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When the back doorbell rang it caught me off guard because no one ever goes to the backdoor. The front door goes ding-dong while the backdoor just goes ding. So after opening the front door and finding no one there the back doorbell rang again. This time I headed right for it.

When I opened the door my new neighbor was standing there. She was about twenty years old, beautiful, and had gorgeous brown curly hair to her breasts. It was thick enough that I believe she could had gone topless and not been obscene.

Marjorie asked, “Would you like a little pussy?” Then she held up a tiny kitten.

I smiled and said, “You know I could have taken that two ways!”

Marjorie said, “You can have it both ways if you want!”

I smiled broadly and said, “Really?”

Marjorie said, “Sure! I think you’re cute.”

I replied, “And I really think you’re cute too.”

Marjorie pointed at her crotch and said, “You can have this pussy if you take this pussy.” Then she held up the tiny kitten.

I asked, “Does it have a name?”

Marjorie said, “Why don’t you call both pussies Marjorie?”

I said, “That sounds okay to me. Is she fixed?”

Marjorie again pointed to her crotch and said, “This one? No! But this one, yes.” As she held up the kitten again.

So I opened the door and invited them both in. She explained that she had gotten the kitten at a shelter and fell in love with it but that her husband told her to get rid of it or he would drown it. That caused a big fight last night and really pissed her off. She said that I could have all of the stuff that she bought too. She had a kitty litter pan, eating and drinking bowls, and enough food and litter to last a month or more.

Then she said, “If you let me come over every day to play with her then I’ll let you play with her” pointing to her crotch again.

I answered, “There is no way I can turn that down. Does your husband own a gun?”

Marjorie laughed and said, “No!” Then she pointed at my crotch and said, “This gun doesn’t work very well either.”

I said, “Oh I’m sorry to hear that.” I really wasn’t.

Marjorie said, “I’m lucky if I get it once a week. He changed after we got married. I just don’t excite him anymore.”

I said, “You excite the hell out of me!”

Marjorie said, “Then please make love to me now.”

I said, “Okay” and took her to my bedroom.

Marjorie put down the kitten and waited until I was looking before starting to undress. She put on the best show that I had ever seen before. She was breathtaking. When she revealed her breasts I sucked in a gulp of air. Her breasts were absolutely perfect. They were round, firm, and had the cutest pink nipple and areola that I had ever seen outside of a girly magazine. I was standing at full attention in anticipation of seeing her pussy next. The wait was excruciating but definitely worth it when she slid her sexy panties down her long legs. She had her pubic hair cut short and had shaved it into a heart shape on her pubic mound. Her pussy lips were shaved bald and I could see some moisture from her excitement. Then Marjorie got in the middle of my bed, tossed the pillows on the floor, held the kitten, and opened her legs inviting me in. I don’t remember undressing but I sure remember sliding my cock into her for the first time. It was an incredibly sensation. She had her first orgasm before I even got it all the way in. She really was excited and she needed this more than I did. It was a pleasure making love to this gorgeous lady. Marjorie had an orgasm every couple of minutes. I felt like a superhero for lasting thirteen minutes. She had six orgasms that made her eyes roll back into her head, her breathing to go raspy, and made her chest heave. I loved filling her pussy with my cream.

Marjorie then placed the kitten between her legs and told it to drink. urfa escort I watched that kitten lick her pussy. She cringed as the kitten’s tongue tore at her tender flesh. Cat’s tongues have sharp barbs on them and can really hurt. Marjorie endured it for as long as the kitten wanted to drink.

Marjorie looked at my erection and invited me back in for seconds. I loved it just as much and lasted longer. Marjorie again had an orgasm every couple of minutes. This time I last nineteen minutes and gave her nine orgasms. Once again Marjorie placed the kitten between her legs and told it to drink and I watch intently.

Marjorie looked up at me as the kitten licked her clit giving her yet another orgasm. She said that she had never had sixteen orgasms in an hour before and that her husband had never fucked her twice in a row like that. In fact she couldn’t remember him fucking her twice in the same day either.

Marjorie then asked, “Can we feed the kitten her cream like this every day?”

I replied, “It would be my pleasure.”

Marjorie said, “I need a nap! Would you be a dear and wake me up in an hour?”

I replied, “I’d love too.”

Marjorie said, “Maybe the kitten will be hungry again too.” Then she gave my cock a little squeeze.

