several slices of moist chicken breast on to it and then held up her hand when it seemed as though he wanted to give her more than her share. “That’s enough, thank you.”

“Are you sure? I ate a late lunch and I’m not that hungry.” He wanted to make sure that she had enough to eat. He could make do with whatever was left.

She smiled as if she knew that he was telling a white lie. “I’m quite sure.”

They ate the meal in silence. He had never realized how cosy the little dining table was before. It was ideal for his family of four. When the twins had been a little younger it had been very convenient for him and his wife for feeding the kids and themselves at the same time.

She ate slowly, daintily. It was erotic to watch her.

He hadn’t asked her name he realized suddenly and felt too embarrassed to do it now. His prim and proper mother would canlı bahis siteleri have scolded him soundly for not immediately making the lady’s acquaintance.

“You can sleep in the spare room,” he offered. She needed a good night’s sleep.

“Thank you, but no. You kindly offered me food and a shower and I’m grateful for those. When I’m done here I will get dressed and you can take me to one of the shelters.”

“I think you need a decent night’s sleep. Don’t worry, there is a lock on the door—you’ll be perfectly safe.”

She opened her mouth to protest, and then suddenly smiled.

“Perhaps, I will take you up on your kind offer. You’ve been driving all day. It would be a shame to make you go back into the cold. And I really could do with a soft bed and clean sheets tonight.”

“It’s the third door on the left,” he told her as he got up and gathered the dishes. “No, no. You go on through. I’ll put these into the dishwasher.”

“Goodnight.” She stood awkwardly twisting the sash of his robe.

“Goodnight,” he responded, his heart beating a little faster as he reached for the platter which now contained the meagre remains of the roasted chicken.

She approached and quickly pecked him on the cheek before turning and hurrying from the room.

He put the platter down and rested his hands on the table as he took deep steadying breaths. He was fully and painfully aroused…and by one innocent kiss on the cheek!

***

John thought that he would have immediately fallen asleep; he’d had a long week and had eagerly looked forward to having a day off today. But Carl, one of his most reliable drivers, had called in sick and he’d had to step in and cover the bus route. His wasn’t a large bus company, but the poorer members of the community relied on the service and he had vowed when he had bought the badly-run company from its drunken previous owner that reliability would be his watchword.

He was exhausted, yet he couldn’t sleep.

He felt edgy with the woman in the house. He wondered if she was sleeping.

She was the embodiment of all his fantasies. He had berated close friends for cheating on their wives, thinking them weak and dishonourable. He had been so sure that he would never be tempted himself. He had a beautiful wife and two healthy, gorgeous children. He wasn’t a devout Christian, but he went to church often enough to feel guilty of his attraction to the woman. She was a temptress and he was at his most vulnerable.

He hadn’t really paid her much attention on the way home. She was just a woman in need of help, but it was as if her fairy godmother had waved a wand and transformed her after she’d had her shower. The image of her as he looked up from straightening the cutlery seemed burnt on his retinas. She had been alluring, innocently provocative, in his overlarge robe. And the totally unexpected red toenail polish. He had wanted—

John tensed as he heard footsteps outside his door. A minute later the knob turned and the door pushed open. She walked in still wearing his bathrobe and still bare footed.

“I can’t sleep.” She smiled apologetically. “Do you mind if I talk to you for a while?”

“Sure.” Just as he made to get out of bed and join her in the living room, she came further into the room and sat on the bed.

“Are these your kids?” she asked, smiling as she picked up the framed photograph of the twins taken two months ago at a costume party. They had decided to go as Mickey and Minnie Mouse. He and Helen had laughed at the idea but the kids had been so keen, they hadn’t the heart to tell them that the cartoon characters were a couple, not brother and sister. She picked up another picture, one of him alone and compared the two. “They’re real cute. And they look so much like you.”

“Actually they look more like their mother.”

She stared intently across the bed at the photograph of Helen beside the reading lamp on his side of the bed and then back at the ones in her hand. Finally she conceded, “I think they have a little of both of you.”

John could never see the resemblance himself. He thought they looked totally like Helen, but his mother always insisted that Tina especially looked like him when he was a boy.

