At this point she said "there really was no need to cover up" At which point i suggested she remove her coat and make herself comfortable to which the riposte was "how about we both remove clothing and i'm sure you can help me relax." To which i responded mildly confused by the openness of this strange woman. " How would I do that?"

"Well I haven't had sex in 5 months and need someone to help me and you have a nice body and great dick plus im already on this sofa." She said this all whilst removing her jacket, and starting the buttons on her blouse. I needed no further requests as I immediately dropped my gown and moved towards her as she undid her last button and i kissed her lightly to begin with and followed by a passionate kiss. Half way through this kiss I moved my hands round the back of her and undid her bra. As soon as this feat of impossibility was done my left hand went staright to her breast and started to caress what I am guessing by the feel were around a full C cup the perfect size. The kiss was stopped when she pushed me back and decided to remove her lacy underwear.

Being the lover of pussy that I am i kissed her again and placed my right hand over her clit and fingers curling around her slit feeling the warmth and started to rub her slit with my fingers and gently part he lips to insert my index fnger. As my right hand caresses her vagina my left keeps working her breasts with my mouth as my mouth started to move and kiss its way down her body to her clit where my tongue snakes oout and flicks her hard hood. My second finger enters her pussy and curls round to rub against her G spot. My left hand now comes down to reveal her clit from the hood and rub gently whilst my tiongue flicks it in a regular pattern. My lips occasionally suck it when my tongue lags a bit until encouraged by the heavy breathing and moaning of the beautiful blonde lying on her back on my sofa. Her breathing gets more lavoured and the moans more frequent as my fingers pick up space going in and out and up an down and rubbing her G-spot. My tongue circling and flicking her clit even when my mouth occasionally sucks on it. Until finally she almost screams "i'm cummmmmiiiiing" and her legs circle my body and her arms grab my shoulders while one brings my head closer to her pussy as i slow down. and the power of her orgasm racks her body for a while until I untangle myself and she syas "wow... thankyou but now may I try the real deal?" While she gazes at my rock hard cock.

"yeah why not" I gasp as I gaze at this beautiful woman wanting me so.

leaning over i kiss her again and my cock brushes her pussy lips that are wet with my saliva and her juices and my hand leads it to her opening and I slide my shaft all the way in to the hilt. She gasps as she takes all of it. I slide out slowly now so that just the bell is still in her well self-lubricated hole and ram myself all the way back in wriggle my hips a bit and slowly lside out till just my bell again. This rhythm slowly increases to a regular pounding and moaning from her. And she moans in pleasure as she reaches her orgasm so I slow until she's recovered and then pick up her legs put them on my shoulders and start to pick up the pace while reaching out and caressing her wonderful tits with her lovely nipples erect and firm.

Our breathing gets more ragged and the pace increases even more and she keeps moaning louder and louder and telling me to fuck her wanting pussy until she moans that she's gonna cum again so i start thrusting harder and harder and she then reaches up and grips my shoulders hard as her orgasm hits her and I succumb to her grip which pulls me to her body as I shoot my load inside her pussy as the walls of her cunt contract on my cock squeezing my fluids from me. She rolls me to the side as she gets up and dresses back into her unifrom and says "thanks for letting me see your package and I hope to have one for you soon" With that she walks out leaving me naked and happy. Until the next time she has a package but thats another story...

“Good Morning”, he said as his lips grazed my cheek and he released me from his embrace.

“Good Morning…Coffee?”

“That would be great”

As I poured him a cup, I repressed my urge to bring up the events from the previous night; I knew that we would have to talk about them eventually but not in the afterglow of the most perfect night of my life.

“You know you really should get dressed, the car will be here to take us to the set in 30 minutes”, I said as I handed him his cup of coffee.

“You’re right”

The ride to the set that morning was silent for the most part other than a little mindless chatter between Cristian and the driver about how nice the weather was and things of that nature. When we arrived at the set we parted ways as I went over to hair and makeup and he went to wardrobe.  As I sat in the makeup chair, another of our co-stars, Oliver, came over and sat in the chair next to me, we exchanged pleasantries and had a little chat as we did every morning. Oliver played my husband in the movie, Christian my lover, little did I know at that time how true that scenario would play out in the coming years.

Oliver was very handsome as well, he was British and stood 6 feet tall, shoulder length chocolate brown hair, with mocha colored eyes, a neatly trimmed goatee, and he was in great shape. He was probably one of the nicest people I had ever met; he was just so caring and thoughtful all the time. It was common knowledge around the set that Oliver was quite smitten with me, but at the time I was head over heels for Cristian and to young and naïve to realize that he would never leave his family for me no matter how much he loved me.

Over the next few weeks my life followed pretty much the exact same pattern. Cristian and I would arrive on set at around 6 am, we would finish shooting around 7pm, sometimes later sometime earlier depending on the days shooting schedule. Cristian and I would return to my room, shower, order room service and end our evening by making love late into the night. I felt like my life was perfect. I was so in love and even though he never said it, I felt sure that Cristian would leave his girlfriend for me at the end of filming.

Our final day of shooting came all too soon. It was a crisp September day and Cristian was acting unusually cold to me that day. When filming wrapped, Cristian told me that he would see me at the wrap party that night and I returned to my room to get dressed.

I arrived at the party that night wearing a flowing royal blue dress that was belted at the waste and really showed off my ample cleavage, my hair was styled down with loose curls, and my makeup was perfect. I walked into the room; I immediately spotted Cristian and my heart broke into a million pieces. He saw me and looked at me with pain in his eyes. His girlfriend, Vanessa, sat beside him and it was in that moment that I realized that he was never going to leave her and their two children for me.

I quickly pulled myself together, I was an actress after all, and quickly made my way around the room exchanging pleasantries. I then found the bar, took my seat and started doing shots of tequila.

After about an hour, Oliver came over and joined me the bar; apparently he was the only one who had been able to see through my act.

“How are you, Natalie?”

“Fine, Ollie, thanks for asking”

“No your not, I can tell”

“Ok, so I’m not fine…what difference does it make?”

