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His eyes…burning red as I sit back on the throne, my body open for him to see…his hands start with my hair…running his fingers through, wrapping around the strands as he draws me closer, his hot breath on my forehead. I close my eyes as he kisses..over my eyes, my cheeks then finding my lips, his mouth covering mine…I slip my tongue between his lips and enter his mouth, exploring, finding his tongue and catching it I bite lightly and draw him in deep…tasting him, his growls of passion heard as I start to suck gently, then stronger as I feel his tongue start to grow…its length flickering at the back of my throat. I moan deeply as I feel his hands move down my naked body, he covers my breasts as I lift and mold them into hands that suddenly spread out, covering me fully. His thumb and forefingers manipulating my nipples, rubbing and pinching, they are swelling..filled..the sensitivity heightened as the passion flows over me, the wetness between my legs growing more with each touch…wanting him. My breath catches and I moan again as I feel his palms change..tiny mouths and tongues grow on each..licking and sucking both nipples as his body changes with his leech being set free…a body changing, made for fulfilling a woman, fulfilling himself. Anadolu Yakası Escort His hands, the mouths on each, engulfing my nipples, sucking and biting both..harder…almost drawing blood, I am in a frenzy, the feeling of exquisitness, the ecstasy overcomes me as my legs shudder and I come…soaking the cushion beneath me.

And as if knowing..he moves one hand down…covering me, feeling the wetness leak out of my throbbing body, elongating a finger he quickly slips it in..and again..I wash over him as I feel his finger growing inside…probing me…the tip of the finger having a tongue now…flickering deep inside me…I scream aloud as I feel that…passion over flowing…his one hand still sucking on a nipple…sucking hard..the nipple stretching and swelling, he covers my mouth with his again…cutting off another loud moan…his thumb…it changes into another mouth that covers my swollen clit and while being licked, sucked and entered I cry out from under his lips, violently as a massive climax flows from me, my body trembling hard, my come flooding over him, drenching him..my hands gripping the arms of the throne so hard that they are bloodless.

He quickly moves down and covers me with his mouth, drinking Avrupa Yakası Escort me in, tongue searching..playing with my clit as his finger is still deep inside of me…the tongue there continuing as well. I feel his hardness…his cock against my leg “I want to taste you” I throatily say and I suddenly feel myself being turned on the throne, my legs thrown open wide over the back of the chair and my head dangling over the bottom…I see him in front of my face..reaching out to me, I quickly take my hands and bring him to my open mouth…running my tongue over… then inside…the tip opening enough for me to slip my tongue inside…then with a thrust of his hips…he rams his cock into my mouth, stopping only at the back of my throat, I swallow greedily and move my head so that he fills me more, sucking his cock with passion and then moaning loudly as I feel his mouth again on me…his fingers spreading me open, sucking on my clit with equal passion then using his tongue, enters deeply – it changes..becomming a cock itself as he fucks me with his mouth…I suck harder on him, almost screaming again as I am being fucked…his hands both back on my nipples…sucking…his cock ramming faster in my throat and his tongue İstanbul Escort fucking me harder as his lips grab my clit and sucks…another climax hits as I feel his come hitting the back of my throat…wave upon wave hits me…my body violently shuddering, neither of us stopping…continuing to suck.

Then picking me up, he roughly lays me over the side of the throne..entering me from behind, sliding in noisily as I am slick with come, fucking me hard..roughly, hands covering each breast…the hands still the same, then moving a hand to my mouth as it changes again into a cock…I almost faint as I am being fucked now…my mouth and my cunt, both equally…both roughly…his mouth now..biting and sucking on my neck…his palm biting and sucking my nipple…I am being filled….from everywhere…I cannot hold any longer…my body shaking as a roar escapes his lips, the leech fully emerged, my body feeling like it is being split in two as I take him all in, we fall back to the ground as the explosion hits…his cock still buried inside me…the massive throbs forcing his come deep inside me…as is his finger….coming from the cock there as well…filling my mouth…forcing me to swallow so as not to choke as I lay atop him…I cry out one last time as the last of the orgasms hits….and continues….

We are both spent, both soaked with the fluids of the other…he turns my body around to face him and kisses me deeply…I look into his eyes, running a hand over his face… “My Lord…, My Body…Soul, My Love…yours forever…”

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Please note: The story is fiction. However, things I say about myself like a general description, how I perform sexually, good or bad, is true. I am not a good writer, I admit, but, I do enjoy writing erotica. Generally, my stories are all true. This story is a fantasy. Thank you.

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Amber was constantly on my mind…whether at work, or, play, or while I was resting….I couldn’t get her out of my head. Whenever my thoughts turned to her, which was so much of the time, my cock got stiffer then what it was and I kept thinking about the next time I was going to be with her.

It was a warm, calm Saturday afternoon and I had arranged with you to go on a picnic. I picked you up at your apartment. When I pulled up, you were standing there, on the sidewalk, in very tight mini-shorts and a loose blouse.

You climbed in the car and I drew in the heady scent of your perfume, my eyes perusing your incredible body. You slid over on the seat real close to me and we kissed softly. Then, I faced for- ward, put the car in low gear and took off. Your left arm was up and behind my head, your fingers trailing through my hair and your right arm was down,….your long fingers sliding all along the great bulge in my trousers.

I drove to Central Park and we found a remote, quiet location. I grabbed the basket from the back seat and the blanket and we walked several feet from the car. I was walking behind you watching every curve of your magnificent ass moving under your mini-shorts and your blouse was a short one with a revealing midriff. Your long, wavy hair was down, bouncing on your shoulders as you moved.

I set the basket down and we spread the blanket on the closely cut grass. Then, we settled on it and I drew out a bottle of cold champagne. I poured it in the narrow-neck glasses. Then, we tapped them and sipped, your eyes, glaring with a very promising look on me. You hunkered up real close to me and with the flat of your hand, you pushed me down. Then,…you leaned over me and I watched your beautiful face descend, your pouty, full, lipsticked lips moving to my own.

Your arm went around my head as the kiss intensified. It was divine. We held this kiss for a while, our mouths moving, our tongues searching while your long fingers glided to my zipper and we both heard it as you drew it down. Then, with your hand on the right side of my beltline and my hand on the left we both drew my trousers down my legs.

You turned your head, looking at my crotch and your eyes flared when you saw my long length poking through the fly of my shorts. “Look, Hoot! Look how ready it is! It is always ready when I am with you,” you commented. “God!…How can it not be? You are soooo vivacious and sexy,” I answered. “You know what I expect,….don’t you?” you asked. “Yes,…I think I do,” I said excitedly. You hooked your fingers in the elastic waistband of my shorts and started to pull on them as I raised my hips. You drew them down my legs and off of my feet.

“Good!….Because, THIS time,….I am going to handle it,” you said with great promise. Generally,….I….like to control the action, but, knowing you I knew this was going to be terribly exciting, so, I not only let you continue,….I encouraged you to. You moved away from me for a moment and dug into the basket I had carried over. You drew out a can of whipped cream and you shook it, looking at me with a knowing smile as you did so. I smiled back and my cock was so hard, it hurt! You also drew out the very silky slip I always used when I was wanking.

After shaking the can for a moment or two, you set it down on the blanket, and, on your knees, facing me, you began to unbutton your blouse. As your fingers worked the buttons, I could see your cleavage and the insides of your big, full tits. Then,….you moved it off Anadolu Yakası Escort of your shoulders and placed it on the blanket. I laid there,…my breaths coming in short gasps as your hands rolled all over your big tits. I could actually feel my big balls filling as you rolled them together tightly, allowing me to gaze at the deep cleavage your action caused.

“I know, Hoot, those things that give you your biggest climaxes, and, I will do two of those things right now,” you said to me with a big smile. “But,…I….will handle everything, baby! You just lie there and enjoy,….okay?” “Um,…..y-y-y-yes,” I answered, my voice cracking from my excite- ment. You then picked up the whipped cream can and you pressed it’s nozzle, and, although it was at room temperature, as it spread across my cock, it felt cool. You sprayed and sprayed,…coating my entire cock and balls with it. Then,…you turned it on yourself, and, shot big, long gobs of it in your cleavage and on the inside of your luscious tits.

When you were satisfied that you had used the whipped cream the way you wanted, you moved on your knees so that you were between my legs. Your hands went out and you pressed the inside of my thighs making my legs spread wider apart. Then,…you moved up on your knees so that your body was very close to my own.

As I felt your soft belly against the underside of my coated shaft, I began to pump my hips. You were holding your tits just wide enough apart to allow my cock to slip up between them. Then,…with the flat of your hands at the sides of your tits, you pressed them together and I gasped as I felt the full flesh of your tits, coated with the cream, move against the sides of my hard shaft!

I couldn’t keep my eyes off of your full, firm, jutting tits and I was taking deep, long breaths of air as my shaft slid up, up, up your cleavage, and, as it rode higher, you tilted your head and I saw you open your sexy mouth as wide as I had ever seen you do it and, my body flinched and shivered when you stabbed your tongue at the large, open hole in the tip where you drove it down into the hole. You scooped out the pre-cum that was there, then, you slid your tongue all over the outside of the tip, taking in the whipped cream that was gobbed on it. My fingers gripped the blanket hard as your mouth, lips and tongue moved all over my length,…and,…as I pumped, your mouth was able to swoop down to my balls where you sucked the cream from them.

You swallowed, making sure your throat walls were coated with the sweet-tasting whipped cream! You rolled your big tits all around my shaft after hunching your shoulders forward and I felt your lips glide down my length! I pumped and very soon, you picked up the rhythm as your lips rolled along my hard cock, your mouth open so wide your jaw looked as though it dislodged itself from your jaw bone.

I watched, almost in disbelief, as each inch I pumped through your folded tits appeared as though they were disappearing in your mouth! Then,…you swooped down on it in one sudden move, and, I hollered, aloud, when I felt the big, open tip and the inches behind it, slip along your tight, gripping throat walls! When my ass returned to the blanket, I felt my cock slip back up through your throat walls and move into your mouth where you then, bounced your tits against the sides of my shaft and slid them up and down my long length.

“UUUHHHHH!!!!!” I groaned, clenching my fists and jaw as your won- derful tits loved my cock. Up, down,…up,…down,…you slid your tits along my entire length and the gism was churning in my now, full balls. You whipped your tongue, side to side, through your lips and this only excited me more.

“I’ll handle your cream, Hoot!” you said, so, I slid my body back supporting my spine with a couple of pillows to Bostancı Escort put me in a half-sitting position. You reached for the silky slip and filled your hand with it and moved your hand to my big balls and shaft, where you began to cup, fondle, and, roll them, and, I knew this was going to make me explode.

“UUHHHHHOOOOHHHHHH!!!!!!” I cried out, and, you felt my cock thicken in your hand. My body stiffened and the first hot column left my full balls and raced up the vein on the bottom of my shaft. Your hand slid up my length, and, you gripped it several inches under the tip. You aimed the tip toward your face, and,….whoosh,….the first column flew from the large, open tip, and you shut your eyes as you felt it’s hot, thick stream flow across your eyebrows.

Your mouth was open in a half-smile and it was easy to see you truly loved doing this. A thick rope of cum was strung across the bottom of your forehead and the top of your eyebrows. You aimed it again, and, another long, creamy column escaped me, flying onto your cheek where you pushed my shaft, slowly, gradually, to the side so you could feel the column roll across your nose and onto the other cheek. Two sec- onds later, you felt another column leave my cock, landing on the left side of your chin where you moved my shaft so it would string across to the other side.

By this time, the first column, on the upper part of your face, was rolling slowly down,…across your eyes, down both sides of your nose where it met the second column I had delivered to you and I could see it started to coat the flesh of your face. Then, when those two col- umns merged, they continued to slowly roll down, crossing your lips and moving to your chin.

With eagerness, your tongue came out and you licked your lips, taking in cum that had gathered there, and, I heard you swallow it. With one hand on the upper part of my cock, guiding it, your other hand, silk- filled, fondled and cupped my big balls. A couple of seconds later, my body stiffened again and my head rolled back as you directed another column to spray on the top of your right breast and you moved my shaft, like a hose, across your chest, making sure the column shot onto both tits. Again, it was like a long rope as it landed, and, with it being so thick, it began to roll slowly down your tits, and, onto your nip- ples before it slid along the inward sweep of your lovely, big tits.

Another column leaped from me, and, you aimed it so it would spray underneath your tits from one side of your waist to the other.

