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sunnyandmild on Love Stories

“So, what did you need to pick up?”

“Just a little something to accent this evening,” adding, “You’re okay with this right?”

“Yeah” he replied in a half sure tone. “How about you“

“Uh-huh, with the timing and choice, it works out great,” she said confidently.
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“ Whoa!. Now THAT’S a real masterpiece! You really have to know what you’re doing to design and build a fireplace like that,” remarked Curt, a Marine Lt. Colonel. It was the eve of completing his tour as Commanding Officer at the Regional Reserve Readiness Center. Implementing programs and surpassing goals opened the door for him to one day wear sta

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rs on his collar. Though highly motivated, a dynamic personality offset the traditional “HooRah” associated with the Corps. Out of uniform, you figured for white collar management.

Sipping his beer, he carefully eyed Sam’s skilled craftsmanship in restoring the old house. Selling could easily bring six or seven times the original price. But it would probably take every dollar plus to replace it and not have near the quality. Instead, Sam decided it was time to enjoy his fruits from years of hard labor restoring and remodeling. Why walk away and let someone else enjoy it?

Sam 42, and Nancy 38, were married 20 years and lived a comfortable lifestyle despite paying for their daughter’s college education. Two incomes servicing little debt permitted them extras that their peers with larger families couldn’t afford. Yet by no means were they extravagant.

Nancy, a registered E.R and life flight trauma nurse was well liked by her coworkers and patients. A thoughtful caregiver, she willingly volunteered her services teaching care giving skills at the community center. Sam owned a repair shop and taught his skills to young people hoping that busy hands and minds would keep them out of trouble. They met Curt assisting with the Toys for Tots program and organizing youth group field trips to the reserve center as part of the Corps outreach program.

By all accounts, they enjoyed life together as model parents, neighbors, and valued community members who loved working together. The same held true for their private relationship. However, their dark secret if revealed would ruin their reputation forever. Despite their personal devotion and compatibility, Nancy’s sexual needs sometimes exceeded Sam’s capabilities. Not that she had an insatiable appetite with frequent binges, but one that occasionally necessitated an intense extra.

Nancy maintained strict rules; no coworkers, colleagues, local residents or people with community ties and certainly no long term commitments. Discreet meant no strings attached, phone calls, e-mails or thinking of you cards. Her marriage was fine, but at times needed tweaking or what Sam referred to as “recalibrated.”

When the need arose, she’d pack a bag for Florida’s fun in the sun. The seminars, conventions, night life and whatnot presented great opportunities for a satisfying tryst.

Sam understood her fantasy needs as a release from the stressful job in a trauma E.R. and the brutal cases. Emotional highs from beating the odds to pull someone through were dashed when valiant efforts failed on another. Young innocent victims made thing even tougher. She was grateful having him there for her, the ideal listener knowing when to keep silent while holding her and just what to say when he did speak. He was her E.R., but at times a higher level of care was needed. Sam also understood the concept of sometimes having to get away in order to come back. Never prying into her affairs for details, her trips were private . She’d return refreshed and happy to be back with her true partner. This was just one of the things making Sam really special.

Curt valued both their friendships. Without them his assignment he would have been boring. Their camaraderie came without constant shop talk and permitted his freedom of expression without repercussion. Besides, there was Nancy. He high regarded her professionalism and strong feelings as a woman. She was well spoken, but told it like it was, serious but had a sense of humor, busy but always had time to listen and somehow had the right answer. He carefully harbored his deep feelings while secretly nurturing their growth despite complications they presented. Having an affair with a married woman could end his career, but human nature found her hard to resist. By chance, the best of both worlds would came together.

Nancy was reaching a dire need at the time his transfer came through. Recognizing the opportunity, she wasn’t subtle about her being very receptive to an overture. Curt, well he was more than happy to oblige. Thus, tonight was going to be the climax of their feelings.

Change of Command duties filled Curt’s remaining days making tonight the last he was able to visit. The growing void created by the loss of his best friends made it feel like leaving home for the first time all over again. Sam’s gift of an expensive digital camera came with the condition of Curt’s promise to e-mail pictures from all the places his career would take him. It was a tough parting for both men.

The moment was interrupted by the sound of Nancy’s high heels on the bare hardwood floor as she walked through the hallway into the adjacent den. As if on cue, Sam motioned to Curt, “C’mon, Nancy has something she wants to give to you. You might say it comes with both our trust and love.”

The recessed lighting provided atmosphere but the low audio of classic love songs set the mood. Introduce the appearance of a strikingly seductive Nancy and the scene was complete. The short black print skirt was flimsy enough to evidence that panties weren’t part of the one piece nylons and garter ensemble bought earlier. Nor was she wearing a bra beneath the mock turtle neck top. The fall worn to lengthen her hair suggested another side that select few were privy to ever see. Black sling back heels finished the statement of a woman visually communicating her intentions.

Her appearance hit both men with a passionate rush of burning desires. While Sam’s was tempered with love, Curt’s was driven by lust. In his heart, Sam wanted to be part of a ménage a trios but knew he’d be in the way. Tonight was all about them, feelings that needed expressed in creating their own private time for a personal memory.

Posing seductively, resting a knee on the armrest of the couch, she deliberately lifted her skirt with a sultry look exposing a taut thigh, curvaceous hip and buttock. Coyly moistening her lips, she spoke in a soft flirtatious tone, “Now that he gave you his present I’ll give you mine….which you can imagine is a little more intimate. Believe me, this isn‘t a mere whim that I’ll regret later, so, for the next few hours and the times we look back on them, let us just smile, lift our glass and say Carpe Diem.”

Giving Sam a light kiss, she then whispered in his ear that she loved him. The wiggle of her fingers in a good bye gesture was the cue for his exit. Sam may have physically departed the room, but the obscure remote security cameras would keep him very much in touch.

Responding her gesture, Curt sat on the couch with her standing before him holding his hand.

In a soft sultry voice, Nancy made her request. “Now that we’re alone and the evening ours, I want you to feel me, MMMMMM, fuck me, YEEESSS, and explore all of me. In return, I’ll fuck you and satisfy every craving you have and any other I happen to create along the way.”

Nancy carefully undressed her man with devilish anticipation. Despite having imagined what she would discover, a gasp of utter surprise at what her colleagues would term as a *must see* was followed with a joyful “Oh yeah!” Even relaxed, his cock had firm muscle tone.

Fondling and caressing a very healthy and muscular cock with skill and finesse,, she began to stroke it. Her warm wet lips engaged the crown with a passionate kisses and tongue flicks. With her understanding of anatomy, she knew just how to journey down the shaft to his scrotum. Slipping an ample portion of his 9 inches in her mouth, the nimble work of her fingers, lips and tongue made him even harder. Her casual pace ensured mutual satisfaction was derived while his discipline kept him from letting it go. That he’d save for later.

Straddling him, Nancy was anxiously awaiting the moment he’s split her hairs before burying that bad boy in her. Curt drew out that wait by teasingly circling the head of his cock against the tender flesh of her labia already wet and crackling. With tantalizing short probes and slow withdrawals, she was the one to quiver in anticipation with each invitation to open wider. She engaged him in long French kisses as her hands lovingly caressed his face. Dallying while hovering on the tip of his cock, she knew what it felt like to be the target in the crosshairs. Seductively lowering herself on his shaft while edging him on with wanton overtures, her sentence of “Wait until you see what intensive care this nurse is going to…” suddenly was cut off with his full insertion.

Neither imagination or experience suggested anything so long and hard amply filling her would feel so marvelously comfortable. Instantly, the her lively feeling within accelerated to another ecstatic level. Involuntary motion seemed to drive Nancy’s weakening legs to pump herself up and down as his girth grew along each trip. Like magic, she felt her body fill out…her breasts felt a steady inflation making her nipples protrude. She felt a light buzz….. then a warm glow from the halo that seemed to envelop her.

With her sitting in his lap well engaged, Curt couldn’t get enough of feeling her body while nibbling her breasts. A well trained tongue traced the areolas before his lips plucked her nipples. Eventually he discovered one of her sweet spots on the underside of her breast. Both voiced pleasure to the sensations and feel of one another while jointly maneuvering his full measure. Effortlessly he held a smooth and steady rhythm to his penetration delivering an enduring sensation inside her.

Vigorously giving herself a workout, Nancy wanted more of him inside her. Raising herself to the tip, inhaling a long “UHHHHH,” there was a pause before exhaling the long OOOOOOOHHH on the trip down. Up and down, up and down she continued. The wider she opened, the deeper he progressed towards unlocking the gate to her hall of orgasms. Nancy popped a few small bursts but he was knocking on the door of the big one. When he began thrusting a little harder she felt herself tighten. “OH GOD!… HERE I COME, Curt! CURT,” she cried out urgently. Then finally “I’M COMING! I-- AM--C-O-M-I-N-G!” she gleefully sang. How many more trips up and down the joy pole could she make??? Tighter her pussy’s muscles contracted shortening her glide. Throwing her head back and freezing at the tip, she fought it back but there was no way. With a shocking loud surrendering wail, Nancy dropped the BIG “O” on her way down.

Somewhere along the way she relinquished her position winding up on her back with him on top. Legs spread up and out, toes curled hanging ten, oh, did she feel the pleasure of him filling her now!! She was content to surrender control so he could drive it the distance with his smooth delivery leaving her to lilt between a post orgasm and the rapid build of another. Every pour wanted to suck him inside her. “ FUCK ME,” she demanded, “ don’t dare come out of me now, I want to feel you in me…deep. Baby, let me really have it.”

As the silken sexy hosiery clad legs wrapped around him drawing him in tighter, a breathless Curt forewarned her, “Oh yeah girl, and then some.”

In the throes of her sensual leg lock, Curt short stroked deep in and out of her like a juggernaut up against the dynamo. Slowly the roles reversed with him at the mercy of her wiles of manipulating him with hip motions draining his energy into her. Savoring the feel of those silken legs and wanting to extend his boundaries, Curt reduced his pace to slower, longer projections. The day being seized, he fully intended to savor its hours.

Now, Nancy was drifting into the OHHHH Zone. “Man you are something! You have me tingling inside, Oh God, what do you have that thing hooked up too! I LOVE IT!” Again she petitioned, “Please…when are you going to let me feel you come? I want you to come inside me. Please! Really deep”

Harder she humped responding to the feel of the heat he was bringing. She was anatomically familiar enough to know he was deep in her vagina, far deeper than any man tread before. God, could he use his cock like a probe to deliberately explore while sensationalizing every stroke. His tensing indicated that he soon was going to treat her. Stroking her legs along his flanks shifted him to a higher gear. Widening her legs and thrusting her hips popped his seal sending a deluge of love pearls to melt inside her.

A celebratory Nancy euphorically screamed with pleasure receiving his long held burden. No sooner than being peppered with his initial bursts, the second came cascading right behind. “Fabulous” she exclaimed, “absolutely fab-U-lous!” spreading her legs wider while gleefully kicking. Maintaining an erection, he continued to hump away as the target of his affection was only capable of intermittent thrusts hoping to coax another orgasm from him for a loud mutual climax. And there were several. Near breathless, Nancy voiced her pleasure, “When we girls dish the dirt, you’re what we dream of. That was a five star fuck, the best anyone has ever given me.”

In an adjacent room, Sam watched on a security monitor. His initial exhilaration gradually waned being replaced by the shocking sight and sound of their fury. The striking image of Curt tenderly cradling her while enveloped by the bonds of hot legs sexily attired in sensual hosiery created the illusion of them floating within a bubble. My how she responded to his touch along her thighs or his fondling and squeezing the cheeks of her tight derriere. Curt’s groans, her petitions and moans added to the mood setting music. The sight of the eurhythmic meshing of their bodies building to a crescendo of flesh slapping flesh as he rode her to a quickened pace was mesmerizing. The friction of hosiery rubbing hot against Curt’s body, was the prelude to the slow breakdown of the blended cologne and perfume yielding to the telltale scent of a woman’s intimate pleasure. What began as a lusty indulgence escalated to Nancy’s intimately making love to him with ample return.

Sam wasn’t given to frequently envisioning her sexual encounters though what he witness paled any images of previous affairs. Astonished at the length and girth of Curt’s cock, the sight of 9+ inches tightly inserted in her pussy and the bulging “O RING” formed to accommodate it staggered his senses. With unhurried and leisurely rhythm , Curt inserted himself deep, pausing to tease her with sensitizing probes. Purring in delight, Nancy, legs open and suspended, remained motionless capturing the full ecstasy from the pleasurable feel of having her cunt’s less visited velvet lined recesses stimulated. Curiosity and awe overrode his sense of voyeurism having never seen or imagined Nancy being so into it. Neither ravaged or subjected to humiliation, she was being intensely and masterfully fucked by an endowed gentleman connecting with her physically and emotionally. Tapping her “O” button seemingly at will increased her pleasure while each release of his cum in her intensified her glisten and gleam. It was hard to take issue with her delight.

It was also difficult putting what he saw into perspective. Extra curricular activities while vacationing were a foregone conclusion but never discussed. However, tonight, before his eyes, he witnessed something beyond conception. Was that really his wife he saw? Could it be the same woman? It was almost inconceivable her passionate participation and delight with another man. Without compunction she intimately took him multiple times, eagerly accepting every wad of semen delivered and never balked at satisfying his sexual appetite.