In an hour I gentle pushed on her shoulder to wake her up. Marjorie opened her eyes, looked around the room, and smiled. Then she said, “I was afraid that it was all a dream.”

I said, “I had the same thought. That’s why I kept checking on you. The kitten never left your side. I even saw her go down and lick your pussy occasionally.”

Marjorie said, “That’s sweet. Shell we feed her again?”

I said, “Okay” and got on the bed as she opened her legs one more time.

We made love for twenty-one minutes and she had ten more orgasms. In her eyes I was a God! After I came she placed the kitten down there and told it to feed all it wanted. Then she opened her wet pussy lips up with her fingers. That kitten tried to get it all. It was amazing to watch.

Marjorie asked, “Can we do it one more time before my husband comes home at five-thirty?”

I replied, “I think so but shouldn’t we get the kitten’s stuff before that?”

Marjorie smiled and said, “She got plenty of stuff already.” Then she wiped her pussy with her hand, turned it over, and showed me that her hand was clean. Wow! That kitten sure loved my cum.

She got dressed to go outside but placed her sexy panties on my nightstand first. I went with her to help carry things back. It wasn’t much really just a bag of kitty litter and a bag of kitten chow. Marjorie carried the kitty litter pan with the two bowls and some toys in it. Marjorie promised to scoop out the litter every morning and feed the kitten for me.

After showing the kitten where her food and potty were she took her back up stairs so that we could make some more cream for her. This time I only lasted seventeen minutes and gave her eight orgasms. The kitten really enjoyed the cum.

Marjorie said, “I can not believe that you made love to me four times in just one day and gave me that many orgasms.

I said, “Well I kept track if you care.”

Marjorie said, “Please tell me.”

Then I said, “Well in the four times we made love so far they lasted a total of one hour and ten minutes and you had thirty-four orgasms including one that the kitten gave you.”

I added, “We could do it one more time if you’re sure he won’t come home before five-thirty.”

Marjorie said, “I’m sure. Right now I don’t care if he finds out or not. You are the best lover I ever had. But then again I have only had five lovers. There was the boy that took my virginity, my two high school sweethearts, my husband, and now you.”

This beauty was half my age but she certainly made me feel like I was a teenager and my cock thought that I was too as urfa escort bayan we made love for the fifth time that day. I added to my note, twenty minutes, nine orgasms, and two more from the kitten.

Marjorie hated to leave but assured me that she would be back in the morning just as soon as her husband left for work.

That evening I watched television with the kitten in my lap sleeping. I went to bed early. I was sure that I would need my rest for tomorrow.

I was up and had eaten breakfast when I saw Marjorie’s husband go off to work. I saw Marjorie run between our backyards and had the door open as she came in. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me like lovers that hadn’t seen one another in a long time. She picked up the kitten and asked it, “Are you hungry? Do want some good cream this morning?” Then she took my hand and led me to my bedroom.

Marjorie just had on a long T-shirt and nothing else, not even a pair of shoes. She jumped on the bed and spread for me cuddling the kitten to her breasts. I got on the bed and bent down to eat her pussy.

Marjorie said, “I was hoping that you would do that. I cleaned it out this morning. My husband has never gone down on me but expects me to go down on him whenever he wants me too.”

I couldn’t answer her with my tongue in her pussy.

Marjorie said, “Oh that’s it. Right there! Oh God! That feels so good. Please don’t stop. Oh! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” Then she had one tremendous orgasm that rocked her World.

I slipped my cock into her. I had been thinking of nothing else all morning. I made love to her for the first time that day knowing that I was going to try and do it more often than I had yesterday. I did too. Marjorie could not have been more pleased. We made love six times and she had forty-seven orgasms.

Marjorie was almost exhausted from pleasure. I knew that it was going to be an early bedtime for me too. I had cum eleven times in two days. That was some kind of record for me too. I hadn’t cum eleven times in the past year and that would only be from a hand job every now and then. I did have a girlfriend for a while the year before and I probably cum twenty to thirty times that year.

Marjorie was twenty-two and I was fifty but the age didn’t seem to matter in bed.

Every day even on the weekends Marjorie found a way to come over to feed the kitten our special cream. Of course on the weekends it was just one short lovemaking session but we sure made up for it during the week while her husband was at work.