The columns, so far, all began to run into each other, leaving a thick coat of the flesh it had covered. How you so loved it’s heat, thickness, and, wetness. By this time, you realized there was still a lot left in me, so, you provoked it by moving your silk-filled hand at blinding speed against my emptying balls. You reaimed the next spray so it would land across your tits and nipples, already coated with the earlier releases. The next one, you directed my cock so it would land across your lips and cheeks, and, the next, you aimed at your upper face, then, your hair,….both of us marveling at how it left my shaft, shot into the air the short distance, and,….splat- tered on your body.

I continued to expel great amounts of hot gism, and, you,…still holding my shaft just behind the tip, directed it’s sprays, over and over again,….across your face,….your nose,…..eyes,…forehead, ….lips and mouth and, every once in a while you would open your mouth wide and allow my cum to blast into it where you would swallow all you could! You reveled in doing this,….and,…it seemed to me, you wanted most of it to impact your face. 32 seconds,….35,….37 and, at the 41st second,…you allowed the final release to smack against your lips. Oh,….how coated your Erenköy Escort face was when your silk- filled provoked the final drops from my now empty balls!

I collapsed on the blanket and, you, right away, grabbed your blouse and put it on. Then, you leaned over me while I layed there, my eyes shut, catching my breath and you said, “C’mon Hoot,…let’s go over to the Park Central bar.

I opened my eyes and looked at you,…your face entirely coated and, I could see my cum on your chest that your blouse did not cover. “What!….You want to go there,….like that?” I said, pointing to you. “Of course. You ought to know how much I love this,” you said with a smile. “Okay,….if that is what you want to do.” I raised up and packed up our things,…the food still in the basket and, I dressed and we left. We were near one edge of the park, and, I knew we only had to cross the street to get to the bar. So, we put the things in the car and headed, on foot, toward the bar,…you still coated with my gism.

When we got to the front door of the bar, I turned to you and said, “You sure you want to do this?” “Of course, Hoot,…..c’mon!” you answered. I shrugged my shoulders and we entered. The bar and lounge were crowded. I found a table and we sat. When the waiter came up to us, he stared at you,…and,…I could see a thousand questions in his mind. “What,……what,…..what,….will you….have?” he asked quite nervously. Everyone sitting around us stared. Their eyes were on you, but, you just sat there with a wry smile on your pretty face, and, told him what you wanted. I did the same.

He left and I looked at you. Your face was so coated it appeared like you had on one of those face masks that women generally apply just before they go to bed. The men and the women around us contin- ued to look, and, we could make out low whispers coming from them, like, “Does she have what I think she has,…on her face?” It didn’t phase you. Apparently you had done this before. “I told you, Hoot,…I love it when the cum is coated all over me.” I wondered, when it set in with the people around us, that they were seeing what they thought they were,….that it all came from one man – me! You continued to stare at me with somewhat of a puz- zled look on your face. Then, you smiled when you had a thought. “I wonder if they have any conception at all that all this gism came from one man.” I shrugged my shoulders.

The waiter came back carrying our drinks. He, again, glared at you, set the drinks down and left. We hoisted our glasses, tapped them and drank. People around us were still buzzing. A couple came from the bar, stood about 20 feet from us and just stared, tilting their heads toward each other, whispering. You took out your mirror from your purse. You stared into it. “My, my,….you did do a job on me, Hoot!” you said, smiling. I just sat there, not knowing what to say or do. “C’mon, Hoot,….relax! Let them look,” you said.

We spent a little time there, having our drinks. Then, you looked up at me and said, “C’mon, Hoot,….let’s go,…..take me home…be- cause I want all that gism,” and you pointed at me, “inside of me.” You leaned to me and added, “In my pussy,….my ass,….between my tits,….and,….in my mouth and down my throat!”

I was starting to sweat. We got up and left and I went to the cashier and paid for our drinks. The cashier was a woman and she looked beyond me, at you,…and,…took my money. We made our way back to the car in the park, and, my cock was rag- ing hard again! We climbed in, and took off and as I drove, you were sitting close to me again,…your hand between my legs, rubbing my cock and fondling my balls on the outside of my trousers. I took a deep breath knowing when we got to your place,…there was going to be a lot of fornicating going on.

(To be cont’d……)

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I am very aware I am a bit of an exhibitionist. Part of the attraction of the gang bangs I enjoy so much, is that as well as all the cock I get I am very conscious of all the eyes watching me, all thinking to themselves that they would love to fuck me That’s why fucking in public is so exciting, or dogging in local car parks. It’s the excitement, the unknown, plus the guarantee of a good fuck at the end of it.

I read somewhere that the brain is the biggest sex organ, and that is certainly the case for me, I can get wet just thinking about sex, although I do appreciate a nice big cock to finish me off. I have been fucked in lots of places, buses, trains, mini cab, phone box, public toilets etc. The cab driver watched us all the way in his mirror, took a long route, and still had the nerve to overcharge me.

One night we were coming home from London on a late train, there were a few people on the train, but none in the same section as us. Of course, with trains nowadays it is possible to walk the length of the train, so anyone could walk along at any time, but this only made it more exciting. I was cuddled up to David, with my hand resting on the top of his thigh. I felt him move his position slightly so my hand was gently lying on his cock.

I started to caress it through his trousers, feeling it harden. I manoeuvred his hardening cock to ensure it was pointing to his waist, because I knew then it would grow out the top of his trousers as it hardened. It didn’t take long for my hand, still working through the material of his trousers to get him as solid as a rock. My hand followed the hard shaft up to his trouser waistband, and wasn’t disappointed to see the swollen bulbous head of his cock sticking out for me.

I slid my mouth down to his waist and licked the head, flicking my tongue over the bulging veins just below the head. I could feel him getting agitated and his breathing getting heavier. I unzipped his fly and his wonderful hard cock leapt to attention. I wrapped my lips around it and sucked it into my warm wet mouth. I slid as much as I could down my throat, but couldn’t take it all. In spite of his 8″, in the right position, I can take the full length, but huddled up on a train I couldn’t get it all inside.

I started to tease his cock mercilessly. He has a very large bulbous head, and I love gripping the shaft gently with my teeth, then trying to pull my mouth over the head. I knew I could make him cum in my mouth very easily at this stage, but resisted the temptation, wanting the game to last.

I had one hand between my legs playing with my pussy. That must have been an automatic reaction, because I couldn’t remember making a conscious decision to touch myself up in public, but it was definitely my two fingers in my cunt.

I suddenly felt as if I was being watched, and looking diagonally into the next section I saw a man sitting there watching us. His hand was resting on the bulge in his trousers. He was a bit older than me, perhaps mid thirties, but looked smart.

David was still sitting there in ecstasy, eyes closed, as I sucked his cock, oblivious to the watcher. I withdrew his cock and started running my tongue up and down his shaft. This enabled me to look at the stranger while still giving David attention.

I caught his eye, and he looked away. I continued looking straight at him, knowing it wouldn’t be long before he had to look up again. When he did look up he saw me still looking at him, with a welcoming smile on my face.

This time he continued to watch me, stroking his cock through his trousers. I lifted one leg onto the seat opposite and spread my legs, so he could clearly see my fingers going in and out of my pussy. He got braver and hornier, and pulled his hard cock out of his trousers and started playing with himself.

I withdrew my hand from my pussy and beckoned him to come over to join us, but he just ignored me, but continued stroking his cock. I put my fingers back into my pussy and played with myself, but still he just watched me.

I took a very brief interlude from my licking, and mouthed the words “Come and stick your cock in my cunt.” I engulfed David’s cock again, taking it in until it hit the back of my throat. I knew the man would come over, let’s face it, what man wouldn’t accept the offer.

I was unaware the man had joined us until I felt something pushing against my pussy lips. He wasn’t gentle at all, I think because he knew he wasn’t far from cumming, and just rammed his cock into me. As he entered me I hooked one leg around his waist and desperately started to fuck him. I knew this would be a quickie so sucked hard on David’s throbbing cock.

The stranger came first, and it was only then as David heard the noise he was making and opened his eyes, he realised I had a stranger fucking me. The image finished all resistance, and he came into my mouth, holding the back of my head and bucking against me until I had engulfed the Bostancı Escort lot in my mouth.

The stranger collapsed in the seat opposite me, I don’t think he knew what to say.

“Hi, I’m David, the very pretty girl you have just been fucking is Charly.” David said, as casually as if they had just been introduced at a party.

“I’m Tony.” he answered hesitantly

“Yes I’m Charly.” I continued, cum still dribbling from my mouth “an extremely frustrated Charly who has just made you two cum, but needs a good seeing to herself.” I Looked straight at Tony and asked “I hope you will come home with us and fuck my brains out?”

It was only a short walk from the station to David’s flat. I hooked one arm through each of their arms and we walked along as a threesome, in a strange silence for a couple of minutes. I decided to break the ice, stepping in front of Tony, throwing my arms around his neck, and kissing him passionately.

His hands came down to my arse and pulled me tight against him. I ground my pussy against his groin as if I was fucking him, forcing his lips apart I started searching for his tonsils, getting my tongue as deep inside him as I could. I withdrew a little so I could look into his eyes.

“I hope you are going to give me a really good fuck, and use me for your pleasure.” I said

“What about David?” he stuttered, it was obvious he wasn’t used to girls like me

“There are only two of you, and I have three holes, so what’s the problem?” I replied, I gave him a sexy smile, licked my lips suggestively, gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and we continued on our way.

David opened the door and stepped back for me. I walked straight into the hall and turned on the light. I caught a glimpse of myself in the hall mirror. I was wearing a short black dress, flared at the bottom, and a white blouse with a black pattern on it, worn outside of my skirt. A black bra, panties and high heel shoes completed the outfit. In spite of the adventures on the train my make up still looked pretty good. As David closed the door I span round three times, the flared skirt rising to show my black panties. As I stopped spinning I pulled my blouse over my head, my breasts fighting to escape from my bra. I eased my fingers into the material and lifted my breasts clear of the material. I played with them, rubbing my thumb over the nipple, watching it harden. I looked Tony straight in the eye, and kept eye contact with him as I removed the bra. I watched his eyes go down to my breasts, then back up to my watching eyes.

Without taking my eyes of him I stepped closer, reached down and undid his flies, my hand darting inside to find his hard again cock. Without looking down I eased his cock out, and stroked it a few times, feeling it getting bigger. I wrapped his cock in the cup of my still warm bra, then wound the strap round his shaft, hooking a bra strap around his balls.

I knew by the look in his eyes, he was mine, and I could do anything I wanted with him, he was completely transfixed by me. I took two steps up the stairs, bent myself forward leaning on a higher step, and pushed my arse into the air. The flared skirt was at my waist, I slipped a hand between my legs, and grabbing my panties pulled them so tight they slipped into my wet pussy.

“Lick me Tony, please lick my wet sloppy cunt.” I implored

He was between my legs in seconds. I released my grip on my panties so he could pull them out of my dripping pussy and put his tongue in there. He started to fuck me with his tongue, and I pushed my pussy back to meet him, wanting it deeper and deeper. I was building myself up to an orgasm, could feel it building, and as always at this stage my language had a mind of its own.

“Oh Tony, lick me, lick me, shove your fingers in my cunt, play with my clit, oh baby.” I panted Suddenly he was gone, I turned in anguish, my orgasm subsiding and saw that David had pulled him away. God I needed someone in my pussy. “Oh PLEASE, one of you fuck me, I need to be fucked.” I almost screamed

David picked me up and carried me into the bedroom, laying me face down on the bed, his hands massaging my arse as he stepped back. He reached up to take hold of my knickers and pulled them off, me, followed by my skirt.

“You’re a little cock teaser aren’t you Charly?” David said, adding “You told Tony you had three holes and we’re going to use them all.”

I lifted my head to look back at David, but as I did so Tony pushed his cock into my face. I didn’t need asking twice, and wrapped my lips around it, my hands going to his balls as I sucked deep on his cock. I let his cock slip out and spat onto it twice, then put it back. I love the slurping sound of a wet cock in my mouth, and know that most fellers find it pretty erotic. I was still lying on my stomach, and could feel a tongue licking at my pussy, making my juices start again.

David pulled me onto my knees, but I made sure Tony’s Ümraniye Escort cock came with me as I moved. David’s tongue went deep inside me, and I felt two fingers slip in as well and start playing with my clit. I had Tony’s full length in my mouth, gagging on his cock, as I felt David’s fingers, lubricated by my juices, slip into my arse.

“Oh David PLEASE fuck me.” I begged, anticipating a nice spit roast coming up.