Clearly, as lovers, they were well matched. Sam knew when she made love to him how he felt, but did Curt receive the same or more. She certainly didn’t hold back any. Suddenly, Sam wondered how he really made her feel, good as usual was now inadequate. There wasn’t any doubt to how Curt made her feel, she reached the stratosphere. Yes, he felt joy and happiness for her being able to fully exercise her nature and quench desires. Her contentment was paramount as his wish to never see her unrequited went across the board. But now he had some concerns. Did she find the point of no return? Was his own adequacy further diminished? Watching Curt fuck her made him feel like Liz Taylor’s seventh husband on their honeymoon; it wasn’t about knowing what to do, it was a matter of how to make it interesting. Levity aside, Sam wondered how he would really feel about her now.

Just as he was ready to stop viewing he was either treated or cursed to catch one more glimpse. Nancy was now the one giving Curt a hard work. As a prelude to his orgasm, Curt elevated himself as though doing a push up, held his position while still engaged, and proceeded with a lengthy download of a hefty stream. Now it was his turn to hold motionless while Nancy humping and thrusting coaxed him on.

Driven wild with his hot burst she sharply screamed, “Oh YES, babe, deliver it all! C’mon babe bring it on, bring it home, I want it. It feels so wonderful, thank you, thank you, thank you!” Sinking his bone in to bury his last wad, she cried with relief, “Jesus! How long have you been storing that stuff up?” Then laughingly added, “That last one felt like platoon strength. With all those little soldiers their enjoying liberty, I just hope my birth control is up to working the overtime.”

Sam thought it best to dim the monitor and turn down the sound. Right now, he was feeling overwhelmed and worried. He like it better when he knew nothing.

The afterglow was kept simmering by their brushing bodies while short wet kisses growing more assertive rebuilt their appetites. “You have more from where that came from?” came her query.

“What does the good nurse have in mind?” Nancy thought a moment then whispered what she wanted from him earlier. With a smile, Curt responded with an enthusiastic “By all means, I’d love to!!”

Nancy’s fantasy of “Feel me, fuck me, fill me, and enjoy me” continued being fulfilled. Curt reveled in feeling such a fine body freely surrendering herself to him without restraints. Her body was one erogenous zone with surprise responses that opened new doors. Finally, someone knew what to do once those doors were opened. His engaging her from behind from behind floated her through that free zone with the unlimited gratification when your partner is SOOOOO right and both exist on that rarified air. He advanced her to a new station in sexuality and a new threshold for her wetted appetite. What Sam’s hands were to mending a broken object, was what his were to a woman in need of personal repair. The soft breath with caress from his lips on her neck held her spellbound while the deft touch of one hand aroused her breasts. Slowly the other massaged her abdomen stimulating her flow responding to the pumping and flexing cock inside her. One body in perfect harmony made a complete symphony.

Never did she imagine one man’s prowess would match the protracted encounter involving three virile young men, with all the stamina and abundance associated with youth, that affectionately gratified her individually with style and in combinations. But tonight that was surpassed by a single lover, the quintessential lover of her search. Past lovers filled her needs albeit temporary, but Curt definitely imparted a substantive feeling of consummate fulfillment. After the physical sex, an ongoing emotional infusion continued. Even his cuddling after was sensual and stimulating.

Around 4:00 a.m., Sam awoke to the sound of a car door shutting and the start of an engine. Total silence gripped the house. The monitor yielded no images from the darkened den. He froze as the lump in the back of his throat grew in fear of being alone. An anxious Sam waited. Nancy slowly emerged from the shadows appearing pleasantly sedate, smiling contentedly. The sheer hip length robe was made shorter yet by full breasts filling it out. Beneath it, she still radiated that buffed sheen. Hesitant to speak as not to pierce her veil of peace, Sam waited for her to break the silence.

“ God, I didn’t realize the time,” shaking her head to clear the misty haze.

“ Are you okay? I mean you‘re alright aren‘t you?” Sam nervously asked.

“Yeah, I think so” she happily replied as though she sought assurances. “Sorry hon, I spent a little longer than I intended to, but when you don’t cut short something that keeps getting better and better. I might have gone a little overboard, but it was hard not to when I had such great opportunity.

For the first time ever, Sam wanted to know something about her experience. “So this was different from other ventures?”

“Far and away” she replied, somewhat surprised he asked. “Others, it’s usually all about them and what they think they can do for you. As long as I’ve satisfied them and they’re satisfied with THEIR performance, then all is okay in their book. Not so with him, he makes it all about the woman. Of all the lovers, I must admit he was the best and really got to me.”

Trying not to sound hurt or harsh, Sam expressed his concern that perhaps Curt was a little to assertive and perhaps things got a little out of control. He was treading carefully as not to upset her and trigger an argument.

In a somewhat defiant voice she shot back, “You mean I fucked him vigorously, enjoying everything he did and let him fill me with tons of come! I won’t deny enjoying it, but Sam, he was exactly what I needed. Undoubtedly he has filled the needs of a lot of other women the same way and will go on doing so. And no doubt for all of us, it was dreamlike. But dreams are illusions lasting shorter that we think. There are just some dreams that are better than others.

The room stood silent for a moment. Then in a conciliatory voice she said, “Look, there is only one Sam and while dreams like that are nice, I’m most comfortable where I am. Just as he did something extra for me, there are so many more things you can do that others can’t. That is why they always leave alone. Extras are nice, but essentials can’t be replaced. I’m lucky you let me have the best of both worlds. ”

Relieved she wasn’t swept away by events and departed with him, Sam still remained uneasy. Nancy, knowing words alone wouldn’t reassure him suddenly felt an unusual need for her own reassurances. Sam’s spontaneity didn’t afford her an opportunity to freshen up. Those sinfully stained nylons accentuated the scent of a well exercised woman still possessing the traces left by her lover. For Sam, it was a catalytic aphrodisiac igniting his passion from earlier in the evening. He wanted his woman back, more so he needed to re-establish his prominence marking his territory. Surprised and overwhelmed at his intensity, tears of joy welled in her eyes as Nancy, more than willing let him fuck her there in the reclining chair. Sam wondered when her nails and high heels dug into his flesh if her response directed to him or were earlier hours being relived? Secretly, Nancy wondered at her own response. Was it out of passion or compassion? She still felt Curt throughout her and it wasn’t easy to let go. Aware the boundaries of Sam’s love seemed endless, would they stand the test this time? Would there be a next time??

BARBEE

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BARBEE

Barbee's day had been too long and too hard, one of those demanding, nothing-goes-right days that makes you want to scream your head off. But it was over now and all she had to do was get through the rush-hour traffic and make it home. Everything would be all right then. Of that, she was sure.

Turning into the driveway faster than she should, Barbee knocked the gearshift into park, grabbed her purse, and nearly stumbled in her rush out of the car. She barged through the back door with only one thing on her mind. Her bulging handbag landed on the recliner seat and her keys hit the kitchen tab

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le with a thump. She passed the stack of mail on the tiled counter without a second glance, pulling her sweater over her head, throwing it on the floor as she sped through the den. 
She hurried up the stairs, reaching the top winded. The bedroom door stood open, and Barbee burst in then came to a halt. Her eyes took in the object of her haste greedily and she forced herself to draw a deep calming breath.

Begi looked up. His sexy mouth slowly curved into a smile, his special reassuring smile that always made Barbee feel at home. He tossed the sports magazine aside and propped himself higher against the headboard, his muscular body perfectly at ease in its nudity. With the adjustment, he drew up one leg to bend his knee. The other leg lay heavily over the rumpled sheets.

Barbee tore her gaze away from his face, letting it slip past the broad shoulders, the sparsely hairy chest, the flat stomach, to come to rest on his groin. Under her hungry probe, the limp cock lying in its nest of curls twitched once, twice, then began to rise to the occasion. Barbee, her irritation and fatigue quickly fading, licked her lips absently as she watched it stretch into its perfect shape and pleasurable proportions, becoming the work of art she had dubbed it to be on first acquaintance. Another deep breath filled her lungs; the world would be right again. Soon.

Their eyes met and locked. She took two slow cat-like steps and stopped. Begi's eyebrow flared then settled and his gaze dropped to Barbee's chest expectantly.
Her arms crossed and she took hold of her shirt by the hem with both hands. A cheeky grin revealed her pleasure as she teased Begi with a brief pause before continuing. She raised the hem slowly, her narrow waist twisting side to side in deliberate seduction. One breast, covered in powder-blue lace revealed itself, disappeared momentarily, then reappeared, this time with its twin. The shirt climbed higher and higher, eventually sliding over Barbee's head and then falling on the carpet. There was no need for an exchange of words; actions and expressions spoke far more eloquently.

The shoes flew a short distance as Barbee kicked them off one by one, her eyes never leaving Begi. The slacks were next. She undid the clasp, slowly drew down the zipper, and dug her thumbs inide the waistband. Her hips moved right and left as she began to tug the pants lower, but stopped abruptly with a change of mind. Her quick about-face drew a soft chuckle from Begi. She leaned forward, just a little, pushing her rear out, then resumed, wiggling more provocatively as she slowly pulled her slacks and panties down together. They cleared her creamy buttocks and came to a stop at the upper thighs. She held the pose until she heard an appreciative grunt from behind then proceeded to slowly slide the slacks and panties down her long legs until they laid on the floor at her feet.

Barbee straightened and turned to Begi as she stepped away from the heap of clothes. His glance descended leisurely and fixed on her pubic area. Barbee's hand followed unconsciously, fluffing the soft thatch of hair before her fingers uncurled on their own accord and slid between her dampened petals. The pleasure took her unexpectedly; her eyelids drooped, her head rolled back, and she moaned in her pleasure.

Begi cleared his throat. It took a second clearing for him to gain Barbee's attention. She shook her head and squinched her nose, giggling at her folly, then grew serious once more. Combing her fingers through her thick curls, she reached back and arching, unsnapped her bra hook. The satin straps slid off her round shoulders and she discarded the lacy restricter with a hearty sigh of liberation.

Begi's staying glance halted Barbee's approach. She stood naked, her hands falling to her sides. His predatory scrutiny made her self-conscious. It also aroused her. Her breasts tightened and grew heavier, her pink nipples hardening like two bullets. Heat unfurled low in her belly and her breath quickened with desire.
Begi’s eyes made a slow steady perusal of her slim, shapely form, taking their sweet time to take their fill. He summoned her with a nudge of his head. Barbee went to him without a word, her eager expression betraying her unhurried pace. 

She climbed onto the bed gingerly, and as gingerly, positioned herself astride his strong thighs on her knees. Once more, their eyes connected, immersing them in the knowledge that their exchange will constitute more than mere physical satisfaction.

Begi’s hand came up and wrapped firmly around his cock, holding it steady in preparation for Barbee's descent. She inched forward into position. Her shaky, anticipating fingers sank into her soft golden tuft and shamelessly parted the hidden slit to show herself. Blood pumped and heat swirled deeper, producing more of the sweet nectar of love while Begi's devouring gaze continued to feast. Only when his glazed eyes rose to hers did Barbee slowly begin to lower herself onto his pulsing cock. Silk brushed against silk and her eyelids fell to the serenade of a long-winded sigh.

It took every ounce of self-control and patience to do no more than press against the thick crown, which covered the entire span of her opening. Her gentle hip rotations blended male, female fluids, making it slippery, slick. The crown slipped through accidentally, drawing gasps from both lovers. Surprised eyes met, and the same wild urge and struggle for control reflected in both pairs.

Barbee slowly slid down the hard shaft, ripples of ecstasy raking her senses, their duet of moans ringing in her ears. Her vagina vibrated as inch by inch the tight canal stretched to accommodate him, the growing fullness extending to her very soul, infusing her with new life.

The rocking began gently, back and forth, and grew more demanding as the magnet of desire drew Barbee closer to Begi with every motion. Big hands came up and fondled her pendulous breasts. Thumbs and forefingers worked to punish those luscious nipples. Her moans came continuously, reiterating her needs. It wasn't going to take long at all.

Barbee’s gaze locked with Begi's as her hips moved more urgently, more determinedly. He thrust to her rhythm, long satisfying slides, while she squeezed in demand of pleasure. Recognition registered on Begi’s face the instant Barbee began to teeter on the edge of climax. He pinched her sensitive nipples with his fingernails and gritted, possessively waiting for his reward.

The sharp pain of pleasure hurled Barbee into sweet oblivion, drawing a guttural scream as mounted frustration and body exploded into indefinable gratification. Abandoning herself, her awareness centered solely on the sensations swirling within her feminine walls as they grasped, sucked, and devoured the hard cock pumping inside her, wielding its ruthless power to secure her dependence.

The numbness of the aftermath wore off while Begi cooed and held Barbee in his protective arms. Innocent pecks and nibbles of fulfillment were quickly pushed aside by the stubborn re-emergence of carnal needs.

"Barbee…." Impatient for true satisfaction, Begi suddenly rolled over, trapping a lost Barbee beneath his tense body. His spread fingers clamped on either side of her thrashing head, calling for her attention. Barbee stilled suddenly. Blue eyes popped open to the present. She drew her legs up sharply and clasped them around his waist. Then the thrashing began anew, and with vengeance. Possessed by an overwhelming urge to spare him nothing, she huffed and grunted as she struggled to widen the spread of her thighs for the taking.

Begi's mouth swooped down and found hers. The kiss was savage, as if a punishment for the extent of his desire. He sucked and bit, unforgiving. His hot tongue thrust in and out, turning and twisting, sweeping thoroughly. And when his lips did tear away, they left hers swollen and bruised.

He forced his hands underneath her buttocks and lifted them with a firm grip, enabling himself to plunge deeper, to pound more passionately. Barbee groaned, her body welcoming the vicious attack, the unrelenting demands of his manly needs.