For our one-month anniversary Marjorie told me that she was in love with me. I was pleased and surprise at the same time. All sorts of thoughts ran through my mind.

Marjorie said it again, “I’m in love with you.”

I said, “I love you too!”

That made her happy because she smiled, hugged me, and kissed me for a very long time before asking, “Can I move in with you and our kitten?”

I asked, “What about your husband?”

Marjorie said, “That son-of-a-bitch has been fucking my Bride’s Maid.”

I said, “Really?”

Marjorie said, “Yes! She came to the house last night. They told me that it started before the wedding. She is pregnant with his child. She wants us to get an annulment so that he can marry her. He wants that too. What should I do?”

I said, “Give it to him, move in here with me, and marry me.”

Marjorie said, “Really?”

I said, “Yes. I love you!”

Marjorie hugged me and I swear that she didn’t let go for a good half-hour. That gave her time to think. Marjorie said that she wanted me to help her move her things over before he came home. So I helped her move most of the stuff from her bedroom over to my bedroom. We took drawers over then carried the chest-of-drawers over too and put it all back together. She took what she wanted from the kitchen, living room, and escort urfa the bathroom. Then she took the computer, digital camera, and all of the CDs that she could find.

Marjorie said, “I let him take nude pictures of me and I don’t want him showing them to anyone.”

I just smiled and she said, “I’ll let you see them and take all that you want of me.”

After everything was moved to my place Marjorie asked me to make love to her on his bed. She left just the bottom sheet on the bed. We made love and then she made sure to rub her used pussy all over that sheet making as big a mess as she could. All I could think of was a woman scorned. Then Marjorie took a black marker and wrote ‘fuck you’ on the sheet in big letters.

As a final gesture I drove her to the bank where she emptied their joint account and closed it out. She explained to me that it was money from their wedding. People were asked to give money instead of a bunch of gifts that they didn’t want.

Back at my house she called the Phone Company, the Gas Company, and the Electric Company and had everything shut off because it was all in her name. She called her landlord and explained things to him too. Then she called a lawyer about getting an annulment as soon as possible. Wow this girl was not only beautiful and very good in bed but she was intelligent, forceful, and vengeful too.

That evening at five-thirty when he pulled into the driveway Marjorie was sitting on my front porch and gave him the finger with a big smile. He looked mad but went inside. He quickly came flying out of the house. As he approached my porch Marjorie smiled and pointed to the police car sitting across the street. Two police officers got out of the car and walked toward him. They served him with a notice that his wife was suing him for an annulment, an eviction notice to vacate his apartment, and said that if he took one more step toward her that he would be placed under arrest. He swore at the officers but went back inside. The officers tipped their hats toward Marjorie and said to call 911 if he started anything at all. Marjorie smiled and thanked them for everything. Then she gave me a big hug and kiss right out on the porch for everyone to see. I was looking over her shoulder and could see her husband looking out his bedroom window. He must have been furious. If Marjorie had left him any blinds or curtains I felt he would have closed them.

Later that evening the front doorbell rang. I answered it to find ‘the other woman’ standing there. She asked to come in and Marjorie said that it was okay. Janet apologized profusely. She said that Marjorie’s husband was furious but knew better than to get arrested. Janet said that he was moving in with her and would be out in a few days.

Marjorie asked Janet about her affair with her husband. Janet was very truthful. She had been seeing him since they had announced their wedding plans. Janet said that she was pretty sure that the day she got pregnant was on their wedding day. He had fucked her in her bride’s maid dress just minutes before the ceremony. Janet had a pussy full of his cum throughout the entire wedding. Janet also said that he was only good for one fuck a week. Marjorie laughed and said that Janet could have him because she had found a real man and that I was a hundred times better in bed than her husband was. Janet cried and apologized again before leaving.

A few weeks later her annulment was finalized. We had not heard from Janet or Marjorie’s husband since that day with the police.

Marjorie and I had know her annulment was coming any day now and we had our marriage license. So the judge that had just granted her annulment married us within five minutes. It was very special to Marjorie. She had not felt very good about ‘living’ with a guy without being married. Besides she thought that she might be pregnant too. We were positive that it was mine because she had a period a few days after moving in with me.

We were very happy together, the kitten grew up, and we had a daughter.