David grabbed my legs and spun me over so I was lying on my back, Tony’s lovely cock wrenched from my mouth. He pulled me towards him so my legs were hanging over the edge of the bed, then lifted them up onto his shoulders. He gently kissed my calves, then reached down, gripped my waist and pulled me towards him, until my pussy felt his cock nudging to be allowed in.

I pushed forward to meet him, and his lovely hard cock slipped straight into my wet pussy. He slid his entire length into me, and just kept it there, making no movement at all. He knew how desperate I was, and loved teasing me.

I couldn’t wait any further and stated to fuck him. He let me thrust onto his cock a couple of times, then on the third stroke grabbed my bum and pulled me so tight onto his cock I couldn’t pull away. He leant over me and kissed me, and I knew what was coming.

I wrapped my legs tight around his waist, threw my arms around his neck, and kissed him back hard, my tongue diving into his mouth. He stood upright, a hand under each cheek of my bum, and with me impaled on his cock.

This was a regular party piece, and he knew how much I loved it. He lifted me up until me pussy almost slipped off his cock, then just let go of me, all my weight plunging his cock deep into my sopping wet pussy. He did this over and over until I was panting, juices pouring from me. One hand found my pussy and started playing with it, I could hear the squelching noise of my juices on his cock and fingers. I felt his fingers, fingers that were covered in my juices, make the short journey to my arse, and one, then two of the lubricated fingers slipped into me. I was losing control.

“Oh God, that feels so good.” I screamed “Fuck me hard, ram your hard cock up my cunt, stick your fingers up my arse, make me cum babe make me cum.”

I could feel myself building up to orgasm when he suddenly stopped, his cock deep inside me. I felt something nudge against my arse, bigger than a finger, and it only took a second for me to realise what it was.

“OH YOU DIRTY FUCKING BARSTARDS.” I screamed “YOU DIRTY, WONDERFUL, HORNY FUCKING BARSTARDS.” I felt a sharp jab of pain, delightful pain, as Tony’s cock slid into my arse, easing it home until up as far as it would go.

Once it was right in David started lifting me up and down again, only now each down stroke plunged cock into both my holes. They fucked me fast, they fucked me slow, building me up to boiling point, and then they would stop, then start the whole process again. After they had done this a few times I knew I was at the point of no return.

“Oh, Fuck me hard.” I screamed, as always when I was nearing orgasm, my language got very colourful. “I want you both inside me, fill my cunt with you cum, spunk up my arse, please, please PLEASE. Oh God Oh Fuck OH Yes Yes Yes.” my voice getting louder and faster as orgasm approached.

As my orgasm exploded I writhed against these two lovely cocks, it was all too much for Tony who came up my arse but my furious fucking made him slip out of my arse as he came, spraying his cum over my arse and back.

David was still fucking my cunt, my lovely wet sloppy cunt, and I felt another orgasm building in me. I squeezed my pussy muscles as tight as I could against his cock

“Come for me David, fill my cunt with your cum, harder, harder HARDER.” I screamed.

We both came at the same time, his cum shooting into me to meet my own juices that were pouring from my contented pussy.

He lowered me back onto the bed, keeping his cock inside me, the urgency gone from both of us. Although he wasn’t rock hard, his cock was still firm enough to remain inside my pussy, and it felt nice there. I laid there very contented, until his cock slowly shrank in size and slipped out of me.

Tony was on the bed next to me, so I turned to face him, and gave him a long passionate kiss, lovingly caressing his back as I did so. His hands went up to my breasts, rubbing the nipples between his fingers. David ‘spooned’ up behind me, cuddling up really tight, his fingers gently caressing my pussy, it felt so comforting rather than sexy, I was so relaxed.

I awoke with a start, for a second I couldn’t remember where I was, then the memories flooded back.

I had obviously fallen asleep, and so had the guys. David had awoken, and was getting of the bed, the movement that had woken me. He blew me a kiss as he realised I was awake and continued into the bathroom. After a short time I heard the shower going, so knowing he wasn’t Kartal Escort going to return, looked again at the sleeping Tony.

I felt in a mischievous mood, gently manoeuvring myself so I was astride his face. I spat into my hand and worked the fluid onto my pussy, making it wet and sloppy, then lowered my pussy onto his mouth. He awoke with a start, not sure what was happening, his arms trapped under my legs.

His reactions made his head jerk up, a sensation I welcomed as it pushed his mouth against my pussy. It only took him a few seconds to remember where he was, and that this was the pussy he had fucked yesterday. He relaxed, and his tongue started flicking in and out of my pussy. I didn’t need any help with lubrication now, my pussy positively dripping.

I raised myself on my knees; his arms still trapped underneath my legs, my pussy about 6 inches from his mouth. He tried to reach up with his mouth, but I was out of range. I slipped two fingers of each hand into my pussy and stretched it wide open, so he had a view right inside me.

“What do you want to do?” I asked

“I want to lick you.” he replied

“Lick what?” I asked, enjoying the teasing as I started to finger fuck myself

“Your pussy.” he murmured

“I can’t hear you, what do you want?” I teased, my pussy squelching with my juices as the fingers slipped in and out.

“I want to lick your pussy, I want your cunt on my face.” he practically begged.

Using one hand to keep my pussy lips apart, I lowered them onto his mouth, and as his tongue entered me I started to fuck his tongue. My free hand, still wet with my pussy juices, went behind my back and found his cock. I became aware he had managed to free his hands, as both hands were now gripping my waist, pulling me tighter onto his mouth. Oh God it felt so good.

“Oh Babe.” I screamed, “keep it there, oh that’s the spot, keep it there, I’m cumming, I’m gonna cum, please , please PLEASE.” The last please being drawn out as my orgasm hit me. My thighs gripped his head as I bucked against his tongue, squeezing every moment of pleasure out off his tongue.

When I was finished I slid down his body, and kissed him passionately. My juices were still on his lips, and in his mouth, and I savoured the flavour and the pleasure. I rolled onto my side, my fingers caressing Tony’s swollen cock.

“Who’s a big boy?” I laughed at him'”You’ve fucked my pussy and my arse, do you want to try my mouth?” I asked, adding “After all I promised you three holes.”

“Oh yes, can I cum in you mouth?” he replied, very excited.

I sat on the edge of the bed, my mouth going straight to his swollen cock, and started to give it some attention. I stroked and teased his cock, enjoying every minute of it, pulling the foreskin back as far as it would go, spitting on it, before deep throating it to the back of my mouth.

Without removing his cock from my mouth I manoeuvred round the bed, so I was kneeling between his legs. Holding his balls and the base of his cock in my left hand, I continued deep throating him, but from this position I could look him straight in the eye.

I wanked him, deep throated him until I gagged, spat on his cock, but not once did my eyes leave his. I felt him start to gyrate against me, and guessed he wasn’t far from cummming.

“OOOHHHH.” I screamed, the scream muffled by the cock in my mouth. David’s cock was in my cunt. No gentle build up, no foreplay, just a cunt suddenly full of a 8″ of hard cock. While I was sucking Tony he just walked up behind me and rammed it straight up my cunt, and it fucking hurt.

As I screamed in pain, Tony lost control, his cum shooting onto my face, some going into my mouth. By David’s third stroke the pain had turned to pleasure, and I was pushing my pussy back to meet every stroke.

I resumed my attention to Tony, squeezing the last drop of cum into my mouth. Tony watched me as I used my fingers to collect the cum on my face and push it into my mouth. I slid up Tony’s body, ensuring that David and his wonderful cock were coming with me, and when I was level with Tony started to kiss him, forcing open his mouth with my tongue, allowing all his cum to dribble back into his mouth. I dribbled some onto his cheek, and then licked it of again, before returning it to his mouth.

I couldn’t speak to David with my mouth full of cum, but I wanted him to cum, I wanted that extra urgency as he pounded me as he came. I reached a hand between my legs and squeezed his balls, at the same time squeezing my cunt lips tightly against his cock.

That did the trick, I felt him tense then he shot his load inside me. He continued to fuck me until he was drained, then I collapsed in a heap on top of Tony.

I really enjoyed my shower, jets of hot water being played on my tits, rivers of water running down to my pussy, the soap occasionally teasing the edge of my pussy lips.

I had had a wonderful fuck, and felt fulfilled, although I knew it would only last until tonight before I needed fucking again. I though of David ramming his cock into my cunt so hard, and the temporary pain it had caused, I must think of a suitable way of repaying him…

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I like short, petite women.

That’s a simple enough thing, right?

Nope.

You see, I’m a tall, brawny guy: seven foot one and 300 lbs. And the women I like are normally in the 4’8″ to 5’2″ range, and around 100 lbs. Now, don’t misunderstand me, I don’t date the shorties exclusively, I just find them very attractive.

Why I like ’em short is rather complicated. You see, most girls are too short for me to be face to face with during sex. I can’t kiss a girl and be inside her at the same time, and can’t 69 with most women. (Although there were these two Scandanavian sisters one time, but I’ll save that one for later.) Now, if I can’t be on even physical footing with a girl, I like for the size difference to be a bit exaggerated. It allows me to play around in certain ways that I find satisfying.

Yesterday is a perfect example of my “fetish” in action.

*

I’m a grad student in Literature at a second-rate American University (is there any other sort?), and in my experience most American schools are so much alike as to be interchangeable. So, let’s just say that I attend Yoknapatawpha U.

YU is a fairly conservative campus, officially. Nonetheless, we have a noticeable, if small, populace of free-thinkers, hippies, and other sorts of liberals. For the most part, the liberal populace doesn’t have to hide itself from public view. They do, however, tend to restrain themselves somewhat while in public. Frankly, that doesn’t bother me. I wish everyone, conservative or liberal, would act with a least a modicum of self-respect while around others.

Once in a rare while, you’ll see two girls holding hands as they cross campus, or maybe engaging in a little touching or kissing. You’ll also see the occasional student in full “punk” garb. While these people tend to draw some odd looks, they aren’t persecuted in any overt way.

Enter Camille.

Cami is exactly the type of girl I go for, physically and otherwise. Five foot one, about 90- 95 lbs. Best of all, she is curvy for her size, yet still very firm-bodied. She has a perfect “hourglass” figure, without being too meaty for her height. Her breasts are somewhat large for her size, and are perfectly round and firm. She has shoulder-length blonde hair that she occasionally dyes to some outrageous color, because she is a bit of a showman, always wanting to do something to get attention. Today, her hair is a sort of Kool-Aid red.

Besides being somewhat of a “punk” chick, Cami also Göztepe Escort does not hide her attraction to women, nor does she shy away from talking about sex in public. What I like is that she does not flaunt anything, does not try to force her personality on anyone, she simply does not censor herself for having different desires and beliefs than others. To wit, she will flirt openly, will sometimes make lewd comments about passing girls, sometimes complain about a bad lover in public all things that men and straights feel comfortable doing.

There had always been a fairly affectionate tone to our relationship, we always flirted and occasionally groped one another. But, the timing was never quite right for anything to get started between us. I was seeing someone when I met Cami, and she was seeing someone when I became single, and so forth.

That ended yesterday.

*

I was sitting on the steps of the Student Union yesterday, Friday, taking a smoke-break during the two-hour interval between my last class and the start of work. A few others were sitting nearby, but I didn’t know any of them and so we weren’t conversing. I saw Cami approach, and she caught my eye. We kept eye contact while she approached, and I do believe that she saw the desire I felt. She said hello and patted me on the head.

Then, with just a second’s hesitation, she sat down sideways on my lap to my surprise. But, being quick on my feet, I wrapped my arms around her and leaned in halfway to her, looking for a kiss. She took the bait and leaned the rest of the way in and kissed me. We held each other in the kiss for a long moment, then broke away.

I like it when women know what they want and will fucking go after it.

“I’ve wanted that for a long time,” she said, then laughed throatily.

“Me too,” I said. Then, on cue, my penis grew erect in almost record time. It was straining against my pants, and was trying to lift Cami up with it.

“Oh my,” she said, feeling my rather large bulge through our thin summer clothes. “Let’s go do something about that.”

“Serious?” I asked.

“I’m game if you are,” she said sultrily.

“Yeah,” I said, dumbfounded. “Lead on.”

I am not a particularly conservative person, nor particularly timid. I was just shocked that a girl would be so bold.

“Let’s just adjust you a bit,” she said, looking around to make sure we were unobserved. Then she reached down and gently turned my cock in my pants so that İstanbul Escort it would be as comfortable, and unnoticeable, as possible.

I groaned a bit in pleasure, but kept it as quiet as I could, so as to not attract undue attention from passers by.