“You seem to have a great marriage,” the woman commented, replacing the photographs in almost exactly the same position she had found them.

“I have a wonderful marriage,” he confirmed.

As the woman shifted on the bed, the robe parted again and revealed one of her deep pink nipples. John he felt blood immediately rush to his groin.

“But even wonderful marriages are sometimes not perfect. Isn’t there something special that she doesn’t do for you that I can? Does she go down on you?”

“Yes,” John smiled, remembering his wife’s lips around him only two days ago. It had been hair raising to say the least. The kids had been up and about, and the bedroom door closed but not locked.

“What about anal sex. She doesn’t güvenilir bahis look the type to indulge in that type of activity.”

John hissed as several drops of precum oozed of out of his straining penis. It was the one topic that had the potential to totally unman him. He respected his wife’s reservation about anal sex. Their sex life was great without it, but…

“I haven’t done it that often myself and only with my husband,” she confessed.

“You’re married?” he queried. He hadn’t even considered the possibility.

“Yes, but it’s a long story that I don’t want to get into right now. Let me do this for you. One night where you forget the rules and take the pleasure being offered you.”

“You don’t have to sleep with me just because I offered you some food and somewhere to sleep for the night.”

“I know I don’t. I just want to give you pleasure. You’re a wonderfully generous man in a world where people look the other way rather than offer help. That man could have raped me and dumped my body somewhere tonight if you hadn’t rescued me. I want to show my appreciation.”

She stood up and shrugged out of the robe and he was lost. Her erect nipples seemed to be begging for the touch of his lips, her trim waist small enough for him to almost span with his large hands. When she turned slowly around, it was no longer a question of if he would take her up on her offer, but how many times he would need to bury himself in her sweet perfect behind until he was completely sated.

“Come to me,” he commanded softly, switching off the bedside lamp as he reached for her. What was done in darkness didn’t have to come to light.

He pulled her down on top of him and caressed the taut cheeks of her behind as he kissed her. He ran his finger gently between the mounds and found the tightly-closed pucker of her anus and rimmed her lightly with his finger. She might have had anal sex before, but not in recent months—her rectum was as petite as the rest of her. Though he was a tall man, his seven-inch penis was only an average endowment, but it was thick.

Slipping his hand downwards he ran his fingers over her vaginal lips. The moisture spilling out of her was too much to resist. Reaching his left hand between them, he sunk two fingers deep inside her vagina as he breached her tight anus with the tip of his long, moistened right middle finger. She gasped and bit down gently on his upper chest as he slowly buried the finger to the hilt.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, kissing the top of her head.

“Oh yes. I want it as much as you do.”

“Tell me if it hurts too much.” He circled her anus with a second finger and then worked it inside her with short, firm thrusts as he slipped a third finger into her eager-and-ready-to-accommodate vagina. He was almost torn between its slippery warmth and the tight resistance of her rectum. Almost, but he was now too consumed by the delicious delight of sinking himself into the velvet darkness of her anus; her vagina would not satisfy the craving that had been building inside him from the moment she had first made the offer of her sweet behind. But he was easily more than twice the size of the two fingers he had only just begun to work smoothly in and out of her. It would take an eternity.

“I’m going to embarrass myself in a minute if I don’t…” Slipping his fingers out of her, he opened the fly of his pyjamas and slid into her clutching warmth. She gasped as he held her hips in place and buried himself deeply.

She really was the tightest little thing, he thought, as he brought his hands up to cup her breasts and caress her nipples. The hard points grazed his palms and he immediately pulled her upwards to suck on one of the tempting morsels. In the darkness and in his haste to prepare her for rear entry, he had forgotten the dusky pink points that had almost driven him out of his mind earlier.

Noticing that her inner muscles clenched in time with the pull of his lips on her nipple, he pulled harder. Immediately she grasped his head, riding him furiously, pressing down and taking every inch of him when only minutes before she had locked her knees against his hips to prevent him going too deeply after his first full thrust. Gritting his teeth he held back his orgasm as her inner muscles squeezed and tried to milk him.

