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Apartment Sex

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Kevin stood in the lobby of the apartment complex and looked around. He was pissed that he was there. He noticed a pair of legs come around a corner, then his eyes moved up to her tits, and then her face.

Now he was shocked. Recognition started to set in. It was his sister. What the hell. She worked in some finance area and managed loans. His sister was standing with her eyes opened in surprise and her mouth hanging open. She quickly recovered and approached him.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“I work here. What are you doing here?” she replied.

She had thrown her arms around him to give a hug and he swore he caught a whiff of something.

“You smell like sex!” he accused.

Damn, he had been married long enough to know when he smelled sex on a woman and she was wearing a skirt. She immediately dropped her arms and pulled away. It was true. She had just come from fucking one of her regulars (she had two). She knew she was breaking every rule in the book. Robert was divorced. He had a one bedroom apartment and worked nights. They bahis firmaları had a simple arrangement since he had given her a key. If during the day when she was feeling frisky and fresh, she could let herself in his apartment and slide in the bed with him for a quickie. On average they fucked once a week.

Now Kevin was pissed once again and got quiet. He didn’t normally get jealous of his sister. She wasn’t married. But with all the bad going on between him and his wife, he needed his sister now and this just irritated him further.

Amy, seeing the anger in her brother’s eyes, called out to the girl at the desk. Amy indicated to her she was going to show this gentleman a vacant apartment. The girl nodded her head.

Amy brought Kevin to a vacant apartment. She had no idea why her brother was here but she knew she needed to get him out of the lobby. He walked in first after she unlocked the door and she followed behind him into the apartment after making sure the door locked back.

They stared at each other. Kevin was trying to remember when she told him she had kaçak iddaa started working at an apartment complex. Amy was wondering what was going on between her brother and his wife, Melody. Amy actually did like Melody.

They stared at each other. Kevin wasn’t speaking.

“What the hell,” mumbled Amy.

She kicked off her shoes and sunk her bare feet into the carpet. She moved her hands to her back and started unzipping her skirt. She was watching Kevin intently.

Kevin began to empty his pant pockets. Amy continued undressing. She pulled her skirt and underwear down. Then she took off her top but left her bra on. She bent down to the carpet and got on all fours. If her brother wanted to fuck her after she was just with another man, she would do it.

Kevin laid his pants and briefs on the carpet and kicked them away. He grunted when he got on his knees behind her. He slammed his cock inside her. She was so wet. Amy cried out at the sensation. He pulled halfway out and then slammed forward again. Amy was gripping the carpet hard. His hips rocked back and forth. He kaçak bahis released his tight hold of her hips to undo her bra. He flipped her on her back and after pushing her legs apart, he immediately thrusted hard into her pussy. Amy gasped. There had never been anyone better than her brother. She truly believed as brother and sister, her pussy and his dick were made for each other. She wrapped her legs around his lower back and crossed her ankles. She wondered when was the last time her brother had sex if he and Melody were fighting. Amy did not mind at all being on the receiving end of his frustration. She was about to come. Their fucking became frantic. He gripped the back of her neck and pounded her. As he shunted back and forth, she knew from the taking in of his breath, he was close to coming too. Suddenly the most intense orgasm rocked each of them. He drained his balls into her rippling pussy. After a while he slipped out of her and rolled over.

They were both laying on their back staring at the ceiling.

“You want to get an apartment here?” she asked him.

“Yeah.” he replied.

“Can I have a key?” she asked.

“Yeah.” he replied.

“I am going to give Robert back his key. I don’t need him anymore.” she told her brother.

“Good. Sounds real good.” said her brother.

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The Supermarket Surprise Pt. 02

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As I took the last of my things from the trolley to the checkout counter, a male voice said, “Hello. Fancy seeing you here.”

I looked up to see a face that I recognized from administration in my course. “Hello indeed.”

He only had a few things and by the time I’d packed my stuff up he was packed up too. We walked out together to the parking lot from the air-conditioned supermarket into one of the hottest days for a long time. I was carrying my stuff and he said, “It’s very hot. If you like I can drop you back at your place and save you a walk in this heat.”

“That would be great. It’s just so hot. I’m Jennifer. What’s your name?”

“Jim.”

I was in the final year of my psych course and I’d seen Jim around in the office but I don’t think we’d spoken. He was a bit older than me but looked good.

“Would you like to come home with me and have a swim and a cold drink? It’s too hot to do anything in this weather.”

“Sounds like a great idea. The cold drink especially.”

The moment I accepted I knew I should have been a bit more wary. He wasn’t a complete stranger but I hardly knew him and I was accepting to go home with him. He lived in a small house with his brother who had gone off for the weekend. There was a small pool at the back – enough to swim a few strokes and get wet and that’s about all. Jim took two beers out of the fridge and we drank them and then Jim said, “I’ll meet you in the pool.” I went off to change into my two-piece costume which was not a bikini by a long shot. I made sure that no pubic hairs were peeping out and went to the pool and jumped in. Jim was already treading water and we spoke. It must’ve taken me a full two minutes before I realized that he was naked. I couldn’t believe it. The water was clear and I could see his penis clearly. I tried not to register any shock. Jim behaved as if nothing special was happening and we just splashed around for a while. After a while the sun beating down was just too hot and Jim lifted himself out of the pool and dried himself before laying down on the grass facedown. I knew I couldn’t stay in the pool forever and I got out and lay down on my towel next to Jim.

The sun was beating down and I asked Jim about rubbing his back with some sunscreen. He got up to get it and came back and that’s when I saw his penis for the first time. You could tell by demeanor that this was the way he always dressed for the pool, as if everybody did. My eyes were locked on to his penis as he handed me the sunscreen and lay down for me to rub his back. Eventually he rolled over and I put it on his chest and his legs as well. By this time he had a very large erection but it didn’t seem to bother him one little bit that I was looking. He rolled over and I lay down next to him and he asked me whether I would like some sunscreen. He started rubbing my back and my legs and then I rolled over and he rubbed my tummy and my legs and my inner thighs, all the way up to my costume. bets10 I still had my top on. When his hands started rubbing my inner thighs, I could feel myself getting more and more excited. I tried to stay calm but the alarm bells were ringing that my pussy was getting wet. I had been fingered only a few months previously by a couple of fellows but it wasn’t serious and I never saw them again. The fact was I didn’t like their grubby little fingers in my pussy – I didn’t like them. I wondered what my response would be to somebody that I liked. The dilemma was here and now. I liked Jim. What should I do? What should I do if he started to finger me?

His hand returned to rubbing my stomach and the next thing I could feel his fingers trying to roll my swim shorts down. To let him or not to let him? I hesitated and in that short time my shorts were over my pubic mound and he was motioning me to lift up my bottom so that he could take them off altogether. “You’re still wet.” Jim picked up the towel and began rubbing my pubic hair until it was glistening and dry. I hadn’t demurred in any way and the next thing Jim’s hand was applying for sunscreen between my thighs and his hand was cupping my pussy. He looked at me as if to ask for approval and I looked back giving no answer. It was as good as approval at the next thing I could feel his finger in my slit moving up and down, searching for my clitoris and rubbing on it.

Jim stopped for a moment, lifted me up and undid my top, revealing my breasts. They were largish with a nice shape and my nipples were sticking out as never before. Jim pushed me down again and began sucking on my nipple while his finger kept working its magic between my legs. I had had an orgasm just once before and I could feel myself getting closer to another one. Jim’s finger slipped into my vagina and I went to a new level of heaven. I have no idea why I felt guilty about all this but I did and when my orgasm came, I tried to suppress it. I couldn’t completely stop it but I could sense that it was very small. Jim knew that I had one and he stopped rubbing. I lay there wondering what might happen next. What had happened was not supposed to happen. I’d come for a swim and now I had just had an orgasm. I was a little confused as to what to do next. I liked Jim. He was nice and treated me gently. I was sure he wanted to stick his dick into me. That’s what all men wanted to do. Did I want that to happen? I didn’t know. The more I looked at it, the more the ideas of it penetrating me become attractive. I was still unsure.

“I think I should go home. I’ll get changed.”

“Sure. You should have a shower to wash the chlorine off.”

“Good idea.”

When Jim had spoken to Jennifer at the supermarket he had hoped against hope that she just might come home with him and that he would fuck her. She was no different to every girl that he met. He always weighed up his chances and hoped that he might get his end in. It was a bahis siteleri long shot but you never knew. You could never tell when you started off with a girl what would happen. And right now he felt that success might be at hand, or it might not. At least she was smiling at him. He had the feeling that Jennifer was in a quandary what to do. He felt she couldn’t make up her mind whether to let her body rule her mind or her mind rule her body. Her body was sending messages of pleasure and enjoyment and they were encouraging her to continue on.

I got into the shower and so did Jim. I hadn’t expected him to do that. His hands were all over me soaping me everywhere, including between my legs, and I began to get aroused again. I could feel his hard dick touching me from time to time. Was it on purpose or accidental? His hands were everywhere and I was really getting aroused again and then he suddenly bent me over and I could feel his dick entering me. It was what I wanted and what I didn’t want at the same time. Jim was behind me and both his hands were playing with my breasts and then he said, “you’ve got a beautiful bottom.” It was funny because I hadn’t really considered that my bottom was sexy and yet I knew it was. I was quite happy to bend over because I didn’t really understand what was going to happen. Within seconds I could feel the tip of his dick moving up and down between my lips the next thing it was in the vestibule of my vagina. How did he find the entrance so quickly? I felt it slip in and before I knew it he was right in up to the hilt. Oh God. What a beautiful feeling. I asked myself why I had been resisting the inevitable so long and when it happened, was so enjoyable. I kept calculating in my mind whether I was safe or not. I was. Jim came and I felt him spurting into me and I dried myself. He drove me home.

“Could you pick me up again later this afternoon and I could have another swim.” They both knew what she really meant.

Jim came home and had another beer and congratulated himself on another conquest. She was nice and he thought he had pleased her. All things considered, it was one of the best starts to any day he had ever had. Kimberly went home and had a bite to eat. She had every intention of studying but her mind kept contemplating the surprising turn of events in the morning. That morning, when she left home, she had intended to shop and study for the rest of the day. She thought to herself how so many of her expectations had gone pear-shaped that morning. The last thing on her mind was that she would have been fucked by lunchtime.

It was not the only expectation that had gone wrong. She had had some romantic expectations of the way that she would lose her virginity, not that it was important to her, but it was important purely as an event in her development as a woman. She had expected to be wooed and seduced and end up on her back with her legs open looking into the eyes of a man who was about güvenilir bahis siteleri to poke his thing into her bottom. She was looking forward to that, not anxiously, but something that would naturally happen in the course of time. She had taken a photograph of her bottom, just as the man would see her before penetration. She thought she looked attractive.

Instead, it didn’t happen like that at all. There was no romance and the demands of her body had overtaken all her other expectations. The last thing she expected was that she would be fucked doggy style. She didn’t even know what her bottom looked like from behind. How would he find her hole? She had watched porn a few times and seen it happen but it didn’t seem the normal, regular way to her. When his penis touched her in the shower she thought it might happen but it was nevertheless a surprise when she felt it sliding up and down her crack and then suddenly it was opening her up and inside her. The only sensation she could concentrate on was the feeling. She couldn’t see him – just feel his long thing deep inside her and then she felt the pulsing as he emptied himself inside her. She was pretty sure she couldn’t get pregnant and hoped that was truly the case. After what seemed an eternity of pleasure Jim finally pulled out and washed himself in the shower and she did too.

All afternoon she tried to study and lost count of the number of times she just stared into space sucking her pen, unable to concentrate and occasionally thinking that she would be going back for another swim and more fucking. Kimberly had watched porn but not often and then purely to satisfy her curiosity. She had never done it to amuse herself but as the afternoon wore on, she kept looking and looking. She wasn’t sure why she was looking and jumped from here to there and back again. It slowly dawned on her that what had happened that morning had happened without her enjoying it very much but it was becoming apparent, the more she read and looked, that you could really enjoy sex if you did it right. It seemed to her that Jim had enjoyed himself a lot and that she could have a lot more pleasure than she had had. It was all about having orgasms.

Until this point in her life she had rarely taken an interest in sex – it was something to put off for when you got married but those ideas were changing very quickly. She wondered why nobody up to now had explained to her that that little button between her legs was designed for pleasure and nothing but pleasure. She had watched with great interest as two older lesbians had played with each other’s clitoris and how they had moaned. When she came back with Jim, she was going to lead and he was going to concentrate on giving her pleasure. It was a simple plan – she would go over and have another swim and then come out and lie in the sun and give Jim her vibrator. She didn’t care whether he got a surprise and if he didn’t know, she would show him how to use it. Next she would encourage him to go down on her and lick her clitoris and give her an orgasm and then as a reward she would give him the fuck of his life.