The End
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Santorini Paradiso Ch. 14

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Elena stood on tiptoes to peer over the top of the immaculate glass display case. She inhaled the heady aroma of freshly baked bread with an almost lusty appreciation. This time of day was a genuine treat. Not only was she able to get crusty yet impossibly light baguettes still hot from the oven, she was allowed to stroll about a city she’d only dreamed of before now.

Paris was utterly amazing. There was beauty everywhere one looked. Even the trash cans, “les poubelles”, were strangely picturesque. For an artist, there were few places more poignant — more revered. So all things considered, not the worst place in the world to spend your exile, she reasoned. She was grateful that Sybil had insisted she work hard on perfecting her French all through high school and college. Though rusty at first, it was all coming back to her and she was becoming more confident.

The boulanger, Jean-Luc, squinted at her across the glass surface. There was a tiny dusting of flour over one of his bushy eyebrows. His dark eyes twinkled mischievously.

“Salut, Celeste! Qu’est-ce que vous voudrez aujourd’hui, ma belle?” His voice was gravelly, and the squint was meant to be a sort of scowl, but the grin he wore especially for Elena was tugging at the corners of his mouth — just discernible through his salt and pepper beard.

Elena used the alias “Celeste Bellerose” here.

She grinned broadly back at him. “Bonjour, Jean-Luc, ça va bien, cheri? Je voudrais trois baguettes integrales, s’il vous plait! Avez-vous des tartes tatins?”

“Bien sur! Specialement pour vous, ma petite.” He winked, and turned to get her order together.

She pulled out some Euros to get ready to pay the cashier, one of Jean-Luc’s granddaughters. Looking up at the large mirror that covered most of back wall, Elena caught Dimitri’s watchful eye as he glanced over at her, before going back to sweeping the sidewalk and street around them.

The baker passed three baguettes over the tall case, careful to present them to her so she could grasp the paper bands around their middle. She slipped each into her mesh shopping tote, before reaching back for the boxed apple tart.

“Avant partir, goutez celui-ci, ma belle.” He handed across to her a warm, buttery Madeleine.

Elena gasped in pleasure, gently biting into the shell-shaped, spongy cake. She closed her eyes as the sensations flooded through her. “Mon dieu, Jean-Luc, c’est ravissant. Je me sens complètement commes Proust, alors!”

He barked in approving laughter. She wasn’t sure whether it was over her deep appreciation for his baking skills, or her reference to Marcel Proust and “Remembrance of Things Past.”

“Merci, mon oncle.” She loved giving him the familial nickname. He seemed to like it, too.

“Je vous en prie.” He grumbled affectionately, turning to the next customer, a friendly white-haired plump lady who was laughing along with them.

“A demain!” Elena said, moving over to pay at the register. His granddaughter smiled shyly at Elena, wishing her a nice day.

Though she and the entire Santorini household had only been in Paris about a month now, she’d already formed a few warm attachments in the neighborhood. Saint-Germain-des-Pres, or “Saint-Germain” for short, was part of the 6th arrondissement, situated along the left bank of the Seine. It has a renown spanning centuries. No wonder they felt so comfortable here.

As the spiritual center of the existentialist movement of the 1940s and 50s, the area was home to several legendary cafés and bookstores frequented by the likes of Hemingway, Sartre, Simone de Beauvoir and Camus. More importantly to Elena, it was where the Ecole des Beaux-Arts was located. The school’s illustrious alumni included Renoir, Bonnard, Eugene Delacroix, and Mary Cassat — to name just a few.

She joined Dimitri outside and he automatically relieved her of the packages, and crooked his elbow outward toward her so she could take his arm. It was a warm, gentlemanly action, but also practical for her added protection. This level of security — even in a place where they were as anonymous as they were here in the City of Lights — was something Elena didn’t even consider challenging now.

They walked along the cobbled streets, and Elena breathed a happy sigh. She had not yet started to show, but she felt the presence of the life growing inside her perpetually, and when she wasn’t experiencing moments of morning sickness — which thankfully wasn’t every day and wasn’t too bad — the feeling of carrying this little being filled her with joy. It gave her an uncanny radiance. Even the blasé Parisians they passed couldn’t help staring at the lovely young woman. Elena barely noticed, but it kept Dimitri on constant alert. He had been anxious about the boys’ idea to hide in plain sight this way. But even Selene and Aphrodite agreed that the intensity, constant noise and stimulation of a vibrant city like Paris would make hiding them a lot easier.