“It makes a difference to me”

“Well, let’s just say that that something I thought to be true wasn’t”

“Yeah, I saw that Cristian brought Vanessa with him tonight”

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh come on, Natalie, did you seriously think it was a secret? Everyone knows….even Vanessa knows”

“But how?”

“Well you two weren’t exactly trying very hard to hide it”

“I guess you’re right…I just feel like such a fool”

“You’re not a fool Natalie, it happens to the best of us….and just between you and me any guy would be lucky to have you”

That night when I looked into Oliver’s eyes I felt a spark that I had never felt for him before, I knew that he was in love with me and that he would treat me the way that I longed to be treated, but I just felt like he deserved better.

Oliver and I spent the rest of the party at the bar drinking and by the time the party was over we were both very drunk. He offered to walk me back to my room, I accepted and he put his arm around me and I leaned into him for support.

We arrived at my room and he took my card to unlock the door, as I tried to lean on the wall for support I slipped and ended up falling flat on my face. We were both laughing hysterically as he helped me to my feet. We looked deep into each others eyes as he brushed my hair from my face and leaned in to kiss me. Our kissing soon became more passionate and before I knew it we were laying on my bed in each others arms.

He kissed my forehead, both of my eyes, my nose, both cheeks, back to my lips, then my chin, and then my neck. He unzipped my dress and gently pulled down the straps revealing my bare breasts. He began to lick, kiss, suck and nibble at my breasts leaving no part untouched. I placed my hands on the back of his head and pushed him into my breasts as he found my nipples and began to suck them. After showing equal attention to both nipples he moved down my body and pulled my dress the rest of the way down.

He passed over my burning pussy and removed my shoes and started to kiss my toes and feet. He then kissed his way up my right leg and then went back to show the same attention to my left leg. He licked, sucked and nibbled on my inner thigh before finally removing my thong.

He placed a gentle kiss on my freshly shaven pussy and started to gently lick up and down my swollen lips. He then sucked each lip into his mouth and nibbled on them gently. His teasing was unbearable to me, my desire had grown to the point that I felt as if though I would explode if he didn’t relieve me soon. Realizing my desperation, he gently spread my lips and found my swollen clit. He had only been sucking my clit a few minutes when I exploded in his mouth.

He crawled back up and lay on top of me and we kissed as I recovered from my orgasm. As soon as I recovered I got up and started to remove his clothing. I kissed his lips and then kissed my way down his body until I reached his cock. I started by gently swirling my tongue around the head of his cock. I licked my way down his shaft until I reached his balls and I stopped to suck his balls into my mouth. I then licked my way back up the shaft and sucked just the head of his cock into my mouth as I stroked his shaft with my hand.  When I felt that I had teased him long enough I took his whole cock into my mouth and as deep into my throat as I could. I bobbed my head up and down until he stopped me.

I was positioned on all fours on the bed and he positioned himself behind me. He started rubbing his hard cock in my wet slit teasing me again. He finally gently pushed his swollen head into my pussy. Slowly he eased the rest of his cock into my pussy. He was very thick and it was painful at first so he remained still for a moment while I got used to the size. The pain soon turned to pleasure as he began to pump his cock in and out of my pussy. He started slowly and gradually picked up the pace until he was pounding my pussy and I was screaming in pleasure. He reached around and rubbed my clit while he pounded my pussy and I began to feel the tension building in my stomach and I new that my second orgasm was close. He started fucking me faster and I knew that he was close as well. I started to match his thrusts and soon he was grunting as he filled my pussy with his hot cum, sending me over the edge.

I fell onto my stomach and he lay on top of me with his cock still buried in my pussy for a few minutes while we both recovered. He then rolled off of me and came and lay beside of me. I rolled over on my side and he put his arm around me and cuddled up next to me. He was soon fast asleep and as I lay there drifting off into my own peaceful slumber I was more confused than ever.

TO BE CONTINUED….

 We got to work, and about an hour into the day and e-mail from her popped into my inbox.  "Can you help me in the copy room?"

I quickly made my way to the other side of the office to find her in the copy room waiting for me.  "What seems to be the problem?" I asked her.  She leaned into the copier sticking her naughty ass out; "It seems to be jammed, somebody must have stuffed too much paper in here".  I quickly replied "You must hate that" as I pressed up next to her.  "No, I can never be stuffed too much" she cooed as she bumped her hip into mine.  Catching her eyes, and turning her too me, I kissed her hard.  Letting our arms wrap each other, and bring us closer I pushed my tongue past her lips.  The soft moan as my hand found it's way to her ass, made my cock flinch and let me know I was in for a very good day of Overtime.

 She was quickly on her knees, wrestling my cock from my pants.  Her tongue gliding over my smooth swollen balls.  Talking into my cock "I love that you shave, it drives me wild, it's just an invitation to keep my mouth down here" as she wrapped her metallic pink lips around the head of my cock.  Helping me grow even larger as she took me down her throat.  She began to work my cock with her mouth like I had never felt.  Making every motion feel as though I was cumming.  Her spit running down my shaft to my balls was cool and soothing, but her hot tongue tracing the trail made me almost blow my load all over her face.  I knew I had to get the attention back on her.

Lifting her up by her chin and leaning her against the copier I began to slide her jeans off, expecting a cute pair off panties, I was surprised and happy to be met by only her sweet bare ass.  "You really did come prepare to work didn't you Dawn."  "I sure did baby, I knew this was our day."  The smell of her wet pussy made me salivate as I got her completely out of her jeans, and spread her legs.  Taking another good wiff of her appetizing mound I pushed my face into her ass and began tongueing her tightly sealed lips.  The moans coming from Dawn as I licked up and down her sweet gash did not prepare me from the sheer sounds of joy that were to follow as I wrapped my lips around her swollen clit.  Feeling her legs quiver and knowing my sexy co-worker had orgasmed, I let my tongue explore to see how naughty this girl was.  As my hot breath reached her delicate ass, I felt her hands reach back and her lean over more exposing her tight pink dirty spot.  Touching my tongue to her naughty asshole sent shivers up her spine and more fluid down her creamy things.  "Please, fuck me, I need your hard cock inside of me."  She begged me.