It all went to plan and her visits for a swim became a regular thing. And of course, so did the fucking.

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Gentle Voices

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It’s been awhile since I posted a story. Life at my age throws you some curves that take time to straighten out. Now that those issues have been resolved, I hope to continue writing and posting.

I apologize in advance because the story starts out on a real downer note and takes a while to get going, so please stay with it. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thanks. Creekman

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He sat there on the log staring at what used to be his home. The firemen had left, the ambulances carrying the bodies had left, but the smoke still floated lazily into the evening sky. His wife, daughters, son-in-laws, grandkids, all dead, killed by the explosion and fire. A Red Cross worker put a blanket around his shoulders and gently talked him into leaving and going to a friend’s house. If he hadn’t stepped out of the house when he did, he would be with them. Now he was alone. He cussed God and thought it should have been him. They should be looking to a bright future, instead, he was looking to a bleak future, alone, and oh God, so empty, so terribly empty.

His friends gathered around him, tried to get him to eat something or have a drink. He rejected it all. His lifeless eyes stared into nothing. Somehow he got through all the funerals and services. His friends and neighbors made sure he was never alone, that someone was always with him or very near him. He hardly spoke, didn’t laugh any more, just sat and stared.

Mike, or Big Mike as his friends called him was a gentle giant. At 55 he was still six feet four inches tall, lean at 230 pounds, huge strong, scarred, calloused hands that made a basketball look like a soft ball. He had laughed easily and had a way with young kids, especially young girls who told him all their secrets. He had worked his whole life and had never found anything he couldn’t fix. He loved working with his hands, especially making things from wood. All the furniture in the house he had made, the kitchen cabinets, island, stools, and all the special trim. When he wasn’t working with his hands, he liked to trout fish and make music. Now, it all was gone, including the tools he had used to make and fix everything. Now he couldn’t fix his home and bring everyone back. The pain was unbearable.

Sometimes one of the neighbor kids would come up to him as he sat on the log and he didn’t even look at them. Soon they stopped coming.

Over the next six months he somehow dealt with the lawyers, insurance adjusters, contractors that cleared up the debris from the fire, and the realtors that listed and sold the property. The grief counseling continued. When everything was done, he convinced the neighbor he had been staying with that it was time for him to move on. He bought a used truck, put a cap on the back, bought a pair of waders and a fly rod. He said he was headed west, didn’t know where and didn’t especially care.

The next morning, the neighbor got up and Mike was gone. Mike was on the highway headed west. He couldn’t tell you where he was, but he kept the compass in the truck headed west. When it got dark he found a cheap motel for the night. In the room, he laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling and as he listened to the screams, the demons would come. He closed his eyes tight and covered his ears, but the screams and demons were still there. He couldn’t make them go away. At sun up, they seemed to fade away and he drove another 500 miles west. Then it would get dark, another motel room and they would return more frightening and screaming louder. Somewhere in all the din in his mind was a gentle voice urging him not to quit, that everything would be all right. It sounded like his wife’s voice, but in his state he didn’t know. He thought he was going crazy and probably deserved it. The next day, another 500 miles. When he slept, it was fitful, and not very restful. He ate one small meal a day and drank only coffee or water. He was losing weight, but he held onto that small gentle voice the way a drowning man clings to a life preserver.

In West Yellowstone, MT, he met an old friend that he used to fish with. The guy took one look at Mike and knew right away that something terrible had happened. He got Mike to tell him a very abbreviated version of the events. While telling the brief story, he never shed a tear, nor did his voice break. His dead eyes just stared into the distance. They spent a week fishing together. The friend got Mike to eat a steak and have a drink. Mike seemed to get a little bit like his old self, although, he still didn’t laugh nor was there any spark or glint in his eyes. When asked what next, Mike just said I’m headed west.

The next morning found Mike in the truck headed west. Another 500 miles, another cheap motel, the demons and screams still with him, as was that gentle voice he so desperately clung to. The second day, he ran out of road. In front of him was the Pacific Ocean. He thought that maybe he would just continue driving till the water took canlı bahis şirketleri his breath away and he could join his family again. The gentle voice in his head screamed NO! So he didn’t. He found a cheap motel, took a room for a week and spent time walking the beach, each day contemplating just walking into the water and swimming away. Each time the gentle voice in his head screamed NO!

Mike found a realtor and said he wanted a small 2 bedroom house that needs fixing up. A few weeks later he had a house. He bought a bed, mattress, and a chair. He also bought a bottle of whiskey. That night, he poured himself a half glass of whiskey and sat in the chair studying how he wanted to fix the house. In the morning, he was still in the chair and the bottle was half empty, but the demons and screaming didn’t seem so terrifying or loud. This became the new norm. Not much work got done on the house during the next six months, but the whiskey was starting to keep the demons and screaming at a tolerable level.

One night as he sat in his chair drinking another glass of whiskey, that gentle voice started talking. It was telling him that tomorrow, he was going to go buy some tools and start working on the house. You’re going to take that wall down, put in new floors, windows, redo the bathrooms and the kitchen, and cut back on the whiskey. The voice said she would take care of the demons and the screams. The next morning, Mike was still in the chair, the glass of whiskey was still half full and the bottle was mostly full.

After buying hammers, saws, drills, chop saws, screwdrivers and other tools he began tearing out the wall that the voice had told him too. Inside, he found a host of problems. The house had 1920’s plumbing, wiring and duct work. He went to the basement and took a closer look at the water heater, the furnace and the foundation. The foundation was the only good thing down there. He went outside and looked at the roof and discovered it would need replacing as well. The whole house was going to require everything new. He asked himself why the hell did I buy this place? He didn’t know what else to do, so he went to work to fix the house. At least he knew how to do that and maybe it would drive the demons and screaming away.

Slowly the worked progressed. He decided not to do the plumbing, wiring and HVAC himself so hired it done. The same with the roof. After all, he wasn’t getting any younger.

It had been almost two years since the explosion and fire, and the demons and screaming were still with him, but not all night, every night. Some nights he got thru without them.

Progress continued on the house. He replaced all the windows, insulated the walls, put up sheet rock, and refinished the floors. He also built new kitchen cabinets. After three months of work, the house was ready for painting. He didn’t know much about colors, but the gentle voice helped him pick out colors. He had taken to talking to the gentle voice as if it were his wife. People would look at him as if he were crazy because he talked to that voice almost all day. That and the empty look in his eyes made people avoid him.

After painting the outside of the house, he was sitting on the front steps taking a break when a couple stopped and admired the house and said what an improvement to the neighborhood. Mike just looked at them and they hurried away from the crazy man.

It was time for the kitchen counters to be installed. Mike was sitting on the front steps waiting for the truck to come. As he sat there, a woman about his age stopped and admired the house. She made a comment to Mike, but Mike just stared at her and said nothing. Suddenly, the woman said Mike? Big Mike?? And ran up the walk to Mike. She told Mike she had heard the news about his family and how terribly sorry she was for him. She gave him a hug. Mike didn’t seem to know who she was. She had auburn hair streaked with gray, was about 5 feet, two inches, but he couldn’t remember her. Finally she told him her name was Caitlyn and that she had been a bride’s maid in Mike’s and Beth’s wedding all those years ago. Mike turned and slowly some recognition came to him. She talked with him for about 20 minutes when the counter tops arrived. As she was leaving, she explained that she and her husband Bob lived about 6 blocks away and why didn’t he come to Sunday dinner. She was cooking pot roast and mashed potatoes.

That night as he sat remembering his and Beth’s wedding, the screams and demons came back and so did the whiskey. The gentle voice screamed, NO, NOT AGAIN!

Sunday, Mike walked the 6 blocks to Bob and Caitlyn’s home for Sunday dinner. Bob and Caitlyn tried to engaged Mike in conversation, but he just sat, picked at his dinner and soon left. The next week, Caitlyn stopped by Mike’s a couple of times to check on him. Usually, he was in his shop fiddling with something or other, but not really doing much. He just seemed to be filling his time during the day. canlı kaçak iddaa He continued to go to Bob and Caitlyn’s house for Sunday dinner, but most weeks were the same as the first time. He picked at his food and then left.

Caitlyn took to doing Mike’s grocery shopping for him when she did hers. He didn’t need much and he hated shopping so he was thankful for the help. Three months later, she stopped to drop off his groceries and they had a brief conversation about Sundays dinner. Ten minutes after she left, Mike’s phone rang. It was Caitlyn asking him to hurry over. She had found Bob on the floor and had called 911 but she needed help. Mike got to her house as quickly as he could. The EMT’s and ambulance were already there. Caitlyn was crying and shaking and held on to Mike as they watched the EMTs work on Bob.

The body and the ambulances were almost too much for Mike. He seemed to get even emptier but somehow he helped Caitlyn get through the ordeal at the emergency room and the realization that Bob had died. After taking Caitlyn home, he went to his house, sat in his chair with a glass of whiskey and the demons and screaming returned. He listened for his wife’s voice but couldn’t hear it. The next morning the whiskey bottle was empty.

He helped Caitlyn through the services and funeral, although, her family were all there and provided more support than Mike did. Later, back at her house, with all the family there, he quietly left and walked home. Another bottle of whiskey disappeared.

A few days later, Caitlyn showed up at Mike’s. As they sat on the front steps, she took his hand and began to cry as she told Mike about her and Bob. After an hour of tears and sobs, she gave him a hug, said thanks for listening, admitted to feeling better and left.

Mike continued to visit Caitlyn for Sunday dinner. Sometimes he stayed a little longer and other times he left as soon as he could. Caitlyn became more worried about Mike, he continued to lose weight, he looked gaunt and thin and still did not say much. She suspected he needed to talk about the explosion and fire and get it out of his system, but no matter what she tried, he just stared into space and said nothing.

November came and with it, Thanksgiving. Caitlyn was having her entire family over for dinner and invited Mike. He was reluctant because of all the people, but she was insistent and his wife’s voice said he should go. On Thanksgiving day, all of Caitlyn’s children, grand children and a great grand child were there. Mike couldn’t remember everyones name, but he did remember the great grand daughters name. It was Mary, the same as his oldest daughter. Before dinner, Mary was put down for her nap, but during dinner she began to cry. To everyones surprise, Mike stood and said he would look in on her. Soon, Mary was quiet but Mike hadn’t returned to dinner. After dinner, Caitlyn went upstairs to the babies room to check on Mary and Mike. She quietly opened the door and there was Mike in a rocking chair, holding Mary in his huge hand, singing a lullaby in his low, gravely voice with tears running down his checks. The baby was cooing and had a smile on her face as she reached for Mike’s face. Caitlyn quietly closed the door and went back down stairs with a smile on her face.

Later that evening, after everyone had left, Mike started to go, but Caitlyn grabbed his hand and told Mike that she had seen him with Mary. He told her that he was reminded of his own Mary when she was the same age. Caitlyn took his hand and said, follow me and started to lead him to the stairs. He held back, but the gentle voice said GO with her.

In the bedroom, Caitlyn began to undress and told Mike to do the same. He said that he slept nude and Caitlyn told him she did too. With much trepidation, Mike undressed and crawled into bed with Caitlyn. Caitlyn asked him why he had had tears running down his cheeks while holding Mary. At that point, the dam seemed to burst, the tears flowed, and through great sobs for the next three hours he told Caitlyn the whole story of the explosion, fire, deaths and the past 3 years of sorrow, emptiness, and the voice he thought was Beth’s.

When he finished telling the story he seemed to fall into a deep sleep. Caitlyn held him tight, or at least as well as someone 5-2 can hold someone 6-4. Early the next morning, Caitlyn woke and Mike was still asleep. Caitlyn got up and let Mike sleep. Around 11:00, Caitlyn heard Mike moving upstairs. When he came down, he indicated he should go home. Caitlyn told him no and said it was time to talk. She gave him a cup of coffee and they sat at the table and talked. They both talked about sorrow and emptiness, about loneliness and about a voice that they thought was Beth’s. At the end of the talking, Caitlyn told Mike he was staying for the weekend. Mike heard a gentle voice saying please say yes and he did.

That night, Mike followed Caitlyn up the stairs. Caitlyn asked Mike if he enjoyed the view. Mike canlı kaçak bahis wasn’t sure what she meant, so said nothing. When they got into bed, Mike slowly slipped off to sleep. Caitlyn was disappointed that Mike didn’t seem interested in her.

Saturday brought another day of introspection and talking. Mike was uncomfortable, but the voice kept telling him to talk, and he did. He told more about the past few years and the details of the explosion and fire. He talked about Beth and their children and grand kids. Caitlyn talked about her life with Bob and how she yearned for intimacy but it wasn’t fulfilled.