“I’ve never known a girl who could handle it so well,” I said quietly.

She just laughed cheerily, took my hand and led me into the Union. We walked calmly, as though all were normal, to the usually empty third floor of the building, and then to the most remote restrooms there. Even though we didn’t see anyone else on the floor, we both looked around quickly before ducking into the ladies’ room.

Once inside, she quickly looked in all the stalls.

She turned around smiling, indicating that we were alone. But her smile fell from her face as her jaw dropped. You see, I had already dropped my pants and hauled my cock out.

Remember, I am very tall and brawny; and all of me is in proportion to the rest of me. My member is just under eight inches long, and pretty wide-around.

The smile returned to her face as she unbuckled her shorts and came over to me. She tugged her shorts and panties off of her hips and dropped them on the floor. I leaned against the door to prevent intrusion, and took her into my arms. I stooped forward to kiss her, and our tongues danced with each other for a few sizzling minutes. I find very few acts, short of sex itself, to be quite as erotic as tongue-kisses. By the time we stopped kissing, my cock was straining painfully.

And here’s where I start to enjoy the size difference.

I just picked her up off of the floor, she as light as a feather to me, and pulled her up to my eye-level. Our glances locked, and I saw something like a nervous hesitance in her face, but that softened into a trusting smile as we continued to look on one another. She wrapped her legs around me, and then I started lowering her. I was able to support her weight with my right arm, and so I dropped my left hand to my cock to guide it into her.

She gasped as I got the head in. Despite my rather generous size, and despite her smallness, it went in pretty easily. I’ve never actually had a problem with getting into a girl never “bottomed out” or any of that nonsense. I mean, their vaginas are designed to deliver babies.

I paused a second with just the head in, so that she could lubricate and adjust to my size. Then I lowered her further. Inch by rapturous inch, she Anadolu Yakası Escort eased onto me.

And then I was in, all the way in. She groaned and then started twitching. Apparently she had an orgasm just from getting me in.

We both just held each other a moment while our hearts beat, and I felt our bodies pulsing together and against one another.

She started grinding against me, straining her muscles a bit to do so. I wrapped both arms around her again, and then started slowly raising and lowering her. After just a few strokes, she started twitching again, almost convulsing this time, as another orgasm overtook her.

Then I started moving her in earnest. Up and down she went, with me doing almost all the work. And then she just relaxed and let me do all the work, as I didn’t need help to move her around. She leaned back a bit, and pulled her arms out from behind me to grab onto my left shoulder and right arm, clutching me fiercely with her hands. I watched as her climax grew, her eyes closed tight, her lips pursed to contain her moans. My own climax started to build as I continued moving her up and down on me.

I started moving her faster and faster, finally she could not contain herself anymore and moaned pretty loudly as she came. I was just a second behind, and groaned quietly as I came inside of her.

We just held position a moment, then she opened her eyes to look at me. She kissed me fiercely and kept on clawing at me aggressively.

“We better go,” I said, “someone might have heard.”

Even though I was saying this, my cock was still hard inside of her.

We got dressed and snuck out of the bathroom, observed by no one. Then we left the Union altogether. Once outside, she turned to me and pulled my head down to kiss her again. The kiss was as passionately intense as every other had been.

“That was the most incredible thing I’ve ever experienced,” she said breathily. “I felt so full!”

“Come on,” I said. “You don’t have to stroke my ego.”

“I mean it!” she said enthusiastically.

“Well, I can do better,” I said levelly, not boasting. “That was just a quickie.”

She fell silent a moment at that, stunned, I think, at the implications.

“How could any girl ever let you go?” she asked.

“And I cook, too,” I said.

She laughed again, leaned in and lightly bit my chest through my shirt. This sent a brief jolt of electricity through my not-quite-sated prick, which surged in anticipation.

“Let’s go to my place,” she said decisively and took me by the hand.

As she was leading me to her car, I took out my cell-phone and called work. I told them not to expect me in today.

And, oh my, things only got better once we got to her place.

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The next morning I woke up ready for my wife to have her way with me, as she typically does when we have the morning to ourselves. But that day she woke up with some pretty intense back pain. I thought that might be the end of our fun for the weekend. She assured me that it wasn’t and that it would just take time to loosen up. I decided to go for a run. I returned about an hour later to find her relaxing in the hot tub naked…again.

“I’ll join you in there after a shower.” I told her.

“No rush, I’m just trying to loosen up my back for you.” She said with a grin.

I ran to the bathroom for a quick shower, eager to join her in the tub. I walked out of the bathroom to find her already out of the tub. She was still naked and leaning over the edge of the bed. She had placed a couple of pillows on the edge of the bed to prop herself up. Her legs were spread wide and her magnificent glistening brown butt was staring me straight in the face.

“I thought that…maybe you could…rub my back?” She said a bit sheepishly looking over her shoulder.

She gave her ass a bit of a wiggle to try to invite me over to her. I was happy to oblige and strolled over to her. I noticed a bottle of baby oil lying beside her, which I picked up and squirted a generous amount of oil on her back. I began to massage the oil into her back, paying particular attention to the area I knew to be in pain. She immediately started to push back slightly against my growing erection that just so happened to be pushing in between her ass cheeks. I took a moment away from her back, knelt down and messaged her luscious ass. Making sure that a good amount of oil was spread over and in between her cheeks.

I stood back up, enjoying the sight of my sexy wife half standing, half lying face down on the bed. Her beautiful brown butt was staring at me, almost asking to be played with. I returned to the task at hand, continuing my massage of her back. I moved in closer, reaching over to her shoulders. This caused my now completely hard cock to press firmly against the top of her ass crack. The motion of my rubbing caused my cock to slide up and down her slippery cheeks, quickly had my cock rock hard and dripping precum.

I couldn’t Maltepe Escort resist any longer, I knelt down so her sweet ass was directly in front of my face. I spread her cheeks; her pussy was dripping wet and the pungent aroma as intoxicating. For a moment I enjoyed the sight of the thick pussy juice leaking from her engorged hole. I stuck my tongue out and gave her a long lick from her clit, into the folds of her soaking pussy, up to her tight puckered asshole and then all the way up her crack. I could taste my sweet precum which my hard-on had left in her crack. I gave her a few of those full licks, all the way from her clit to the top of her backside and then back again. Then I started to suck her click and flick it with my tongue, knowing this is her favorite. As expected she began to rock her hips back and forth, giving me the sign that she wanted a bit more from me.

She climbed up on the bed and made herself a thrown of pillows to support her aching back. She lay face down, offering me up her ass once again to pleasure her. I happily obliged squirting a generous amount of lube onto her asshole and pussy. I began by slowing messaging the lube into her tight asshole with my thumb and leaving the rest of my hand for her to grind her clit against. She began to slowly rock her hips trying to get more pressure on her clit from my hand. I indulged her, pressing slightly harder against her now engorged clit.

As I continued to massage her clit I moved my thumb at the sung entrance to her backdoor. I lightly pressed against her asshole and let her own movements slowly work my thick digit inside of her. Her movements seemed to become involuntary and more forceful as she continued to rock her weight back into my hand. She was trying to get more pressure on her clit and at the same time my thumb worked its way deeper in to her anus. Her pussy juice continued to flow and was now dripping down on to her engorged clit. The natural lubrication allowed my fingers to easily roll her button around even more, adding to her pleasure.

Knowing my wife well and this being one of our favorite positions, I knew that she was on the verge of a mind blowing orgasm. I also knew that she was craving a finger Anadolu Yakası Escort inside her pussy to put her over the edge. I like to deny her that final pleasure for a bit, as I know her orgasm will be intensified.

“Please, a finger, I need it.” She begged right on cue.

“Ok, I guess you have one finger.” I teased her

I obliged by moving my middle finger to the opening of her dripping wet pussy hole. I began to message the opening of her cunt, moving the juices all around. I was trying to hold back the feeling of her filled up pussy that she craved until the right moment. However, she wasn’t having any more of my teasing. Once she felt my finger at her opening, she thrust back hard against me hand forcing my middle finger into her throbbing pussy. Her movement pressed my thumb deeper into her asshole, almost immediately both her tight holes her stuffed full of my fingers.

I began to slowly work both my thumb and middle finger in and out of her ass and pussy. All the while I tried to keep pressure on her clit with my ring finger. I made sure to press my finger and thumb together, messaging the thing wall between her pussy and ass. I often finger my wife in this position, but rarely do I get to finger both her pussy and ass at the same time. She most assuredly was enjoying the added sensations of being doubly filled, she buried her face into a pillow to muffle her screams. Her pussy was gushing so much, I could see the slippery liquid dripping down on the sheets of the bed creating a big wet spot.

“Yes…that’s good…keep doing that.” Was about all I could make out from her mostly unintelligible mumbling.

She was thrusting back against my hand, it was all I could do just to hang on and keep my fingers buried in her sloppy holes. I felt a gush of liquid from her stretched pussy and then her muscles clamped down on my fingers. Her asshole began to spasm around my thumb and her orgasm ripped through her body. I did my best to message her g-spot and clit to prolong her orgasm, which seemed to go on for a good 5 minutes.

She collapsed onto her pillow thrown leaving her dripping pussy and ass open for me viewing. What a sexy sight I had before me. I looked İstanbul Escort down at my cock, which had turned purple and was leaking pre-cum all over the bed too. I didn’t waste any time and positioned my throbbing cock at the entrance of her well lubed cunt. I started to slide into her and she responded be arching her back a bit, giving me better access to her accepting hole.

Even though her pussy was about as wet as I’ve ever felt it before, after she cums my wife is always super tight. It took a few strokes to open her up and get my cock coated in her juices. Soon I was buried up to the hilt and she was pressing her ass against me, rocking her hips to get my cock to hit the right spot insider her pussy walls. My balls started to smack against her clit, which always drives her wild. I was so turned on that I had to stop the in-out motion for a minute to let the urge to cum subside a bit before I continued fucking her tight cunt.

I decided to take that time to work her asshole a bit more with my thumb. I spread her ass cheeks wide and marveled at the view. My cock was buried 2/3 of the way inside her glistening cunt, her asshole was gaping a bit from my earlier intrusion with my thumb. I pushed my thumb against her rear entrance and to my surprise it slid right inside.

“Oh my, so full!” She said with a gasp.

To my surprise she didn’t try to pull away, but instead thrust her body back against me trying to get more of my thumb and cock inside her stretched holes. I worked my thumb in and out of her a bit of her hungry ass, before resuming fucking her pussy. I pressed down with my thumb against the thin wall of her anus, this time I could feel my cock straining the walls of her pussy. She began to rock her body back and forth trying to get me to fuck both her holes. I relented and started slowly at first, wanting to prolong the amazing feeling of double penetrating my wife. After a minute or two I was working both my cock and thumb, and rubbing my cock through her anus.

The sensation was too much for me to handle, my cock erupted semen into her pulsating vagina. Even though I had cum the night before I overfilled her pussy and it was seeping out from around my cock. I slowly pulled my softening spent cock out of her well used pussy and spread her ass open a bit to get a better view of both her well used holes. Her asshole was still dilated a bit and cum was oozing out of her gaping pussy. I couldn’t help but smile, it was only 11am, the whole day was ahead of us.

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It is the end of February and another “Unleash the Beast” event with the “Professional Bull Riding” (PBR). Top cowboys have come into town. Arlen (22 yrs.) draws a top bull named, “Fright Night” for his first ride. He hopes to ride 8-seconds, earn good points and good money. He comes into this event ranked at number
. Arlen rode this bull last season, but was thrown quickly. He’s glad to ride again to get some redemption.

Betty (21 yrs.) is a short-haired brunette (35-24-32) who wears an unbuttoned western shirt. The tight bra lifts up her tits showing some cleavage. The white cowboy hat and boots match perfectly. Her black Levi jeans are tight-fitting too.

She sits at the top of the bleachers looking through binoculars. Her focus is on Arlen who gets ready to ride “Fright Night.” She’s been following him on his You-Tube videos. He always chops wood, wearing only jeans, his cowboy hat and boots.

Betty whispers, “Those broad shoulders… Fuck.”

She knows that he likes to western dance. She’ll look for him after the bull riding competition.

“Fright Night” jumps from the bucking shoot. Arlen rides for 8-seconds who tries to jump off the bull. His hand is caught in the bull rope. The 1000-pound animal jerks him around like a rag doll. He can’t get loose as a rodeo clown tries to help him. His body is slammed hard and the hand is finally yanked free. Arlen hits the dirt and crawls away as fast as he can.