 Standing and lining my swollen cock up with her waiting love canal, I swatted the cheeks of Dawn's ass.  Pushing in slowly, knowing that I was on the road to owning this sweet pussy and ass.  Sure she was married, but I knew from now on she would never be able to cum while fucking her dead beat husband, not the way I was going to make her cum.  I began slowly pumping, building my sexy little vixen toward her third orgasm of hot overtime session.  As her pussy quivered around my throbbing cock, I began to fuck her faster, harder.  She came again, and again, and this is when I went for it all.  Pulling from her pussy to her puckered ass, I pushed in as gently as I could.  Until my smooth swollen balls were receiving a hot wet kiss from her pussy lips.  Grabbing tightly to her waste I began to work in and out.  Building as she reached between her legs to strum her pussy.  Just as she let out another fantastic orgasmic cry, I let go of the hardest load I ever have.  Filling her ass her with my hot sticky goo.  "Oh my god, you are the greatest man to work with."  "Well Dawn, hopefully we can work even harder next time."

 To this day, Dawn and I still work overtime, but those stories are for another day....

Darcy walked back into the bathroom and pushed the door close, as I glanced over at the television, I’d noticed the bathroom door didn’t close all the way, so I walked over to the bathroom and became a “Peeping Tom”. As She slowly rubbed lotion all her over body, her supple round melon breast, wet hot pussy, big brown bubble butt, I slowly slid my hand down my draws and massaged, stroked and touched my big phat long hard cut 9in dick, moaning to myself “ahhh yeah baby…..yeah baby….rub that pussy and booty baby”, she turned around, saw me and said “Jim”. I quickly got back to my computer, she came out of the bathroom, walking toward me Phat but Firm, Round, Brown and Tight

She threw her left leg over me, as she bent over and spread her legs, with nothing but a towel on she proceed to check the computer, all I seen was Ass and Pussy in my face, so I leaned forward and started smelling and sniffing her tight, fat, wet, young pussy, then I stuck half of my face in-between her big deep ass cheeks and started rubbing my nose back and forward, up and down tickling her pussy and butt hole, I open my mouth and rapped my lips around her entire pussy, while slide my wet tongue on her wet pussy.

She turned around and started stroking my big hard dick, as I sucked, licked, and blowed on her tity nipples

Darcy begin to lick my big mushroom head with her tongue, then slid my entire dick into her mouth, sucking, licking, blowing, I moaned loudly

She laid on the floor, butt naked with her legs open, as I squatted over her, I held my dick up, while I lowered my nuts into her wet mouth, she was tea bagging my ball, while I rub her pussy, she squeezed her big tits.

She grab the paddle from the desk Drawer, and begin to smack my ass repeatedly.

When she smacked my ass it made my dick even harder, I was ready to fuck, ready to slide my dick in that tight fat pussy.

She turned around and bent over, as I repeatedly smacked her ass cheeks with my dick. Then I started teasing her, sliding the head of my dick in and out of her pussy for 30sec. then I slid my hard long big dick deep inside her tight pussy, humping, pounding, grinding back and forth, that pussy was so fat, warm, and tight, my dick felt so good up in that pussy, I smack her ass, while fast fucking her. Then we switch positions we did it missionary style, and as I’m pumping that pussy, going deeper, and deeper, her legs was rapped around me, then she begin to rub her to toe up and down between my butt cheeks.

We went back to doggy style position.

The I slid my dick in her ass, and started butt fucking her. She begin to moan loudly

Then I Slid my dick out off her ass, and put it in her mouth, she started sucking my dick ever better then before.

She got on top of me and started riding my dick hard, as I smack ass repeatedly. She started tighten up her as she grinded up and down on my dick, stroking it back and forth. That shit felt so so good.

As I started to fuck her faster and harder, I was about to cum, so I slid my dick out of her pussy and shove it in her mouth, shooting a shit load of cum all in her mouth.

Darcy Was the best peace of ass I ever had.

 

This was to be a Valentine’s Day party at Mike’s friend’s place, whom I never even met. One of their buddies from teenage years was flying in from New York and they were to meet for the first time in twenty years and “kick it”. I listened to endless stories of their escapades and how they were like brothers. I was sick of it already.

 

Besides, I had a sneaking suspicion that the only reason I was invited along was because Jahan was bringing his wife and I was probably to be a distraction for her, so that she wouldn’t be in danger of dying from boredom listening to their stories, undoubtedly minor occurrences blown out of proportion.

 

Even walking out the door, we argued. He didn’t like what I was wearing, there were comments about make up, he wanted me to put on glasses so that I could drive… By the time we agreed on a cab and were standing in front of his friend’s front door, we’ve been through a huge battle and were not speaking to each other.

 

The minute we entered the crowded apartment, I was hit by the realization of how Mike had felt when he attended Christmas parties at my job. He was never too eager to go, but did as a married couple does on the occasions like that. Whenever we arrived at the place of festivities I could literally count to ten and before I was through, he would hiss at me: “So, I’m a token nigger again”.

 

Of course that was not true. None of those parties were exclusively for people of one race, but I just happened to work in predominantly white office and though that did not bother him on other occasions, the insecurities must have set in when faced with a crowd that we were joining. By the time we were leaving however, he was pleasantly drunk and buddy-buddy with most of the people who attended.

 

As we walked into the apartment, I noticed that I was the only white woman there. I looked around carefully and with a sinking feeling realized I was the only white person. I knew a couple of guys, Mike’s friends, who never went beyond a nod and a grin to me, and I seriously doubted that by the time we left I would be any better of.

 

I turned around to poke my husband with the same comment he annoyed me with each time he found himself in the situation that I was in now, of course, appropriately calling myself “cracker”, and found him embracing his friends in a most annoying display of male bonding.

 

After polite introductions, I grabbed a drink and sat in a corner, looking out of the window, admiring the breathtaking view of Chicago skyline and trying to make myself as invisible as I could.