When it was time to go to bed, Caitlyn had to take Mike by the hand and lead him upstairs. In bed, Mike was surprised that he began to get hard and was embarrassed. Caitlyn was surprised and pleased. She kissed him with little response. She kissed him again and got a little response. As they kissed again, her hand ran down over his stomach and found a large, hard cock and tight balls. Mike started to apologize, but Caitlyn shut him off by kissing him again. She forced her tongue into his mouth. Slowly, Mike responded. All the time, the voice kept telling him, YES, YES, go for it, enjoy it, give it to her, fuck her, you need it, she needs it, don’t quit on her, it’s OK!

Mike continued to respond. Soon, Caitlyn crawled on top of Mike and guided Mikes massive cock to her pussy and as she sank down on him a huge moan escaped her lips. She just sat there unmoving enjoying the pleasure of a hard cock in her pussy. It felt so good and she was sure Mike was starting to enjoy it because his eyes started to brighten. Mike reached for her boobs. His big, strong, scarred, and callused hands excited her nipples like they had never been excited before. They mauled her tits and she cried with joy as she bounced on his massive cock. Mike let out an involuntary moan of pleasure. It had been so long since he had enjoyed pleasure like this. Both Caitlyn and Mike had massive orgasms. Mike dumped a gallon of cum in Caitlyn’s pussy and again he apologized, but Caitlyn shut him up by kissing him again. They slept that night with Caitlyn on Mike’s chest and her legs wrapped around his cock.

Sunday morning, Mike was embarrassed, but Caitlyn put him at ease. They showered independently and Caitlyn fixed breakfast for the two of them. Mike ate like he hadn’t eaten in over a year. Coffee, orange juice, eggs, toast, bacon. He couldn’t get enough. Later they walked, holding hands, and talking about gentle voices. Caitlyn had been hearing the voice as well. She knew it was Beth’s.

Dinner was left overs, but something drove them to the bedroom. Mike heard the voice urging him on, fuck her, make love to her, eat her pussy, suck her tits and Mike did. Caitlyn had never experienced anything like what Mike was doing to her and she reveled in it. She came harder than she had ever come and she came multiple times. She sucked Mike’s cock and he filled her mouth with his cum. When they were satiated, Caitlyn curled up to Mike and he held her close as if he didn’t want her to ever leave. They slept the sleep of the dead that night.

Monday, they had breakfast together. Again, Mike ate like a starving man. Caitlyn told him about everything in the house that needed fixing. He went home to change his clothes and get his tools. A few hours later he was back and working on her list.

December came and the Christmas season was on them. Mike helped Caitlyn decorate the house. They shopped together for Caitlyn’s family. Both agreed not to get each other anything. When Christmas came, Caitlyn’s family came over for Christmas eve. When Mary saw Mike, she crawled to him and he picked her up. His lips twitched up in a small smile as she sat in his lap. Family members tried to take her away, but she made it clear she was where she wanted to be. Mike smiled even more.

Mary sat in Mike’s lap and opened her packages. As with all 18 month olds, she didn’t understand what Christmas was about but she seemed to enjoy being in Mike’s lap and stayed there the entire evening before her mother picked her up and took her home.

The new year brought more sex to Mike and Caitlyn. They seemed to spend nights together in either Caitlyn’s house or Mike’s house. The first time in Mike’s house, Caitlyn teased Mike with her bare ass and tits and they chased each other around the house naked before Mike caught her and mounted her from behind. Because of the size difference between the two of them, they had agreed that the missionary position was not practicable. Caitlyn was afraid Mike would crush her, so their sex was cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy or any other position that did not have Mike on top of her.

By summer, they agreed they should move in together. Both put their houses up for sale with the understanding that they would live in the house that didn’t sell first. Caitlyn’s house sold first, so she moved into Mike’s bungalow. They talked about marriage, but decided they were too old to be bothered with a piece of paper, so they just planned to live together. After that discussion, both heard a gentle voice laughingly say good bye, I’m no longer needed here. Mike and Caitlyn looked at each other in surprise.

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I had dated Carrie on and off for several months. At the time she was 15 years my senior with a great body. She had B cups tits, a great smile, and personality. She was divorced from her husband who was abusive to her. He was in jail when I met Carrie. She had a 15-year-old son living with her and her 20-year-old daughter stopped in to check on her from time to time. The day of my visit to her I was horny. As luck would have she just went into the shower and her son was on his way out to visit a friend. He said he was going to play video games which meant he would not return for several hours. I knew her daughter was at work so it was perfect timing.

Her son peeked into the bathroom and said goodbye to his mom. He also told his mom that I was there to visit. When he left I locked the door and walked into the bathroom. It was hot and steamy. The bathroom was very small with no window so you can imagine how hot it was. Carrie walked out of the shower and we started kissing immediately. I guess she was just at horny as I was. She took off my shirt and began playing illegal bahis and sucking my nipples. They are very sensitive so that turned me on even more.

Carrie got on her knees, unbuckled my pants, pulled them down along with my underwear, and began to slowly lick my balls and dick. She sucked it making it as hard as possible. While my pants were around my ankles she told me to sick on the toilet. I was sweating bullets due to the steam but at that point, I didn’t care. Carrie was going to need another bath for sure and now I was going to need one as well. She turned around and slowly inserted my dick in her pussy. She moaned a sigh of relief as she had an immediate orgasm which I felt running down my balls. The contractions were delightful. As I said the bathroom was small so Carrie was able to hold on to the doorknob since the door was closed and with the other hand she was holding onto the sink. I just sat back and enjoyed the attention my dick was getting.

Carrie pulled my dick out of her pussy which gave me a chance to pull one leg free from my pants. illegal bahis siteleri Carrie repositioned herself and grabbed my dick from between her legs and sat down again. The feeling was a bit different. It was tighter, hotter and Carrie gave a gut-wrenching groan as she sat down on me. She lifted herself and let gravity pull her down. My dick was as deep as possible inside of her as I sat back with my eyes closed. Her groans became deeper and more animalistic. She cursed out loud calling a mother fucker but this was different. Carrie had never cursed in that way or in that manner. Something was different. She continued raising her body and letting herself fall back onto my lap.

I leaned further back and was trying to caress her asshole with my thumb but I couldn’t find it. I leaned back further as Carrie had a rhythm where she was letting herself drop harder onto my lap. then I saw it. My dick was buried in her ass! She was lost to the feeling of having her ass full of dick. Carrie was able to take me balls deep. The grunts and the occasional curse words canlı bahis siteleri had me as hard as humanly possible.

“Carrie…my dick is in your ass?!” I am not sure if that was a question or a statement.

“Yes, mother fucker…and I love it!”

I grabbed her hips and helped her push down as much as possible. Her groans and grunts were out of this world. Super sexy, super hot, super intense. We were both in never-never land. This was my first anal experience and as I found out later it was Carries as well. She later told me she lost count of how many orgasms she had. The pain she felt was welcomed by her virgin asshole. I exploded inside her as she called me a “dirty mother fucker” and told me to give it all to her. As you can imagine I did as I was told. It was an orgasm that I will never forget.

As she got up I told her to bend over and her asshole was as wide as a 25 cent coin. The rim of her asshole was a bright purplish red. I wish I had taken a picture of it. Carrie is very fair-skinned so it was delicious to look at. My thick cum was slowly tricking down as she played with her clit and had several additional orgasms.

“You tore my ass open didn’t you.”

“Yes.”

“I enjoyed it. We’ll do it again real soon.” I just sat on the toilet in awe as Carrie jumped in the shower again.

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Please enjoy! I’ll take comments, thoughts, and improvements for the next story. This is meant to quick to show the impulses we all have. What if we acted on them?

*

She woke with the dull thudding between her thighs.

Goddamn it.

She hated this.

She loved this.

A glance at the clock. 9:30 am. Sunday. Fine. She would have to address this thing one day for real, probably with psychiatrists or doctors. But for now? Let’s just indulge. She realized she told herself this non-stop, too. The inner monologue advocated change but remained the same.

She slid out from under the covers, nude, and walked to her dresser on the other side of the room. Her boyfriend was still under a pile of covers, snoring lightly. He wouldn’t care either way, she told herself. She acknowledged the inner monologue following the same path every time.

Sunlight flooded in from the floor-to-ceiling bedroom windows. They faced out to the line of houses immediately behind her small back lot and she took no special effort to cover nudity. She hoped some deserving dog-walker got a thrill sneaking a peek at her.

Now at her dresser. Black bikini bottoms on first, then denim shorts. They showed generous amounts of her long, lean legs, tanned nicely. Next came a thin white bra. A black sleeveless halter top covered that. The crew neck dipped down low enough to show some skin but a quick glance at the mirror told her she didn’t present much cleavage. That was fine. She considered it camouflage from authority. White athletic socks came up to her ankles. She went downstairs.

Breakfast? Nah. The tugging ache between her legs dragged her outside. It was like she was being led by a leash attached to her clit. She considered a laundry list of adjectives and searched for one that didn’t sound cheesy. Throbbing? No, that sounds stupid, like some sad old woman’s bodice-ripping erotic novel. Horny? Maybe, if she were some high school teenage boy. She sometimes wondered if she were channeling the dead spirit of a high school teenage boy. This was uncontrollable for her. She felt the need and simply satisfied it, like eating when she was hungry. She knew she was being reckless but … oh, well. Biology.

Her feet slid into the brown hiking books. She laced them, grabbed her pack with water bottle and birding notebook in the mesh pocket on the side. They were easily identifiable. She had considered hanging binoculars around her neck but she left them for show in the other mesh pocket of the pack. The pack itself was filled with old clothes to give the whole get-up some weight, some ass, to look legit. She tossed the rig through the open window onto the passenger seat of her truck.

The tugging ache pulled her around to the driver’s side. She climbed in, keys in her hand. She turned the ignition and she pulled out of her driveway and drove down the street.

(SCENE)

She spotted the deputy through the mud-caked windshield of the Jeep. He was on foot, next to his cruiser, reading the bulletins on the trailhead sign. He was tall, handsome, rangy, and she appreciated how well he fit in his brown uniform. She liked his illegal bahis Smokey-the-Bear hat. He glanced up as her tires crunched through the parking lot gravel. She got out. Surprise flickered behind his sunglasses but he controlled himself. She would have missed the moment if she hadn’t seen it many times before from any number of law enforcement officers.

She smiled and acknowledged him.

“How’s the Sheriff’s Department today?” she called out. He nodded toward her and walked over.

“It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it, ma’am.”

“Indeed,” she said, “Thanks for keeping me safe,”

“Keep an eye out when you’re out there,” he said, sobering.

“Oh, I will. The spotted grouse are supposed to have come back and I haven’t seen one this year,” she said, missing his meaning on purpose. He fixed her with a look, evaluated her. He almost said more but didn’t. She knew what he was going to talk about. The park had a reputation. There were plenty of quiet spots in the miles of paths that wandered in and out of the trees, marshes, and water. Pick your poison, sex, drugs, or the ever popular ‘other’, it probably happened back there somewhere. She relied upon that fact. She had her poison, her vice. And, given there were other empty cars in the gravel parking lot, she hoped she would find what she was looking for.

She stepped away from the Deputy with a casual wave and pantomimed reaching for her binoculars. Once she walked down the path into the high brush, she put them away. She pulled the pack off her back 100 feet down the narrowing path and took out the small spiral-bound notebook. She hid the pack behind a rock, unconcerned about it being stolen, and moved lightly down the path. Her boots whispered on the mulch. Nature surrounded her.

It was amazing that one could escape the city with only a 15-minute drive. The only sounds out here were the droning of insects, the buzzing of cicadas, and the chirp of birds calling to each other. The day would be a hot one and the humidity was settling in like a wet blanket. The path unrolled in front of her and led her into a copse of trees and the air stopped moving. Ahead of her was a bench and she trembled slightly as a shot of adrenaline coursed through her body. Sitting on that bench was a man.

She was barely a half-mile in and it was this easy. The man wasn’t dressed for hiking, nor for running or birding. And yet he sat here, head on a swivel, looking left and right. He saw her, admired her legs for a second, and looked away. Her camouflage was effective. She couldn’t be here for the same reason as him, right?

As she passed him, she let the notebook fall out of her hand. She made a ‘whoops’ sound and bent to pick the notebook up. Facing away, she bent at the waist, her feet spread further apart than necessary. She cocked her hips as if about to be fucked from behind, picked up the notebook, and straightened. She turned, looked him in the eye, held contact for several seconds, and walked away. She moved slowly.

She heard him stand and fall in step behind her. She glanced behind her, over her shoulder, saw him headed toward her. She took a right illegal bahis siteleri at the junction in the path, a quick left, and a right again. This led to a dead-end on a little spit of land. Another bench, wooden and weathered, faced the water. Trees screened three sides from view of anyone else except an errant kayaker on the lake. The sun was over the horizon but still behind the trees behind her and it wasn’t burning down on the little spot yet.