He scores 91 points and the audience Kartal Escort cheers for him.

Inside the country “Stadium.” A local cover-band takes a break and a disc jockey takes over playing country hits. The dance floor fills up with line dancers. Arlen is in the middle of several women. His right hand is wrapped up. He had changed into new jeans, a shirt and favorite cowboy hat. His boots glide across the floor.

He returns to his table to find Betty standing there. He looks for his pitcher of beer and glass.

She says, “Your friend is out there dancing. He asked me to watch your beer.”

He tips his hat showing the jet-black hair, “Thanks. I appreciate it.”

She looks down at his wrist, “You aren’t gonna ride in the second round?”

He raises his hand up, “No, I earned points though. That’s the most important thing.”

She asks, “Does it hurt? That bull threw you around.”

He answers, “Nah… I took some painkillers. I’ll ride next weekend.”

His eyes glance down at her unbuttoned shirt and cleavage.

He asks, “Wanna share my pitcher?”

She answers, “Sure, I’ll pour. Save your strength for later.”

He smiles, “For what later?”

She tips her own cowboy hat, “What you’ll do to me later.”

Inside the motel room. The long curtains are closed except for the small center opening. The heater below is turned on “high” as steam fogs up the window. The lamp on the desk table is turned on.

Jeans, Pendik Escort shirts, cowboy boots and hats are piled up next to the bed. Arlen and Betty are naked who kiss each other. She un-snaps her bra and yanks it off. Her body falls back onto the bed and she spreads her legs open.

He licks his left palm and rubs it over his stiff 5 and ¼-inch cock.

Arlen says, “Put your butt-cheeks on the edge of the bed.”

Betty positions herself. She looks up at his shoulders.

She says, “Love your shoulders baby.”

He smiles, “Thanks… I’m gonna push your legs up and cum fast.”

She asks, “Is your hand okay?”

He nods his head, “Yeah, it’s okay.”

His hands slowly push her legs up. The wrapped hand doesn’t hurt. Her thick black pussy is revealed.

She whispers, “I watch you chopping wood all the time.”

He replies, “My videos eh?”

His body leans over and the cock-tip opens her pussy lips. He pushes in slowly and his black crotch hits those lips.

Betty is hot… Arlen closes his eyes and turns his head to the left.

He whispers, “Fuck… You are tight.”

His shaft begins pushing in and out fast.

Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust.

Her tits jiggle wildly.

Arlen pushes in deep and explodes, “My-Gaaaaaaaahh.. Aaaaaaahh.. Gawd..!!”

He keeps his cock inside and let’s go of her legs. He leans down onto his elbows. They kiss deeply.

5 Minutes later. Göztepe Escort Betty’s head is leaning against a pillow. Both of her hands grip the tits and fingers pinch the nipples.

Arlen’s head is in between her legs. Both of his muscular shoulders lift up those legs.

His left middle finger digs deep into her cunt. His tongue concentrates on her clitoris.

Her flat stomach quivers as the pleasure shoots through her body.

She screams, “Unh-Unh-Unnnnhh… Unnnhh.. Arlen-Arlen.. Unnh-Unnh-Right-There.”

His tongue pushes hard on her clitoris.

Her head jerks back and forth on the pillow.

She responds, “Unh-Unhh-Unh.. There-There-There.. Unnnnhh..Uh-Unnnhh.. C-Cumming.. Gawd-Cumming…”

Her lower back arches off of the bed, “Uhh-Uh-Uhh.. Uuunnnnnhhh..!! Unnnnnnhhh..!! Gawd-Gawd.. Unnh-Unnhh..!!”

Arlen lifts his head up as she comes back down.

20 minutes later. Betty is bent over the bed. Her butt-cheeks point in the air and her legs are spread open. Arlen stands in between those legs. He smiles down at her buttocks.

He licks his left-palm and wipes all over his cock. He then grips his shaft and guides it toward her pussy lips.

The cock-tip rubs her lips up and down. He then pushes in slowly.

His groans, “Ohhhh… Fuck.”

Both of his hands are placed on the bed. He opens his eyes to watch his cock push in and out.

Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust.

He stops and explodes, “Uhh-Aaaaaaaaahh.. Aaaaaaahh.. Gawwd.!!”

The next morning. Arlen suddenly wakes up under the bed covers. He looks around and Betty is gone. He sits up and sees her cowboy hat on the bed… His hat is gone. She had switched them.

He says, “I just bought that hat too.”

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First let me thank you all for the votes and emails. And as I’ve said before, this is not meant to be the next great novel, so if that’s what you’re looking for, I’m sorry to disappoint. I started it wanting to do a running chronicle that spans years like a soap opera, so it may never actually reach a satisfactory end for some people. With that in mind, if you haven’t read all previous chapters, I suggest you do so before proceeding.

If I haven’t already scared you off, I hope you enjoy it as much as I do writing it. All mistakes are mine. All people, places and institutions are made up, this story in no way reflects reality and any similarities to it are coincidental. Enjoy.

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Chapter 04

The year Mason had taken off after testing out of high school early, was coming back to bite him in the ass as he tried to settle in at MIT. He only attended four days a week, Monday through Thursday, but they were long days, and the classes were all heavy on coursework right off the bat. There seemed to be two types of professors, at least in the courses he took, dry just the facts ones that rushed to get the maximum data covered that was possible. And the funny guys who never got to the point until minutes before class ended. But one thing they all had in common, they all seemed to think they were the only source of homework he had.

To make things worse, Cybil’s schedule totally opposed his all week long. Both spent hours on campus between classes alone. And though they spent their evenings together, they were more likely doing homework than each other.

The purchase of Mason Hall happened quicker than Mason was prepared for. Two weeks in, Mason was finally getting a handle on things and starting to relax some, when Allan phoned to tell him that they had closed on the hall for two million eight. And he needed Mason to stop by the Stanton & Stanton office to sign on the dotted line, this being the law firm Allan had clerked for while at Harvard.

Ardella, who was an old hand at handling her academic schedule and still living her professional life, had been working hard since Mason officially hired her after Cybil’s birthday. When Mason told her the news, the crews she had lined up moved in and things started happening fast. Surprisingly, the first stage of the construction was demolition. As the structural regulations and building codes that had changed, needed to be addressed before further construction could begin. Most were minor issues like floor drains and a fire suppressing system in the kitchen area, sewage gas venting and replacing the lead piping. A big issue though was emergency egress, and that was going to take an amendment to the court order, since the additions would be visible on the exterior of the building. Multistory residential buildings now required fixed fire escapes and secondary egresses from living areas. None of this had been in the original plans, so the Stanton firm had been busy seeking a judgment on the matter since the offer had been proffered. At Allan’s suggestion, there was a carefully worded rider in the petition that would allow the construction of unattached structures on the property.

Ardella had discussed fire egress with members of the Historic Society in the past, and assured Mason that they weren’t going to be unreasonable about it. And in fact, they agreed with her that the building would be best served with an external fixed fire stair on the rear wall of the hall. Mason watched Ardella orchestrate the deal without ever missing a step, and decided he wanted to stay in business with her after the hall was finished. Even if it was just as a financial backer.

A CPA working at the Stanton firm was assigned to work with Ardella to keep the payment schedule for all work and material contracted. A three million dollar account being made available for the project. Ardella convinced Mason to provide her with a separate discretionary fund, for “incidentals”, of a hundred thousand and promised to keep a separate accounting of it. She knew projects the size of the hall would have every petty bureaucrat that could add a wrinkle doing so, and there would be many private meetings before all the permits were signed and sealed.

After her birthday, Cybil sold her Ford back to her father’s friend, he’d been bemoaning its loss since the deal had happened, and used the proceeds to get Katey a Nexplanon implant like hers. She had really liked the party, and had plans for the future that would benefit from this, so it wasn’t totally altruistic. Ardella and Becky were both on the pill. When she casually told this all to Mason after the fact, the look on his face sent her into a fit of laughter.

Mason had done his best to stay in touch with Brigid, missing more days than he liked. She seemed okay with Cybil’s growing presence, and even talked of wanting to get to know her better. Something Cybil echoed, but it definitely had a sexual connotation when she said it. Brigid wanted to come visit him as soon as things were wrapped up with the hall and had claimed one Anadolu Yakası Escort of the two suites on the fifth floor.

Cybil sat listening to Mason and Ardella discuss the hall as often as not. And pushed both of them to keep people like Saul and her father in mind if there were places that they were qualified to do the work. Something that Mason basically agreed with and Ardella could work around. So Saul was contracted to set up a building wide WI-Fi and security system. And the shop Benny worked out of was hired to do the metal fabrication on the retrofit.

Her devotion to friends and family had Mason looking at the people around them and wondering how he could improve their lives. The fact that Cybil and her friends had to work as well as attend school to get by, or help with tuition, found him on campus the next Friday. Where he met with each at the registrar’s office during their free periods, and paid whatever tuition fees were left on the year, as well as settling any student loans they had.

That evening, Mason and Cybil were returning to her place after having dinner, Cybil promising great rewards for his generosity, when her phone started clanging. Her face went pale when she got it out, and she grabbed Mason’s arm. “It’s Katey.” She told him, “She’s in trouble. Pull over for a second.” Then she began flicking her fingers across the screen as he did.

“What?” he began.

“It’s the rape app on her phone.” Cybil answered, shaking. Then looking up and behind them. “Turn around, we need to go back the way we came.” She told him and he saw the little red blinking light on her phone screen. Cranking the wheel, he saw a gap in the cars and stepped on it, the Chevelle’s rear wheels screaming as they came around, Cybil stuck to her door.

A shiver of fear and anger ran through Mason at the words ‘rape app’, then his mind was clear. Cold anger fueling his reflexes as the muscle car seemed to slip through the traffic, Cybil calling directions. He left the car half on the sidewalk when she pointed at a dingy dive bar. The padded door flying open as he ran through it.

Cybil caught up to him when he paused, the place was empty except for an old bartender who looked as shabby as the room. Then he heard a cry from deeper in the back and he was moving again. Katey was backed into a corner in the old pool room. A dark-haired man holding her there, her blouse ripped. She was fighting him, scratching at his face as he pawed at her.

Two others stood behind him waiting their turn. Mason hit the nearest one at a full charge, using his momentum to throw him into his buddy, both of them bouncing off the wall and going down in a tangle. He saw Katey’s eyes find him, fear and pain in them, and he grabbed the dark hair of the man holding her with his left hand, yanking him back as he slammed a right into the guy’s kidney. Hitting him there again even as he screamed and folded after seeing Katey’s bare breasts. Then wrenched him around by the hair and threw him into one of the others as he tried to get to his feet.

The third guy was back on his feet and coming at Mason, as Cybil ran past them and took Katey in her arms. This guy held himself like a fighter, his lips drawing back to show a glint of gold as he stepped in and threw a right that Mason barely slipped with his forearm. The guy’s gut was soft though as Mason threw a right of his own at a wide opening. The man folded, and Mason gave him another short right just behind the ear, dropping him boneless on the stained threadbare carpet.

Turning, he saw the one he’d knocked down twice just reaching his feet, a cue stick in his hands. Mason figured he’d get at least one swing in with it even as he went for the guy. But then Cybil had a hold on the cue and was pulling at it, and as the guy turned his head towards her in surprise, Mason was on him. His left hand went to the guys throat, fingers digging in as he slammed him up against the wall. Then Mason’s right came over the top, flattening his nose and bouncing his head off the plaster. Mason holding him there even as his legs went limp, hitting again and then again at the thought of Cybil being so close to danger.

He dropped the guy when Cybil cried his name in fear, swiveling his head towards her even as she threw a cue ball passed him. There was a hollow thunk right behind him, like someone slapped a watermelon, and Mason turned in that direction to see the old bartender holding his head, a Louisville slugger rolling away from his feet. Then Cybil stepped past him and kicked the old guy square in the nuts. Even as keyed up as Mason was, he winced. Then dismissed him as he rolled under a pool table trying to get away from Cybil.

He turned towards Katey, thoughts of further violence on the first guy in his mind, but ended up with her in his arms crying instead. He wrapped his around her, seeing that the guy wasn’t getting up anyway. Then watched as Cybil ran over to him with the bat raised and brought it down on the asshole’s shoulder.

“You fucking bastard!” She Kurtköy Escort screamed at him as she hit him again, striking his hip as he curled into a ball. Mason just watched her, not feeling any need to step in as she hit him a half-dozen more times, then dropped the bat and came over to be included in the hug.