 

To Mike’s credit, I have to admit he passed by me a few times, lovingly caressing my hair or giving me a hug and asking if I was okay, suggesting I should mingle.

 

“No, I’m fine here.” I said with a smile as sweet as I could make it. I knew I was going to hear about it later on our way home, not wanting to socialize with his friends. “It’s beautiful here.” I said and wishfully looked out the window again.

 

“Yeah, it is.” Mike replied.   “Brenda and Jahan will be here soon.” He added and was gone.

 

I didn’t really look forward to meeting even more new people. I have become weary of funny looks directed towards us when we turned up in public together. Our families did not make it any easier on us and despite our marriage having lasted for seven years I always suspected that they were expecting us to break up any day now. Twenty-first century and a big city did nothing for the small-mindedness and we both tried our best to ignore it, but sometimes it was just too insulting.  

 

A couple of hours later, my jaw started hurting from yawning, as I felt I was too tired to concentrate on anything but staying awake. I drank more than usual and satisfyingly noticed that I had managed to empty most of the Bailey’s bottle by myself.

 

Every few minutes the doorbell rang and more people that I didn’t know came, stuffing the already overcrowded apartment even more. I got a few nods from men and women who walked past me, some pausing in front of the window that I had been standing by, looking out and admiring the view.

 

A roar of yelling jerked me out of my thoughts in which I had escaped to keep myself amused and I realized that the long awaited friend had finally arrived. I couldn’t be bothered to join in the festivities of his arrival, continuously staring out the window, wishing I were anywhere but here.

 

  I felt Mike’s hand on my shoulder and was turned around against my will, still managing to smile and put on a façade of interest. Jahan was a handsome, tall guy with carefully maintained dreads, reaching to his mid back. He wore designer clothes and if I was to meet him on the street, I would probably do a double take.

 

This time however, my eyes were only for a woman standing next to him. Her height was the first that I had noticed, having gotten used to the fact that most women were shorter than me. She was an attractive brunette with lively, hazel eyes and nice, sporty body. Dressed in plain jeans and denim shirt, she certainly didn’t match her husband or most of the people in the room, who were all dressed as if going to a Christmas party, including me.

 

I shook Jahan’s hand but my eyes remained on the woman. She smiled at me and offered her own, carefully manicured hand in greeting. “I’m Brenda.” She said simply and I stuttered my name as if it wasn’t my own.

 

She had straight, shoulder length hair with a reddish glow. She was not a beauty, but I cannot recall seeing a more interesting person than her in a long time. She looked at our husbands, who were now hugging and tapping each other on their backs, laughing and throwing loving insults at one another, talking about whose dreads looked more genuine and whose belly was bigger.

 

Brenda rolled her eyes and grabbed me under the arm. “Come, let’s go and find a drink. I’ve had a hard evening already.” She said and I smiled, she must have read my mind.

 

We sat on the couch, admiring the view and chitchatting, which to my great amazement seemed to come easily, even though this was the first time we have met. I kept looking at her face, finding it more and more fascinating. Her lips were full and her eyes big and round. She had a habit of tucking her hair behind her ears, showing off small ears, bejeweled with delicate, antique looking jade earrings. I liked everything about her, even the way she scratched her head when confronted with a question that needed a careful thought before answering.

 

We discovered mutual love for books, she works for a New York publishing house, which I did some translations for, and she suggested that we have probably met before, just don’t remember each other.

 

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “I would have remembered you. You’re not the kind of person one forgets easily.”

 

She looked at me, her face serious, her eyes smiling. I cursed myself quietly for being so indiscreet. Before I got married, I fooled around with a couple of women, nothing serious, but I still thought about them sometimes. Brenda would certainly be a kind of a woman I would want to mess around with. Providing neither of us was married. I knew Mike wouldn’t stand for it, and although I didn’t know Jahan, I suspected he was the same.

 

Did I just hit on my husband’s friend’s wife? Of course I did. Did she notice? By the looks of it, she did. And from what I could see, she didn’t mind. I sighed in relief.

 

“I’ll take that as a compliment, Nikkie.” She said and I nodded. “So, what’s your real name?” she asked and I cringed. I never liked to be called by my given name, which was usually used by my parents when I did something wrong.

 

“Nicola.” I said. “But, please don’t call me that.”

 

We giggled as if sharing a secret and she grabbed my hand, squeezing it gently, sending shivers up and down my spine. I liked her more by the minute, and although I couldn’t swear to it, I believed she liked me to. Not just as a conversationalist either.

 

It has been a long time since I’ve been with anyone but my husband and I feared I had lost my touch. I was going to simply let it be. See what happens, as one might say.

 

I was disappointed to see Mike approaching, fearing that the night had ended before I had enough time to talk to Brenda more. I loved chatting with her. She was funny and smart, with a sense of humor just as dry as mine, and goofiness much like my own. I had to admit that going home might have been a good idea, though. I had gotten fairly drunk.

 

“Come on,” said Mike, taking my hand. “We’re all going to Excalibur.” My heart jumped. More time with Brenda.

 

“Great!” I said and looked at her. She had walked away, talking to her husband. In the confusion of about sixty people leaving the apartment, I had lost the sight of Brenda, which was quite disappointing. Despite the fact that we were in the center of downtown, getting cabs for everybody would take a while and I feared she would have found a different amusement by the time I made it to the club.

 

We were lucky to be one of the first ones out of the building and managed to flag down the first cab passing by. We were about to enter it when Brenda came running. “Wait, wait!” she yelled and waved her arms. “Mike, go with Jahan. He’s got a cab, too. I’ll go with Nikkie.”

 

Mike was quite happy to join his old friend. I was certain there were many things they wanted to discuss out of their wives’ earshot. I was exhilarated.

 

I entered the cab first, Brenda following. I turned around and saw that Mike and Jahan caught the cab behind us. We pulled off and looked at Brenda smiling. I was happy to notice that she was smiling back at me.

 

“Where to, ladies?” asked the cabbie.

 

“Excalibur!” said Brenda. “And please, don’t take the shortest way.”