In the meanwhile, as he had distracted her with his raw, insistent nipple sucking he had deftly worked another finger into her anus. As he felt her start to orgasm, he lifted her upwards and housed himself quickly, deeply inside her anus. He felt the shock go through her as the intense pain mixed with the pleasure of the orgasm she had been too far gone to stop. She bucked against him, rubbing her clitoris furiously against his pelvis as her now-empty vagina clenched around nothing but air, and in turn pressed her rectum further onto him. He couldn’t hold back any longer, her small tight back passage nipped in the most delicious way.

He shouted aloud as he came harder than he’d ever remembered coming.

He woke from a light doze ten minutes later, still joined to her. He knew that she was tired and needed sleep, but his penis disobeyed his command to lie quietly inside her and let her rest for a little longer.

She woke as he surged to full arousal inside her.

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It was a beautiful sunny day here in Florida and I decided to take advantage of it. I got up and brushed out my shoulder length blonde hair and put on a little bit of make up. I pulled out my pink bikini and put it on looking at myself in the mirror even though the bottom were a little small they still held me very well concealing my little secret. The top was a little more full to cover my breast forms. Then I put on white shorts and a little tank top and then some flip-flops. I grabbed my sunglasses a towel and some sun tan lotion and headed out the door.

It was only about a ten-minute drive to the beach and I decided I would stop and get some breakfast on the way. I stopped at a local drive threw and as I ordered and got my food the pimple faced teenager kept flirting with me and looking at me from the window. I laughed to myself thank ‘if you only knew what you were fantasizing about.’

Then I was on my way again. When I arrived there weren’t many people at all but being a Tuesday this didn’t shock me much. I grabbed my stuff out of the car and walked out into the sand. I found a spot where there wouldn’t be much disturbance I laid out my towel and stripped down to my bikini. As I sat down I slowly began to apply the tanning oil to my skin starting with my legs and moving up to my stomach and my arms and shoulders. As I was thinking how I was going to do my back I was approached by a cute guy he looked in his mid thirties. He looked very good in his Speedo, which showed just how well endowed he was. He told me his name was Kevin and offered to spread the oil on my back. I smiled telling him I would be very thankful.

He had me lay on my stomach stretched out on the towel he slowly started to rub it into my back messaging me as he did, which felt very good. He made small talk as he did asking my name and where I was from and then asking why he had never met me before now. I smiled and told him I wasn’t the type of girl he thought I was and that he would probably run away if he had any idea. By this time he was working on the back of my thighs right at the bottom of my bikini lines. He looked intrigued by this statement and slowly slid his hand down between my legs and I moaned as he ran his fingers over my clit.

He stumbled back with a surprised look on his face as I smiled at him. He stammered and shyly he said, “I’ve always dreamed of a girl like you but hadn’t had any luck finding one.”

I reached over and slowly place my hand on the front of his suit feeling his organ pulse as I said, “well you found one now what are you going to do with me”

He laughed at this and asked what I would allow. My simple response was “try me.” this brought a big smile to his face as he continued feeling on me. There were too many people out here for him to jump on me and do anything after a few minutes I got an idea. He helped me up and took my hand and led me over to the men’s room I was kind of shaky walking into the men’s room dressed like this but nobody was paying attention.

He led me in to the big handicap stall in the back and as soon as we were and he shut the door he grabbed me pulling me tight against him. He began kissing me as his hand ran over my back. I placed one hand on his chest as my other ran down between his legs feeling his growing cock. I was really getting into this and was getting pretty turned on myself. I sat down pulling him to me and was eye level with his cock as I pulled down the front of his Speedos and his bit eight-inch cock fell out at me.

I instantly wrapped my hand around it and started stroking it as I looked up and told him he had a very nice cock then I began licking it all over. It tasted salty from where he had been swimming but it wasn’t bad I enjoyed the taste. After licking all over his cock and making it good and wet and moved down to his balls and I liked and sucked on them as he moaned. When I felt I had licked them enough I moved back to his cock and took it into my mouth. First starting with the head swirling my tongue around it before sliding my mouth down it.