She pulled some cobwebs from her face while moving down the last part of that path, telling her no one had been here in a while. A good sign for privacy.

She turned, looked back. Moments later, the man emerged from the foliage. He was much older than she, heavyset, and he wore a poorly-maintained goatee. He smiled at her uncertainly. She looked at him, stared at the bench, looked back at him.

He knew how the game worked too. He sat.

She walked to the front of the bench, her back to the water, and looked over his head. She didn’t want him to talk. Her hands, nimble, answering the call of her need, unsnapped the button on her shorts. They worked on their own, without conscious thought, pulling the zipper down. She quickly shucked her shorts, with underwear, down her thighs to just above her knees. She had shaved the night before so nothing hide her sex from him. She could picture the man visibly respond even though she wasn’t looking at him.

“Holy shit! You look…”

“Shhhh,” she cooed, “Don’t talk.”

He nodded, waited.

“Enjoy yourself,” she murmured, stepping forward, bringing her body to his face. No hesitation here. He leaned forward, and ran his tongue up and down her pussy. She let out a sigh and let him pleasure her with his mouth. He worked her, steady and with good pressure on her clit. No romance, no foreplay. Just right to it. She put her hands in the small of her back, parade rest, and moved her feet as wide as she could. Her hips rolled forward, assuming a dominant stance. She could feel wetness sliding between her legs. Her pussy demanded more attention.

His hands went to her hips, slid up her sides to her breasts. His fingers moved under her shirt and worked their way under the elastic band of her bra. She let him touch. He stroked her nipples, his fingertips grazed her skin, sending bolts of electricity through her body. Her own hand found its way to the back of his head and she pulled him in, forcing his face closer between her thighs. She looked up and watched the birds circle overhead, warm pleasure radiating from the tongue strokes on her clit.

“Hold on, stop for a second,” she breathed.

He nodded and pulled back. She turned around. Bending over, she offered her ass up to him. He leaned forward, hands holding the backs of her legs, and tongued her asshole. Her own fingers slid between her thighs, stroked her clit, brought pleasure to her. She idly wondered where the man from that other empty car was. She could use a second mouth on her pussy while this guy rimmed her.

Time ticked away but she was in no rush. She could stand her all day, orgasm after orgasm, stranger after stranger, and never canlı bahis siteleri feel fully satisfied. She glanced between her legs at the man’s body. The crotch of his pants was tented and one of his hands was squeezing his cock through the material.

She stood up.

“Lie down on the grass,” she said, pointed next to the bench. A grin spread across the man’s face. “I’m sorry, I’m not going to fuck you. You’ll have to take care of that yourself … or find someone else.”

He obeyed, lying on his back. She laughed inside, knowing wet dew would be soaking his shirt. She pulled one of her boots off her foot and stepped a leg out of her shorts. She straddled his head, inches about his face.

“Stick your tongue out,” she whispered. He stuck his tongue out and she sunk down on it, pressing her clit against the wet firm flesh. She forced her hips into his face, grinding on his mouth with her pussy, riding his tongue, feeling orgasm build within her. She ripped her shirt and bra up off her breasts and exposed herself to the sunlight and warmth. One of her hands held her steady on the ground, the other worked with his hands to tease, stroke, and played with her nipples.

The tsunami building inside her began to crest. She let out a profanity-laced grunt as ecstasy overtook her. Her muscles tensed, her nerve endings were lit with fire, she felt everything tighten, and then … sweet release. Pleasure overtook her on this stranger’s mouth as she came, orgasm ripping through her. She rode the unstopping waves of bliss. Finally catching her breath, she slowed the rocking of her hips, picked herself up off the man. She collapsed on her back, still breathing heavily. A warm glowing calm descended over her body as her heart slowed and she came down off the high.

She didn’t look at the man but she knew he’d have a questioning look on his face. Was it his turn? No, it was not. Well, it shouldn’t be. No, it’s not! This is where she would one day get into trouble. She spread her legs wider, and made a vague ‘come on, then’ gesture. He had his own pants and underwear around his ankles in no time and settled his weight on her body. He slid easily into her soaking pussy.

She wondered if she were too nice to strangers while her stranger pumped his way to ecstasy. She did nothing to encourage him; she simply enjoyed experiencing her own euphoria. In short order, his body trembled and spasmed and he slid out of her. He climbed to his knees, then his feet, and looked down.

“That was …” he started but she shook her head. No talking. He turned and walked back toward the car, probably back to his wife. She didn’t care one way or the other. She needed her own needs taken care of. She rarely saw a man with a bigger grin on his face. She’d also have to give him some time so as not to arrive back suspiciously close. The Deputy wouldn’t probably suspect much, they were done anyway, but she wanted not questions for the next time she came.

There is always going to be a next time.

She fixed her bra and her shirt, stepped back in her underwear. She wiped a few drips of cum off her leg before pulling the underwear up.

She was done here now. She tied her boots, redid her ponytail, and headed back to the car. Her head was swimming from pleasure, her body glowed warm like an ember, and her physical need was satisfied for now.

For now.

THE END

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*****

As he worked his way through service, Geoff’s nerves were raw. He’d called the mediator on his break and gone through the interview. He was destroyed knowing he was losing his wife. His emotions were boiling inside him, making it impossible to focus on his tasks.

And his dick was aching. He had no idea how many times he’d fucked Corinna, maybe seven times. Maybe more; he’d lost count. It hadn’t been enough: no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t erase the loneliness that was settling in his bones.

He was fucking her in desperation to somehow feel connected to Max. He knew it wasn’t right but it was all he had. The sex was good, though. It turned him on knowing he was the only man to ever fuck her. She was like the anti-Jess.

His stomach churned as he thought of Jess. He was never fucking her again, and the thought alone repulsed him. He couldn’t believe he’d let her get in the way of his marriage.

Geoff put a few plates into the pass and forced a smile as Corinna took them from the other side. She smiled shyly back at him and hurried off to the table with the food. His smile became more genuine as he noticed she was limping a little. Maybe he’d been too rough on her last night. Not that she’d complained.

He was snapped back to reality as he heard Jess clear her throat. He didn’t rush taking his eyes off Corinna’s ample backside, finally glancing to Jess who looked downright murderous. He nodded to her.

“Need something?” he asked curtly.

“No,” she smiled. “Looks like you might, though. Want us to come over again tonight?” She nodded towards Corinna.

Geoff laughed coldly. “Nah. We did just fine without you last night”

Her confidence faltered. She tried to regain her composure but fell short as she tried to shrug it off.

“Maybe I could come over tomorrow night?” she managed, trying to sound casual.

He shook his head. “It’s over, Jess. Find another man whose life you can ruin. I’m done with you.”

She shrank back from the pass, her eyes welling with tears. He almost felt bad for her. Almost. He went back to work; whatever she needed to do to process this had nothing to do with him.

***

As service wrapped up, Geoff found himself the last man changing yet again. The door started to open and he panicked for a split second, worrying it was Jess. Instead, Corinna came through the door.

Geoff’s dick hardened as he watched her hobble to her locker reminding him of how he’d defiled her the night before. He turned to his locker and grabbed a condom from the box he’d bought on his way to work.

He sidled up behind Corinna and placed his hands on her hips, pulling her ass to meet his groin, and pressing his hard cock into her cheeks. She moaned as he moved his hands up to her breasts, pressing herself back into him. She still smelled of Max’s shampoo. He groaned and spun her around; finding her mouth with his, he thrust his tongue between her lips hungrily while groping her incredible ass cheeks. She responded eagerly, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him back just as desperately. He pulled his cock out of his pants and rolled the condom on. Reaching his hand up her skirt, he pulled her panties to the side gently pressed one finger in. She was so swollen and hot he knew she must be sore, but she was wet and she was pressing herself onto his finger. He grabbed her legs and lifted her, holding her against the lockers, then pushed the head of his cock past her opening and she yelped, startling him.

“You ok?” he asked as he gently sank deeper into her. She inhaled sharply but nodded firmly.

“Just go slow,” she said, closing her eyes and he rolled out and back in slowly, as requested.

He found a pace, in for five and out for five, then holding at the top for five more. She was pulsing around him, her swollen tunnel wrapping his erection in warmth and comfort as he picked up his pace, seeking release. He pressed as deep as he could at the top. She wrapped her legs around his hips as he plowed into her. He couldn’t hold out any more and he emptied into her, kissing her passionately as he came, his cock twitching inside her. She hadn’t cum, but honestly he was ok with that since she’d cum more than him last night. She smiled up at him as he broke the kiss and lowered her to the ground. He removed himself from her warmth.

As he turned to toss the condom he saw Jess standing by the door, looking heartbroken. Corinna quickly adjusted herself, which struck Geoff as funny considering Jess had fondled her just a few nights ago. Geoff pretended not to even see her, and he grabbed the rest of his stuff from his locker. He turned to Corinna.

“You coming with me tonight? Or would you like a ride home?” he asked boldly.

Corinna blushed and avoided looking at Jess, who was glaring at her. “I’ll come with you if you want me to.”

Geoff held out his hand, which Corinna took, and the two canlı bahis şirketaleri of them left Jess to brood.

***

It was 5pm Sunday evening when Jack entered his hotel room. He was exhausted; it was 4am back home. There was a welcome dinner starting in 2 hours. He was going to need a coffee and shower in order to make it without passing out. He went to the pod machine and selected a bold-looking coffee; pressing the button, it whirred to life, hissing out hot coffee.

He pulled out his phone and saw he’d gotten a picture message from Max six hours ago. He had turned his roaming off en route and it was only now establishing his international settings.

An image of Max smiling and Gumbo’s big happy face with his tongue hanging off to the side filled his screen. Jack felt affection radiate through his body.

His eyes were drawn to her mouth, those full lips. Their kiss in his kitchen ran rampant across his memory for what was likely the millionth time in 20 hours. He hadn’t expected it. He had envisioned kissing her dozens of times but when she pressed those beautiful lips against his it was so much more than he could have expected. The simple touch of their lips ignited a fire deep in his gut that had snaked outwards into his limbs and taken over all of his movements. Every touch was filled with electrical energy. Kissing her felt like being struck by lightning.

He hadn’t wanted to stop. He had wanted to kiss her for hours. Make out with her like they were teenagers exploring each other for the first time. He wanted to kiss every inch of her soft, ivory flesh, seeing how many bombs he could detonate in her body.

But he’d needed to leave, not only because he had a plane to catch. But because he needed her to be sure.

His feelings for her were incontrovertible; she, however was in the middle of leaving a six-year relationship, four of those years bound by vows. He needed her to be sure this wasn’t a rebound.

He typed a reply to her message, knowing she’d be sleeping.

Looks like you two are getting by just fine.

I’m here in my hotel room safe and sound. About to head to dinner in a few hours with the entire conference. I’ll message you before I go to bed.

He threw his phone on the bed and reached for his coffee, drinking half of it in one sip. The bed looked so inviting, maybe if he just lay down for a few minutes he would feel recharged. No. Bad idea. He’d never get up. He needed a shower to wake up. As he stripped off his clothes his phone chimed and his heart fluttered. She couldn’t be up at this hour.

Max: I’m glad you’re there safe and sound. I think Gumbo wants to facetime you. See your new digs.

He froze. She wanted to facetime him. He pulled his boxer briefs back on, clicking the video chat button, and was greeted with the image of a smiling Max lying on his bed. Just the idea of her in his bed made blood rush to his groin.

She beamed at him, her eyes traveling down his bare chest. “You just got there and you’re already naked!”

He laughed. “I was about to get in the shower, but someone insisted I call.”

He could hear a muffled jingling and then Max grinned as Gumbo came into view. His big happy face filled his screen, tilting his head at the phone.

“Hey big guy! You treating her well?”

Gumbo pawed at the phone, knocking it out of Max’s hands. He clearly didn’t understand technology. After a brief wrestling match, Max managed to retrieve her phone. The blankets had fallen away from her and Jack could clearly see the swells of her breasts and her pert rosy nipples through her threadbare sleep shirt. His cock stiffened.

“Show us your place!” she said, unaware of the view she was offering him.

He swallowed hard and started panning the phone around, showing off his cozy room. It took all of five seconds. He did show her the incredible view from his balcony, which was 19 floors up.

“Very swanky, Dr. Carmichael,” she grinned, her hair falling wildly over her shoulders.

“It’s not bad,” he agreed.

“I got a call from my mediator last night letting me know that Geoff did his interview and we’ll meet on Monday to divide our assets. Which means by the time you get back I will be a legally separated woman, hopefully with a place to live or at least a prospect.”

“That’s great news. I’m glad he’s cooperating. As far as places to stay, you’re welcome in my home as long as you’d like.” He smiled at her and sipped his coffee. “I’m looking forward to our date on Thursday.”

She blushed. “You’re going to be exhausted. You don’t need to take me out. We can go another day.”