 

The guy gave us a suspicious look in the mirror.

 

“Seriously,” nodded Brenda into the mirror. “Lose your way and I’ll tip you good.”

 

The cab driver shrugged his shoulders and averted his gaze onto the street in front of him. I’m sure he had seen his fair share of weirdoes and odd requests.

 

We turned the corner and I felt Brenda’s hand on my thigh. “I like those boots.” She said. Those were the same boots that Mike had been giving me grief over earlier in the evening.

 

“You look like a hooker.” He said, measuring me with his eyes, the boots reaching over the knees and almost touching the hem of the mini dress I was wearing.

 

“Yeah,” I replied. “But I’m your hooker!” I smiled back and he walked away, disgusted.

 

I kept looking at Brenda’s hand on my thigh; her fingers caressing me, touching the top of the boots and the bottom of the short dress. I found her staring into my eyes. “If I’m wrong, please tell me now.” she whispered. I swallowed hard and shook my head.

 

Brenda’s fingers found their way up my thigh and she yelped in surprise. “Oh, you little tart!” she said when she touched the stocking suspenders realizing I was wearing garter belt.

 

“Always prepared,” I whispered hoarsely, grateful to my persistence in ignoring Mike’s protests. He had called me the same, but with different words and in a harsh tone of voice. The meaning was quite different.

 

“I want to kiss you,” I continued and closed my eyes. All I wanted was to feel her soft lips on mine.

 

“Later.” She whispered in reply. “The guys’ cab is behind us. We have to sit still.”

 

I nodded and gasped when I felt her fingers press against my panties. I opened my eyes and found the cabbie staring in the mirror, obviously aware of what was going on in the back of his vehicle. I hoped he wouldn’t crash and opened my legs, allowing Brenda’s fingers to slip under the edge of my panties, finding their way between my pussy lips and straight onto my clitty. Her touch felt like an electric shock making me shiver with pleasure.

 

“Scoot down some.” She said and I obeyed. We both slid on the seat, our heads still visible from the vehicle behind us, our hands free to roam.

 

Brenda pressed her fingers on my clitty and in circling motions made me wet within seconds. She had the Midas touch and within a couple of minutes, I was ready to cum. To my great disappointment her hand left my clitty, only to slide down my pussy and I could feel her shoving her long fingers deep inside of me.

 

I looked at her and found her grinning. “Not yet, Nik.” She whispered. “Not yet.”

 

The cab swayed dangerously and we realized that the cabbie was watching us more than the road ahead. Brenda giggled and I closed my eyes in embarrassment. I was certain this was not the first time he had seen anything like that in the back seat of his taxi, but it was the first time I had ever done heavy petting in the presence of a third party. I had to admit that it was a huge turn on, though.

 

“Fuck, Brenda, I lost it now.” I said out loud when I realized that the moment had passed and I wasn’t going to cum. A second later I felt her fingers slipping out of me and returning to the sensitive bud they had so carefully massaged a little while ago, resuming the teasing, bringing me on the verge of orgasm, only to stop at the last moment and slip inside me again.

 

A brutal sound of a car horn behind us startled all three of us, and I realized our cab was standing in front of the green light.

 

“What are you looking at?” I snapped at the cabbie. He snickered and pulled off. I spread my legs even more, chancing a cramp but not caring. Brenda had made me feel really good, if only she would finish what she had started.

 

To my great disappointment I realized we were just around the corner from the club that we were heading to. “Here we are.” I said and pulled Brenda’s hand out of my panties, pushing it away from me. I was pissed.

 

I didn’t want to see how much she paid the cabbie. He had a free show, that must have counted for something, but I didn’t say anything. When I stepped out of the car, Mike and Jahan were already waiting for us.

 

“Why didn’t you tell him where to go?” asked Mike, obviously annoyed. “He took you for a ride.”

 

“Yeah, yeah.” I said, my anger rising. I felt as if I had cotton wool stuffed in my panties, my pussy was swollen and twitching. I needed a drink.

 

As soon as we entered the club the guys headed straight for the first bar they saw. I tried to follow, but was stopped by Brenda grabbing onto my arm. “Get some beer for us, too.” She yelled at Jahan, failing to make herself heard. She just waved at him and pulled me after her.

 

“Come on, Nik.” She half whispered, half yelled in my ear and before I knew, I was dragged up the stairs to the second floor, following her reluctantly. When we reached the top of the stairs, she pointed towards the bathrooms and continued to drag me after her.

 

As the door of the bathrooms slammed behind us, drowning the impossible noise of music and people shouting somewhat, another noise of giggling and girlie chitchatting hit us. The room was half-full; there were still a couple of stalls empty. If there was a line, I don’t think we could have done what followed.

 

Without a word Brenda grabbed my hand and led me to the very last stall by the wall. I saw some raised eyebrows and gazes following us, some amused, some disgusted. Again, I could have cared less. I’m sure most of the chicks in the bathrooms have seen the like before.

 

We squeezed into the stall and I finally turned to her, nervous and expectant. “Brenda, we really shouldn’t…”

 

Before I managed to utter another word, she hugged me and finally I felt her soft lips on mine. She kissed me gently; sliding her tongue inside my mouth, at the same time I felt my dress being lifted and her fingers slipping inside my panties. She found the spot that had already had plenty of attention inside the cab and started rubbing it, never breaking her kiss.

 

I moved my pelvis against her hand, vaguely hearing the comments and giggles from the outside. I can never manage to have sex quietly, but this time around I have achieved just that.   I’m sure Brenda felt and heard my heavy breath against her ear, but the chicks on the other side of the door wouldn’t.

 

I was so close to cumming again and if she didn’t realize that by the way my body reacted, she must have felt my strong squeeze on her arm. She kept her fingers on me, at the same time slipping down and to my great surprise kneeling. She pushed the hem of my dress into my hand and pulled down my panties. She bumped my booted feet apart and squeezed in between.