After just a few minutes of this he asked me to stop practically begging to fuck me. A smiled and agreed telling him I would love to feel his big cock in my ass. He helped me up and turned me around bending me over the toilet and he squatted down behind me. I felt my bikini bottoms slide off my hips and down my legs to rest at my ankles, where anyone could see them under the stall. I was already extremely turned on and my clit was hard then I felt him press his face into my ass and felt his tongue on my hole I moaned in surprise as I felt this. He continued to lick me to lick me for a few minutes getting my hole good and wet until I moaned out asking him to please put his cock in me.

With that he stood up and I felt his cock at my hole he slowly kayseri escort started to push the head in which didn’t take much at all. Within moments I felt his balls against me as he was all the way inside my ass. He slowly began moving in and out of me and as he set a rhythm I began to push back against him, which excited him even more. I held the back of the toilet tightly as he reached around me grabbing my chest with one hand and grabbing my clit with the other. He began stroking me at the same rhythm he was fucking me and this drove my crazy. I began moaning as I thrust back against him harder which made him start driving me harder.

We heard people coming and going out of the room but didn’t stop or care. As he began to stroke me harder I realized his breathing had increased and so had his thrusting I asked if he was about to cum and fill my tight little ass. This was all it took within moments I felt his cock twitch inside me and swell. As he thrust it deep inside me I felt it explode and I moaned as I came from his hand stroking me.

We stood there a few minutes catching our breath and letting our orgasm subside. Finally his cock slid out and he was quick to squat down and pull my bikini bottoms up my leg and back over my ass. I adjusted myself in the front as my clitty had shrunk back down. Then I squatted down in front of him and took his cock into my mouth licking it clean. It tasted of cum and the stuff I use to clean myself out and I enjoyed it before I pulled the front of his Speedo back up.

He helped me up pulling me into his arms he kissed me again. Then he asked if he could take me to dinner this evening I told him he could he told me to meet him at a restaurant at seven and asked if he could make another request. I told him he could I would do anything to feel his cock inside me again. He asked me not to change or clean out my bikini bottoms. I was kind of dumb founded as to why he asked me this until he moved his hand to grab my ass and I felt the wet spot where his cum had leaked out of me into my bikini. I blushed and said I would do this for him and I would see him tonight.

With that I kissed him once more before walking out of the bathroom I walked over and picked up my stuff and just bothering to put my shirt and flip flops on I made my way to the car. As I got in I felt the wet spot in my bikini very well and it felt great as I drove home. When I arrived I went to the bedroom and stripped down to my bottoms and as I was looking in my dresser I looked back at my ass in the mirror and could see the wet spot hugging my ass I laughed at this as I pulled out a black lace bra and put it on.

I went to the kitchen and made myself a drink before walking out on my back porch and lounging a little bit trying to decide what to wear tonight. I ended up dosing off and the sun was beginning to go down as I awoke. I got up and walked into my bathroom and washed my face taking off the make up from earlier and reapplying some more for the evening. I walked into my closet and pulled out a short sleeveless red cocktail dress and picked some little black heels. I put on a necklace and some earrings and decided it was time to go.

I drove to the restaurant, which wasn’t far. He was waiting for me when I got there wearing some dark blue slacks and a white button up shirt. He told me I looked stunning I thanked him for his compliment as we walked inside. We talked over dinner and he told me he had been dreaming of finding a girl like me since he was a teenager and he was so happy he finally found one. After dinner he asked if I would like to go back to his place and have some privacy and be a lot more comfortable then we were this afternoon. I agreed and fallowed him in my car.

When we got there he offered me a drink as we walked into the sitting room I accepted and looked around as he ran off to the kitchen to make it. It was a nice looking place but from the different things lying around he didn’t live here alone. I asked him if he lived here alone when he came back in and handed me a drink, it was pretty strong as I took a sip. He said he lived with his sister but she was out on a date tonight as well. We sat on the couch and continued to talk as we drank our drinks and his hand rested on my thigh. He asked if I liked hot tubs and I told him I did very much and he said they had one and asked if I wanted to get in. I told him I didn’t bring my top with me and he said that ok I was just going to get in naked and you can just wear your bottoms.