“We should call the cops.” Mason told her, but Katey stiffened.

“Can we just go?” she pled in a small voice, “Please?”

“Okay, whatever you need.” Cybil told her gently, looking at Mason before taking Katey and steering her towards the front of the bar. Mason hesitated for a second, looking at the scene, then bent and picked up the bat and the cue stick. He spotted the cue ball Cybil had thrown and scooped it up as well on the way out. Throwing all three in his trunk before climbing in behind the wheel. Cybil was in the back holding her friend, letting her cry. He supposed he should tell Allan what had happened, but knew that would mean full-time security, and then there was Cybil to consider, he didn’t want her getting into any trouble over what had happened. So he decided to wait and see what came of it.

***

Mason felt different after that. Rite of passage or first blood, the fight had answered that nagging question, ‘What would you do?’. He had trained and spared with Marcus countless hours, survived Kato attacks in his sleep, but he had never raised his hands in a real fight. He tried to tell himself he didn’t like it, but he knew he was lying. MIT’s immense campus and the faculties’ reputation had intimidated him for weeks, but most of that just quietly died.

The story they got from Katey still pissed him off. It had been her second date with the guy Cybil had beaten with the bat. He’d been really sweet on their first date and they were supposed to meet some other couples that night for some dancing. Only the other couples turned out to be his two friends at that sleazy bar. When it became clear she wasn’t going to be allowed to leave, she had used the app Cybil had made her download the year before.

Mason never said anything to Cybil about what she had done, just holding her later that night and asking her if she was okay. Katey having finally fallen asleep, curled up on the other side of Cybil. Feeling her nod and squeeze him tighter in response. The next day he made sure the bat and other stuff were buried deep in the hotel dumpster.

Cybil ran what happened through her mind a lot over the next few days. The gentle man she had come to love, had exploded in that bar, and guys had started going down. He’d been like some primal beast for those short moments. She had seen it in his eyes, couldn’t get it out of her mind. She caught herself looking at him, wondering what it would be like if that part of him ever took her, knowing it never would. But the idea left her wet.

Mason caught the look once. “You don’t have to be afraid of me.” He told her quietly, relaxing when she smiled and told him she wasn’t.

If anything Katey was quieter after that, but if Mason was around, she was close to him. Cybil teased her about being his shadow. A week passed with no cops or calls to the Dean’s office, and life went on. He didn’t see a reason to bother Allan, and Cybil seemed to be even hornier than before if that were possible, not that Mason was complaining. And Ardella told him she needed him to come to the hall and make some decisions.

The next Saturday found Katey, Cybil and Mason at the hall. Mason stunned by the work already done. He’d known that Ardella had a dozen full crews working seven days a week, and had seen the ditch crew already half way up the road, another crew laying casing and lines a short way behind them. But the amount of work such a force could carry out in just a couple of weeks staggered him. People were crawling over every inch of the place like a colony of ants.

Ardella swept them along in a tour, starting down in the spa. The recommended distance for the new steam generator to the steam head was ten feet, so space meant for lockers in the showers had been walled off and tiled to accommodate it. Mason didn’t see a need for more than a dozen lockers anyway. A commercial grade stainless, quiet technologies heat pump was installed alongside it to supply the bath and showers. There were red oak single tier lockers with matching benches. All fine with Mason.

Sports tubs had been bought to take the place of massage tables in two of the three alcoves. An inclined stainless whirlpool tub in one, and an ice bath in the second, while the third had been enclosed and turned into a bathroom.. The eight shower heads had been swapped out for handheld multi-function wands. It was a far cry from the dark basement Mason had first seen. The recessed lighting had been wired so that a series of dials could mute or brighten any area, and color programmable pool lighting had been installed in the bath. Overall, Mason was very happy with it and let Ardella know it.

Katey came alive when Ardella led them up to the kitchen next. A small fortune Pendik Escort had been spent on it, and the room was crowded with restaurant grade appliances and cabinets, still in their crates. There were reach-in refrigerators and work tables, everything in stainless. Katey fluttered around it all like a monarch butterfly in a field of Goldenrod. She just waved for them to move on when Ardella was ready to.

The original dining area had been sectioned out, with two bathrooms at the front of the space. A large three stall ladies’ room with a door directly off the hallway and a smaller men’s room behind it accessible from the room itself. A fifteen by twenty foot laundry had stolen part of the end next to the elevator. It had four sets of washers and dryers plus folding counters, its door opening into the hallway. The rest was rewired and turned into a gym area. Mason felt there was more than enough room around the little dinner stage in the library slash smoking room for tables, since there would be no smoking going on if he had any say in the matter. Extra outlets lined the walls to accommodate adjacent treadmills and elliptical machines, and half-inch coin grip rubber flooring would be rolled out to protect the hardwood.

To Mason’s delight, the birdcage elevator was working as of that morning. And they took it to the second floor, where they found Benny supervising the installation of the first landing of the fire stairs, as well as a steel emergency exit door. Another crew had already cut the door openings to the right of the elevator on each floor. Cybil ran to him and got a hug, Benny grumbling for his men’s sake, but Mason could see he was pleased.

They had doubled the space Ardella had originally allotted to each bathroom, adding a large walk-in tiled shower enclosure and a dedicated instant on gas water heater to each. They’d done away with the sitting rooms, in favor of the extra room in the baths and a large walk-in closet. Ceiling fans and cedar closet organizers all agreed with what they had decided on, so they moved up to the next floor and found everything virtually the same. . On the fourth floor, it was Saul that got a squeal and a hug from Cybil. He was installing Wi-Fi access points in each apartment and suite, along with video security in the hallways. Cybil had tried to explain the wireless back bone dual-band-capable 5GHz 802.11a radio signal as well as a 2.4GHz 802.11b/g/n radio signal stuff to Mason, but he’d finally told her if she and Saul understood it, he was okay. They had decided to turn the small lounges on the second through fourth floor into media areas in an effort to keep the downstairs library open for study. So Saul would be wiring all of them too. As well as mounting cameras along the edge of the roof parapet. Accessing the roof by climbing the ladder in Mason’s room had hampered getting the elevator running, so it had been decided to extend the fire stairs to the roof in case of future maintenance needs.

The big difference here was that while Mason had agreed to splitting the space on the second and third floor into eight apartments, the fourth floor still had just four larger ones. Each suite almost fifteen hundred square feet, so while they also got larger baths and closets, each still had a large living room and a utility room that could be used however the occupant wanted.

Mason’s suite had been gutted. He saw no use for the extra rooms, so he also went with a large bath and walk-in closet. Leaving the rest as an open studio. Several tables were scattered about the space that were covered with plans and contracts, Ardella’s command center. Leading them to one of the side tables, she started going through a pile of granite samples.

“These represent all the white granite available domestically,” she began, “as you can see, there are no good substitutes for the Kashmir granite used in the hall. I’m afraid we have little choice but to bring it in.” As soon as the court decree had been amended, Mason had Ardella start working on plans for some out-buildings. And they were doing everything possible to conform to the style and materials used in the hall itself. A local brickworks was matching the extra red pigments in the English bricks, but the white Kashmir granite could only be faked if done by a domestic source. Something neither Mason or Ardella were willing to do.

“The price isn’t as bad as we feared it would be. And if we have the sawn blocks worked by a stonemason there, we can cut as much as half the shipping costs by weight.” She went on, sorting through some paperwork. “So I’ll need you to release the additional funds so we can finalize the plans and start getting the granite cut.”

Mason had agreed to an additional one point six million for the construction of outbuildings and landscaping. For that they were building a three bay auto shop with an attached fabrication and storage area. Building the Chevelle with Marcus was one of the high lights of his life and he hoped to do it many more times. A shepherd’s cottage, if you could call a two thousand square foot building a cottage, for Marcus. A parking garage capable of handling a dozen cars, and a security gate structure with a seven-foot wall that spanned the front of the property, the other three sides getting chain link fencing.

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I had got myself a summer job in a pub when I was at University last year. The work was fun and I met some really nice people and enjoyed working behind the bar.

On this particular evening the pub was starting to fill up and I was busy chatting and serving when a really attractive blonde Swedish girl came in and ordered some wine which she drank as she talked to me for a while as she ran her fingers through her lovely hair and crossed and uncrossed her legs a couple of times. I couldn’t help but notice that she was getting lots of admiring glances from some of the regulars and other young men in the bar area. She asked for another glass and sat down at a table over by the window, occasionally looking out and I imagined that she must be waiting for some gorgeous sexy hunk. I went to the other end of the bar and got caught up with serving for a while, but when I went back I noticed that she was still alone and had got herself another drink. She sat there idly tapping her fingers on the table to the soft music that was playing in the back ground and had a cheeky grin on her face. Following her gaze and I noticed that she was sexily communicating with a rather elderly man with thinning grey hair and glasses! I couldn’t help myself but stay and watch their flirting game. He was fully aware of her attention and was glowing from ear to ear, his blue eyes twinkling and his smile was so naughty. My mouth visibly dropped open though, when I saw Maltepe Escort her shapely long legs slowly open in his direction as her fingers played upwards reaching her stocking tops and even further.

I imagined that she could have had any man in the pub as most of them had glanced in her direction a couple of times. Her sex play continued and I tried to stay at that end of the bar to watch how much further it went. Then again I couldn’t believe my eyes when I watched her beckon him with her forefinger to follow her as she headed for the Ladies toilets. He nearly fell as he tried to get up too quickly in his excitement. Giggling to myself I had to see more! I looked round and slipped away towards the toilets after them. I was almost bubbling over with laughter imaging what was going to happen next as I crept along the corridor after them. Peeping around one of the cubicle doors was closed and I could hear hushed voices. With my heart pounding loudly I crept into the one beside it and locked the door behind me. As quietly as I could I put the lid of the toilet down and climbed on top. Bending and leaning slightly forward I looked through a peep hole that I had discovered when I first started working at the pub. Lo and behold there they were nearly naked and so horny. I had to suppress my laughter again and it wasn’t easy! She was just wearing a tiny tight green top and I watched her as she provocatively pulled it over İstanbul Escort her head and her two delicious tits bounced out and he gasped and I saw his eyes widen enormously at the sight of them. The man still had his underpants on that revealed a remarkably big bulge for someone of his years. I watched her as she touched it and it moved and grew even more as she put her fingertips into the elastic and pulled them down. It bounced up in her face and even she suppressed a giggle.

The girl whispered what a nice big boy he was as she sexily licked her lips as she pulled his foreskin back tracing the outline of his solid prick with a long red painted nail. Then leaning over it she poked her pink tongue out licking the oozing pre-cum from its tip. The girl suddenly got onto the closed toilet and stood with her cunt jutting into his face displaying a beautiful soft shaved pussy before she pulled her sex lips open. He gasped and reached for her bum cheeks and pushed his face between her legs and into the glistening folds of her cunt and over large swollen clit. He licked and sucked her outragously as she moaned quietly before rippling into what sounded like a very satisfying multi orgasm that seemed to last for ages. Finally she dropped down onto the toilet seat and pulled him closer to her. As she reached for his cock she slid her delicate fingers up and down its length, as his eyes slowly closed enjoying her movements. Anadolu Yakası Escort Eventually he moved round in the confined space and sat on the seat and the girl quickly straddled him and gently lowered herself onto his throbbing length. Carefully, she moved backwards, forwards and up and down, until the head of his rampant cock touched her outer lips and clitoris before sliding it back in again, while running her fingers down the groves of his bony spine. She was obviously enjoying herself as his prick twitched and grew inside her as she rocked her hips. The girl watched his expression as she played with her obviously erect and aroused nipples. Biting her sumptuous blood red lips, the same colour as her finger nails they looked an amazing sight as they swayed together on the toilet until the dams burst and they came loudly over the edge together.

With all the puffing and panting I made my escape and nobody seemed to have noticed my absence from the bar. I saw the girl return and leave through the main door and waited for the old man to follow. I was busy and serving at the other end of the room when we suddenly heard an unearthly scream coming from the direction of the toilets. Bill my manager rushed out and some minutes later appeared back with a very distressed middle aged woman. He called me quickly over and asked me to look after her muttering that she had found a naked old man in the Ladies toilets quite dead with a huge hard on! I am sure that I went bright red hearing the news as I tried to take it on board and call for an ambulance. The Swedish girl had gone and only I knew what had happened but sure wasn’t going to say anything. I bet he had a smile on his face too, bless him what a way to go!!!