 

I almost screamed when I felt her tongue replace the fingers. She wasn’t messing around either. Her lips immediately sucked onto my clitty, pulling and massaging it in a steady rhythm, which slowly kept intensifying. I could feel the long awaited orgasm approaching and I gathered all my strength to remain standing up and not let out a yelp of pleasure, but rather just a loud gasp. I was beyond worrying what the women present in the same room were thinking, they certainly knew what was going on by now.

 

I was still shivering when Brenda got off her knees, stood up and kissed me, thrusting her tongue deep inside my mouth, letting me taste my own juices on her lips. At the same time, she was unzipping her jeans and I noticed that her hands were trembling. What she had done to me had fired her up and she whispered in my ear: “Just touch me, Nik.”

 

She sat on the toilette as if she was about to pee and this time I knelt in front of her, reaching between her legs. I wanted to rub her clitty just as she had rubbed mine, but her hand pushed my fingers inside of her wet pussy, helping me find the most sensitive spot just a couple of inches from the entrance.  

 

“Push on it, Nik.” She gasped. “I’m almost there.”

 

I could feel her shivering as she pulled my face towards hers and kissed me hard. At first I thought she had peed on my hand. It had taken me a few seconds to realize that she gushed and I regretted I had not seen it properly. I’ve never been a witness to a woman ejaculating and I could never do it, no matter how I tried.

 

We froze in a moment; Brenda sitting on the toilette with her legs spread and I kneeling in front of her, our lips touching, our noses rubbing against each other.

 

“We’d better go back.” I whispered and she closed her eyes, nodding.

 

Brenda stood up, dressed herself and helping me up, too.

 

“I want to see you again, Nikkie.” She said and my heart jumped. “Jahan is leaving tomorrow and I’m staying for a couple of days. I’m at the Drake Hotel.”

 

We embraced and I didn’t feel like going back out, but knew we had to. We’ve already spent more than enough time away from the guys.

 

Just as I turned around to open the door she grabbed my arm. “Yeah?” she asked, caressing my face. “Will you see me again?”

 

“Of course.” I said, excited and a little worried. I wanted to be with this woman no matter the danger or consequences.

 

We ignored the mocking looks of the girls that we passed by. I didn’t care what anybody thought. Brenda opened the door of the bathroom and we stepped into the club, instantly bombarded by the rhythm of music and raised voices of the clubbers.

 

We joined the guys at the small table by the bar and as I sat down next to Mike he put his arm around my shoulders. I noticed Jahan did the same. I also noticed Brenda’s long and meaningful look, holding my gaze steadily.

 

I have just come closer to the love at first sight than ever before.  

 

“Miss.”

 

“Yes Matthew.”

 

“Are we really you know gona have sex?”

 

“If that’s what you want.”

 

“Do you want it?”

 

“Well if its like before then I suppose so.”

 

“Ohh.”

 

We remained in silence for the rest of the trip to her house. I carried on stroking her thigh the whole journey and my dick remained rock hard.

 

“Well here we are.”

 

It wasn’t a large flat but it wasn’t tiny not bad for a chemistry teacher with only 2-3 years experience. She parked round the corner and we walked in. I remained behind as we went up the stairs of course just checking her butt out trying to get a view of her panty clad posterior. She opened the door to her flat.

 

“Good my roommate isn’t home she’ll be gone for another couple of hours, wait here while I have a quick shower get this cum off my legs its all dry and scratchy now.”

 

I sat perched at the edge of her bed and heard the shower go on.

 

“There may be something in the fridge I’m not sure” she called out.

 

“Huuuhh?”

 

“You said you were going for food before you ended up here.”

 

I walked into the kitchen area and opened the fridge. There were some eggs and a 6 pack of Heineken. I got an egg and a can. I found a pan and started hard-boiling the egg. 10 minutes later I had finished 2 cans of Heineken and was sat on the sofa munching the egg. Mrs Richards came out of the bedroom wearing only the towel. It only just covered her areolas and only came down to mid thigh. Her wet hair hung down over her shoulders.

 

“Make yourself at home why don’t you,” She said in a dissatisfied voice.

 

I panicked and got up unsure what to do.

 

“Haha relax I was joking don’t worry,” she joked.

 

She went into the kitchen area and grabbed a beer

 

“Hey,” she called “you want another my flat mate will kill me but hey I’m ‘entertaining’ a guest.”

 

“Sure.”

 

She grabbed another then came down and sat next to me. As soon as she did my little friend popped back to attention. She handed me my beer and opened hers I watched as she tilted her head back and started drinking watching her swallow and follow the movement as it passed down her neck in long gulps, fascinated by how beautiful she looked just performing simple movement she must have performed all her life which was holding me entranced for a interlude of mine.

 

“You gona drink that or let it go completely flat?” she spoke breaking me out of my trance.

 

“Ahhhh yes… ahhem yes I’m going to drink it” I stuttered

 

She just smiled and went back to her drink finishing it in two more swallows. She got up dropped her empty can into the bin and went to the bedroom door turning before she left and beckoning me to follow. I quickly drank my drink threw the can at the bin scoring a perfect dunk.

 

I hesitated at the door what lay beyond? Would I regret it? I put these stupid thoughts out of my head. This is the woman I’ve dreamed about spilt spunk over and gazed at for many a long lesson. My fears quashed I opened the door and stepped forward pushing the door open.

 

She was laid on her bed the towel still on, her hair dryer but still damp was spread out like a fan behind, her legs were stretched out in front of her and she patted the bed beside her. I climbed up still unsure of this fiery haired vixen before me all wit and guile had vanished I just continued hoping for the best.

 

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“Well you’ve seen most of me lets get a look at you then” she said as she stretched up towards me.

 

As if a dream she came closer I could smell the alcohol on her breath, as she must have on mine. She reached towards me and took my t-shirt with both hands and pulled it over my head. No look of distaste as she saw my 6pac less body no worry as she saw my weedy arms just want and longing. I fumbled with the buttons on my jeans her hands came down lightly brushing my stomach before unbuttoning me and pulling the zip down. She glanced up into my eyes just before she pulled my jeans down there I was in my underwear in front of the hottest teacher imaginable and she just in her towel.