I didn’t argue as he led me out the back door to a big porch. He uncovered the hot tub and turned it on then walked over to me and began kissing me as he reached behind me and unzipped my dress. I let it slide off my shoulders and down around my ankles as I started to unbutton his shirt. He kıbrıs escort reached back and unhooked my bra and I let him pull it off me then I started unbuckling his pants as I felt his hands running over my back. He took off his boxers while I took off my heels and he grabbed my ass covered by my bikini bottoms and we climbed into the hot tub.

We continued kissing as we sat in the hot water and his hands ran over my body as mine found his already hard cock. I stroked it a little and then he grabbed me pulling me on top of his lap. I could feel his cock pressing against my bottoms as he kissed me deeply and mine was growing too. After a few minutes of this we were both ready for some real fun we climbed out of the tub and he grabbed a towel and began drying me off as he continued to steal little kisses. After he was dry as well he took my hand and led me inside to his room leaving our clothes lying on the deck. We walked into his room and didn’t bother closing the door as he laid me on my back on the bed kissing me he pulled my bikini bottoms off and threw them in a wet lump on the floor as he continued to kiss me.

He slowly pulled away from my face and moved down between my legs and began kissing my thighs and licking my clit, which was extremely hard. I moaned and he licked and sucked on me for a few minutes before he moved even lower and began licking my hole, which I’m sure still tasted like his cum even after being in the hot tub. He licked me till I was squirming and begging for his cock. He reached into the night stand and pulled out some lube and put it on his cock stroking it a little getting it good and slick. He climbed back on top of me and I spread my legs around him as he brought his face to mine. He began kissing me again as he guided his hard cock to my hold and I moaned into his mouth as he slowly pushed it inside me.

I had my arms around him and I was lightly running my nails up and down his back as he slowly began to move in and out of my hole. I began moving my hips to meet his strokes and was over taken by the feeling of this sexy man between my legs buried deep inside my tight ass. He began to build speed as I reached down and grabbed his ass and kissing his neck. He said I was his girl tonight and he was going to treat me as such then kissed be deeply sliding his tongue into my mouth and finding mine. We continued to kiss and play with each other’s tongues until we were both gasping about to cum. He pulled away groaning saying he was going to fill me with his cum, I told him to cum deep inside my tight little ass make me his girl.

With that I felt him tense and groan as he began pumping his cum into me I moaned as this caused me to cum as well making a mess all over our stomachs. We lay there for a second catching our breaths and then he looks me in the eyes and kisses me he thanks me for being his first special girl. Then all of a sudden we heard someone clapping from the doorway. We turned and looked and he said, “hey molly, enjoy the show?”

She laughed saying, “always enjoy the show. Glad you finally found you a special girl, and even happier I was able to watch. Don’t move ill go get you a towel.”

She walked back into the hallway and came back a minute later handing a towel to Kevin. I smiled at her as he cleaned the cum from between us Kevin asked if I would like to stay the night with him I smiled and said I would love to but I don’t have any clothes. His sister was all over this one and said don’t worry I have a whole wardrobe just come to my room when you are finished cleaning up. I smiled and thanked her and told her I would see her in a few minutes and she walked out of the room.

Kevin continued to clean us up with his cock still inside me he said he didn’t want his cum to leak out of me he wanted me to feel it all night. He reached in the nightstand again this time pulling out a butt plug and asked if I would wear it. I told him I would love to and as he slowly pulled his limp cock out of me he quickly replaced it with the plug trapping his cum inside me. He stood up and I sat up grabbing his hips before he could go anywhere I wrapped my mouth around his cock and began to lick it. He began to moan a little as I took his cock into my mouth and sucked it clean to his enjoyment.

After a few minutes I decided I better stop or I was going to get worked up again. I got up and walked towards the door hearing him say his sister’s room is 2 doors down. I thanked him giggling as I walked out of the room.

Her door was wide open when I got to it and when I walked in I noticed her sitting naked at a computer in the corner. I was kind of surprised as I realized what she was doing with her legs spread and a hand between them as the other moved the mouse. She jumped and said, “O I’m sorry I thought I had a little konya escort more time.”