Still, it wasn’t enough. Begi freed his hands and quickly draped first one long shapely leg then the other over his shoulders, pressing Barbee into a tight roll, effectively locking her upturned bottom higher for maximum penetration. His strokes now more vehement, he repeatedly withdrew to the brim then plowed back in with the force of his desire.

Tension thickened and Begi thrust recklessly. Labored breathing, slapping balls, urgent whimpers and heartfelt pleas filled the silence of the room like a choir fills a cathedral.

Begi's body, sleek with perspiration, suddenly tensed and his head snapped back in preparation. A deep primitive growl, and Barbee felt hot sperm eject into her womb. Her mind conjured a vivid image of the rigid cock pumping vigorously, unburdening itself within her body and the coil of need tightened even more. Her arms locked fiercely around Begi's neck and her hips pressed upward, straining to gain that impossible closeness.


The intensity of his climax tapering, Begi ground his pelvis against her spread cunt. The pressure was the crucial nudge Barbee needed and resistance shattered in retribution. A scream of victory burst from her lungs before her trembling body began to thrash violently as it gorged on a satisfaction more purified this time by their unison.

In this ultimate state, Begi and Barbee moved harmoniously and moaned rhythmically. He, still pouring his precious seed, she, absorbing it with untamed greed.
It was a long time before heart rates slowed and breathing grew normal. With Barbee's stirring, Begi's soft, satisfied cock slipped out of its moist haven. He drew himself up on his elbows and studied her expression of bliss. His gentle, affectionate kiss to her forehead opened Barbee's eyes. They smiled at each other, once more awed by the healing power of love and lovemaking.

Begi rolled over onto his back, his tucked arm wrapping around her to draw her against his side. Barbee snuggled closer. She fitted her head in the crook of his shoulder and hooked a lazy leg over his. Gratified sighs and sweet kisses followed, sealing their sharing, then leading them into tranquility.

As she was drifting off, a trickle of hot fluid slipped through her swollen labia. Barbee smiled, like an angel, and pressed her damp apex against the muscular thigh that was wedged between her legs.

Begi returned a listless kiss then allowed himself to plunge into the abyss of contentment.

Barbee sighed deeply. At last, satisfaction prevailed, and the world had righted once more. Just before she fell into deep sleep, her hand slid down and gently cupped Begi's warm, drained testicles.

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My husband and I planned to go dancing, it was our anniversary. I wanted to look great. I bought a very short black dress, which besides being short, offered my breasts up to god. My friend went with me shopping (Remind me to thank Marie again, *NOTE THE SARCASM*) I got my hair done, then my nails, and finally my make-up. My husband hadn’t seen me since I left this morning. I told him I was writing and I needed to get away from the house. That was five hours ago. I to

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ok one last look in the car-mirror, my pale face was framed by bouncy curls in my mid-back dark-cherry colored hair. The makeup on my green eyes was dark, and my lipstick the same color as my hair. I looked great, and to top it all off I was wearing 3 inch heels. (To use afterwards if you catch my drift)I was as ready as I was going to be when I pulled in the driveway. So I got out of the car, and went inside. I dropped my purse so I bent over to pick it up. I heard, a soft noise, and I looked up to find my husband reading a letter from a yellow envelope. I knew that envelope like the back of my hand. It was our fertility test which I had hidden, with good reason, in my filing cabinet under trash. It said he was sterile, but I was as fertile as the ground. He thought it was the total opposite. I don’t think I can describe the look of anguish on his face. His auburn hair, still was  wet from the shower, and his Green eyes glistened with unshed tears. When he finally looked up the tears were streaming down. He said something and it took me a minute to realize it wasn’t a dream. He said it again this time I could hear him.

         

“When were you going to tell me about this?” his expression was pained and stiff.

          My answer stumbled out before I can stop myself. It’s funny that two words can just make, or break a person’s heart.

 “I wasn’t.” I wanted to kick myself, I wanted to rewind the conversation but I knew I couldn’t.

          A look of perplexment came over his face.

“You... you weren’t going to tell me?”

“I thought it would be better.” I said bluntly.

He raised his voice. “Better for who? Who were you thinking about?”

“You!” I interrupted, I was getting flustered.

“Me! ME! You think I wanted to be told lies?”

          I could not understand why he was reacting this way; I was saving him from the pain I had gone through. “I don’t know what to tell you.”

          He was moving closer to me, his face rapidly turning red. He flung the folder at me. I’m sorry was on my mind, but that’s not what came out.

“It’s not my fault.” I was in total shock because of what I said. He backed me up against the wall. He clenched his fist.

“NOT YOUR FAULT?” he was screaming.

“I didn’t mean that.” Now I know it’s pathetic, but I was trying to save myself.

“THEN WHY DID YOU SAY IT?”

“I was mad, I didn’t mean it. I was trying to save you, and me from this.” I said pointing from me to him for dramatic emphasis.

“ONCE AGAIN THINKING OF YOURSELF, AND BY THE WAY THERE WOULDN’T BE THIS IF YOU TOLD ME THE FUCKING TRUTH IN THE FIRST PLACE.” I didn’t know what to do. If he was cursing and screaming then there was a serious problem.

           He punched... the wall, and backed off. I went over to hug him. He threw me off, grabbed his keys and fled. I heard his tires screeching as he flew out of the driveway. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I reached for my pocketbook and stumbled across the number of my ex boyfriend, at this moment I don’t think I could have said no to arsenic. Before I knew it, I was at his house. The mailbox and the front gates seemed all too familiar. I rang the bell. The gates opened, and my car pulled ever so gently into the garage. The door opened before I got there and Dan’s masculine figure stood before me. He rushed out towards me as if to welcome me, but stopped dead in his tracks. His face turned from pure joy to bewilderment. He reached for my face apparently wiping a tear, I had not even been aware that I was crying. He cradled me in his arms and brought me inside.

          Once we were inside his house I explained to him what had happened and he was infuriated. He wanted to find Nick and wring his neck. I told him no, that it was my battle and he respected that. He lifted my head with his hand, and made me look at his face. His black hair was chin length with a couple strands dangling into his face which framed his eyes, oh how those ice blue eyes made me melt. Our heads went in to kiss. I couldn’t do this. I walked into the bedroom just as if it were my own, and sat down on the bed. He came in and sat down beside me.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done that.” he said as he turned to look at me.

“You weren’t the only one in that room who almost did.” I said unable to return the gaze.

The problem was, we both wanted it, but neither was ready to receive it. I burst into tears.

“What is wrong with me, how come every relationship I have ends up this way, with me over at your house crying my eyes out.”

“I’m glad it ends this way, so I can comfort you.” he said innocently.

He reached for my face again, and brought it to his. I leaned in and kissed him back. He leaned back.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he said almost surely I would say no.

“Yes.” I said as he once again pulled me closer. I turned the kiss into more than it should have been. He backed up to look at me, and held my face in his hands. He looked for a minute, and must have been happy with what he found because he put his hand to his pants. He started to unbutton them. Then came the zipper very slowly, unsure. He pulled them down to reveal his striped boxers, legs, and calves. I started to pull off my shirt, showing my black bra, then I looked at him filled with insecurity. He loomed on top of me. He moved closer, my face only inches away from his. He was awaiting a kiss. When he did not move I returned the kiss, full on, no avoiding it. It turned into a marathon of tongue massaging and suddenly I felt better. I continued undressing. My insecurity was now gone and the emotion that filled me now was unbridled passion. We were totally bare, quivering and filled with anticipation. He leaned in to kiss me. As he approached me I felt the soft moonlight illuminate my chest in the familiar room. He put his manhood so close to me that it made me shiver. He looked at me once again, in the same unsure way, so I backed away. He got a look of discouragement on his face, but I gave him my best seductive smile, and he looked at me questionably. I got off the bed, and motioned for him to lie down, he complied quickly. I straddled him, but did not let him enter. I offered him my soul in that kiss. I fed at his mouth, and he did the same, I broke the kiss, and put my finger under his jaw line to move his head to one side.  His tender sensitive neck was very warm when I placed my lips to it, I nibbled gently, and I could feel that a now firm appendage was against my leg. I worked my way down, kissing, and nibbling across his nipple, chest, stomach, then his thigh, totally ignoring the part of him that he so desperately wanted me to touch. Down to his toes, and then on to the other foot, up his calve, thigh, stomach, chest, nipple, and  then the neck. When I came up to his mouth I was straddling him again. I gave him his kiss, and I plunged him as far as he could go and immediately, I could tell that this was no going to be any ‘Did I leave the coffee pot on’ sex. I didn’t really think as I bounced on top of him. I freed myself from my bra, and bent down further to kiss him again. He pushed me back, and down. Then he got off the bed, and motioned for me to turn to face him. I did a 180, and he wound up at the end of the bed. He entered me, and I wrapped my legs around him, right above the spill of his firm ass. I could tell that it would be soon for me, and apparently it would be soon for him too, his breathing changed into a heavy pant, and finally I ground my hips into him. I could feel him let go, and so did I. The orgasm made me stop the rhythm and just lie there pulsating to one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had.

 Which left me with one question, how come something so wrong feels so right?

         

When I woke up it was around three. I knew I would not be able to fall back asleep, there anyway. So, I gathered my clothes and decided to head on home. When I got there, I noticed candles were lit, dripping into their dishes, and rose petals were strewn throughout the house. They smelled delicious like candy, and looked even better. I headed very quietly up to the bedroom. I opened the door and peered in, there I saw Nick lying on the bed asleep, propped up on the pillow. I snuggled in close to him and moved him to a more comfortable position. I knew this was where I was meant to be.

 

 

A.G.Thomas on Love Stories

His Sons Fiancée

By

A. G. Thomas



That his youngest sons latest girl friend was teasing him was quite obvious. There was no other way her flirtatious behavior could be construed, and though he was flattered he wasn't in the mood. Maybe he really was to old, any way he felt old, much older then his 58 miserable fucking years. But still he did like the young girl. Without seeming to take his eyes from the TV he slyly looked at her. As he did so his mood mellowed and suddenly he didn't feel so old.

With a slight curling of his lips, more with regret then anything else he recalled how until re
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cently whenever asked his age people hadn't believed him. He wished he had a nickel for ever time someone had said he looked more like he was in his early 40's. He'd felt younger, stronger then. He'd often flirted with the nurses during his annual checkups even though he knew he didn't have a snowballs chance in hell of taking one of the little cuties out.

Not that he would have in the first place, after all he'd been happily married. Then came his wife's sickness and after her agonizing death everything had gone downhill and he hadn't given a shit. His accident only weeks after his wife's funeral had damn near killed him, and when weeks later he'd woke up in the hospital he'd wished it had.

His operations, the pain killers that he was even now eating like candy had taken their toll. Six years, six fucking years that seemed like a hundred. Not only in time that had gone by but in the years it had added to him, and to top it off his son was slowly bleeding him to death.

He knew he shouldn't have given money to his son's when he'd gotten his settlement but kind hearted soul that he was, oh well live and learn. His youngest had started a construction company, but he didn't really have a head for business. Now he was always borrowing money with the promise that when his business got going he'd pay him twice over what he'd borrowed. He was such a fool for believing him and an even bigger fool for continuing to give him money.

Again without trying to be to obvious his eyes once more traveled the short distance separating him from the young dark haired beauty sitting on his couch. God but she was beautiful. Silently he thanked a God that he didn't believe in for bringing at least one bright ray of sunshine into his life. He knew, and had known, lots of guys that would have said that she was to small. That she was to this, or to that and a fucking gook to boot.

To his old eyes though she was the ideal woman. Perky little tits that he instinctively knew were firm and with a slight upward turn. A slim waist and below that a tight little ass that if he were ever so lucky as to give it a squeeze he'd die a happy man. Chances of that ever happening though were slim to none. As for her being part oriental, well that just added icing to the cake as far as he was concerned. Well at least his youngest son was lucky in love if nothing else.

Unbidden his mind flitted back almost 40 years to when he was in the military cruising the south pacific. A time when he'd chased anything with a skirt and caught more then his share in ports from Japan to China and everywhere in between. Well that was then and this is now, and never the twain shall met. Her light lilting giggle pulled his mind back to the present. When he turned to look at her his eyes damn near bugged out.

He honestly thought he was going to choke to death he was hacking and sputtering so badly. Her short skirt had ridden damn near to her waist because she had tucked her legs up beneath her thus inadvertently giving him a glimpse of her little pink panties. He couldn't catch his breath despite breathing like a huffing locomotive and then she was beside him patting him on the back along with asking if he was ok. He most certainly wasn't, but he made a feeble effort to brush her away even though he was continuing to hack his lungs out.

Jennifer was still rubbing his back, her soft voice making little cooing sounds as pleasurable to his ears as a warm spring shower was to his face. But the mood was suddenly broken as his son, after stepping through the front door and possibly thinking he was being cute growled quit flirting with the old fart. Without waiting for hers or his dads reply he grabbed her arm and hustled her from the house.

The last thing he saw before the door closed behind his son and Jennifer was her cute wiggling buttocks as she struggled to get loose from Lawrence's grip. What the fuck was wrong with that boy? There wasn't any need for him to be treating her like that. She wasn't his property, she was his girlfriend for Christ sake. For a second the thought that if she were his girlfriend he wouldn't treat her like that flashed through his aged and drug dulled brain.