Their Side escort residence was an astonishing maison that belonged to some paramour of Aphrodite. She wouldn’t say who, but it must have been someone with a great deal of money and influence, because the security system in the Art Nouveau style townhouse was cutting edge. Elena knew that the goddesses, along with Sybil, had also procured several forms of — what did they call them? “Wards?” Which would help to cloak them from deities who might be able to otherwise detect their bloodlines and powers.

The five story house had a walled courtyard out back that contained a wonderfully landscaped secret garden. Best of all, there was a garret — an attic on the top floor — that they turned into a studio for Elena. The south side of the high sloping roof was made entirely into a symmetrical web of glass panes.

Maria and Dimitri had an attached one-bedroom apartment on the ground floor, with a separate entrance just beyond the massive, restaurant-quality kitchen. The huge main foyer boasted a white marble floor and a wide curving staircase flanked by wrought iron balustrades. There were two parlors, a lovely courtyard-facing breakfast room, a massive formal dining room with an ancient mahogany table that seated twenty-four people, a fully-stocked library, and five full upstairs bedrooms — three of which were ensuite, while the other two shared an opulent connected bathroom.

They kept a car in a little private garage down the block, the trunk loaded with suitcases of spare clothing, fake identities, cash in several denominations, and emergency supplies in case they ever needed to leave quickly.

When the idea of escaping Santorini was first being discussed, Elena wondered what their lives might be like when they left the idyllic environment of the island and their magical villa. Somehow, she imagined they would be “on the lamb” — like in a spy novel, moving desperately from place to place, sleeping wherever they could.

She should have known her boys better, she supposed, stifling a little giggle at the absurd melodrama her imagination had conjured up.

Dimitri shot her a sidelong glance, noting that something was amusing her. The corner of his mouth curved in a sympathetic grin. He had grown extremely fond of the sweet young woman and found her burgeoning powers to be astonishing. His fierce loyalty and sense of duty toward her flowed through him, filling him with strength and vigor. Maria, too, had become devoted to the engaging little thing. It was as if the love she carried spilled over into those around her, infusing them with energy.

They rounded the corner to the narrow alley that led to their house. Elena’s head snapped up, and a beautiful smile broke through as she looked up at one of the second floor windows. Dimitri followed her gaze, and saw Adonis smiling down at them. He could feel a tingle of electricity run through the arm she held as the two lovers locked eyes, seemingly having a conversation without words.

She suddenly laughed, looking down at the ground, a blush suffusing her cheeks. The tingling grew into a much stronger current that was almost painful. Dimitri stiffened involuntarily, his stride slowing a little as he looked down at his arm. The hairs on his wrist were standing on end, and the hands on his wristwatch were spinning frantically around the dial.

Realizing what she had unconsciously been doing, Elena gasped – stopping and pulling her hand away quickly. The electrical charge stopped instantly. His watch returned to normal.

She looked at Dimitri, her face a portrait of horrified apology. “Dimitri — I am so, so sorry!” She breathed, shaking her head. The front door of the house opened and Adonis ran out to meet them.

Dimitri smiled reassuringly: “No, Miss Elena — no apologies are needed, I promise you. It didn’t hurt. Don’t distress yourself.” He ran a calming hand down her upper arm in an effort to comfort her and let her know he was not afraid to touch her.

“What happened?” Adonis had reached them, pulling Elena gently into his arms. In rapid, elegant Greek, Dimitri summarized the incident, shrugging in an unconcerned manner, saying he was fine. Meanwhile, he was ushering them both inside the safety of the house.

Elena seemed embarrassed, but also anxious. A state neither man wanted for her, given her condition. As Dimitri walked through to the kitchen with the shopping bags, Adonis folded Elena into a tight, deeply soothing hug. His lips moved across her forehead.

She sighed, relaxing into his chest. Her heartbeat slowed back down to normal.

“What is happening to me, Adoni?” She whispered. “This is the second time I’ve done this to Dimitri — both times completely accidentally. I’m not even aware I’m doing it.”

“First, you didn’t hurt him, so don’t worry about that. And second, I confess, my darling, that I don’t know what this power is, exactly. We should discuss it with your parents, Escort side I think.”