He looked into her eyes and even though she was thousands of miles away, he felt like she was right in front of him. “I’ve waited years to take you on a date. I’ve already made arrangements. I’m looking forward to it.”

She flushed deeper and looked away, biting her lip. “Me too,” she almost whispered.

“So it’s settled then.” He finished his cup. “You canlı kaçak iddaa need to get back to sleep and I need to get ready for this dinner. I will talk to you later”

Max blew him a kiss. “Have a great time!”

His heart thumped wildly in his chest.

“Sleep tight,” he said returning the kiss.

She clicked off and he threw his phone back on the bed before heading to the shower.

***

Holding a tumbler of neat bourbon Jack was chatting with Sébastien about kinesiogenomics when a familiar voice called his name. He whirled around and saw the stunning, leggy Norwegian it belonged to.

“Else!” he said warmly, embracing her and kissing her cheeks. “I wondered if you’d be here this year.”

Else was 6’1″ and he barely had to bend to embrace her. At 40 she looked 10 years younger but had a surety about herself seldom found in younger women. She owned a practice in Oslo that specialized in post-operative rehab.

She smiled warmly at him and reached to embrace Sébastien as well.

“Of course I’m here. I wouldn’t miss an opportunity to see you handsome gentleman.” she said confidently.

Jack laughed. “I’m sure you’ve no shortage of handsome men in Oslo to keep you company.”

She shrugged nonchalantly.

“They’re ok.” She eyed him up and down, making her intentions clear. At last year’s conference they’d enjoyed each other’s company after hours all three nights; evidently, she hoped for an encore.

Admittedly it had been incredible. It was amazing to be able to fuck a woman standing up without having to get into a full squat. And Else was an experienced and kinky sub with an incredible amount of stamina. They had kept in touch over the year and she even came to visit once while she was in town to speak at the university.

Jack smiled amiably at her. He needed to break it to her gently that they wouldn’t be hooking up this trip.

“As much as I would love to accommodate you tonight Else, I’ve met someone,” he said. “I’m sure you’ll have your pick of the esteemed gentlemen in attendance this week.”

“I’m only interested in one of the esteemed gentlemen here tonight.” She smiled. “Let’s not worry about it just yet and see where the night takes us,” she suggested casually, before strutting off as they were called upon to take their seats.

Jack had a sinking feeling settle into the pit of his stomach. He knew women like Else. They were relentless. He put his drink aside, acknowledging that he was going to need to keep his wits about him if he planned to avoid making any decisions he was going to regret.

“Did you seriously just turn HER down?” Sébastien asked incredulous as they headed to their table. They were seated with the four other doctors from Canada plus a handful from Ireland and Australia.

“Like I said. I met someone,” Jack responded simply.

Sébastien stared at him dumbfounded. “Someone as good as that?” He pointed across the room at Else, who was engaged in a conversation with an older gentleman at her table.

Jack looked at Sébastien disapprovingly. “Her. Not ‘that’. And I don’t rank the women who grant me the pleasure of their company. I’ve been hanging out with someone who makes me forget other women even exist. I’ve waited years for her to notice me and I’m not going to throw it away no matter how incredible Else is. “

They were seated now.

“So who is this mystery woman? How come I haven’t heard of her yet. All you ever do is work and work out I didn’t even know you had a life outside the gym-” he trailed off as the lightbulb went off. He looked at Jack excitedly.

“The curvy girl with the wild hair you’re always working out with! Shit when did that become a thing?”

Thinking of Max made Jack smile.

“It’s not technically a thing.” Sébastien’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Yet. Things are … progressing.”

Sébastien rolled his eyes dramatically. “You’re giving up a guaranteed great time with a stone cold fox. For ‘progressing’ with your gym pal? I don’t get it, man.”

Jack laughed, shaking his head. “The good news for me is that I don’t need you to get it. But I’ll fully support any move you make on Else since you’re so fond of her.”

Sébastien was 32 and not a bad-looking man, if a little disheveled. However, he was not smooth or tactful when it came to pursuing women; he usually played the doctor card pretty heavily, so in this environment he had nothing to rely on. They were all doctors, most published and better respected than himself. He would likely go to a local bar to pick up later.

As dinner wound down, most of the doctors in attendance were a bit wobbly on their feet. Combining an open bar with jet lag could have that effect.

Jack was immersed in a conversation with an orthopedic surgeon from Belgium when he saw Sébastien leaving with his arm around Else. He smiled – well shit, maybe he had more going for him than Jack had thought. Sébastien offered him a drunken grin on his way out.

At midnight canlı kaçak bahis the fatigue hit Jack like a freight train. He excused himself from the group he was with and made his way up to his room. He smiled to himself as he walked in. He shared what appeared to be a very thin wall with Sébastien and could hear him and Else going at it. Good for them, he thought. He was off the hook and everyone was happy.

Stripping naked, he fell into bed, barely managing to set his alarm before passing out cold. It must have been a few hours later he felt warm moisture on his lips. His eyes shot open. He saw platinum blonde hair twinkling in the soft light cast from the open drapes.

Jack reached out and pushed Else gently away. She was as naked as she was drunk.

She stood beside the bed, looking unbelievably sexy. “Come on, Jack. Your girlfriend isn’t here. She’ll never know.”

Jack realized she must have come in through the adjoining door between his and Seb’s room. That explained why she went with him.

“Else, it’s not going to happen.” Jack yawned, sitting up feeling exposed under the thin white sheet.

She kneeled on the bed, crawling towards him. He swiftly gathered the sheet around his waist and got to his feet on the other side of the bed, anger rising inside him.

“I’ve said no. I’m being clear. Now get out of my room.” He pointed towards the door between his and Seb’s.

She giggled and got off the bed, strutting right to him. She placed her hands on his face and planted a warm soft kiss on his lips before turning and heading back through the door she’d come from. Jack rushed to lock it. He looked at the clock: 4am. As he settled back onto the bed he heard Else moaning through the walls as the headboard started banging. He knew she was trying to affect him but he was really just glad she was out of his room. He had never had a hard time saying no to women. Usually they gave up. He was worried Else might do this the entire conference.

Checking his phone he decided to message Max.

Good afternoon gorgeous. I hope you’re having a great day. Just wanted you to know I’m thinking about you.

The phone chimed almost immediately.

Max: Isn’t it the middle of the night there. Why are you up thinking about me when you should be getting some sleep?

Jack smiled.

It’s 4 am. Actually 4:03 now. I’m up because an old lover just tried to sneak into bed with me while I was sleeping. I told her I’d met someone and that I wouldn’t be fucking her at this conference. So now she’s next door fucking my colleague Seb. Sounds like they’re almost done now though. I might be able to get back to sleep.

Max: Omg! Are you serious? Like actually sneak in? While you were sleeping? That’s really scary actually. Like fatal attraction scary. You feeling freaked out at all?

Jack typed a reply

Honestly it did freak me out. A woman has never tried to force me into sexual acts before. I’ve never had someone not respect my no before. It’s upsetting. I think it’s just because she’s drunk. I’ll talk to her tomorrow about it to be sure she understands my boundaries.

If you’d crawled into my bed naked in the middle of the night however…

Max: However what?

Jack grinned.

If you’d crawled into my bed in the middle of the night and kissed me I would caress your face and kiss you back, showing you exactly how I feel about you.

A pause in the messages.

Max: And then what would you do?

Jack’s heart hammered in his chest as he gripped his phone. All the thoughts he had about how their first encounter might go ran through his mind. He started texting rapidly.

I’d roll you onto your back, allowing the length of my body to press into yours. Your chest against mine, your hips against mine. I’d kiss you the way I’ve imagined kissing you for years. I would run my hands over your bare skin, relishing every gorgeous inch. I’d hold your hips, running my hands up your ribs up to your breasts, finally feeling them under my touch.

Max: My nipples are hard just thinking about your hands on them.

I would trace the outlines of your muscles with my fingertips, all the way from your shoulders to your perfect glutes. Then I would pull your hips to mine, lifting my legs so my knees were bent to the sides of your hips pulling you to me.

Jack stared at his phone. His engorged cock was throbbing. He couldn’t believe she was this bold sexting with him, since she seemed so easily flustered in real life. He was legitimately shocked, and decided to test her bravado.

Where are you right now?

Max: on your couch. I got home from work early.

Jack smiled.

Go to my bed. Take off your clothes and lie down. Tell me when you’re there.

A few minutes passed before his phone chimed again. Relieved, he checked.

Max: I’m lying in your bed naked.

Jack groaned as the image churned his balls. He needed to see her. He pressed the video call button and was greeted by Max’s beautifully rosy cheeks and bare shoulders. He swooned.

“Hold the phone with your left hand and use your right hand to touch yourself. I’m going to continue telling you what I would do to you while I watch your face.”

Max nodded shifting slightly.

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The Internet Groupie Ch. 01

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It was a rough night for Robert. It was his first time performing with his band, G-Force in the State of Ohio as it was part of the Great Lakes Tour. The manager had booked the band in a dive of a bar, but nonetheless, a packed house. Singing his heart out, the first 15 minutes were ruff as those in attendance showed no sign of enjoyment, until the first song was sung from their new album, Dirty Love. From then on, the band had support. At the end of the performance, he remained in the backroom, wiping the sweat from his brow and dunking his head in a sink full of water. As he was calming down from the rush on the stage, a knock at the door was heard. The bouncer opened it and asked if Rob was expecting company. Puzzled he asked why and the response to that was a person in the audience had mentioned Rob’s name, which is not known to fans.

Confused, he agreed and was surprised to recognize the person. In stepped a lady he had thought he would not see anytime soon, Becky. A couple of years older than his oldest sister, Rob and her had formed a strong bond over the Internet and was overwhelmed by the moment and embraced her. They began to talk of times they had shared over the computer and updated on current events. When the owner arrived to announce closing time, Rob invited Becky back to the hotel for some more talk and to see if they really were like they had thought of one another on the chat line.

Back at the Days Inn, the couple walked in, arm in arm and went straight to Rob’s room. Amazingly, none of the other band members had seen them. Becky and Rob had snacks and drinks and had laughed and talked for nearly 3 hours, now being 2 am. As Rob escorted Becky to the door, she picked up her purse and jacket and walk towards him. It was that moment that ended all their restraints. He saw her panty hosed legs, with high heels; her black skirt; red blouse, which made her breasts very pronounced and then her face, with the look of emotional tension. She felt the same thing he did. His tight jeans, producing a well seen bulge all night and his chest baring from his silk shirt; his hair, slicked back by the water and just his face alone was enough. He had the door nearly open as he held her hand to say goodnight, but once their eyes locked, all previous thoughts were dashed.

Immediately, in unison, they drew close and passionately kissed. Arms wrapped around one another as their passion heated up. Opening their mouths, their illegal bahis tongues played tag and probed one another. Becky took the door and slammed it shout, pushing Rob up against it and locked it. Still in a passionate lip lock, they began to undress each other. Rob’s shirt was easily removed and Becky’s skirt fell to the floor once he had unzipped it. Finally breaking the kiss, Becky fumbled with Rob’s belt, while he unbuttoned her blouse. As she knelt before him, he managed to slide the top off and had a great view of her bra covered breasts. Once she had his pants undone, she immediately pulled his cock out, which was already standing at attention for her. She stroked it sensually and kissed the head at the slit. Rob sat down in a chair close to them and kicked off his pants and underwear. She licked up and down his hard shaft, realizing it was bigger than she had first thought. Her tongue trailed all over his shaft until she finally slipped it into her waiting mouth. Her head bobbed up and down over it, her tongue teased the head while it was inside. She used her teeth to graze against it. She wanted him all this time, hoping that they could hold back, but it was inevitable…they were going to make love tonight.

Rob had slid his hands down her back and over her shoulders repeatedly, messaging her as she paid attention to his 7 ½ incher. Once in the middle of her back, he unclasped her white, lacy bra and released her cream coloured breasts. It was his first time seeing them like this and he couldn’t hold back anymore. The moment he touched her tits, his cock exploded in Becky’s mouth. At first, she was able to swallow the first jet, but when more began to come, she pulled off, allowing the rest to spray her lips and cheeks. Watching this only made Rob more sexually motivated to have her. Hardly getting soft, he held her hands and helped her up. Now standing, he wiped the jism off her and picked her up in his arms.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply as they made their way to the bed at the other end of the room. Setting her down on the edge of the bed, Rob kisses and licks his way from her face, across her neck and breasts, briefly stopping at each nipple to suck and get them erect, and moved down her stomach. Tonguing her belly button, then down to her neatly trimmed mound. He pulled her white lacy hi cut panties off and started to run his nose through her light haired mat, then continued illegal bahis siteleri down along the left side of her pussy, just barely touching her skin. Becky lays back and runs her fingers through Rob’s short reddish blonde hair, enjoying the sensation she was feeling. He rubbed the inside of her left thigh and then moved back up and lightly crossed over her wet pussy lips to repeat the same thing to her right thigh.