He felt a stirring in his loins for the first time in years, but that's all it was, a stirring. Sighing deeply he ambled off to his bedroom. Hours later, after a great deal of tossing and turning he finally dropped off to sleep. As he slept he dreamt. He dreamt of the first time that he'd seen Jennifer. As if he were awake and it was weeks earlier instead of asleep and now he recalled what she'd worn and the cute little shy smile as she'd been introduced to him.

She'd been wearing a pair of the latest style of jeans much along the lines of the hip hugger flare bottom jeans that girls had worn when he was about her age, but he damn sure didn't recall any girl looking as fine as Jennifer had. The jeans hugged her so closely it looked as if the cute young thing had been melted and poured into them. From the second he'd laid eyes on her he'd liked her, not because she looked sexy as hell. but because of an inner glow she had.

As he had looked at her and she at him time had seemed to stand still for him. How long they had stood looking into each others eyes he had no idea, but it wasn't until his son had said that he looked like he was in pain that he had taken his eyes from her.

Though he was asleep a smile curled his lips. It had been her that had helped him back into his lazyboy not his son. He dreamt of whenever she came over, which was quite often and without Lawrence, she did things for him. Little things like getting him coffee or fixing him a snack, and more then once even cleaning his house. He dreamt of the time he'd kidded her of always wearing jeans asking her why girls didn't wear skirts anymore. In his jest he'd playfully swiped at her as if to give her cute little butt a smack.

She, giggling like a little girl twisted just beyond his reach before turning around and wiggling her cute tight butt. Together they had laughed. Him gravely as it was the first time in a long while and she like a a fine crystal bell. He remembered telling her that women should wear dresses, then winking at her playfully he'd said that if she was his girl friend he wouldn't let her wear anything but. To his surprise but immense pleasure the next time he saw her that's exactly what she was wearing and she'd never gone back to jeans.

Coming awake at the sound of his son entering the house he was surprised to see and feel that his dick was hard. Not the bone hard six plus inches that he'd made love to his wife with before she'd passed away seven years ago but hard never the less. A feat that he'd thought impossible and he silently thanked Jennifer for giving him his first woody in many a long year, but then it softened.

Faintly a women's voice came to him and a second later his son harsh whisper for her to be quite or she'd wake the cripple. For a moment there was silence and he began to think that he had imagined it but then he heard giggling. What the fuck he thought, that doesn't sound like Jennifer and then looking at the clock he saw it was 3:30 in the morning. Climbing from bed and with the help of his cane he hobbled down the hall toward the living room. There on the couch was his son atop some half naked broad humping into her as if he were an animal breeding.

As he stood there watching them the girl suddenly turned her face in his direction. Like a teenager who had been caught by the cops she began pushing at and trying to crawl from beneath his son while screeching like a banshee that there was a dirty old man watching them. Turning about he headed back to his bedroom smiling to himself. He'd sure ruined his sons evening he muttered as behind him the slamming of the door made it clear that they had left.

In the morning when his son showed up to mooch breakfast as he usually did he told him his home wasn't a motel. Naturally Lawrence huffed and puffed. Something about not getting any from his fiancé so he had to get it where he could. He felt like slapping the shit out of the boy but instead he simply told him he never wanted to see or hear about him cheating on Jennifer.

Not an hour after his son had left for work Jennifer appeared and after picking up a few things, fluffing his pillow and seeing that he was comfortable she made coffee. As she busied herself he could see something was on her mind and he thought he knew what it was but he wasn't sure he should say anything. Handing him his coffee she stood before him shifting from one foot to the other making it apparent that she wanted to talk.

Putting his cup down he'd playfully patted his lap telling her to sit, and to his surprise she did. Snuggling into his lab she rested her head on his shoulder. For what seemed like an eternity to him but was probably only 15 seconds or so her breath tickled his neck before her soft sultry voice whispered that it was him that she loved not his son.

Dumfounded and feeling like a fish out of water he sat there unmoving. His thoughts flew about as if a hand grenade had gone off inside his head and then the oldest line imaginable spilled from his lips as he stuttered that he was old enough to be her father. That her face was still pressed into his neck, her lips and soft breath tickling his ear made thinking even harder and her whispered "I don't care I love you" did little to help.

He felt her small hand take his, felt her delicate fingers lifting, guiding him to her lap. Looking down he was surprised to see that his hand was on her upper thigh, almost beneath the hem of her short skirt, which to his shocked eyes appeared to have risen unbelievable high.

In a panic he started to remove his hand from her but she tightened her grip and to his surprise moved his hand another inch and then two higher and further between her legs, which even as he stared dumbfounded slowly parted. His hand was now beneath her skirt, his fingers a mere inch maybe less from her pussy. He felt that if he wiggled them they would touch her and then they did. His finger tips felt as if they had burst into flame as they made contact with her thin mesh silk panties.

Jerking his hand from between her legs he stammered that it was wrong, that she was to young, a child unaware of what she was saying or doing and he tried to push her from his lap. Jennifer threw her arms about him clinging to him, pressing her face to his neck telling him she knew all to well what she was doing and saying. His head reeled as if he'd been hit by a two by four as she whispered that she had loved him from the moment they'd met, and that nothing he could do or say would change her mind.

A choked sob came from her as she repeated she loved him and then she told him that even if she had to marry his son to be near him she would. Tears slid down her cheek as she said that even if he didn't love her now maybe he would someday. Placing his hand beneath her chin he turned her face to his then brushing her tears away he told her it would never work, that he was to old, to set in his ways and that even though he did love her, a young pretty girl like her needed a man that could satisfy her, something he would never be able to do.

His voice so soft it was as if he where thinking aloud he told her what he'd never told anyone, not his doctors, not anyone. For long minutes she looked into his eyes reading the hurt, the longing, the love in them and her young heart instead of feeling pity or contempt swelled even more with love for him. Slipping from his lap she knelt between his legs before slowly undoing his belt and pulling his pants from his hips.

Jonathan for his part had also read the love in her eyes as she had gazed into his. So when she had slipped from his lap and began to remove his pants he did nothing to stop her. Now he thought, now was as good a time as any for her to realize that nothing she could do would make a difference. Better that she found out now that he was not a whole man and would never be able to satisfy her.

A woman like her needed a man. Not just to hold her but to pleasure her, and since he could not there could never be anything between them. As he watched her pulling on his pants he envied the young man who would finally marry her, the one who would lay with her, the one who would make sweet tender love to her. A growl of anguish, more felt then heard rumbled in his throat as he cursed the life that fate had handed him while at the same time foolishly wishing that he were 30 years younger and whole again.

Like in an erotic dream he felt her soft warm breath on his loins, felt her fingers flutter lightly over his soft dick and testicles. Closing his eyes he dreamt of the man he once was. Dim memories of his wife doing as Jennifer was now doing wormed from the deepest recesses of his mind. With the memory were also faint traces of other women mouthing him before his marriage.

None of them though had been able to hold a candle to his wife. Not because of her expertise, for in truth others had been much better. But their efforts paled when it came to those of his wife for she had done so with love.

He knew that his lack of response was not solely because of the pain killers and other drugs that he was taking to get by. A great deal of his lack of interest in sex was because he missed his wife. With her death a part of him had also died and even though he had flirted with women from time to time it had meant nothing.

He did so because even though women would never openly admit such, they expected and thrived on such behavior from men. He played the part expected of him, but in truth he had simply lost interest in sex and women in general. With the piercing eye of an eagle his mind flitted back over the last six years searching for one women that he had felt the slightest attraction toward. There had been none. None that is until Jennifer. But that wasn't the same was it?

Suddenly all thought fled and his eyes flew open as he felt her lips on him. For a moment, a second in time as the young beauty had licked and kissed his useless 2 inch stub it had twitched. Unbelievingly he had felt a faint stirring that he had all but forgotten before it again softened. How was that possible? Such a thing shouldn't have been for the young beauty between his legs was not his lover, she was his future daughter in law.

But his denial of possibilities vanished as her lips, tongue and fingers continued their pleasurable teasing of his decrepit organ. Once more, but stronger, he felt a stirring before his penis shrunk to the pathetic thing it was and with tears in his eyes he groaned in frustration and pain. But Jennifer was not through. With soft cooing words of love and affection she climbed onto his lap. As her tongue ever so lightly licked away his salty tears and her soft lips tenderly kissed his tear stained cheeks and eyes a strange and weird feeling washed over him.

But the feeling went undiagnosed then was forgotten as with a last light brush of her lips, this time against his, she climbed from his lap and stood before him. Slowly, even more provocatively then his wife had ever done, the young beauty removed her clothes. He had never thought that a halter top could be removed sensuously but when Jennifer removed hers it was all that and more. Again the faint feeling of arousal tingled his loins and as much as he hated to take his eyes from the oriental beauty before him his eyes fleetingly dropped to his crotch.

When he again looked at her she was warmly, lovingly smiling at him while at the same time swaying sultrily, seductively to music that only she could hear. His heart beat like a trip hammer and he honestly felt he might have a heart attack as she unfastened her short pleated skirt then ever so slowly pushed it from her hips to let it pool about her feet. His breathing quickened to that of someone hyperventilating as after stepping from her skirt she reached behind her loosening then removing her bra.

As her bra fell away and his eyes locked on her small perfect breast the roaring in his ears grew in intensity. He had to close his eyes, had to blot out the breath taking beauty who was disrobing before him. If he didn't his heart would surely burst from his chest. For a moment regret that he was about to die touched him.

The regret though was not because he was going to die, but because his death would indubitable have a traumatic effect on Jennifer. He would never wish such pain, such feeling of responsibility on anyone, but most especially not on Jennifer. A sensation like that of having been cold cocked between the eyes by a baseball bat filled his being.

He was in love! No. He couldn't be, it was impossible. She was his sons girlfriend, possibly his future wife. She was what.... nineteen, maybe twenty and he was three times that. Yet even as he sought to deny such a possibility he could find no other explanation for how he had felt from the minute he had looked into her eyes. Giddy with the realization he watched spellbound as she ever so slowly pushed her frilly lace bikini panties from her hips and down her legs. So gracefully that his brain almost didn't register it she once more dropped to her knees and crawled between his legs.

Bending slightly yet without taking her eyes from his she smiled seductively while removing his pants from about his ankles. Raising fully to her knees she unbuttoned and removed his shirt. For long minutes her lips and fingers moved lightly, teasingly over his hairy chest and the paunch of his stomach. This was not happening, it was a dream. A very vivid and erotic dream to be sure but never the less still a dream.

What would happen next he mumbled as she gracefully rose to her feet and took his hand. Dream or not it was the best one that he'd had in uncounted years he inwardly smiled as he unresistingly let her pull him to his feet. Then as it could happen only in a dream together they walked naked and hand in hand to his bed room. Not a word had passed between them before and not a word passed between them now as after climbing onto his bed she made room for him beside her.

Reaching up she pulled him down beside her and then they were in each others arms kissing deeply. The touch of her lips, the feel of her skin against his, the graceful curves of her young lithe body as his hands ran over every rise and hollow of her made his head light. The firmness of her tea cup size breast as he gently fondled them along with her rock hard nipples pressing into his palm with each rapid breath she took made him ache with longing. His stomach rolled, his loins quivered and then the soft touch of her fingers encircling his twitching organ combined with the moan of excitement, anticipation, arousal breathed into his mouth stirred him even more.

His mouth left hers to move downward over her throat where for long uncounted moments he tenderly nibbled and kissed before again moving downward. Slowly teasingly he trailed kisses downwards to her small firm breast. Just as teasingly he repeatedly and time and again flicked his tongue over each nipple in turn before encircling each hard nub with his sucking mouth. Her sigh of pleasure as she pushed her fingers into his still thick long hair pulling him tighter to her heaving breast was like music to his old ears.

Dream or not he vowed that he would pleasure her as no man had ever pleasured a women. And since this was his dream he would pleasure her fully as only a man could pleasure a woman. For long minutes he continued to suck and playfully nibble each pebble hard nipple in turn before once again moving downward. Down to her quivering stomach where he sloppily, playfully and for long minutes tongued her bellybutton before moving at long last between her legs.

Her nervous giggle, the jerking of her hips when at long last his lips, his tongue touched her sweet smelling pussy awoke a memory that he had long repressed. But instead of feeling guilt that he had elicited the same response from this young oriental beauty that he had from his wife he felt pride. His warm breath against her, in her brought even more moans from her and her legs opened allowing him easier access. Without hesitation and in answer his tongue fluttered over and between her pussy lips with greater gusto.

Jennifer, her mind bursting with pleasure and wanting him to feel as she did twisted beneath him until she was in a position to do to him what he was doing to her. With a love such as her young heart had never before felt she reached for his growing erection as his tongue again began licking and probing her most private treasure. His mind was focused solely on pleasuring her, of satisfying her with his mouth and tongue and it took several long seconds for him to realize that her fingers were again about his dick.

Faint soft cooing sounds touched his ears only to be cut off as her lips pursed against and then encircled the head of his dick. His teeth found then tenderly nibbled her clit causing her body to spasm and jerk. His lips closed about then sucked the quivering nub as his tongue stabbed against it rapidly. Jennifer her legs bent, her thighs tightly pressed against his head moaned around his ever growing erection as her tight little ass quivered and bounced faster and higher from his bed.

Never in all her young life had she allowed a man do to her what Jonathan was doing. She had always thought such an act disgusting when one of her girl friends had whispered about some boy doing such a thing. But what this man that she so deeply loved was doing to her was not disgusting or repulsive, it was marvelous. Her young heart felt as if it would burst from her chest with the joy and wonderment of it.