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It might seem a surprising idea – classic cars as a ‘babe magnet’ but I’ve certainly seen the phenomenon at shows. Some cars do just seem to attract the babes. The E- type Jaguar jumps straight out of course: did Enzo Ferrari, the founder of Ferrari, not call it ‘the most beautiful car ever made’? It’s not just the Jags., more usually its the sporty jobs with soft tops that appeal: Austin Healeys (perhaps more the bigger ones like 3000s, rather than Spridgets), MGBs and MGCs and, of course the Triumphs all the way from TR2 to 6. In tin-top format almost all Aston Martins seem to do the trick. Perhaps the Triumph GT6 and, bizarrely, the Ford Capri and certainly the big American jobs like the Ford Mustang and Chevrolet Corvette. It’s size that matters sometimes – oversexed and over here indeed!

Triumph 2500S as a babe magnet? I seemed to find it worked for me. There was something deliciously erotic, without anything being said or probably realised by the ‘babe,’ at being invited to sit on the Triumph’s old leather seats; perhaps the better if the ‘babe’ is in a skirt or shorts so the back of the thighs touch the leather. Nice to watch the ‘babe’ hold the steering wheel and reach for the gear knob if sitting in that seat. They always want to sit in that seat, always reach to hold the gear knob and cannot resist flicking that overdrive switch. I’ve even seen ‘babes’ fondle the knob like they might a penis. Subconscious? I don’t know. I’ve seen the odd one redden when she has seen me looking. And, seeing that touch and fondle… well, it does for me.

And when I say ‘babe’ I don’t just mean the young things. I recall a very nicely spoken woman, greying hair and a surprisingly smart outfit for a show, a blue two piece skirted suit indeed, settle into the driver’s seat, the skirt riding up and showing still very shapely knees and tops of lower thighs, me watching them moving as she pushed at the pedals, and then glancing at her hand, complete with wedding and engagement rings, as it settled atop the gear knob, as she said,

“I wouldn’t mind a ride in this,” and turning and smiling at me as her hand fondled the gear knob. There was no question the statement was not meant other than ambiguously, a double entendre sticking up in the air like the gear lever and its big knob. Her husband came up behind me, a big burly bloke in tweed and with a most remarkable moustache, and the three of us talked cars for quite a time as the woman sat there, fondling the knob. Did he notice her actions, was he as much erect in his tweeds as I was in my corduroys? Was there a manly fellow feeling at wanting our knobs fondled?

Nothing came of it that day, but I have often thought how good it would have been to have given her a ride. Perhaps alone, perhaps for her to suggest we parked up somewhere ‘quiet,’ perhaps to have sex in the back seat or, as I had with Jane, slip off into the countryside and find a secluded spot. Frankly, I would not have said no to giving them both a spin in the car, nice to imagine her becoming more and more aroused as she sat next to me, perhaps fondling the gear knob in a most suggestive way, my eyes flicking to it and perhaps, her husband, in the back seat becoming more and more aroused himself as he stared through the gap between the seats at her mobile hand. The suggestion finally made and me nosing the car into some secluded field gate or, better still, a track. Not my usual thing to have a ‘threesome’ but there’s always a first time. Probably all a great surprise to the husband, but how good to have a bit of variety, and how nice for the woman to be serviced by two men as she lay in a pose of abandonment across the warm bonnet of the Triumph. Completely naked, of course, undressed by two men, her sex so exposed. Two men taking it in turns to ‘poke’ her.

I had seen, indeed experienced, the seeming effect of Rob’s old car on both Jane and Heulwen but confirmation of my suspicions that it was, indeed, the car came when a new client appeared. I had always had a bit of a thing for those 1960s/70s girls in white mini-skirts and white leather boots jumping into or out of little sports cars. Mrs. Emma Peel and her 1965 Lotus Elân Series 2, Tara King in that 428 Spider, the closing credits of Dee Time – OK, all before my time but if you’re interested in classic cars of the period these things come up on ‘You Tube’ etc and I like the images! It was not, quite, that Susannah York drove into my garage, but it was certainly one sexy ‘babe.’ Literally drove in as I’d left the doors open – another hot day.

Not twenty, not eighteen, not twenty-four, more like thirty but with a figure as if twenty or so. Not a mini skirt but a mini-dress and, yes, white boots and a gold chain effect belt around her waist. Seriously Retro. Sex on a stick – and she knew it. A flash of white panties as she got out of her little sporty number. Somehow, I did not think she had not been taught by her mother how to get out of cars in a skirt – that was Ataşehir Escort deliberate.

I’m not one for feminism, rather the opposite really. No problem with equal pay for equal work but average salary comparisons between the male and female workforces of a firm? Get real! Fighter pilots, coal miners, girls playing Rugby in a serious way? All a bit odd if you ask me. And there is so much cake and eat it about it all. One moment you have some woman complaining about being treated differently – as a woman – the next you have them using their sexuality to their advantage, twisting things their way by very clear flirting. This was a case in point. I rather thought the young lady was going to encourage me to offer a good price for the work she wanted, simply by being so very feminine. She was right of course, I would offer her a good price, I would be very happy having her turn up as a client! A woman’s wiles work for me.

Very nice to stand and talk to her about her MGC. Very happy to take a look and quote for the work. Could she leave it with me, and I would let her know? Most enjoyable just to talk to her, Fiona Prentice was her name. I like talking to women particularly pretty women and was she that! Blond to boot, blue eyes, full lips, just so right and her hair worn in that Sixties way with a curling inwards either side, the ‘Lovely’ Aimi MacDonald came to mind. Good to talk and be amused by how she was twisting me around her little finger, and I was very happy to be twisted.

It transpired she had not really thought ahead about getting back from my workshop and she talked me into giving her a lift back to her workplace. She could get a train home from there. It did not require much talking me into taking her. I was more than happy to see her get in the Triumph beside me, see that white dress lift further up her long thighs, almost showing those white knickers.

“Nice car,” she patted the old leather seat, “do like the walnut dash. What’s that switch on the gear knob for?”

I glanced over at the MGC. They had overdrives as an optional extra – hers didn’t. So, I explained. Nice car, the MGC, big 2912cc Austin C-series straight-six engine so a head-on rival for the TR5 during its production life. There was work to do: those big chrome bumpers had seen better days and I could foresee several hours to be spend bent over in the engine compartment under the raised power bulge bonnet.

I was more than happy to talk about the Triumph as we drove. Watched her walk away a little longer than was really necessary, but good to take in her rear view – and that was enough with a few ‘thoughts’ to give me an erection. I even let it out of my overalls as I drove back and gave it a few tugs as I imagined her leaning over and sucking it. I was rather getting into the idea women did that, you know. I opened the workshop doors like that (with it hidden away again, of course). I stood looking at her MGC and then got into it and sat where, half an hour before, she’d been sitting. That didn’t really help, thinking about her shapely bottom on that seat, perhaps wriggling a little. Fuck, she was quite something! In my head the thought of cumming in her mouth or ‘giving her one,’ knickers off and lowering herself in that dress onto my upstanding gear knob. Out of my overalls came my cock once more – exposed and rigid in her car. Yeah, ‘turgid’ is a good word – it was that. An interesting violation of her space – perhaps. Across the workshop a roll of blue paper towels. Should I? Or should I really get back to work? I was a good boy – work won, perhaps because the blue paper was out of reach, and I examined the MGC in detail preparing the quote.

“How long will it be?”

I smiled, my thought that it would be quite long! I always enjoy a double entendre intentional or unintentional. I was pretty sure this was the latter. “Really it’s going to take me a fortnight. Getting the parts, re-spray…” I was talking on the ‘phone to Fiona that afternoon. “You could have it back now and bring it in when it’s more convenient, but I wouldn’t leave it too long.

“Could I have it back for the weekend and then let you have it Monday morning?”

I’d be very happy to have ‘it’ Monday morning! Another possible double entendre. I arranged to pick her up after work and bring her back to the workshop. It would be good to see her seated in the Triumph 2500 again.

“Mmmm, I do like this car,” Fiona said as she got in, “I liked my ride this morning.”

On your boyfriend, I wondered… riding cowgirl?

What a nice little wriggle as she settled herself on the leather seat.

“A really comfortable ride. I like a comfortable ride,” she said when we got to the workshop.

Now that was intentional. I was sure of it, and equally sure the Triumph 2500 had a lot to do with it. He was a naughty boy!

I was half way through the job on the MGC when I next had the next real contact with Fiona. Yes, I had seen her when Acıbadem Escort she had dropped the car off on the Monday, but I had been with a client, had just briefly spoken when she had driven it in and had seen she had someone else take her on to work. Another woman, I saw, in another sports job, a nice little MGB. Fiona just turned up out of the blue on the Saturday. One moment I was alone in the workshop, next she had walked in. Was it the same dress or a similar one? I was not that sure.

“Just dropped by to see how things are going.” The car was not ready to be driven, not with so many bits and pieces sitting on the steel workbench in the corner. The respray was booked for the following week. I rubbed my oily hands on blue paper and talked to her about it. My estimate held. The work was about what I had thought. I was interested to see Fiona seemed in no hurry to go. Indeed, I saw her hands a couple of times caress the yellow paintwork of the Triumph 2500. Was ‘he’ up to his tricks again? Something was coming. I was not just a visit to see progress, I was sure.

“I wonder, might you let me have a go in this?”

“Take it for a spin?”

“Mmmm. Not for sale is it?”

No fear! My answer clear: “It was a friend’s: I’m rather attached to it. If you want to have a run, I’m happy for you to borrow it. But sale, no. I don’t need it until, I suppose, five-ish if you want to go somewhere.”

I could see the excitement. “Oooh please, could I?”

The keys in her hand, the yellow driver’s door open, Fiona paused and then got in. I averted my eyes, not by choice but she was looking at me as she eased herself into the seat. That dress really was rather short: had I been able to look I am sure I would have seen more than I should have done.

“I do love these leather seats.” She patted the leather, “I like the feel on the back of my legs.”

I turned my head back to her. Up my spine a tickling sensation, not fear, not that at all, something quite different, a frisson of anticipation. That was a sexual allusion if I was not mistaken. I said nothing, just looked at her as if I expected Fiona to say something more… and she did.

Such a nice little wriggle of her shoulders, a coy, rather captivating smile, “it feels sexy, like an older man’s skin.”

Oh, crikey, where was this leading?

“Would you mind awfully if I didn’t wear panties, just had my bare bottom on the seat so I could feel the leather… please?”

“If… if you like,” I stuttered.

“Oh, I like.”

Did she, did she actually, purr?

“Well… you’d better be going.” Was I embarrassed to watch, I certainly did not turn away this time, as Fiona reached within her short dress, lifted her bottom and lowered a pair of white knickers. Done demurely if anything like that can be done demurely and in such a short dress, but suffice it to say, I did not learn whether she was shaven or unshaven down below. The foot pedals, on the other hand, would have gained a lot more information from their line of sight. She wriggled on the seat, not just a little wriggle at that.

“Would you mind looking after these for me?”

Fiona reversed out, her hand on the big flared knob – I didn’t miss that; and left me standing there in my oil stained overalls at the garage door with a pair of white knickers in my hand, watching Fiona changing into first and driving off. I closed the garage doors and looked at the flimsy white cotton in my hand. They were warm to the touch. It would though be a good idea to put them down, somewhere not oily and get them out of my hand with the risk of getting oil stained finger prints over them. Phew! I knew just how much I would like getting oily fingerprints over what they had contained just seconds before.

Warm to the touch – warm against my cheek. Warm against my nose with the scent of woman. She would know – know as she drove – that I would have done that – would probably know the sudden urge I had to whip out my cock and tie the cotton around it. Yeah, and wank with them, the soft cotton caressing my engorged prick. She would know the effect on an almost forty-year old, oil stained mechanic. Was she expecting to find her knickers soaked with semen on her return?

She might have been, but they were untouched by ejaculate, I did not risk that embarrassment. In fact, she did not even ask for them back on her return. They were in full sight, carefully placed on a clean footwell paper sheet, had sat, pristine white, on my workbench all day to the evident surprise of one client whose forehead had furrowed when she had seen them, but had said nothing. I’d certainly have tucked them away in a pocket if I’d thought Heulwen would be coming around,0 but I knew she was away.