 

I reached towards her and she spread her arms out as I pulled on the top of her towel releasing the top half and exposing her perfect milky white breasts. I took each nipple in turn into my mouth lightly biting and nibbling them a quite sigh rose from her lips.

 

I then trailed my tongue down between her bosom and onto her navel where the towel had fallen to. I raised my head before continuing and she just nodded agreement. I slowly slid a finger down under the towel and felt the fuzz just above her woman hood. I licked my lips in anticipation and slowly opened the towel.

 

I saw a horizontal strip of downy hair light colored but still with a reddish tinge to it. I gulped once before continuing feeling her gaze on the top of my head. I licked either side of this strip and virtually threw open the rest of the towel covering her sex. It was beauty incarnate her lips slim and taut a slightly lighter pink to the rest of her skin. Her clit was barely out of its sheath but was already glistening in the air. I felt her hand on the back of my head and I lowered it onto her.

 

Instead of going straight in I slowly kissed her inner thighs moving up and back down alternating either side. I slowly licked towards her pussy before stopping and changing direction. I drew one of her lips into my mouth and slowly sucked up its length before repeating with the other one. I moved more into her legs, which then wrapped around me. I licked her from her anus the entire way forward stopping just before her now engorged clitoris.

 

I went back to her small puckered hole and stuck my tongue into it savoring the rich tangy taste and smell. I inserted one finger into her pussy coating it with her juices and slid it up her anus. She let out a small gasp and jumped a little before relaxing back down. I now turned my menstruations back onto her vaginal opening. I stuck my tongue in tasting her and inhaled deeply savoring every second. I brought my other hand down from its place on her stomach and slowly teased her clit out into the air.

 

As I took it into my lips she let out a grown and pressed down onto my head. I gently nibbled it in my mouth and let my tongue lick it over. I inserted one finger up inside her damn she was tight I felt her pussy convulse on my finger sucking at it attempting to drag me inside. I slowly slipped a second and a third finger inside. With each finger allowed a new moan to escape from her lips.

 

I slowly started to thrust my fingers into her finding that special spot again and beginning to rub and massage it. I stuck my tongue inside her and licked her inner lips using my nose to stroke her clit.

 

She brought her other hand from her side and pressed it along with the first harder into my scalp, Her hips began thrusting into my head falling into a rhythm with my fingers.

 

A long gasp came from her lips and one of her hands went to start tweaking her nipple. Her other hand griping my hair ad forcing me further into her womanhood my finger in her anus now also began to slide in and out faster and faster just out of rhythm with my fingers in her pussy as I pushed that finger in deep I felt her grip hard and I just left it there burred up to the 3^rd knuckled imbedded in her ass.

 

Just as my tongue was beginning to tire the contractions around my fingers started spasming and her clit became rock hard. Her body began to shake and a low unearthly howl began to be emitted from her lips. She then froze, my fingers now furiously fucking her G-spot and she let out an almighty cry and began to orgasm.

 

“Ooohhhhhhhh shitttt gaaaa ohh my oohh myyyyeeeee fuuucccckkkkk haaaarrrddeerrr.”

 

As before when she came she also began squirting but this time I was ready I fastened my mouth over her cunt, Vacuuming her juices as they came drinking down her sweet nectar but even as I did so she kept going as did my fingers inside her. She told me to stop and she couldn’t take anymore but I kept going on her. Then she began to release her bowels onto my face but I remained drinking her in smelling her musky sent but it was all too much for me and I withdrew my face. Of course she kept going pissing and squirting into my face I withdrew my hands from her orifices and began rubbing her into me.

 

She finally abated and just lay there oblivious in a stupor. I went back down on her and began to lap up her juices. For the next 5 minutes nothing happened apart from my constant lapping at her and the bed where her juices had been spilt.

 

“Ohhhhh wow,” she groaned finally “that doesn’t happen every day.”

 

I raised my face glossy from her juices.

 

“So you liked it then?” I enquired.

 

Her only reply was to grasp my head and pull me to her lips embracing me and kissing me oblivious to her stickiness that now covered us both. Then she remembered what she had done in her throws of passion and looked away from me ashamed.

 

“What’s wrong?” I asked her.

 

“I didn’t mean to pi.. wee on you I’m sorry.”

 

“Huuuhh? Do I look like I give a damn?”

 

“well no its just…”

 

“So what I don’t care.”

 

She looked back into my eyes and then down between our bodies.

 

“Well I see something that needs to be taken care of down there.” She said seductively, before reaching down and giving my dick a few quick pumps.

 

“Ummmm what about…. You know… birth control?” I asked nervously.

 

“I’m on the pill don’t worry just fuck me already Matthew.”

 

 

I looked into her eyes and felt her grasp me and draw me closer to her. I felt her pussy lips brush the head of my dick and almost came on the spot. I hesitantly thrusted forwards glancing off her lips and missing completely.

 

“Relax take your time” she whispered.

 

I slowly pressed my dick up against her opening feeling her lips part seemingly of there own accord. I pressed onwards feeling her smooth flesh clinging onto my dick. I let out a gasp and slammed forwards producing a similar gasp from her. I stayed there for what seemed like an age before pulling back again.

 

I thrust inwards again burying my head into her shoulder and hearing her whisper words encouraging me onwards. I drew back out and slammed forwards picking up speed. I began fucking her at a steady speed and drew my head back up to her head and gave her a long kiss. Her legs griped around my back clenched and drew me forwards even harder.

 

 

I was thumping in and out going deeper with each drive. I was eventually fucking her like a rabbit hard and fast she began to moan again and burred her hands into my hair. I   brought myself up on my hands to give myself more leverage and watched her tits underneath me bounce up and down with each long powerful stroke inwards. Her hands left my hair and begain scoring lines in my back with her nails. Her breath started coming in gasps and her face flushed with excitement.

Her hands left my back and slid down her body pausing to tweak and maul her breasts before continuing to massage her budding clit bringing herself to an even higher form  of ecstasy.