In a dream like state of bliss as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, her fingers tightened claw like on the quivering ass cheeks of her lover. Desperately she sought to pull his large body tighter to her face in an effort to take his still growing cock as deep into her mouth as possible. Her mind, her body was awash with pleasure and pride at having aroused Jonathan. Yet her obsession to have his cock fully and deeply in her mouth was another first for her.

Sure she had sucked cock's before, several of them in fact. She had done so because boys seemed to like that sort of thing. More importantly though she sucked boys cock's because she had learned early on that by doing so she didn't have to put out. No matter how many boys penises she sucked though she had never taken more then the first couple of inches into her mouth. Doing so had always made her gag so she had become adapt at using her hand in conjunction with her mouth to finish them off. Boys being boys and because they thought with their penises instead of their brains had not seemed to notice.

Neither it seemed had they been aware that not once had she swallowed a boys cum. Not even the boys who had taken her on several dates. Still though she had gotten a reputation of being a cock sucker. To her way of thinking though that was better then having the reputation of, or being called a slut like some of the girls she had known.

But now with Jonathan, the man that she had loved from the first time that she had laid eyes on him, it was different. She wanted, no, she desperately needed to take his cock into her mouth. She desperately needed to suck every inch of him and to even have him deposit his seed into her mouth. She so wanted to pleasure him like she had never before pleasured any boy, not even his son. Her throat muscles tightened about his cock massaging him in silk like warmth and tightness.

She prayed that the purring sounds issuing from her chest causing her lips and throat to vibrate were giving him pleasurable sensations such as he had never before felt. All she knew for certain was that she had never before known such a desire to pleasure a man as she did this one as her bobbing head matched the twitching and jerking of her young body brought on by Jonathan's tongue lashing.

Through the brilliant exploding fireworks filling her skull faint memories of her disappointment when he had told her that he was impudent; that he would never be able to pleasure her as a man should pleasure a woman surfaced. Her disappointment upon seeing his little shriveled dick. Her thinking that it looked much like many of the boys that she had sucked instead of the large throbbing cock she had imagined a man of his age would have.

But as quick as her disappointment had been to surface her love for him had surfaced even faster, and with an intensity so strong as to be as awe inspiring as the word of God was to a Christian it had blotted out her prior feelings. Unselfishly she had vowed to love and care for him even though they would never be able to have sex. But still she had not given up and now atop his bed her efforts had born fruit.

She had never known such mind numbing pleasure as his mouth had just given her. Her dear sweet love had been wrong when he had said that he could never give her pleasure. He had just given her more pleasure then she had ever thought possible. She would gladly die a virgin assure in the knowledge that nothing could ever be as all encompassing as she was still basking in.

Beneath her Jonathan suddenly and unexpectedly twisted and for a second panic tightly gripped her in its clutches. Her strangled cry of no though died as together with him rolling onto his back he pulled her atop him. With a strength that he hadn't felt in years his hands closed around her small waist lifting then placing her lithe curvaceous body astride his midsection. Looking up into her joy filled flushed face his hands moved feather like up her torso reaching for then cupping her pert little breast.

Tenderly, playfully his fingers twiddled and rolled her stiff nipples between them. Her hands went to his large stomach as support as she wiggled about seeking the greatest amount of contact between their bodies. For a life time each was content to bask in the others closeness. Slowly, as if he were afraid of breaking some magical spell, Jonathan slipped a hand beneath her gripping his cock. It was beyond belief that for the first time in years he was at his fully aroused length of almost seven inches.

Releasing his cock he again gripped her small waist lifting her slightly. With an inbred knowledge her hand replaced his. Her soft mummer for him to be gentle, that she was a virgin as her hand held him in place and she began to slowly lower herself atop him shocked him. Taken aback he ceased all movement as the revelation of what she'd said dawned on him.

A feeling of pride that she had chosen him as the instrument for her deflowering swamped his senses. A man could go a whole life time and never intimately know a virgin and yet he had known two. His wife and now Jennifer. So slowly that his movements were almost imperceptible he lowered her onto his blood engorged hard dick.

The feeling of her pussy lips pressing then slowly parting was almost more then he could stand and he had to strain to hold himself in check so as not to spoil the moment. For long moments neither of them moved each looking into the others eyes with love and longing and then Jennifer solved his problem for him. Biting her lip to keep from screaming she pushed herself forcefully down on him taking his whole hard seven inches into her in one fell swoop. He almost shot his rocks then and only his thinking of his doctors, of his seven year dead wife saved him.

As she began to slowly move up and down she leaned forward slightly her hands going to his chest her mouth moving asking, telling him to squeeze her breast, to pinch her nipples and as he did so her movements became faster more erratic. Her moans increasing in pitch and volume drowning his own ragged breath and grunts as together they pushed and ground against each other. As he pushed upward to met her every downward movement his hands tightened on her breast while she in response to such treatment arched backwards swinging her head about causing her long black hair to twirl about her almost like a cloak.

Repeated sultry gasp of I love you Jonathan I love you issued from her trembling lips as her small petite body shook and twitched to the continuous spikes of pleasure piercing the base of her skull. She was like a crack addict, but instead of being hooked on a narcotic she was hooked on the glorious feelings coursing through her. And yet she somehow knew that she would never have felt such feelings with any other man, not even his son.

Heat like that of a roaring bonfire surged upward from between her legs through her abdomen to meet that scorching her breast before filling her skull cavity and melting her brain. If this was to be the first and only time that her dear sweet Jonathan were to make love to her she fervently prayed that she would be blessed with child.

A tear, both of joy and sadness, trickled from her eye at the thought of a love child coming from their coupling. If such was not to be though she still had the memory of their coupling, and that memory would never die or diminish no matter how many years passed.

For a moment their combined pumping, gyrating motions slowed as she leaned forward and down. Love me Jonathan! Love me as much as I'll always love you she sobbed softly before pressing her lips to his kissing him passionately. Jonathan, already having admitted against all reason that he loved this girl years younger then his youngest son breathed into her gasping mouth always my precious, always and forever. A micro second later with a last uplifting of his loins in conformation and testament to his vow of love seven years of his life's essence boiled from his once shriveled testicles flooding her fertile womb.

As Jonathan's hot seed flooded into her with the strength and intensity of a raging river that had burst its dikes Jennifer jerked bolt upright while at the same time grinding down against her beloveds loins. A squeal of rapture so loud that not a single room in his house wasn't filled with it tore from her throat as her own mind shattering orgasm bathed his still pumping organ with her juices. With an intensity that threatened to cut off the blood flow to his organ her muscles gripped and milked him of every last drop of his sperm.

Suns, Galaxies, whole Universe's flared to a brilliance so stunning as to be blinding before winking out of existence as her brain flew apart sending bits of her life's matter into the vast star filled depths of space. A roar like that of a speeding locomotive filled her ears and the very air about her grew oppressive making it nearly impossible for her to breath. Yet she managed to repeatedly gasp I love you Jonathan I love you, now, forever and always, before once more collapsing atop him.

Tenderly he ran his fingers through her sweat dampened long black hair as he struggled to get his breathing under control. When at long last her tightly gripping muscles released him he slid out from under her. But even as he did so and despite her being asleep her left arm refused to release him. Instead and with incomprehensible soft mumblings she snuggled closer and partially back atop him while at the same time curling her left leg over his right one.

As they lay in each others arms, her with one arm and a leg thrown over him with a contented smile on her lips Jonathan looked down at her hardly believing what had just happened. That this beautiful young oriental had accomplished what more then a dozen $100.00 call girls had been unable to do amazed him. Slowly untangling himself he began to rise. Stopping himself when together with her reaching searchingly for him she softly moaned his name before again smiling and curling into a fetal position.

Standing over her, taking in her beauty he felt a stirring rumbling quiver in his loins and glancing down at himself he could hardly believe that he was again becoming hard, God it felt good to be whole, to be a man again. In the bathroom he looked at himself. The bulge of his stomach, the general flabbiness of his 58 year old body and he shook his head in disbelief, this was all a dream. Nothing so wonderful as what he'd thought had just happened really had.

There was no way a beautiful 19 year old girl would ever have anything to do with his sorry old ass, no fucking way, it had to be a dream. But God damn what a dream it had been he mumbled as he stared at himself in the mirror. Relieving himself he sighed deeply knowing that at any second he was going to wake up. He only hoped that the next time he slept he would have the same dream, and then he jumped pissing all over the wall and floor as he heard a sultry voice softly call his name.

Damn but this is a realistic dream he nervously giggled as together with bending down and cleaning up the mess he'd just made he replied that he was in the bathroom and that he'd be out in a moment. Please don't let this be a dream, please let Jennifer be naked and waiting in my bed for me he mumbled as he turned and opened the door.

But upon entering his bedroom he was greeted by a deathly quiet and empty room with its rumpled though empty bed. I knew it, I just knew it. It was all just a dream, a very vivid erotic dream to be sure but a dream never the less and now I'm awake.

Without warning two pale caramel colored arms encircled him and if he hadn't just gone to the bathroom he would have pissed himself as a small hand dropped between his legs and fingers closed about his prick. Soft cooing sounds of pleasure tickled his ears as her fingers lightly squeezed and pulled his growing erection. Please make love to me again dear heart she mumbled between kisses to his back.

Turning slowly as if mired in molasses and still not believing that what was happening was real, he looked into Jennifer's smiling face nodding affirmatively. With a squeal of pleasure and enthusiasm that only the young can freely express she jumped into his arms throwing him off balance and backwards unto his bed.

As he struggled to pull himself further onto the bed Jennifer crawled between his legs lowering her face to his groin kissing and licking his penis and testicles. Mischievously she looked up over his body and into his eyes before opening her mouth and taking him inside. Oh sweet Jesus this is real, this is really happening he thought as he watched her head slowly begin to move up and down.

For a second he feared that he was going to shoot off in her mouth but she must have sensed such for she suddenly pulled her lips from him. With a last playful kiss to the head of his fully aroused organ she threw herself atop him telling him to make love to her again.

Rolling her over onto her back he made love to her in the missionary position. Long and slow and tenderly he made love to her while she, in between confessions of love and fidelity rained kisses on his face, neck and shoulders the whole time. Later, much later she fell asleep cradled in his arms like a little girl while he held her protectively like a proud father.

For a lifetime he lay looking at her peacefully sleeping face fearing that he would see his long dead wife's face in place of Jennifer's. If this were a dream such should have happened what with the guilt of betrayal that he was feeling for loving the young beautiful thing in his arms. Without willing it his mind drifted back over the years. Lisa had been about Jennifer's age when they had met and married.

He had tried to be a good husband and provider as well as a good and caring father. Staring into space he mumbled more to himself then aloud was I a good husband Lisa? Did I give you as much joy and happiness in our thirty years together as you gave me?

"You did that and so much more John!"

As if he had been shot out of a cannon he jumped from his bed looking for the source of the familiar voice that he'd heard but yet could not possibly have. There on Jennifer's side of the bed like ever increasing dust motes dancing in a sunbeam something appeared to be taking shape. Suddenly with a brilliance that made him shade his eyes a hazy image of his long dead wife appeared. He watched in disbelief as her smoke like image bent over the peacefully sleeping girl in his bed, in their bed.

Though it wasn't possible his wife's transparent fingers gently brushed Jennifer's dark hair from her face, and as if in response the young beautiful girl muttered I will Lisa, I promise I will. No this wasn't possible! Jennifer couldn't possible know that Lisa was bending over her let alone answer an unspoken question. His eyes misted distorting the image only an arms length away even more then it already was.

Even as he stared afraid to believe that what he was seeing was real the thin smoke like image wafted apart, began dissipating like fog before the suns warmth. The last thing he saw was her smiling visage. To his dying day he was never certain whether what he saw had been real or a dream. But he never forgot the last words that he heard before the image faded completely away. "She loves you as deeply and passionately as I did dear heart! Love and cherish her! Make her as happy as you made me."

How long he slept he had no idea, but when he awoke it was to the smell of bacon and eggs. Walking naked through the house he smiled at the memory of yesterday and last night. As he stepped into the kitchen he paused. For long minutes he simply stood there drinking in the wonderful sight before him before with a shit eating grin he stepped up behind her.

As his arms snaked about her lithe naked body and he pressed himself against her tight behind his cock jumped from parade rest to attention. Burying his face into her long black hair he murmured marry me Jennifer. If when she answered he had thought he could never be happier or more alive he was wrong. What he felt in that instant was as nothing compared to the love and adulation which he felt a year later when she gave him a child.





A new life with another Katie ch 1

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A NEW LIFE WITH ANOTHER KATIE CH 1

 

 

I realised that what I had said to Katie had been foolish, but I think I was been defensive, after all I had only met her tonight, and to have feelings for her already was a bit of a scare. Anyway going to the bar, I asked the barmaid if I could have a word with Katie, she went through a door, returning after five minutes to say that Katie has already gone, I don't think I really believed her, but didn't want to cause a scene, so I gave her my phone number, asking her to please ask Katie to give me a call

Going outside, Ted was stood next to his car, where Pat? She wont be long, she told me to wait here he replied. Ted asked what had happened, I told him what I had said, he laughed, we get you out, and you find

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someone who likes you, and unless I am mistaken you also like, and you insult them. Mike you are like a brother to me, but sometimes why don't you think before opening your mouth, there was no answer to that so I kept my mouth shut.

Pat came out of the club, and getting into the car she drove me home, no one spoke on the drive to my house, but as I was getting out the car, they both said goodnight we will give you a call. Letting myself in, I made a coffee, sitting on the sofa I thought about the night, before my stupid thoughtless remark, I had really enjoyed myself, and liked being in Katie's company, drinking my coffee I went to bed.