Fiona returned about four o’clock, was gushing about the car, clearly in a state of sexual arousal and talked about how well it had driven, about her day, said she had even parked up on the Hogsback and sat and looked İstanbul Escort at the view from the hill. I wondered about that after she had gone off. Had she indeed admired the view or been rather unfocused with fingers in her dress playing with her ‘bits,’ having a nice little feminine ‘wank’ in the T2500. Had she perhaps looked longingly at the gear knob and thought what she might do with it in a (probably) less public space? Of course, once she went, I was on my hands and knees examining the driver’s seat leather for new stains. I hardly need to be that close. The wet patch, the oval wet patch was as obvious and visible as the Triumph’s yellow paintwork when out on the road. Tempting to get out of my overalls and lower my hanging balls slowly down onto the patch as I settled into the driver’s seat and then roll my cock in the wetness. That was probably as close as I would get to Fiona’s snatch. I had hoped she might want to move my gear knob on her return and get me to check her fluid levels. But not a bit of it, she would not even stay for a mug of tea, had things to do. Perhaps she was off to meet a boyfriend – well, he would be in for a busy time!

The knickers came home with me and whilst they did not end up soaked in semen, that did not mean they did not get tied around my cock, that they did not become a masturbatory aid or that I did not sleep with them warm inside my pyjamas. No, I did not put them on.

“I wondered… I’ve been telling some friends what a nice classic car you’ve got, whether you’d mind giving them a spin? We were thinking of having a picnic on Saturday if it’s nice, so would you like to come if you’re not doing anything else?”

Fiona and I were speaking on the ‘phone mid-week. The MGC job was going nicely and she could probably take it away on the Saturday. Could I spare the time to go for a picnic with Fiona and friends? Better if it was just her but that was a bit of wishful thinking. It would probably be a good day and I liked showing off the T2500. It might even be amusing to see it work his effect on Fiona. Work on the cars could wait. It was a Saturday, after all. I was happy enough to both come on the picnic and drive. What I hadn’t appreciated was there would be four of them, nor that all the friends would be female. A bit of a squash in the back seat but, alas, I was in the front.

A new thing for me driving a party of girls, well Fiona’s age girls. Gone her mini dress but denim shorts and tee shirt, instead, showed her legs to advantage. Fiona in the front, the other three in the back. Don’t girls talk! But I was happy to listen and drive – and take the occasional glance at Fiona’s long legs. It was a hot and sunny day, I drove with the windows open. No air conditioning of course.

Could he handle four at once? Was the old T2500 up to it? Was he going to work his – ‘magic,’ was it? – upon all four at once? Would I notice, even? The four girls were seemingly excited just at the prospect of the picnic, the day out and being together. They were animated enough as it was. Would his effect be slow and, it might be said, insidious? A lovely idea, four young quims gently and subtly moistening all around me, skin drawing back to breasts as nipples hardened – all eight of them. Might legs start rubbing together or, instead, knees part and then close repeatedly as nether lips swelled and the wetness flowed?

We stopped on a piece of heathland, parking the car and all getting out to stretch our legs. The girls went off one way and me the other to ‘spend a penny,’ and then there was a couple of picnic rugs and the prepared picnic to unload from the back. Pleasant to watch the girls applying sunscreen to their arms, faces, necks and long legs. I was more than happy to watch girls stroking oil onto their bare flesh. I took a few photographs. The girls would probably be pleased to have a record of the day, I could upload them and send the location to them all by email and it would also be pleasant for me to have the photographs as well to review and contemplate at my leisure (very possibly in my pyjamas and, who knew, perhaps some of that workshop blue paper towelling to hand…).

Not a very long walk found us sitting under a few pines, admiring the view and unpacking the picnic. Eating al fresco has a certain something about it and the day was perfect for it. Gloriously blue skies, a slight breeze making it all pleasant rather than hot and, I have to say, these girls knew how to make a picnic. Good to sit with them on the blankets. I always find sitting on the ground slightly awkward and uncomfortable – not that I was in any way complaining that day, the girls though had that natural grace women have. Fiona sitting with her long legs half tucked under her, another sitting cross legged in her shorts, another in a stripy summer dress sitting with her legs straight out and ankles crossed, the third sitting like Fiona and the fourth kneeling. I can recall because, again, I took photographs.

“What shall we do, this afternoon, a walk?”

It was an excellent place to ramble, plentiful and clear paths through the heather and gorse, the prospect of a wooded valley not far off for shade. I would enjoy that.

“What I’d really like is a swim.”

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Some had said he’d been mad to take the job at the public prep school. Sure, he had a PhD, but he didn’t need to see his name in print, and he didn’t need the pressure of getting it there. The money was decent, the rhythm suited his lifestyle, and the students were highly intelligent and largely disciplined in this selective all-girls’ school.

Others, all male friends not surprisingly, thought it was a great idea. They thought of him surrounded by nubile females every day and their imaginations ran wild. He had to admit that some days it could be trying. He was one of only a handful of male teachers – all married, all over 40 – but he was the youngest at 44. The hormones floating around and the looks some of the girls gave him were overpowering sometimes. But you’d have to be nuts to act on it – you’d lose your job and never get another one. In his five years in his post, he had successfully avoided even a whiff of trouble. That was about to change.

She was a senior, and her skirt was exceptionally short, even by the standards of the uniform. She had amazing legs, he had noted to himself in a detached way. It helped if you imagined the legs unattached to the rest of the body. That way you could safely fantasize about them without getting a hard-on every time you saw the girl in question.

The problem with this one was that she did not look at him adoringly like the others. She looked at him in a whole other way. A way that said she knew the effect she had on men; a way that was not comparable to the other girls who had simply found a handy focus for their overactive hormones. When she was in class, he didn’t walk around the room as he usually did, but took care to stay well behind the high table. Just in case.

Tonight, he’d gone with some of his buddies to a bar in a small town some thirty miles away. He had been surprised, and somewhat alarmed, to see her there when they walked through the door. Apparently she worked there, judging from the tray she was carrying around. And – Christ! – she was wearing denim shorts that were cut so high you could appreciate every inch of those fine, fine legs, and some of her ass too. He swallowed and suggested to his friends that they take a seat in the part of the room that another girl seemed to be working.

All went well for a couple of hours. He and his friends talked baseball and politics and women – the usual guy talk – and he had almost forgotten that she was there. Almost. Occasionally, he would look surreptitiously at those luscious legs as they weaved between the tables, and the thought would flit, all but unconsciously, through his mind of how good they’d look Ataşehir Escort around his neck. She didn’t seem to have seen him though. He’d picked the seat right in the corner on purpose, away from the overhead light. The trouble started when, after a few beers, he inevitably had to go pee.

As he came back out of the restroom, he almost walked into her.

“Oh! Sir!”, she said surprised, “what are you doing here?”

He felt a little embarrassed. “Well, you know, teachers have lives too,” he shrugged. “I didn’t know you worked,” he said, trying to sound casual.

She explained that it was just a part-time job on a Saturday night to give her some money for clothes, make-up and movies.

There was a brief but very pregnant pause, and then they both spoke at the same time. He apologized and insisted she go first.

“Well,” she said, looking coyly at him through her lashes and twiddling a finger through a strand of her hair, creating a reaction inside his jeans, “I was only going to ask who you were here with.”

He felt uncomfortably warm and wondered why she was so curious. He told her he was with friends, and then she asked him if he’d driven here by himself or with his buddies, because she needed a ride home.

He had to exert an enormous amount of self-control to avoid letting his eyes pop out of his head, or anything else pop out for that matter.

“It’s just that, you know,” she continued, “I need someone I can trust, and well, you are my teacher.”

Fuck! Her mouth was saying one thing, but her eyes, in fact her whole body language, were saying something completely different! He wasn’t sure what to do or say. His head was telling him to say he was sorry but he had to get home very soon, but his prick was telling him to go for it. Fuck!

He dropped his eyes. Big mistake. One look at those legs and his dick made up his mind for him.

“Sure, I’d be glad to,” he heard himself say, while the conscious part of his brain marvelled at his own stupidity.

Back in his seat, he tried to concentrate on what the guys were talking about, but images of her legs kept marching through his head. By the end of the night, his cock was so stiff it hurt, and he was grateful he had brought a longish jacket.

Outside the bar, he said goodbye to his friends, strolled to his car that was thankfully well away from the entrance, and pretended to fiddle in the glove box until he was sure all the guys had driven off. Then he went back to the bar and waved to her that he was waiting.

He was still telling himself he was stupid when she pushed open the door.

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“Very ready, ” she replied staring him in the eye.

He led her to the car, asking where she lived. It was only about five miles away and on his way home. A few miles down the road, she told him to take a turn down a side road. He assumed she lived in an isolated house, and was surprised when it dead-ended at a gate. He put the car in park and turned his head to ask whether this was where she lived, and found her face inches from his own.

“Sir,” she whispered, “I think you’re incredibly sexy.” – he gulped – “I can’t stop thinking about you. And I want you to fuck me.”

Fuck! Her right hand was on his thigh and her left hand was stroking the back of his neck. His cock was straining painfully against his jeans, and he could feel a moistness on the front of his shorts. Before he could say anything, she kissed him. Her lips were so soft and her tongue was insistent, and he couldn’t help kissing her back.

Suddenly he heard the engine die, felt one of her gorgeous long legs reach across his, and his seatbelt loosen. Next, the back of the seat dropped and his lips were pulled away from hers. She gave him an almost predatory look and reached behind her, down between his legs to pull on the lever that pushed the seat right back. She shifted her weight a little on his thighs and started to unbutton his jeans.

Fuck! This was surely not a good idea. But those luscious legs were under his hands now, so soft, so smooth and so firm, and he knew there was no going back. Wriggling to get past the steering wheel, she got on the floor between his legs and freed his throbbing cock from his clothes. She licked her lips as she looked at it, and he thought he would cum straight away. And then she had him in her mouth and he groaned out loud. The feel of her tongue as it moved around the head, licking up the pre-cum, made him reach back and grab the headrest with both hands.

Her mouth moved up and down his shaft, sucking him when the head reached her throat. Fuck! He didn’t know if he’d hold out very long, but she was no novice and her fingers gripped him firmly at the base. He couldn’t quite believe what was happening, but it was happening, and now it was, he needed to see those legs around his neck.

His hands went down to the sides of her head and he gently pulled her up. He leaned over to the passenger side to drop the seat and push it back, just as she had done. He didn’t need to talk. She knew what he wanted. Pushing him back with her hands, she lay over him to extricate her long, luscious limbs from under Bostancı Escort the steering wheel and sat down next to him. She pulled off her top, baring her pert little breasts, unbuttoned her shorts and slid them and her thong over her hips and over her feet, tossing everything in the back of the car.

He watched her. She was gorgeous – lithe, as only the adolescent can be – and he hastily undressed before executing a less than graceful extrication himself to climb over to her side.

He lowered himself on top of her to kiss her, his concrete erection pressing into her belly. Her soft hands stroked down his back to his ass and she dug her nails in. He raised his head slightly to look at her, and she lifted her own head to breathe in his ear, “Fuck me, sir. I am so hot for you.”

He didn’t need telling twice by this point. His hand caressed the length of her young, nubile body, and he sucked on her nipple as a gesture, at least, of foreplay. His fingers slipped easily between the lips of her pussy, which was soft, swollen and very wet. He sank to his knees and lifted the legs he had fantasized about onto his broad shoulders, then pushed up from the seat, rolling her ass up in the air, exposing her beckoning cunt.

As he entered her, they both moaned loudly. She was no virgin, but she was tight. He eased in slowly so as not to hurt her, savouring the awesome sensations. Fuck! He was past caring how stupid he was being now. He stroked in and out slowly, revelling in the sensation of her warm wet walls around his cock. He opened his eyes and saw she had hers closed and was playing with her nipples. He began to stroke faster. He watched her hand glide down her body and her forefinger find her clitoris and begin to rub actively. Her stomach muscles were clenching and her calves were pressing down on his shoulders as she tried to thrust up to meet him.

He could feel his own calves start to cramp and he wasn’t sure if it was just the position or he was soon going to cum. The feeling began to build and he knew then that he wouldn’t last much longer. His arm muscles were straining now as his cock plunged in and out of her with a mind of its own. She was moaning hard now and he could feel her vaginal muscles pulling him in deeper. His balls, soaked with her juices, began to tighten; her pussy clamped around him; his prick was like a girder as the cum rose through it, and then he grunted as he burst into her, her pussy clasping him, pulling a second and a third spurt out of him. She was mewling, actually mewling.

Her legs spread and fell from his shoulders and he collapsed on top of her, feeling their intermingled cum seeping into the fabric of the carseat, and wondering if he had anything he could clean that up with before he got home.

“Oh, sir!” she breathed again. “You were amazing, just like I imagined. I promise this will just be our little secret.”

Fuck!

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