I replied, “No I’m sorry I should have knocked.”

I couldn’t help but look at her beautiful naked body as she sat there still touching herself she told me there was a nighty and panties laying on the bed for me. I thanked her as I moved towards the bed hating tearing my eyes away from her as I walked over I picked up the sheer baby pink nighty and looked it over liking the way it looked then laying it back down I picked up the sheer matching thong. I was standing with my back to her so when I bent over to step into the thong she got a good look at my ass and the base of the plug deep inside it. As I pulled the panties up my legs and over my hips I heard her moaning and as I turned my head to look over my shoulder she was staring at my ass rubbing her clit hard.

I reached down and picked up the nighty again sure to bend over a little to show her my ass again. And I pulled the nighty over my head as I turned to look at her. She motioned with her finger to come to her and as soon as I was in her reach she grabbed me and began touching me through my panties. She stood up wrapping her arms around me grabbing my ass as she pressed her lips to mine. She slid her tongue into my mouth kissing me passionately for a moment then she pushed me away and told me to bend over and show her my ass.

I did as I was told I turned around and bent over showing her my ass. I knew she could see the plug through my panties, as she reached out and pressed her fingers against it I moaned. She said, “wow, I see why all the boys want to fuck you, an ass like that if I had a cock I’d fuck you too.”

I heard her sit back in her charge and I looked back and she was playing with herself again as she looked at me. All of a sudden she picked her foot up and with her toes she pressed against the base of the plug again causing me to moan. Then she told me to spread my legs some more and as I did she ran her foot down between my legs and started rubbing my cock through the panties. Then she smiled and said “mmm that’s hot my fingers aren’t going to be enough. Do me a favor and go grab my vibrator out of the top drawer of the dress. Then come back and stand just like you are now.”

I did as she told me and as I opened the drawer I saw she had quite a few different vibrators and toys and I asked which one she wanted she said surprise her. So I grabbed a realistic looking one the color of skin and the feel of skin. I walked back over to her and she smiled saying good choice now back into position. I turned back around and bent over spreading my legs again and looking back at her I watched as she turned the vibrator on and began rubbing it against her pussy.

As she began pushing it inside her she reached her foot back over and began rubbing my clit through the panties again and by this time it was rock hard. Then she slid off the chair and down to her knees still pushing the vibrator in and out of her she turned me around and pulled my panties down around my knees. Looking up at me she said, “Now I cant send you back to Kevin with a big hard clitty its unlady like.”

With that she wrapped her lips around my clit and began sucking me while she continued with the vibe moaning around my cock. With her other hand she reached up between my legs and began pushing against the base of the plug again. I was in heaven as this beautiful girl sucked me while I was wearing her lingerie. Then she moved positioning herself so a mirror was right behind her and I could was her ass sway and the dildo disappearing between her sexy legs.

It didn’t take long looking at this sight and I was moaning and shaking as I neared my orgasm she was moaning around me as she was too. I reached down and slid my fingers into her pretty brunette hair just so I had something to hold onto. As I moaned I told her I was going to cum which only increased her efforts as she sucked harder and moved her mouth up and down on me quicker.

As she pressed on the plug again I began shooting my load into her mouth as she began shaking and moaning on my clit as she reached her own orgasm, her hips shook violently. She swallowed as best she could but my cum still ran out of her mouth and down her chin as she licked me clean she pulled the thong back up my legs over my hips. As she stood up she brought her toy to my mouth and I asked cleaning her juices of it with my mouth which she enjoyed watching. After a few minutes she pulled it away and kissed me. She said, “Thank you so much, I needed that and anytime to want me you can have me. We’ll have lesbian fun together.”

We both laughed at this and kissed again before I left the room and went back to Kevin who was laid back on the bed naked. His eyes lit up as he watched me come in and said, “Wow can my sis pick an outfit.”

With that he pulled me into bed with him and kissed me as he wrapped his arms around me. I felt asleep with my head on his chest as he rubbed his hands on my back thinking, ‘what a great idea it was to go to the beach.’

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