Before drifting into sleep, my last thoughts where about my Katie and what would she think of it.

I awoke at seven o'clock, my whole body was covered in sweat, and whilst laying there I remembered the dream I had, my Katie was standing there in one of my old t shirts, this was her favourite, and she used to wear it all the time, when we where alone, never any underwear, she used to love teasing me, just letting me glimpse her pussy as she walked or bent down.

In the dream she said, mike I love you, and I will always love you, you was my soul mate but you have to let me go, I know you held my hand, for three days when I was in hospital, and I heard everything you said to me, but my love, you have to get on with your life, I will always watch over you, so go and be happy, bending down she gave me a tender kiss, and as she disappeared I heard the words goodbye my darling.

I just broke down, hugging the pillow, whilst the tears ran down my cheeks, after a while I stopped crying, and whispered goodbye my darling.

After having a shower, and whilst eating breakfast, I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, and I felt happier than I had for along while. At last I think that Katie was laid to rest in my mind. I would never forget her, and she would always be there, as a memory of someone that I loved with all of my heart.

I went to visit Katie's parents, I was very close too them, even before Katie's death. We sat down, had a cup of coffee and talked, her mum asked how I had been, was my parents all right and what was I doing. So I told them about last night, and about Katie, I didn't mention the dream, they might have thought I had gone mad. Her mum listened, and then taking my hand, looked into my eyes, saying Katie would not want you to be unhappy, she loved you too much for that, so go and find some happiness. We will always be here if you want to talk, so don't be a stranger.

Getting back into my car, I drove to my parents, since Katie's death, I always went home for Sunday lunch. I gave my mum a hug as I walked in, said hi to dad, and sat down, mum served the meal, and whilst eating dad looked up, saying you look different, is that a smile that I see? Its been a long while since we have seen any of them.

I then explained that I had decided to live my life again, that l was letting Katie go. My mum leaned over squeezed my hand and said about time son, it has been four years since you where happy, you deserve it now.

I suppose that I am lucky, my dads garage wasn't all that big, it had a showroom that held ten cars, we had a spray shop, four ramps and employed twelve staff. Dad was the salesman, when he went away or was on holiday I filled in for him. I was now the workshop manager, but I still enjoyed getting my hands dirty, and repairing the cars. We had a good lot of mechanics, who we paid well, and most of them had been with us for a number of years, I suppose because everyone was friendly, and it was a nice atmosphere to work in we didn't lose many.

On getting home Sunday night I just relaxed in front of the fire, my thoughts kept going back to Saturday night, dancing and kissing Katie, I wondered whether I had blown it for good? I hoped not, really I wanted to see her again, I had not felt like I did with her since Katie.

Monday was a normal day, and when I got home the first thing I did was check my messages, but no look, I even rang Ted and Pat to see if they new anything, Ted said that they had heard nothing, and anyway she hasn't got our number, smiling to myself I let out a laugh, that's a point I said, well take care both of you, I will see you later.

On Tuesday I was in my office and at eleven my phone rang, dad said can you come out here, we have a problem with a BMW and I would like you to have a look. What was wrong with dad? He was a good mechanic, why would he want me, anyway I went and found dad, what's the problem then, you better have a word with the owner, there in my office.

Opening the office door, I was greeted by Katie, hi she said, I was speechless she looked gorgeous, she was wearing tight jean skirt, and red silk blouse.

Coming towards me, she got hold of both my hands, and told me to sit down, I found my voice, saying Katie I am so sorry, what I said was thoughtless and nasty.

No she replied, just listen, and don't interrupt till I have finished. On Saturday night I thoroughly enjoyed myself, but before I came here I had a bad experience with a man, I was engaged for two years, and the week before we where to be married, I found out he had been cheating on me, I was the last one to find out, but apparently he had slept around whilst with me.

I have not trusted any man since him, and that was three years ago, and to be honest when you kissed me and we danced, well it scared me, it felt so nice and safe, so when you said what you did it hurt, and I just ran, I have been thinking about it from then until now, I have been in touch with Pat, and she told me about Katie, I'm so sorry I cannot imagine what you have gone through.

I sat and listened as Katie talked, gently rubbing her fingers, eventually I said hello my names mike, would you like to go out for a date, Katie looked at me told me I was mad, but yes she would love to, and kissed me, she melted into my arms as our lips met, our tongues played in each others mouths as we locked together.

When we separated I asked her how she knew where to find me, Pat told me, I lifted her to her feet, opening the door, pulled Katie into the showroom. Dad this is Katie, Katie this is my Dad, dad laughed, I know son, she introduced herself when she came in, she also explained why she was here, and I was happy to go along with it, I playfully punched dad on the arm, called him a few choice names and laughed.

Why don't you have the rest of the day off? And take this lovely lady out, I looked at Katie and she nodded, so I asked Katie to follow me home, so I could get a shower and get changed.

So I got in my Range Rover, and katie followed me. On the drive I couldnt believe my feelings, I was really nervous, I felt like a teenager out on my first date.

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Beautiful Jana

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Beautiful Jana

By     Suhail Beg

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"Beg, I'm so sorry to have to leave but this is a terrific opportunity and you know I've always wanted to work for a television network," Erica said with a somewhat pained but hopeful look on her face.

"Of course it is, Jana," Beg replied. "I would never do anything to hold you back. You know that."

Beg was going to miss Jana for many reasons -- not the least of which was when she wore that low cut sleeveless shirt that she was wearing today -- but he knew that it was time for her to move on. Besides, there are a lot of low-cut shirt wearers in this city, he remembered.

"Well, I just want you to know that you've been the best boss I've ever had, Beg, and I mean it. You know that I'd do anything for you," Jana continued.

What exactly does she mean by that, Beg wondered? He had always fantasized about his assistant Jana and was sad to see her leave. She was a beautiful woman, only about 25 years old. He remembered back to when he first interviewed her when she was about to graduate from college. Her hair was still long and brown, slightly curly. She still had beautiful Italian skin and a killer body. She must be a 34 C or maybe even a D cup, he thought. He really couldn't tell, but figured that either way she was more than adequately endowed.

He never made a move as he knew that office flings were always a bad idea, but as he sat across his office and saw Jana's stiff nipples poking through her shirt coupled with her ample cleavage, he did some quick thinking.

"Well, of course we have to settle up your exit paperwork as soon as possible -- probably tonight. You know the office policy. Once you decide to leave, you have to leave. There are very few exceptions," Beg said, noticing the look of surprise on Jana's face.

"Beg! I was hoping for at least two weeks. I don't start at the network until the end of the month, the new job pays a little less than what I'm making now, and I can't afford to go without an income until the end of the month . . ." her voice sort of trailed off as she looked down at the floor. Beg could see her concern and felt a little guilty.

"Jana, I can try to see if there is something I can do to help but you know how hard it is to get anything out of this company. You're asking a lot here. I've always tried to be a good boss to you but this is --"

"Oh, Beg, I know! I know how good you've been but I really, really need your help here. Anything Beg, please!" A tear made its way down her cheek.

Beg's mind was working overtime on how to handle this and he was taken by surprise to feel his prick harden as Jana started to plead her case to him. He watched her full lips as she said 'please' the last time, and then looked back down at her chest. He had always noticed that Jana's nipples seemed to harden whenever she was emotional – happy, sad, amused, whatever. But now they looked like they might rip out of her shirt. They were just huge. He'd never seen her this upset before. His only question now was how to play this out. It was very late on a Friday night at the office and no one else was around. This is a good thing, Beg thought.

"Well, Jana, this is going to be really tough," Beg was worried that he might be overplaying this one but he knew that Jana lived paycheck to paycheck and out of her league for the salary she was making, especially considering that she lived in one of the most expensive cities in the world.

"OK, well, just name it. And I really mean ANYTHING, Beg," Jana said.

"Hm, well, I'm thinking that we should have a drink and make a toast to your new future, first. This is exciting -- going to the land of television," Beg said, looking her in the eye, and then back down to her chest.

Beg walked over to the closet in his office and pulled out a bottle and two glasses. He put both glasses on his desk and motioned for Jana to walk over. She walked over and grabbed one of the glasses that Beg had just poured.

"What do we have here?" Jana asked, looking at the clear liquid in the glass.

"The finest vodka in the world, Jana. Got it in Russia last year on that trip I took, and I've been saving it for an occasion that warranted drinking a $500 bottle of Vodka . . ." Beg smiled.

"$500!" Jana looked back into the glass as if trying to find the dollar signs.

"Sure, you remember the deal we brokered for that Norwegian oil contractor over there last year? Well, this was a thank you gift from them."

"Cool. I never drank anything that expensive!" Jana said.

"Well, as they say in Russia when you are toasting their favorite liquid, Za Zdrovia!" Beg lifted his glass.

"Za . . . yeah, whatever!" Jana clinked her glass on Beg's and drank down about half of it. "Wow, that's the smoothest vodka I've ever had!"

"That's why someone had to pay $500 for it, I guess," Beg said, sipping his again. "And to your new job," Beg said again holding up his glass. Jana clinked it again and finished the glass. Beg refilled it right away.

"You can really put this stuff away for a small girl," Beg said, laughing.

"Are you kidding? I can barely taste this. It's delicious. Can I make a toast?"

"Of course," Beg said.

"Well then here's to you, for being the best damn boss ever," she drank it without waiting to toast. Beg watched her and wondered if this was how she dealt with stress. He took another sip.

"Mmmm, Jana said. This is soooooooooo good!" Jana giggled. Obviously this stuff took affect pretty quickly, Beg thought. He never knew Jana to be much of a drinker, so he figured that she probably wasn't used to something of this caliber.

Beg leaned against his desk and watched Jana attempt to lean against it with him. She tried to put her hand on the desk but missed, and Beg quickly caught her arm breaking her fall, but spilling some of her drink on her shirt.

"Oh, damn, that's like $20 worth of vodka I just wasted!" Jana giggled again.

"Well, there's another way you're costing me. First you say you're leaving, then you want me to go to the bulldogs upstairs and get them to keep you on the payroll for a month, and now you spill my expensive booze all over the place!" Beg kidded.

Jana had a look of shock on her face, exaggerated due to her rapidly declining sobriety. "Oh, no, I didn't mean to cause any trouble, I'm so horrible!" Jana said.

"Well, you really owe me know," Beg said, his heart rate quickening again. "There is something you can do for me, Jana."

"Oh, you know I'll do it. What do you want?" Jana finished what was in her glass and tried to put it on the desk but missed and staggered a little. Beg caught her and the glass. "Well, first, why don't you stand there in the middle of the room."

As Jana stepped into the center of the room Beg pulled his digital camera out of his desk drawer and snapped a picture of Jana standing in front of his desk.

"Ooo, cool, I'm gonna be in pictures!" Jana squealed and giggled some more. Beg took a few more and she struck a couple of glamour poses as she laughed.

Beg took a breath. Go with it, he thought. "Right, now, I need you to take off your shirt Jana."

Jana paused, looked at him, and then pulled her shirt out of the waist of her skirt.

"Slowly," Beg said as he took a few more pictures of her as she did as she was told. "Great, now slowly lift it up over your head and take it off," Beg said, sounding like a Playboy photographer. His dick was hard as a rock and was getting harder as he watched her lift her shirt up revealing a white lacy bra. Beg could see that it was obviously a little too small for her as her tits were pouring out from the sides of the cups. He walked around her and took several more pictures. When he was standing behind her, he reached over her back bra strap and took out the tag.

"Well, I was right, a 34 C. But it looks like you could use a little more 'coverage' there, don't you think Jana?"

Jana turned around and giggled again. Beg looked at her breasts showing through the white lace. They were bigger than he had even expected, and her dark pink -- almost brown -- areolas were showing through. Her nipples were gigantic, and he couldn't wait to see them. He took a bunch of pictures – close up, farther away. He figured he could probably make a lot of money on them if Jana made it big in TV someday.

"OK, now slip out of that skirt, slowly again, please."

Jana again did as she was told. She stumbled a couple of times trying to step out of her skirt. She was wearing a bikini cut pair of white lace panties that matched her bra. More pictures from the front, the side, and from behind, where he marveled at her beautiful ass cheeks poking out from her panties. She wasn't wearing any nylons, which was just perfect with Beg as he hated them.

"OK, well, let's get down to business. Do you want to take off your bra or panties first?" Beg thought it only proper to let her decide which way to go first.

"Well, you've been staring at my tits for years now, so how would you like to see them live and in the flesh, eh Begie?"

"Sounds great," Beg blushed slightly at being called out. But then again, who DIDN'T stare at this girl's tits? She certainly knew how to display them.

Jana reached around her back. Her breasts strained against the tight confines of her bra as she reached for the snaps. Beg took more pictures. As Jana unsnapped the bra her boobs jiggled around as if they were trying to break free on their own. She let the bra fall to the floor. Beg looked at those two perfect hooters sticking out from her chest and couldn't believe his eyes. They were incredible. Not sagging, and her areolas and nipples were even more amazing than he had imagined they would be. The areolas were slightly puffy, and the nipples were rock hard and very long – maybe an inch and a half. He'd never seen anything like them before and must have taken twenty pictures of them.

"Quite nice, huh," Jana said playfully. She grabbed them both and pushed them together to form the cleavage he was used to seeing. Then she grabbed her right nipple between her thumb and finger and pinched it slightly. Beg was harder than he'd ever been in his life, and couldn't believe the pictures he was taking of his assistant pinching and tugging on her own nipples.