Finally, he moved back to her love axis and kissed her lips, pushing his tongue through them to taste her juices. He then used his fingers to peel them open and had a clear view of he sweet hole and clit. He heard her breathe in gasps and knew what to do…he flicked his tongue over her clitoris and made it appear from its hood. He devoured her in every place, taking his tongue from her clit, along her slit and into her love canal, then back up. He pushed a finger inside her and she moved her hips up to him, begging for more. A second finger went in, then he surprised her by putting a third. Pushing them in and out, he began to suck on her clit like she had to his cock. Her eyes began to roll in the back of her head and suddenly, he hit her g-spot, tickling it with his fingertips. That was all it took as she screamed and moaned her climax. Her pussy began to spit out her cum and he pulled his fingers out and replaced it with his open mouth, drawing all her juice into it and sucked.

Once Becky stopped convulsing, she pulled herself up to the head of the bed and opened her legs wide. Rob stood and crawled up on the bed. No words were needed as they knew what each other wanted, like they had rehearsed this scenario many times. No need of guidance was needed as Becky was well lubricated and Rob was once again hard…but would she be able to handle his thickness, 3 ½ inches around. Arms around one another, they kissed in passion as his cock head penetrated her depths. She pushed up and nearly had the whole thing inside, making her shout out a cry of desire. Rob took that as a hint and shoved his manhood deep inside.

Instantly, they began to move as one, banging their crotches into each other, grinding and fucking. Rob moved away from Becky’s mouth and feasted on her aching tits. Taking one in his mouth, sucking hard and causing her to scream in lust. He moved over to the other breast after a time and once again sucked the nipple, like he was trying to receive something from it. Rising up, he gave canlı bahis siteleri her a hickey on the top of her right breast, marking her as his. Becky wrapped her legs around his hips and held tightly to his ass as her passion was growing too great to hold back any longer. Sensing this, Rob fucked her harder and faster and managed to rub her engorged clit for extra stimulation. In animal lust, they both came together. As he pumped his hot load into her womb, she shook with such force that her orgasm arrived fiercely.

It took a few minutes for them to calm down and they stayed in each other’s embrace. They rolled over to their sides, then she turned her back to him, letting his cock lay between the cheeks of her ass and his hand cupped her breast, supporting it. Once their breath returned, Becky noticed that his cock was not fully hard, but definitely far from soft. She began to use her butt to stroke it back into hardness and reveled in the felling of him crease fucking her. Lifting her leg high, she grabs his cock and slid it back into her drenched cunt, which dripped of their combined cream. Both surprised by their arousal, once again they began to fuck. In and out, sliding along her thighs and pussy lips. She began to rub her own clit as he held her tit and raised leg. She gripped the bed sheets hard as he fucked her more roughly…ramming his now engorged cock into her…slamming…faster…harder…making her beg and scream.

The words were the first spoken since she tried to leave and neither had really noticed. “Fuck me, Rob! Oh god, fuck me hard! Uh Jesus!!!! More!!!!!” His hips moved in a blur and the bed rocked and creaked with their love making. She came quickly, as most of his strokes were barely touching the centre of her passion. Staying with her, Rob continued to move in and out of Becky’s sweet pussy. He felt he could last long, but she wanted his cream. She began to play with his balls, rubbing and stroking them, talking dirty in his ear. “Fuck me, Rob…fuck that pussy…want your cum all over me…make me yours…take me, honey…cum on me!!!! Fuck ME!!!”

The words and touch were too much for him as he pulled out and pointed his cock right at her pussy for his third cum of the night. He covered her lips and hair, some even landed on her belly. Rob was able to get enough strength to grab the sheets and cover themselves. They stayed in the spoons position, entwined in each other’s limbs. All thoughts off regrets were not present, only those of satisfaction and love remained. Becky reached for the light and turned it off. Now, they could sleep. Rob’s best performance was not on stage, but with Becky. : )

PART 1 OF 2 (wait for the morning after!)

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The Inheritance Ch. 01

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1.01 Susan Inherits a Beach House:

1.02 Susan visits the Beach House:

1.03 Susan moves into the Beach House:

1.04 Susan meets the Entities:

1.05 Susan and the Jacuzzi:

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1.01 Susan Inherits a Beach House:

Susan sat at a large conference table for the reading of her parents will. Her parents had gone over their will several times Susan and she sat there as the lawyer read the will. The last item came as a shock to Susan. It was an old, beach front house, that was on the ocean front at Cape Hatteras.

The lawyer finished and then talked to Susan about the house.

“The house was built in the 1950’s and no one has lived in it since 1972. It is boarded up and will take time and money to make it livable.”

Susan asked why no one was living in it.

All the lawyer could tell her was of the rumors and myths of strange things happening to the people that had rented it. He did tell Susan that her parents did go the house frequently, on weekends, but didn’t know why. Susan decided it was time to visit the house and would decide if she wanted to keep it or sell the property.

1.02 Susan Visits the Beach House:

She checked into a beach hotel and the following morning drove to house. It was what she expected, a large multi-room house surrounded by years of landscaping neglect. The lawyer had asked the property manager to remove the boards on the doors and windows. Susan would decide if and when to have the utilities reconnected.

It was like walking into a doorway to the past. All the furniture was covered with sheets, all the carpets were turned over to preserve the pattern and styles. Susan was pleasantly surprised to see that whoever did this also did the same to the sitting rooms and bedrooms on each of the upper two levels.

She spent the better part of the morning touring each and every room and after considerable thought, decided to renovate it, either to move in or rent it. She contacted the property manager and arranged for the house and property to be ‘fixed up’ and renovated. It would take most of the summer before all the work was completed.

The room she was most intrigued with, was the large room in the basement. It was the only room in the house that was modern, cleaned and up to date. At first glance it seemed like a normal family room with a sectional, chairs and recliners.

Susan saw a large ‘sealed’ envelope on the coffee table with her name on it. She opened it and her eyes flew open when she read what the family room was really all about. The papers described in detail, what all the devices were and how to use them. They ranged from customized Sybians to male milking machines, to sexual harnesses. Mattresses with support rails and beds could be raised up from the floor. Everything was controlled by a hand held remote or a laptop computer.

A shaken Susan couldn’t believe her parents were into this kind of thing. But then again, her parents didn’t know that she was a bisexual. They never put two and two together when Susan dated both men and women. If they had Susan might have found out about this room earlier.

She decided to keep the door to the basement locked, at least for a while.

1.03 Susan moves into the Beach House:

Susan made several trips to the house and was happy with the way it began to look. Finally the day arrived when she could move in. The water and plumbing were working but the electrical and internet phone wouldn’t be connected until the following morning. The contractor had installed a generator for the water heater and air conditioning, but nothing else.

She smiled as she wandered throughout the large house. It was truly beautiful and couldn’t understand why no one wanted to live in it for so many years. The older residents and neighbors told her about the strange occurrences back in the 50’s thru 70’s but she brushed it off.

She brought a large supply of candles and her laptop computer with a spare battery. She would get some office work done during the afternoon and evening.

She picked out one of the sitting/bedrooms and setup her computer on the desk and put her cell phone beside it. Around 6:30pm, she ordered her favorite Chinese food and sat in the bedroom eating and enjoying her meal amidst the glow of all the candles.

When she finished she lit four candles in the bathroom and relaxed with a soothing shower. When finished, she undressed and scrutinized her nakedness in the mirror. Susan had kept her body in shape by working out at the local gym and on the jogging paths. Her body was curvaceous with full, firm, 36C breasts. She looked at her thighs and saw her ‘perfect’ hairless labia and thick clitoral hood. She had a body that most women would kill for. She put on a silky robe over her nakedness and returned to her computer.

1.04 Susan meets the Entities:

Soon Susan was completely absorbed in work.

Susan sensed that someone or something was near her. She turned, sharply rising from her canlı bahis chair and stood there looking around, but there was no one there. A few moments went by and she sensed it again, this time it was behind and almost touching her.

A shiver ran through her as a gentle caress ran down over her shoulders and beneath her arms, she felt a gentle cupping of her breasts and then a light tweaking of her nipples through the thin material of her robe. An apprehensive feeling filled her mind and she quickly stood up and walked to the middle of the room, her eyes darting nervously about her. Once again Susan felt the soft touches slowly exploring her body through the silky fabric of her robe. She felt her right breast being massaged and then a soft pressure pushed between her thighs and onto her labia. Something touched the sensitive hood of her clitoris with gentle a gentle swirling motion.

Susan trembled and shook as wild thoughts filled her mind. She gasped when she looked down at her body and saw the strange movements of her robe as her breasts and inner thighs were being fondled and explored. She stood there unable to move as the unseen ‘hands’ roamed freely across her body. Both breasts and nipples were now being attended to and she felt delicate touches probing the soft folds of her labia.

Despite Susan’s fears, her body was slowly succumbing to the exquisite touches and caresses of the ‘hands’, ‘fingers’, ‘mouths’ and ‘lips’ that were relentlessly adorning her body through the silky fabric that covered her nakedness. She made an attempt to move to the door way but the unseen pressures on body held her firmly. Somewhere, deep in her mind, Susan rationalized that if she was in physical harm’s way, it would have happened by now.

“Nooooo .. Leave me alone .. stop it ..”

Suddenly she felt the fabric being pushed onto her clitoral hood with exquisite swirls and massages. Her hips jerked and a reluctant moan escaped her mouth as her clitoris slowly extended itself.

“Ohhhhhh .. Noooooooo ..”

Susan’s body was now betraying her mind. Her rising arousal slowly pushed her fears into the background and a wonderful flushed feeling washed across her loins as the silky fabric brushed across her rigid clitoris, pushed against the folds of her labia and swirled the stiffening nipples in delicious circles.

“Ahh .. Ahh .. Ahh ..”

She felt soft ‘lips’ touch her lips and tried to turn her head but ‘hands’ held her face. She felt a warm moist ‘tongue’ touching her lips and then slipping back and forth between them. The ‘tongue’ slowly moved inward and Susan took a deep breath when she felt her tongue being touched. As her tongue was explored, she felt the pressure of the soft fabric being pushed onto her swelling labia and a reluctant moan filtered into the unseen ‘mouth’.

“mmm .. mmm .. mmm ..”

Susan unconsciously began pressing her tongue against the presence’s ‘tongue’ and a flood of new sensations saturated her mind as the two tongues danced and played with each other. Her response was hesitant at first, but soon the kiss became deeper with a rising sense of passion.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM ..”

The kisses on her neck and face continued along with the massages on her breasts, nipples and on the swelling folds of her labia and clitoris. The robes soft fabric was adding to the stirring arousal of her body.

As the passionate kiss continued and Susan was barely aware that the sash to her robe was being loosened. The robe’s soft folds parted and ‘hands’ pushed the robe to her sides. Susan broke the kiss and gasped as her firm breasts and erect nipples sprung into the air and her rigid clitoris stood out like a pink beacon at the top of her labia. The last remnants of her resistance were gone and she now embraced her unseen Lovers.

Her breath was coming in quick pants and a long, soft sigh was heard as her robe was pushed from her shoulders. Her aroused nakedness was highlighted by the soft glow of the candle lit room. The ‘mouths’ and ‘hands’ now reacquired her body, having more of the soft, trembling, bare skin to massage and suckle on. A soft ‘finger’ pressed onto her hard clitoris with an ecstatic twirling motion and Susan gasped loudly as her hips bucked forward at the incredible contact.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ..”

The ‘mouth’ and ‘lips’ slipped from her face and suckled their way down toward her right breast. A massaging ‘hand’ seemed to hold it as an offering for the advancing ‘mouth’. She gasped as a wonderful warmth bathed her erect nipple and then a warm, moist .mouth’ descended onto the excited nipple with a delicious sucking and suckling action. She felt her left breast being gently lifted and a different ‘mouth’ slipped over the tingling nipple. Ripples of pleasure flowed across her chest and flowed downward, merging with those that were emanating from her clitoris. At the same time she felt the ‘hands’ on her inner thighs move inward and form themselves around the swelling folds of her bahis siteleri labia. A ‘thumb’ pressed and swirled her excited clitoris in ecstatic circles. She instinctively spread her legs and her hips bucked upward as jolts of joy shot throughout her body.

“Ohhhhhhh .. Goddddddd ..”

Susan’s wide open eyes still saw nothing in front of her or around her. Her mind and body no longer cared about the ‘whys’ or ‘hows’, only what ‘they’ were doing to her aroused body. She felt pressure against her legs and back, it was almost like a soft, thick layer of warm air. Her body was slowly moved from a standing position to a prone position. The persistent attention on her body never faltered or stopped and a sense of excitement gripped her when she felt her legs being bent at the knees and spread apart. Her arms were repositioned so they were held level with her shoulders.