She made a noise of agreement, and snuggled closer to his massive frame. She heard his breathing become more audible. He murmured her name against her skin. The neck of his dress shirt was unbuttoned to his breastbone. Elena pressed her lips to his bare skin where it opened. He made a growling noise that rumbled in his chest, making her emit a low, throaty laugh.

His lips moved down her temple, her cheek, and then over to her ear. His hands were gliding over her back, down to her firm ass. He cupped her curvaceous bottom, pulling her lower body tighter against his, rubbing his hardening length against her very sensually. Elena moaned into his chest, grinding right back. Her heartbeat started to accelerate again, but now for a different reason.

Adonis grabbed her hand and tugged her up the stairs. “Come with me, agape-mou.” His voice was hoarse with desire, and she felt an excited little ripple run through her belly all the way down to her pussy, causing a sudden rush of moisture.

He pulled her into their bedroom suite on the second floor, shutting the door decisively behind them. In Paris, the trio shared one bedroom. There didn’t seem to be much point in maintaining three separate rooms. They kept the other rooms open for periodic visits from Elena’s parents, Sybil and Aphrodite.

Adonis pulled Elena back to him almost roughly, lifting her off the floor as he held her, his mouth coming down hard on hers. She wound her arms around his neck, returning his kisses with a violent passion of her own. They kicked off their shoes as he walked them toward the massive bed. Elena sank her teeth into Adonis’ lower lip, eliciting a groan from him. He threw her lightly onto the bed.

She lay where she landed for a moment, gazing up at him. Her eyes were heavy-lidded and glazed with desire. The dress she was wearing was hiked up, revealing her shapely thighs.

Without words, she asked “Petros?”

Adonis moved onto the bed slowly, his lips running along the top of her knee, then her lower thigh and her upper thigh. He mentally replied, the sound washing through her like a gentle wave: “He’s been out doing some research, but is on his way back now.”

Dimly, somewhere further back in her head, she could almost feel Petros telling her “I’m coming, my ‘Lena…” She smiled sexily and moaned as Adonis’s lips created a line of fire at the edge of her panties. He gently nipped her skin with his teeth and she squealed, laughing, her body trembling beneath him.

Rising up onto his knees, looming over her masterfully, he unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged out of it, then reached for her dress, untying the sash at her waist and tugging it up over her head. Goosebumps rose on her skin. The afternoon sun that filtered through the lacy window sheers made a pattern of light across Elena’s body and the coverlet. Adonis looked down at her. His expression wasn’t tender — he looked as if he wanted to devour her whole. A delighted shiver of excitement ran over her. She reached for the buckle of his belt, eager to see the rest of her beautiful man. The large bulge in the front of his pants made her mouth water. As she unbuttoned and unzipped him, she ran her hands lovingly over his increasingly hard shaft. He inhaled sharply, making a hissing sound through his teeth.

Adonis grabbed her wrists and in a surprise move, slammed them back on the bed above her head, his body pressing her into the mattress. She gasped just as his mouth came down on hers, a deep growl rumbling in his throat.

He ground against her, his cock feeling like a spear as it pushed against her pussy. Her panties were soaking wet and she made a little frustrated noise that they were still wearing too many articles of clothing. Her breasts were aching inside the bra, which now felt itchy and confining.

Adonis pushed off his trousers and underwear in one swift motion. He looked down at her knickers for half a moment, then as if against his will, slammed his face into her crotch. Elena shouted up to the ceiling. She could feel his scorching hot mouth through the fabric, and arched her hips upward in offering. There was a tingling in her folds as if an orgasm was already building. He hooked his fingers into the waistband and impatiently yanked them down, pulling her legs out and up, baring her to him completely. He immediately pressed his mouth to her quivering nether lips. His tongue pushed between the cleft, as he greedily lapped up her spicy wetness.

Elena raised herself up a little to watch what he was doing. Adonis locked eyes with hers — his were a shade of green so deep they almost looked black. He moved his face side to side rapidly, as his tongue flicked over her distended clit, his moan causing even more vibration. Elena purred, dropping her head back on the pillows in pleasure. He pushed her thighs further upward, spreading her wider before him, and ran his tongue down, Side escort bayan through her tender opening, and the flesh below it, to the little rosebud of her ass. Elena gasped, her chest heaving, and crossed her arms over her face as if to hide. His mouth was driving her crazy.