"Oh my God, Jana. I had no idea . . ." Beg's voice trailed off. He wanted to reach out and grab them, but held off as he continued to take pictures. "Why don't you slip out of those panties now?"

Jana complied, and bent over as she slid them down over her hips and down her legs. Beg watched as her breasts jiggled and banged together as she wiggled out of her panties. He was stunned by the amount of movement they made with every slight move.

He looked and saw that she had a neat, close-cropped bush on top of her pussy mound. As she kicked her panties off from her foot, Beg looked at her beautifully shaped ass. It was always nice watching Jana walk from behind, and now he could better see why. Her butt wasn't fat, but it was a good size (the Italian blood, he figured, contributed to that) and it was also nice and jiggly, just like her tits. Beg was busily recording as many images as he could on his camera that fortunately held about 100 high-resolution images. He thought he must be getting close to the limit, but knew that he had another memory stick in the desk drawer.

Jana seemed to be extremely happy and having fun, so he decided to go farther.

"OK, Jana, now I need you to do a couple of things here. Just go ahead and do whatever I say and do it slowly so I can get some good shots," Beg sounded somewhat authoritarian about it and Jana just smiled and nodded her head.

"Great. First, have you ever sucked your own nipples?" Beg asked. Jana cupped her right breast, lifted it up to her face, and worked her nipple into her mouth. She licked it first, then grabbed it lightly with her front teeth pulling it gently. Then she took it into her mouth and started sucking on it. As she sucked the right one, she grabbed the left one with her free hand and rolled it around between her thumb and forefinger. After a few pictures, she switched and sucked on the left one. Beg noticed that the right one was wet and red which made him think that she had been sucking on it pretty hard. Rather than grabbing her right nipple while she sucked the left one, she reached down and started to rub her clit. She began moaning softly.

"Whoa, you're moving too fast," Beg said, trying to keep up with the action. She slowed her motions down but continued to stroke her clit and suck her left nipple.

"OK, now you can stop sucking and just go crazy on your pussy," Beg said. Jana immediately dropped her boob, laid down on her back on the floor of the office, and used both hands to work herself into a frenzy. Beg took a bunch of pictures from just about every angle and saw that his memory stick was full so he quickly changed it out and put the new one in.

"Great, keep going," Beg said as Jana worked her clit with one hand and stuck her fingers on the other hand inside her pussy. He stroked harder and harder until she went into convulsions and started screaming with delight. He hoped that the building was actually empty by now but figured that at 9:00 P.M. the only people around would be the janitors.

"Let's see how many fingers you can get up there," Beg suggested. Jana lifted her head up to watch as she started with two, then three, and then put four up there. Her tits were laying on top of her chest and wildly jiggling around every time she thrust her hand into her wet pussy.

"How about the whole hand?" Beg asked. Jana cupped her small hand in a fist and pushed hard against her pussy lips until she was able to work her hand in up to her wrist. She was moaning again like before and started to have another orgasm. Beg took several pictures of her hand up her pussy and then focused on her face. He found that he was even more turned on by watching her pleasure herself than he would ever have imagined, and she really seemed to be enjoying it.

After the orgasm subsided, Jana collapsed back on the floor, breathing heavily. Beg sat entranced watching her chest heave with every breath, and amazed at her stamina. He couldn't believe that her nipples were still as hard as they were when they began. He just watched as she caught her breath and thought out his next requests. What a beautiful woman Jana was, he thought, as he watched her recover.

Beg felt his rock hard dick through his pants and decided to unbutton and unzip them to give his large rod a little more room to move around. Jana looked over and saw that Beg's pants were open so she moved over and reached inside.

"Oh my God Beg," Jana said as she gripped his erect penis. "You're huge!"

"So are you," he said, looking at her tits.

"Why thank you, sir!" she giggled as she took his rod out of his pants and immediately started to suck on the giant head. Beg couldn't believe his eyes, and put his hand on Jana's shoulder as she worked his unit into her mouth. He looked down at her chest and reached with the other hand to grab one of her swinging tits. He was amazed at how soft, smooth, and warm it was, and how hard her nipple was poking against the palm of his hand. He reached down with his other hand and grabbed the other nipple, pinching it slightly and rolling it between his thumb and finger just as Jana was doing to it before. She started to moan again, this time a very muffled moan as she had Beg's massive cock stuffed into her mouth.

When he felt like he was going to cum into her mouth, he pulled his rod out of her mouth and told her to get on her hands and knees on the floor and turn around. She got down on all fours with her ass facing Beg. He looked down at her perfect ass and laid his rod down between her ass cheeks, then down between her legs against her still warm and wet pussy. She reached down and shoved Beg's prick into her cunt, and moved her hips up and down taking eventually taking in every inch of his rock hard monster.

Beg leaned down and watched her amazingly active tits sway back and forth with every thrust, and reached around to cup them as he shoved his cock as far as he could inside of her. Jana let out a loud groan and began her moaning again as he pounded it in.

Feeling like he was going to cum again, Beg looked down at her perfect ass and saw her tiny, tight asshole. He slowly pulled out of Jana's pussy and then pressed his cock's large head against the puckered flesh softly at first, then harder. This made Jana turn around with a surprised look on her face alerting Beg that this was probably a place that no man had gone before. Her expression was priceless so he quickly took a picture of her looking back at him as he pushed against the hole. This got Jana worked up again so that she started pushing back so much that her asshole quickly enveloped the head of Beg's dick. Then Beg slowly pushed the rest of his cock in until his balls were resting against her ass. Once fully in place, he gently worked his rod around inside of her and she reached up and started fingering her clit, which drove him wild.

As his cock was ready to spew, he pulled it out and Jana quickly got up on her knees and grabbed Beg's erupting dick, pointing it toward her face, taking a shot across her forehead, then her eyes and nose, then another couple of shots directly into her mouth. She then took the rest of his surprisingly large load onto her tits. Beg pulled his camera out and took several pictures of the cumshots from his unique vantage point, catching in midair the cum landing on her face and her tits.

Jana immediately started rubbing Beg's cock across her cum-covered breasts, and then rubbed the rest of the sperm in with her hands. She wiped the cum away from her eye and looked up at Beg for another 'money shot.' Then she rubbed the rest of the cum off of her face with Beg's cock, and licked his cock clean.

Beg couldn't believe it when he saw that he had burned through another 100 picture memory stick on his camera as he took the last couple shots of Jana laying on her back, breathless, with cum in her hair. He sat next to her, noticed that her nipples were finally relaxing, and gave her breasts one last massage before getting up and putting his package back into his pants. Jana got up and collected her clothes from around the office and slowly started putting them back on. She was still a bit tipsy from the vodka so Beg offered to give her a ride back to her apartment which she readily accepted.

After dropping her off, Beg went straight back to his place and crashed. As he laid down on his bed, he thought again about Jana's massive nipples and the amazing collection of porn he created before drifting off to sleep.

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Summer

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It all started as an innocent pact amongst children that developed into much more. My name is Josh and I am now 27 years old and happily married to my life-long best-friend Katriana, Kat for short.

It was a painfully hot summer day when Kat and I were playing outside. School had just been out two days and we were enjoying our freedom. We were now 13 years old, both of us have June birthdays, and lived fairly close to each other, about 5 minutes apart. As on most hot days we took my motorized scooter to this field with a solitary tree that generated a perfect breeze on the middle branches. We were both playing around when Kat started giggling…

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3">“What?”

“Nothing, I just remembered Ms. Turner’s class, you know the one over the past couple weeks,” she said laughing. Ms. Turner was the assigned Sexual Education teacher for our school and of course whats worse than a bunch of kids learning about sex? At this point we both burst out laughing, and then she became very serious (over-dramatic like kids do). “I heard that sex can kill you” she said seriously.

“Haha who cares it sounds disgusting” I casually said.

“Don’t you ever wanna try it?” she quickly retorted.

“Err…I guess one day in the future,” I replied skeptically.

“I say we make a vow to each other that we will only have sex with each other,” she said getting very close to me.

“Um..o-ok,” I stuttered not quite sure what sex even was. And from that the entire story began. We both finished high-school and even got through University. Kat and I lost connection after high-school until one day 7 years, almost to the day, after the day that pact was made. It was a gorgeous sunny day and I had just finished fully moving home from University.

 

“Knock, knock!” said a voice that sounded oddly familiar. As I turned I had lost all words. There was Kat standing there as gorgeous as ever. She had barely grown in 3 years time, but had certainly fully developed. At 5”6 she was a drop-dead knock-out with C-cup breasts and a thin body, no more than 105 lbs.

“K-kat?” I said finally.

“No, actually you’re looking at the new Accountant at Baggee Accounting!”

“Shit! Congratulations,” I said making my way over to her to give me a hug.

“And I heard that I’m not the only one with good news! Congratulations on your acceptance (she was referring to my recent acceptance into Medical School)!”she said returning the hug. I was dumb-found at the moment, I couldn’t believe that she was in front of me. After high school we mainly lost connection because of my school, I wanted to finish early so I enrolled in the 12 month program each year, leaving me with 3 years of no social life. “So what are you doing for the rest of the summer?” she asked happily.

“Nothing to be honest, just relaxing before I go back to school,” I said half-mindedly. As you have probably noticed, I am still in total shock.

“Great! That means we can catch up. You’re mom invited me for dinner, haha like old times! I’ll see you later I just need to go take care of some stuff first.”

“O-ok, I’ll see you then.” I replied.

“Ok, bu-bye,” she said smiling cheerfully. With that she turned and left, leaving me in shock still.

 

After that I slept and lounged for a few hours until dinner-time.

“Wake-up sleepy head!” I heard as I woke up to Kat poking my nose.

“Hey,” I replied drowsily through a yawn and a stretch.

“Morning sunshine,” she mocked back. “Cummon get up, your mom said dinners’ ready.”

“What-oh, how long have you been here?” I asked.

“Hmmm about 20 minutes” she said with a look of deep thought on her face.

“Why didn’t you guys wake me up earlier!?”

“We wanted to let you sleep, plus you just looked so cute” she said poking my nose.

“Hardy-Har-Har” I replied sarcastically. With that I got up and left to get ready. I threw on a shirt and changed my pants, at 5”11 I wasn’t the tallest guy, but I liked my highed. I am well built from years of football, but not overly muscley. I have brown hair and brown eyes to match and I’m fairly good looking. I came back downstairs to see everyone set around the table. Dinner went well, just small talk, mainly about between my mom and Kat, she always loved Kat, not having any daughters herself, and always hassled me about why we never got together. After dinner Kat suggested that we go take a walk, how could I refuse?

 

“So I’m glad school went well for you.” She started.

“Thanks, I’m really happy that you’re doing so great too.” I replied half-heartedly, not that I wasn’t, I just felt like I should have said something else. “So are you staying around for the summer or going somewhere?”

“Well I’m going to stick around, the company is giving me a few months of summer before I start work, some new employee benefit or something.”

“Haha, not bad, already benefits and you haven’t started working.”

“Ya it’s a good job, a lot of financial security for my future. So what happened, I mean you just stopped responding to my mail and stuff?” She shot out quickly. I knew this was coming, but nevertheless, it still cut through me like a knife. I couldn’t bare it, knowing I had hurt her.

“I-I-I just don’t know I was busy, I was under a lot of pressure, school just got to me.”

“Ya well I had school too, but I still found time to write an email” she said angrily.

“I-I…” and with that I broke down. I just couldn’t bare knowing that she was mad at me. We continued walking in silence for what seemed like ages until I realized where we were, under the tree, our tree. “I’m sorry Kat,” I said, not able to will myself to look her in the eyes. “I really am, everything just got too hectic and I just had to cut my social life out of my life for a bit, at first it was temporary, but then it seemed the only way I could cope with the work-load. I jus…”

“It’s ok, I forgave you a long time ago, its nice to see you’re ok now though.” She said rather sternly. Although I was a little rattled, I was still able to come up with something.

“Look just meet me back here tonight, under our tree and I’ll make it up to you, oh and don’t eat anything for lunch or dinner,” I said with a wink. After that she laughed and agreed and we walked home in almost complete silence, her head on my shoulder and my arm around her.

 

The next day rolled around and I knew I had a lot of work ahead of me. I planned on making a huge meal for us to sit and eat and catch up, most importantly. After spending all morning at the grocery store and all afternoon in the kitchen, I had managed to pull out a feast fit for a king. Having a small passion for cooking, it wasn’t too hard. I started to pack my car, although the walk was only 15 minutes from my house, there was too much to carry. I brought blankets, some candles I bought earlier, the food, a lighter and a dress-casual outfit. After I changed I drove over, to the tree to prepare. Sunset would happen in about 1 hour and Kat was expected in under 10 minutes. I got everything ready and laid out and all I had to do was wait. About 5 minutes of waiting I saw her in the distance, a vision of beauty. She was wearing a flowy white summer dress and matching ballerina shoes with her brown hair down around her shoulders. A vision of beauty.

 

“Wow! Are we supposed to eat all that?” she exclaimed.

“Haha I hope you’re hungry.” I said giving her a hug. For the next 4 hours we sat and talked about everything. We stopped to watch the sun set, but the candles I bought provided a ton of light so that we could continue eating and talking with light. She told me all about school and I told her all about my school, I must say Biology and Accounting aren’t exactly the most fascinating subjects, but we more focused on the fun parts of university. Eventually we were both stuffed and content and we sat back beside each other.

 

“So any girlfriends?” she asked chuckling.

“Hmmm, yes I had one with my professor when I needed to suck up to her for a grade in stats” I said laughing as I turned to her. Just as I had, turned she planted a huge kiss on me that knocked my backwards onto the blanket.