Susan visualized the erotic position she was in and her breath came in quick pants and gasps. While the ‘hands’ and ‘mouths’ adorned her body, a third suckling mouth gently slipped onto her abdomen and worked its way downward. The ‘fingers’ of the ‘hand’ that was molded to her labia slipped between the folds, pushing them further apart and began to deliciously explore her wet pink furrow. The suckling ‘mouth’ was now approaching the junction of her thighs. A deep intake of breath and a longer moan was heard as the ‘mouth’ left her abdomen and a long, warm ‘tongue’ curled around her straining clitoris. The contact was electric and Susan’s hips arched as jolts of joy flooded her sex. The ‘tongue’ was joined by ‘lips’ and both began to suck on her organ of joy.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ..”

The exploring ‘fingers’ began to tease and tantalize her clasping inner lips and her hips began pushing her excited womanhood against her unseen Lovers. Slowly two ‘fingers’ pushed into her eager passage with an exquisite twisting and turning motion. She gasped as jolts of intense pleasure flooded her vagina, merging with those from her throbbing clitoris and bullet-like nipples. Her clenching vaginal muscles were trying to draw the twisting ‘fingers’ deeper into its enflamed sheath.

The stroking ‘finger’ tips began circling her excited vaginal walls as if they were searching for something. She suddenly arched up from the ‘blanket of air’, her hips ground her enflamed sex in wild circles and she squealed in joy. Her Lovers had found her ‘G’ spot and began an ecstatic massaging of the sensitive tissues. All the unseen forces came together now and intensified their actions on her body, from breasts and nipples to her rigid clitoris to her spasming vagina. They suckled, they massaged, they stroked, they teased and they caressed. She thrust her breasts and engorged nipples into the devouring ‘mouths’ and ground her enflamed sex into the sucking ‘lips’ and thrusting ‘fingers’. Susan was catapulted into a sexual frenzy and she arched up, wailing, as first orgasm was unleashed.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ..”

Susan lay on the ‘blanket of air’, her body shook and trembled with the power of her orgasm, cooing and moaning as deep aftershocks rippled across her body.

“Ohhhhh .. Thank you ..”

She felt all the unseen ‘mouths’, ‘lip’s, ‘hands’ and ‘fingers slowly leave her body and she whimpered with disappointment. It was then that she felt two large ‘hands’ come to rest on her bent knees. They startled her for a moment and then she smiled as the large ‘hands’ drifted down her thighs toward center of her sexual being. The ‘hands’ moved with deliberate slowness and Susan kept shifting her thighs in an effort to speed them toward their destination. A grateful gasp was heard when she felt her swollen folds being molded between the ‘hands’. She felt a thick ‘finger’ slipping between her folds, pushing them apart, and instinctively began sawing her wet, pink furrow up and down onto the exploring ‘finger’.

The tip of the long, thick appendage nestled into her clasping inner lips with exciting caresses and teasing probes. Her eager vaginal entrance screamed for more and the ‘finger’ didn’t disappoint her. It slowly slipped into her clenching passage with ecstatic twists and turns. A second thick ‘finger’ joined the first and both began ecstatic strokes into and out of her spasming vagina. Susan couldn’t believe the fullness that was exploring her womanhood. It was almost like an erection.

‘Yes .. Yes .. I love it .. I want it .. Oh God yes ..’

She had just had an incredible orgasm and this .. this new Lover, was pushing her toward another one with only its ‘fingers’. Susan felt movement between her thighs and then she felt a warm, moist breath of air bathing her engorged clitoris. Despite the spasms of intense pleasure within her seething vaginal passage, she held her breath as her new Lover lowered its ‘mouth’ and suckled its way over her rigid organ of joy. While the ‘fingers’ plundered her vagina, the ‘lips’ and ‘mouth’ began an ecstatic ‘deep throating’ of her rigid clitoris bahis şirketleri and her loins exploded with joy as her second orgasm exploded throughout her body.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ..”

She slumped down onto the ‘blanket of air’ gasping and panting as she came down from her orgasmic high. Her vaginal muscles continued to clenched tightly around the long, thick ‘fingers’ as intense aftershocks racked her body.

“Ohh .. Ohh .. Ohh ..”

Her Lover let her rest for a few moments and then she sensed that presence leaning over her body between her wide spread thighs .. and then she felt it.

It felt incredibly long and incredibly thick and it pulsed and throbbed as it lay over her abdomen. She could feel a warm wetness pooling onto her abdomen from the ‘head’ of its massive, unseen ‘erection’. Her mind said it was two big, but her body vaulted up the arousal ladder, screaming,

‘YES .. YES .. YES ..’

She sensed the face of the presence as it neared her face. She closed her eyes, parted her lips and waited. Its ‘lips’ touched her lips and then its ‘tongue’ slowly slipped into mouth. Susan moaned into its ‘mouth’ as she aggressively returned the kiss, it was deep and full of passion.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ..”

While they kissed her Lover settled further onto her body. It shifted its mid section and its heavy ‘testicles’ came to rest on her engorged organ of joy. She pushed her sex upward, sinking it between the soft, heavy balls with an ecstatic swirling motion and a deep guttural moan was heard from mouth.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM ..”

They broke the kiss and Susan lay there gasping and panting as the silky heaviness massaged her excited clitoris. The presence began planting wet suckling kisses over her face and neck. The kisses trekked downward to her neck and shoulders and then toward her chest. As its ‘head’ moved downward, so did its body, and she squealed again as the throbbing hardness slipped over straining clitoris. The suckling ‘mouth’ reached her right breast, moving over the firm mound and descended onto the bullet-like nipple. Its ‘lips’ and ‘tongue’ swirled around the rubbery tip and Susan moaned her gratitude.

The presence shifted its mid-section again and Susan’s eyes shot opened as its massive ‘gland’ slipped between the swollen folds of her labia, pushing them far apart. The suckling ‘mouth’ began an wonderful journey over to her left breast and nipple, bestowing equal time to both. While its mouth adorned one, its hands massaged and kneaded the other. Susan gasped and moaned, pushing the breast and nipple into her Lover’s mouth. Back and forth, back and forth, no one had ever given her breasts so much attention or pleasure.

Her Lover now shifted downward between her spread thighs. Its ‘hands’ gently wrapped around each thigh as its ‘head’ came nearer and nearer to her open sex. Again Susan held her breath as a wonderful moist breath of air bathed her hyper- excited clitoris. The suckling ‘mouth’ slowly descended onto it and she squealed as her rigid organ slipped into the loving ‘mouth’.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ..”

Her hips bucked and jerked in joy and the grasping ‘hands’ on her thighs prevented the ecstatic contact from being broken. The ‘mouth’ slowly loosened its suckling grip and moved downward onto the twitching folds of her labia. Susan cooed and gurgled as the large ‘lips’ and thick ‘tongue’ pushed into the wet furrow and began to suck and kiss its way toward the excited portal of her womanhood.

“Oh God .. I Love it ..”

The thick tip of the ‘tongue’ began an ecstatic tracing of her clasping inner lips and jolts of pure pleasure flooded her dazed and aroused mind. She spread her thighs as wide as she could to give her Lover complete and open access to her seething sex. Its long ‘tongue’ slithered inward and she almost fainted from the incredible sensations as it twisted its way inward, like a thick snake. Like its ‘finger’, the curled tip circled her clenching walls and quickly nestled onto her exploding ‘G’ spot. Explosions of joy rumbled across her loins like a series of freight trains.

The unseen forces released the hold on her arms and Susan’s hands shot downward and grasped the unseen ‘head’, pulling it deeper into her enflamed sex. The long, curling ‘tongue’ pushed deeper into her vagina, sucking up her oozing vaginal nectar as though it was a straw. It withdrew and slipped back in, again and again. Susan’s hips were bucking and thrashing, her clenching vaginal muscles desperately trying to draw the wonderful appendage deeper and deeper into her spasming vaginal sheath.

With each inward and outward sweep, the swirling tip massaged and caressed her excited sweet spot throwing her into a sexual frenzy. Susan’s body arched upward and froze and she screamed as her third orgasm rolled throughout her body.

“IEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ..”

It took several seconds for the ecstatic convulsions to subside into delicious aftershocks. Her hands adorned the loving ‘head’ that was still latched onto her spasming sex and she moaned with disappointment as the wonderful ‘tongue’ slipped out of her clasping entrance.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ..”

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The Hunger

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“It’s so funny.” She laughed, tossed her hair to one side. “Men are under the total and utter belief that women’s desire does not exist.”

“I didn’t say that,” he answered, “I just said that women don’t want sex like men do. You don’t think about it like we do, you won’t go to the point of nearly destroying and debasing yourself just to get off.”

She raised one perfectly smoothed eyebrow in a smirk. “We can’t.” she said plainly. “You can. Thousands of years of the patriarchy rest between your legs and between mine there is nothing but the threat of shame and unwanted pregnancy.”

“Cheery.” He sank back in his chair, eyed her over the detritus of dinner. “I still don’t agree though. It’s not the same. Men and women are, you can’t deny it, different.”

She shook her head, her curls quivering. “No. Desire isn’t different. Not really, but our bodies are and that’s what matters.”

“Well, I’m glad.” He said, “Because I’m really a tits guy at heart.”

She laughed from behind her wine glass, set it back down on the table. “I think we’re just going to have to agree to disagree.”

He nodded, said nothing.

“There’s nothing else you want?” she asked, cocking her head to the side, nodding towards the kitchen beyond.

“Nothing else food or drink centric, no.” he said, “Only you.”

She shook her head like she’d done many times before and gave him a look. The look; the look that told him she knew he was an idiot but she kept him around anyway. He liked the thought of being useful and entertaining for her.

“Well then you’re going to have to wait.” She sighed. “I want to eat pudding, even if you don’t.”

“Okay.” He smiled. “I will. Would you like me to clear the table? I can at least be useful, right?”

She smiled, stood, stretched, her bones clicking. “No, no.” she shook her head. “I will. You worked so hard at dinner it seems only fair.”

As she passed she squeezed his shoulder, a smile playing on her lips. In truth, she hadn’t been quite sure what she had expected when he mentioned he’d like to accept her request, her offer of dinner and drinks and playtime. Pulling the dish from the fridge, the bruised purple skins of the plums she’d arranged so delicately in the dish, their bright middles soaked in the bitter alcohol, she realised that she was glad she’d asked. She smiled contentedly. This was one of her favourite desserts made better by the vanilla tinged, creamy topping and the tiny flecks of almonds she scattered across the top. She grabbed a spoon and, at the last minute, a second one. Just in case.

“You sure I can’t tempt you?” she asked, sliding back into the seat, noting that he’d neatly stacked their abandoned plates into the centre of the table.

He shook his head, watching her dig into the bowl, her hair falling into her face. She flipped it over her shoulder, focused on him again. He grinned.

“Suit yourself.” She said, licking the spoon. “It’s good, if I do say so myself.”

He shrugged. “I was just wondering about, uh, playing tonight.”

“Oh?” she looked up. “Are you okay? If you feel uncomfortable or don’t want to I’ll understand. We don’t have to get to it right away, you know.”

“No, no.” he said, “It’s not that. I just wondered, what you were wanted tonight.”

She illegal bahis smirked at him, watched him shift in his chair. “Well.” She began, “First you can stop that thing with your knee.” She gestured towards him with the spoon then swooped it back into her bowl.

“Oh.” He looked down, blushed at his bobbing leg then stopped.

“Then you can take your clothes off.” She said.

“Oh. Now?” he asked.

“Yes.” She said. “Now, please.”

“Yeah.” He didn’t know what else to say and desperately grappled for a better response but nothing came. Instead, he focused on the insects filling his chest and his shallow breaths, the warm metal of his belt buckle as he stood.

“Good boy.” She leaned back in a chair and watched him kick off his shoes, pull off his socks and peel away his jeans. “Step around here so I can see you properly.” She gestured with a short nod of her head to the square of carpet to her left. He moved as asked, awkward and blushing, acutely self-conscious, all knees and limbs and nerves in the face of her Rubenesque calm.

“Stand up straight.” She said. “Properly. Shoulders back.” She eyed him happily, his leanness appealing to her, her mouth aching for the feel of his smooth skin and sinew under her tongue, his long limbs tangled around her. “Underwear off.”

“Oh.” He hadn’t meant it to sound like a question but it had and once more, he blushed, cursed himself. “Listen, I don’t mind but-” he gestured towards his underwear. “It’s a little-“

“Hard?” she cut him off with a grin, the word a low roll of laughter that hit him square in the chest.

“It’s been a really long time since I’ve been with anyone and even longer since I did anything kinky. The last person I was with was pretty vanilla and-“

He stopped, saw her hand raised, demanding silence, her mouth still set in a smile.