Upon fealing her hands and seing her renewed vigour I gave it all my worth and slammed into her again and again smacking into her cervix and bumping her up the bed. Every stroke pushed her further rumpling the covers until her head was banging against the headboard.

 

I felt it building inside me and started fucking faster and faster. She started spasming again as I shot my first load. I kept thrusting at her as each load was blasted inside splattering her insides soaking her womb. Even before I had finished shooting my loads into her I felt my cum bubbling up around my dick forcing its way out of her pussy. Just as my last load was finished she orgasmed silently cumming just as hard as I did that sent me straight back over and I began cumming again the last thing I remembered was her looking up at me with a satisfied smile on my face before I fell into darkness.

 I don't know if the police did anything as I never saw anything in the local paper and the local 'bobby' never came to our house but John's house was empty the following week and had a 'for sale' a couple of weeks later. I never saw John again, I kept friends with Jim, Father Brian had been moved to another Parish so he felt alone. I used to visit his place and we enjoyed each others company up until I found girls, Jim still preffered boys and moved to London we lost touch later. I occasionally like to get together with a guy for a bit of fun but thats few and far between these days. And I hate Peodophiles with a passion.

“Hey, Meghan, c'mon, sit down already, you can talk to Sarah from here, ” I shouted at her, patting the seat next to me. Putting on my best evil grin I lowered my voice and added, “I'm getting cold.”

She stood up from crouching in the aisle and whipped around to glare at me. I could feel my cock stir. She always had a way of doing that to me, more so than other girls. I looked at her, admiring her long, straight, shiny brown hair, her hazel eyes, and her lips. I looked down and lingered around her breasts, I think a 34C if I remember our last game of truth or dare correctly, and then moved down to her waist that accentuated her large, sexy ass. She swears somewhere in her family tree is a black person: I believe it.

I put on a silly face and she melted and sat down. I had a tendency of doing that.

About 45 minutes passed and most of the bus was asleep, including the chaperones. The victim of insomnia with the chaperones got up and turned off the movies while the driver turned off the lights. I got my big blanket (fleece, feels oh so warm) and let my girlfriend lay down on my lap so I could cover us up. Her friends fell asleep as soon as they had their pillows propped up behind their heads.

15 minutes went by. Felt like an hour, but I've learned silent calm hours are really about 15 minutes. A few whispers of late night conversations cold be heard in the back and front of the bus, nothing disturbing. I noticed Meghan was looking up at me. She had on that face, she wanted to be kissed.

So I kissed her. And then I kissed her again. Momentum built up and we began making out like demons. My tongue invaded her mouth and she obviously was determined not to be outdone. My hand moved from her shoulder slowly down to cup her perky breast. We both gasped a little, her feeling my hand and me realizing she didn't have on her bra. My cock started to harden. I slipped my hand under her shirt and began to roll her erect nipple in my fingers. She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan. I felt her hand snake up my back and stop behind my head only to pull my head down and herself up to meet my lips.

We made out harder than before and I let my hand slip from her breast and slid down her firm stomach. It found the waistband of her pajama bottoms and quickly burrowed in. Another shock: no panties. And oh god was she wet. I started to rub her clit, slowly at first. We stopped kissing and she started to breath very heavily. If my cock wasn't already rock hard, I can tell you it was now. My middle finger suddenly thrust into her pussy and her entire body clenched.

I started moving my finger in and out, building up speed. The faster I went, the faster she breathed. I kissed her softly and she responded by grabbing my head again and assaulting my mouth. Then she moved her hand and stopped mine, pulling it out. I looked at her with confusion, about to ask why, but she put her finger to my lips, silencing me. She sat up and looked around the bus: all was quiet. She turned to me with that needy face and moved to straddle me.

“What if someone sees?” I whispered.

“They're asleep” she replied, her words quivering with excitement.

She moved my hand back down her pajama pants and I needed no more encouragement in resuming the fingering. I felt her hand seductively move down my chest to my own waistband. Electric shock rippled through me as she unbuttoned my jeans and pulled my rock hard member out of my boxers. She gasped as she wrapped her hand around my 7 inch shaft and started to pump up and down. Suddenly I realized I had stopped because the pleasure washed all over me, making me forget everything existed except for her hand on my cock. She used her other hand to pull mine out and put it on the side of her hips. She started pushing down, taking my hand and her bottoms down her thigh. She pulled my dick back and pushed her hips forward, making contact with her pussy and the tip of my dick. I nearly came right there.

“But, I don't have any condoms with me,” I half-heartedly protested thinking back to the akward sex-ed class.

She kissed me and whispered into my ear, “We don't need on, I have on my patch.”

With that she started to lower her virgin pussy onto my virgin cock. I was in heaven. The further down she went, the bigger the “O” her mouth made got. I could feel the tight virgin pussy squeeze my dick. The feeling was intense. About a quarter of the way in her knees buckled and she fell, filling her all the way up. I quickly kissed her passionately to drown out both of our moans. Slowly she moved her hips up and down, forming a rhythm with my small thrusts, each one taking me higher and higher into ecstasy land. It was amazing, feeling her soaking wet pussy squeeze my penis. I could feel my balls start to tighten and I looked at her face that looked as if she was in pain and whispered “I'm about to cum!”

I tried to simultaneously pull down and push her up to get out, but she moved my hand and just began moving her hips faster and faster repeating, “Just cum in me, cum in me,” in my ear.

Suddenly I felt it arrive, I grabbed her big ass and nearly slammed it down on my cock while stretching my head back. I felt my load shoot into her and hear her moan as I felt her pussy tighten and her body shudder as she came with me.

The throbbing slowly faded away and I looked into her eyes that started to tear up with pleasure and kissed her.

She slowly unmounted and deftly (to this day I don't know how) pulled off her pajama bottoms, put on a pair of white panties, and put back on the bottoms. We kissed again as she fell back into my lap and slowly fell asleep with a smile on her face. Obviously there was a smile on mine too. I glanced around and thought I saw one of her friends eyes suddenly close and a grin appear on her face. Things were going to get interesting when we got back...