“I stayed true to our pact.” She said.

“What pact?” I asked confused.

“Haha, remember the one we made under this tree that one day in the summer to only have sex with each other.” She said seriously.

“Oh I remember now haha, oh man we were just kids then,” I said a little foggy but remembering the day.

“Did you?” she asked giving me those cute puppy dog eyes.

“Oh no, I broke it, you know I found so much time for sex inbetween tests and labs” I said sarcastically. With that she kissed me again and got up.

“Cummon” she said suddenly.

“Cummon where?” I asked.

“We’re going to my house, my parents are gone for the whole month. She didn’t need to say any more words. Within one minute I was packed up and ready to go in my car. On the way there she kept kissing my neck and cheek, making it almost impossible for me to concentrate on the road.

 

We finally got to her house and by the time we were upstairs I was down to just my underwear, pants and socks. Alex only had on a very sexy purple lace thong. We got into her room and plumped down on the bed, kissing every part of each other’s body that we could. I reached down to slowly pull down her thong as she undid my pants and pulled my underwear and socks off. There we were, butt-naked in a room I had spent so much of my child-hood in. She suddenly stopped, looked up at me and said. “I love you Josh.”

“I looked back into her beautiful blue eyes and said “I love you too Kat” With that, no words needed to be said. She quickly reached down for my cock starting to stroke it until it gorged to its full 9 inches. I started playing with her vagina, making it wet, getting ready for what was to come.

“Fuck me” she said, “Fuck me now.” I thrusted my manhood deep into her giving her a moan of satisfaction. I was surprised at how tight it was, but also how good it felt. I kept going over and over. Thrusting in and out of her as I sunk and rose again. Every time pulling my dick out until the head was just about exposed and then thrusting it back in. I soon could feel that I was getting close to cumming and by her quickened breath I could tell she was too. I let one final thrust deep within her filling her with my full 9 inches and I came right there just as she let out a loud moan as she orgasmed simultaneously. I sunk down beside her and held her in my arms, exhausted.

I awoke the next morning feeling extraordinarily happy and vibrant. I slowly got up so that she wouldn’t wake up and went down to make breakfast. I came back up with a full breakfast for two with eggs, bacon, sausage, french toast and orange juice. I poked her on the nose and said “Morning sleep-head,” returning the favor.

She smiled and replied “Mmm morning handsome”

“I made breakfast”

“You’re amazing, you know that?”

“Well some would call me perfect, but I guess amazing will do” I replied laughing.

With that our amazing summer started. In September I went back to school and she went to work, but we worked out a way to live together. Since the school and her office were about an hour apart, we found a nice condo in the middle that we could live in. Although we only saw each other 3 or 4 times a week, it was more than enough to make us both happy. Plus there was always my winter break and her Christmas holiday to look forward to.

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Wanting You

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There I was again, in the presence of a wonderful man who makes me very
horny. Everything about this man standing across the room fills me with
desire and lust.

Tonight was not the first time we had met. We met in school, and before the first month was over, we were dying to have one another. We were like a country boy and a country girl trapped in a big city, finding each other and sensing some kind of commonality. We knew we were meant to be.

We usually get to 'meet' once a week or so, but because of
prior engagements, it had been almost 3 weeks, and the sight of him was
making me so hot that it was almost homicidal. If I didn't have him now, I would go
insane!

As I walk across the room to meet him on the dance floor, I co
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uld feel
myself getting hotter and hotter, and wetter and wetter. He embraced me as
if it were the first time. Slow dancing and our bodies pressed together only
made my lust grow stronger. We danced with our bodies so close that we were
almost as one. He slightly rubbed my chest, causing my nipples to stand
erect through the sheer black dress I was wearing. I could also tell by the
huge bulge in his tight wranglers that his thoughts were on track with mine.

He whispers into my ear "How about we get out of here?" I gladly accept the
offer to leave. As we walk to the car we walk hand in hand, as if we were
teens again on a first date.

He opens the door for me to climb into his cavalier and as I get in, he
takes advantage of the position, and grabs my ass slightly. I just smile and
tell him to get in the car. As he gets into the car, he asks if I know of
any country roads here in this big city, but we both know where we are going
and what we want. There's a deserted, dead-end road about 6 miles from
town. It has become a well-known area for us. As he drives, I leave over and
begin suckling his earlobes and kissing his neck. He wiggles away but I know
he likes it.

I tease him for a few minutes then begin to unbutton his shirt
so that I can feel his manly chest. I slightly rub his nipples and then tug
on them gently. I make my way down to his stomach. He loves to have his
stomach rubbed, and I love to rub him. This 6-mile ride seems to be taking
hours and hours.

I notice once again that bulge in his pants. I decide to
unbutton his pants and free his manhood. I stoke him slightly. I scoot
closer to him. I begin kissing his chest, then his stomach. Then I move
south. I can't wait to have his cock inside my mouth. He is so huge.

I lightly tickle the head of his throbbing cock with my tongue. Then, all at
once, I take him in my mouth and begin to lightly suck. With one hand at the
base of his penis and the other massaging his balls gently. I love giving
him a blowjob. As I start my "job" he begins to rub my chest.

Gently rubbing and pulling on my nipples. He removes his hand from my shirt as I
run my tongue up and down his shaft, making sure to lick the complete length
and back down again. I flick the head with my tongue sending chills through
his body. He moans and utters "I love it when you do this to me, but I can
already tell that he is enjoying this by the slight pressure he is putting
on the back of my head and gently guiding me up and down. He tells me that I
should stop before he came.

I reluctantly give in to his request; after all, we just turned onto the dirt road, so I know that it is only a matter of minutes before I can have him inside me.
The car comes to a halt. Finally my wait is over! He shuts the car off and
turns out the lights. He turns to me and pulls me close to him. He
passionately but gently kissed me in the way that real lovers kiss. He runs
his fingers through my hair and I am in ecstasy. I am now dripping wet and
he hasn't even touched me yet. We continue kissing as he slides his shirt
off.

He lifts his rear slightly so that I can get his jeans and boxers off.
I begin to stroke his cock again and he moans with happiness. He then slides
my shirt off and unsnaps my bra. He begins kissing my neck, making his way
down to my breasts. I love it when he does this. He finally kisses his way
down to my skirt. He unbuttons my skirt and slides it off with ease. Then he
takes a finger on each side of my thong and rolls them off my hips. I can't
wait to feel him deep inside of me but from the look in his eye, I can tell
it will be a while.

He reaches over me and lays my car seat in the reclined
position. He begins rubbing my chest while passionately kissing my lips. He
then rubs his way down to my wetness. I want him so bad! I open my legs just
enough for him to rub. He rubs so gently but so gracefully that I almost
cum! He then enters one finger, then another into my pussy, using his thumb
to massage me. It feels so good that I can barely contain myself. He is
pumping his finger in and out of my pussy. I'm in heaven but I really want
him in me!

I tell him to stop and to fuck me but he says "wait dear, wait."
He finally stops and begins to kiss my stomach, making his way down to my
crotch. Oh He knows this drives me crazy. He begins to massage me with his
tongue. He is so talented! He only does this for a few minutes before I cum!
I lie there in sheer ecstasy but only for a few moments. I then tell him to
lie back in his seat. I eagerly climb to his side of the car.

I kiss his entire body and suck his cock until he is at the brink of an orgasm. He
tells me to stop, because he has an idea.

We get out of the car and he leads me to the hood of the car. He is now
standing behind me, kissing my neck and back. He leans me over the hood of
the car, with my ass rubbing his cock. He gently enters into my wet pussy
and begins to thrust deep and hard into me. He holds me at the hips. I can
feel the head of his penis deep inside of me. I hear him moan with
pleasure.

He removes one hand from my hip and begins to rub my clit. Oh god!
I love this man. I feel that he is about to come when all of a sudden he
stops. He pulls his cock out of me, leaving me in heat. But he takes a seat
on the hood of the car and pulls me onto his lap. I am impaled by his large
cock and I love it! I begin riding him like never before. As I ride him, I
kiss his neck and lips. He returns the favor by sucking my hard nipples. We
kiss passionately. He runs his fingers through my hair, sending chills over
my body. I ride him, thrusting harder and harder. He responds by grabbing my
ass with both hands and thrusting himself further into me. He smiles and
moans and I know he close to climax.

I then begin to rub myself helping myself to pleasure. I ride him a few more minutes until I can no longer take it, I arch my back and I cum all over his cock. The night is not over for him though. I have a surprise in store for him tonight. I climb off of his lap and I suck his cock for a moment. I then tell him to get up. He looks puzzled, but I assure him that it will be worth his while.

He just smiles and agrees. I lead him to where he is once again standing
behind me and I am bent at the waist, holding onto the car hood. I tell him
to put his huge beautiful penis in my ass. He looks shocked but more than
willing to do what I ask. I've never let him do this before but I knew it
was a fantasy of his. I ask him to go gentle at first, and of course, he
does. As his head enters my ass, there is a slight pain, but once inside, it
felt SO good. I asked him to fuck me harder and faster. He began thrusting
harder and harder. He began kissing my back and rubbing my pussy while he
thrust. I hear him moaning and telling me that he loves me.

I say "I love you too" All of a sudden I feel him tense up and I feel warmth shoot
throughout my entire body, as I have another orgasm simultaneously with him.
We waited a moment before moving. Then he turned me around and hugged me and
kissed me passionately and quietly said "Thank you."

We dressed ourselves and got back in the car. We kissed several more times,
and then we headed back to the city. The drive back didn't seem nearly as long
as the drive to get there and we both knew why. Now there we were again,
telling each other good night and wondering when we would be able to escape
the city life together again.

Breakfast In Bed

pasego on Love Stories

      She woke up and he was gone. This wasn't so unusual in itself; he got up for work relatively early. What WAS unusual was that he hadn't woken her up for a quick kiss goodbye. Besides, she mused, it was Sunday...he should be still in bed. She was about to get up and put on her bathrobe to investigate when the object of her curiosity walked through the bedroom door. He was carrying a tray

laden with food and she settled back onto the bed with a sigh of contentment. Breakfast in bed! He pulled back the covers with one hand, precariously

balancing the tray, and cuddled up next to he

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r. On the tray were all sorts of goodies: hot chocolate for her and coffee for him, croissants, cut fruit,

sausages, and (to her bewildered amusement) a bottle of maple syrup. She looked up into his face, meaning to ask him what they'd need the syrup for,

but the look in his eyes silenced her. She had seen that look before and it always meant there was fun ahead. Her stomach fluttered with the possibilities

and her hand shook the mug she brought to her lips.

The food was devoured in compatible silence, the tray set aside with the syrup still untouched. She was wondering what would come next when he kissed her. 

 

      It was his specialty kiss: long and deep and able to melt her bones. She felt like their souls were one when they kissed like this, like they'd never be separated again. Perhaps they wouldn't. He finally broke the contact and lifted her nightgown over her head. Her breasts were aching from need, her nipples standing at attention. He kissed them briefly, intensifying their need rather than

abating it, and continued down her stomach. His hand cupped her bottom and he took a few moments to admire her light blue panties. They were silk and she knew he took pleasure in feeling the smooth material. He did this now, running his hand along the cleft of her pussy, making the lips pucker and a small wet spot appear. She was whimpering softly now, watching him as he leaned his head down

and kissed the wet spot. She threw back her head and moaned as he paid special attention to that oh-so-sensitive area. He gave one more lingering kiss to her swollen lips and traveled up again until his face was even with hers.

      

      She desperately wrenched at his shirt, pulling the item over his head and tossing it aside. She could feel his excitement against her hip and she ached to have it inside her. She reached for his waistband but he stopped her and pinned both her arms over her head.

      

      "You know what? I'm still hungry," he said softly, smiling down at her as she panted in excitement and frustration. Her eyes narrowed in confusion, how could he be thinking of his stomach at a time like this? She was so distracted she didn't notice the syrup bottle until it was too late. 

      "What are you -Ah!" she cried as he squeezed two good sized gobs onto her breasts. He drizzled the warm liquid on her nipples as she gasped in surprise, trying to free her hands from his strong grip. "You're going to make a mess! What's going on?" Her rant broke into a deep moan as he took her breast in his mouth and began to suck the sweet syrup. His tongue lavished her nipple, twirling around it in an attempt to capture all the sticky stuff. Her hands relaxed and he let go, using his free hand to reach down and part her pussy lips. 

 

      She was almost levitating off the bed in pleasure, unable to decipher whether his finger or his mouth was the most arousing. He was sucking the other breast now, flicking his tongue against her nipple in the same rhythm as his finger, which was now pumping in and out of her dripping pussy. She had her hands locked around his head; drawing him close to her while she thrust towards his invading digit. His thumb started to hit her clit with every inward thrust and she came hard, crying his name as waves of pleasure coursed through her body.

She almost screamed in despair when he withdrew his fingers, but calmed when he pushed down his shorts and positioned his erection at her entrance. The waves renewed their course as he began to thrust, her pussy walls clenching and unclenching around his cock. His pace increased and she thrust back as hard as her sated body allowed, still riding the occasional spasm of her own pleasure.

      

      He stiffened and came, spilling his seed into her willing womb as he kissed her again and again. Finally he rested against her, cradling her in his arms as they relaxed in the afterglow. 

      

      "We should have breakfast in bed more often," she said sleepily.

      

      "Uh huh," he agreed, "or maybe dessert next time.”

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        Thinking about caramel topping she smiled happily and cuddled closer.

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