She felt him push the tip of his tongue inside her tight little hole. It felt so naughty and so wonderful. The intimacy was intense. He could feel her “yes” inside his head and growled a bit as he plundered further inside. With one hand, he teased her lonely clit, dramatically escalating her excitement. She whimpered a little.

But Adonis wanted to make her cum, so dragged his magical tongue back up, stopping to fuck her with it a few times, gratified to hear the noises she was making grow louder, and then returned to her ripe little bud. The fingers that had been teasing her held the flesh around it open as he attacked anew with his tongue. Her slick was everywhere and he loved the taste of her. With his other hand, he slid two fingers inside her as he began in earnest to extract her first orgasm. Curving his fingers to access her g-spot, he clamped his lips down on her clit, sucking it into his mouth as he slapped the flat of his tongue against it. The fingers inside her made a sort of snapping motion.

Elena came undone. Her body convulsed and she covered her mouth with her hands to try to stifle the scream as a white hot orgasm exploded inside her, spreading tendrils of electricity out and through her limbs. A gush of ejaculate flooded Adonis’s hand. He moaned happily as he tapped the wordless bliss of her jumbled thoughts.

Gentling his actions, he slowly removed his fingers as her body jerked periodically in aftershocks. He kissed his way up her body, removing her bra carefully before taking first one, then the other tender nipple into his mouth. She groaned loudly at this, as her breasts and nipples ached. Somehow his mouth soothed them and awakened another wave of eroticism in her. He looked down at her, slipping his wet fingers into his mouth. Elena blushed, shrugging a little in a sort of apology. He closed his eyes in pleasure at the taste of her. Then he looked back into her eyes with a devilish gleam, and offered his fingers to her. She unhesitatingly accepted them as he slid them between her lips. A low growl in his throat as he watched her taste herself through heavy-lidded eyes. She felt him grind against her, and his cock left a tiny trail of precum along her thigh.

Her hands cupped the sides of his face as she softly begged: “Please fuck me now, agape-mou.”

He positioned himself between her legs, one hand guiding the head of his cock to her trembling opening. The both moaned as he pushed slowly inside her. The heat and wetness of her tight tunnel made his insertion easy, but his size filled her completely, as always, and she made a sound of triumph as the tip of him pressed into her cervix. He rested there a moment, allowing her body to adjust to him.

Adonis kissed her, brushing damp tendrils of hair from her flushed face. There was a fierce frown on his face as he said in a low whisper: “Je t’adore, Elena. I love you so much.”

She sighed up a him, a happy tear sliding out of the corner of one eye. “Et je t’adore, aussi, Adoni. S’agapo poly.”

His mouth came back down on hers, and his hips began to move. Elena raised her hips toward him, meeting him stroke for stroke. He groaned each time he bottomed out inside her, she ran her hands along his muscular back, loving the feeling of the tension rippling beneath his smooth, taut skin. Adonis savored the feeling of tightness, the heat and slick moisture of her channel as it clenched, seeming to pull him in and milk his aching cock.

Their mouths did battle, tongue attacking tongue, teeth sinking into lips. Beads of perspiration coated their straining bodies. Elena wrapped her legs around his waist, squeezing him, lifting herself off the bed in her frantic desire to cleave closer to him. He was talking in a low, husky voice — a stream of ancient Greek that she didn’t literally understand, but the gist was abundantly clear. Her senses were blending in that delicious confusion — she felt high from the adrenaline — as if she could taste color and feel the sounds he made.

Adonis reached behind him and grabbed hold of her ankles, unhitching them, and then swung them both over so he was on his back and Elena was astride him. She arched her back and slammed her body down on top of his, his hard shaft spearing her deep, and dragging across the front wall of her pussy as she undulated. Her hands were braced on his hard abs as she rode him. He gazed up at her, mesmerized, his hands resting on her lean thighs.

She felt Petros enter the room. Breathing a happy sigh, she felt a sense of completeness that compounded the luxurious pleasure she’d been experiencing with his brother one-to-one. He’d removed his clothes quietly and efficiently, and joined them on the bed, kneeling behind Elena as he ran his elegant, strong hands down her body, cupping and molding her sensitive breasts, making her groan from the pain/joy he created. His mouth moved down the side of her neck; he sank his teeth softly where her shoulder became curved.

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