“Happens to the best of us, sugar.” She cooed. “That’s kinda the point. Now take ’em off. Let me see you…properly.”

“Yeah.” He nodded, pulled his underwear off, tossed them with the rest of his clothes. He stood in front of her again, half hard and awkward, his back arched forward.

“Put your arms down by your sides.” She said, her voice smooth, like milk in a glass. He obeyed and got another smile for his trouble. “You see.” She said brightly. “Much better.” She sucked the spoon again, the alcohol and sweet cream mingling on her tongue and behind it, the hard tang of metal like blood in her mouth. The bowl tinkled as she set it down, dropped the spoon into it, her eyes scanning over him like he was roast meat and cream cake and sweet and salt all rolled into one, like she hadn’t eaten in a month. Which, if she was being honest, was a vast and painful understatement as it was the first time in a very long time that she would finally get what she wanted.

She beckoned him nearer and rubbed his hip tenderly, looked up at him. “You’re so beautiful. Anyone ever tell you that? Beautiful.” She kissed his hipbone, ran her tongue over the jutting flesh, the warmth of his skin vaguely salty against her lips.

“Oh.” He sighed happily, his hand rising to her cheek then pulling back like he’d been burned. “I’m sorry, Ma’am, I-“

She laughed and sank back. “It’s fine.”

He returned his fingers to her smooth cheek, illegal bahis siteleri pushed her dark hair over her shoulder, slid under the strap of her dress. “Oh, god.” He breathed again, painfully aware that her mouth was inches away from his hardening cock, ambling over his hip-bone, his flattened belly, her free hand running up the vulnerable curve of his thigh. She pulled back, looked up at him.

“You know how this works, don’t you?” she asked.

He nodded. Said nothing.

“I asked you a question.” She said. “Answer it.”

“Sorry,” he smiled. “I do, yes. I know.”

“How, then?” she said.

“I’m here for you.” He said, “Here for whatever you want me for.”

“You don’t sound so sure.” She teased. “Was that a little doubt rising up at the end there?”

He laughed, looked down at her. “I’d be lying if I said this was entirely for you, wouldn’t I?”

“Hah. I suppose so.” She answered, “But I know you’ll be a gentleman and let me have what I want first, won’t you?”

He nodded, grinning, “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good boy.” She scooped a little of the vanilla cream still cold from the fridge onto her finger held it out to him. “Try it.”

“Oh.” He smiled, bent to take it from her and, inevitably, missed as she wiped it across his face, giggling.

“Silly boy.” She smirked. “Silly, beautiful boy.” She pulled him forward, sinking her hot mouth over his hardening length, making him gulp and gasp for air.

“Oh, yes, Ma’am.” He groaned, a shiver running through him, his nipples tingling. “Oh, God. Oh God.”

She moaned happily in response, luxuriating in the feel of him in her mouth. It had been so long she had forgotten how much she liked men; the way the smelt and their hair and the comforting hardness of her bodies. She pressed her hands flat against his belly and shivered in her seat, grinding her hips in slow circles, the cheap plastic a poor substitute for the man in front of her. She sank back and smiled, heavy lidded, drunk on him.

“You know.” She mused, “I think I want to fuck you first. I need to, I won’t be able to concentrate on trying to crop you otherwise.”

“Please.” He nodded, bending to kiss her. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

“Patience.” Her hand flew to his wrist and she pulled it from under the strap of her dress again. “If I want you to remove my dress then I’ll ask you.” She breathed.

“Sorry.” His eyes were fixed on hers, his lips open slightly.

She curled her hand through his hair, around his neck, planted her mouth on his, her thumb running over the small square of flesh where his neck and shoulder met. The gesture sent tremors through him again, making the insects in his chest unfurl their wings, pop into bright butterflies that danced before his eyes.

“Baby.” She rubbed his belly and pulled away. “Go to the couch. Come with me.”

She pulled him up, striding the few paces, quickly realising that as she moved her thighs were slick with need for him and the old ache had returned with a voracity that she thought she would never feel again. She bit her lip and pulled him down, conceded this time to let his intrepid fingers and wondering mouth complete their task. He pulled her dress down, peppered her collarbones with kisses, made her purr with delight.

“You canlı bahis siteleri still have pudding on your face.” She laughed. “Here.” Her tongue darted out again and she licked it off, the sweetness lingering on her lips.

He laughed as she lapped at him, his fingers working at her bra, pulling it away, watching her slip out of it and roll her shoulders. He leant forward, nuzzled against her, a long sigh coming from him.

“You smell so good.” He breathed. “So good, like oranges and sunshine and warmth.”

“What?” she asked.

“Like skin.” He said.

She shook her head, kissed him to quiet him. “You telling me I smell bad, boy?”

“No.” he sighed, “God no. I mean it’s a comfort, the way you smell. It’s that ‘you’ smell I love so much.”

She realised that he was stroking her arm, his thumb running easily over her naked shoulder and more, that she liked it, that she wanted him to hold her for a long while and bury his face her hair and tell her she smelt good.

“That’s cute.” She said, laying back, the inky fabric of her dress, pooled around her waist. “But there are other matters at hand.”

She grinned, watched his eyelids flutter as she curled her palm around his cock again, stroked him with the softest of touches, his breaths coming higher as she worked her hand around his engorged flesh.

“I hope you’re still hungry.” She cooed, watching a clear bead form at the tip of his cock. She bent her head, darted her tongue out to catch it, her lips caressing the tip.

“Ah, yes.” He exhaled. “Hmm.”

“Good.” She sat back and edged off her own underwear, dropped them to the floor. “Because I want you to fuck me thoroughly after this.” She said, her fingers running over his length with rising pressure teasing more glassy droplets from him until they glittered down his length. “I like to keep you eager.”

He said nothing, for once lost for words, stunned into silence by his desperate need to please her, to give to her what she seemed so intent on giving to him or taking from him, he didn’t know. The way she drank him in, her eyes inky made him nervous and thrilled and strangely coy all at once. He pulled her close, his mouth pressed against hers, splitting her lips open, moaning into her. She tasted of sugar and alcohol and of his own, familiar saltiness.

“Hey, greedy.” She sighed, he hand flat against his chest. “Me first, remember? I’ll take what I want.”

“Sorry.” He said. “Ish.”

She slapped his thigh, making him hiss through his teeth. She laughed.

“Oh,” she mused. “I like that. Look at you. You leapt right forward when I did that.”

He eyed her sideways, the blood rising in him again. “Just surprised, that’s all.”

“Well, I’m not done yet.” She said. Her fingers pressed around his neck and she kissed him again. “And I still want you to fuck me.”

He nodded, watched her wriggle out of her clothes until she sprawled next to him, equally naked, her thighs glittering. Breathing heavily, he sank down and pushed her legs apart, lapped at her slick folds, sucked at her aching clit. She moaned, wound her fingers into his hair.

“Up.” She ordered, the word hard edged and glinting in the light like a blade over his flesh. She pulled him against her and kissed him again, licked her juices from his lips. “I didn’t ask you to use your mouth.”

She bit his lip, watched him giggle, his breath soft against her neck then reached down and moved him. Gently, she exhaled then slid forward under him and swallowed him whole.

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It had been a deadly hot summer so far. Roskilde Fjord’s waters were surprisingly low, but that did not stop the raiders. The high curled prow stood in stark contrast to the cloud white sails that helped bring the Vikings in.

I’d been unfortunate enough to be down on the beach as the tide helped carry them to shore. The massive ship ran aground with a sickening crunch of sand and stones, giant oars pulling them further up the bank. I was sitting with my back to the sea repairing a large fishing net when they came in, and hadn’t noticed their arrival until the Longship began to run aground. When I turned, I was face to face with the biggest, most terrifying thing I’d ever laid eyes upon, with nowhere to run.

One man stood at the prow, barking orders to the raider clan. His language was not the same as mine, but close enough I could make out most of the words.

‘Tether’ was the first I heard, but ‘weapons’ was what got my attention.

Until that moment I’d been hungered down in a patch of the sparse grass that grows tall along the shoreline, my blond hair splayed upon the sand. As the Vikings gathered their chain mail and donned their weapons, I began to inch away from my hiding spot. I knew I had to get to my village of Rungholt, and I had to do so before the raiders did, or all would be lost.

When I thought that no one was looking I turned and began to sprint towards the wide plain that separated the town from the shore.

“Hey, hey!” someone shouted, “Godfrid, there!”

I chanced a quick look back as a man in full chain mail armor leapt upon his horse and spurred it violently in the ribs. The hulking, muscled beast charged forward, crossing the sands in no time. I tripped as I turned back around, sprawled flat by my own momentum. I was just picking myself back up when the rider was upon me.

“Where you going, missy?” His voice was rough, as if he’d sustained a neck wound at some point, yet filled with mirth. He’d enjoyed running me down.

He grabbed my long plaited hair, wrapping it around his hand like it were rope and hauling me to my feet.

“Pretty girl,” he sneered as he lifted my face to the sun.

I swatted at his hands, but it was to no avail. His massive, solid arms were easily three times what mine were, I had no hope of fighting him off.

“Come to Godfrid,” he chuckled, hauling me atop the impossibly large horse, one hand gripping my skinny arm, the other still wrapped in my hair. He set me on the horses back facing him, far too close for my own comfort. Godfrid lifted my chin so I would peer into his whiskey-colored eyes, searching my own.

I spat at him, and was satisfied to see it hit his cheek. Godfrid swiped the back of his palm across the spittle, grinned like a fool, kissed me hard, then backhanded me with such force I saw stars.

The raider spurred the great horse and spun in a tight circle before racing back towards the ship. I had no choice but to wrap illegal bahis my arms around his barrel chest, my face against the chain mail, lest I fall from the beast. This seemed to amuse him greatly.

The Vikings, now fully armed, hooted and cat-called upon his triumphant return.

“Won’t be lonely tonight, eh Haraldsson?” one of the cajoled.

Barbarians.

The majority of the men were now upon the backs of their own steeds, brandishing long swords, shields, and axes. They’d already had a bonfire built and lit, and several were carrying flaming torches. Rungholt was doomed.

I began to panic. “Spare it, please.”

“She speaks!” Godfrid roared, and his Viking horde erupted in laughter.

I was undeterred. “I beg of you, spare Rungholt. Take the whole of Nordfriesland, but spare this town.”

“Why should I?” he mused.

I was at a loss.

“I will stay with you…” I tried.

“You will stay regardless.”

“Willingly. I will stay.”

“And?”

“We are a busy seaport. We trade with many cities and far lands. You will become rich beyond your dreams.” I was pleading now.

“We will take all this land has to offer and be rich anyway.” he shrugged. “But I will humor you, little one.” He stroked my cheek with a calloused hand. “Ale! Habel! East and West! Go!”

Two groups of men took off on their horses, following the shoreline on either side of the island. Soon thick black smoke could be seen rising upon the horizon, the burning of towns I could not spare.

Tents were being erected along the banks of the Roskilde Fjord, well-muscled men quickly and efficiently finishing one then moving on to another, while the moored ship bobbed gently in the background. I sat, clinging to Godfrid as he oversaw the proceedings. I realized I hadn’t been captured by a random raider, he was their leader.

The last tent to be erected was the largest of all, and that is where we headed. Godfrid clucked to his horse as she plodded slowly towards the dwelling. A bearded man (though so many of them were fair-haired and bearded) took the reins and tethered them to a large piece of driftwood while my captor dismounted. Godfrid reached up and easily plucked me from the horse’s back. He pulled an apple from a leather satchel on his hip, giving it flat-handed to his charge.

“There Mette, good girl.” He clucked and kissed at the powerful white-and-liver steed before turning back to me.

“Inside,” he ordered.

I did as I was told, and after only a moment he joined me. From outside the tent I heard another group of men depart the camp, leaving us nearly alone.

“What is your name?”

“Doutzen,” my voice seemed so small, though I tried to be brave.

Godfrid began to methodically remove his chain mail, leaving only a woolen shirt and leather trousers. “Doutzen,” he repeated, nodding.

“Eriksdottir,” I expanded.

“Let loose your hair,” he told me.

I stood silent a illegal bahis siteleri moment, staring at the broad shouldered man before me, knowing what he was asking. I did as I was told, running my fingers through the plait to loosen it. My sandy blond hair, when flowing freely, nearly reached my knees. Godfrid stepped forward, pulling a leather thong from his own hair, golden waves falling to his shoulders. He then gently gathered mine up in his huge hands, folding it within itself and securing it at my nape with the leather cord. He seemed satisfied with this.

He reached down to the hem of his thin woolen shirt, pulling it above his head and off in one fell swoop. He was the biggest man I’d ever seen, wide and heavily muscled, chest and torso riddled with scars.

“Touch me,” he said softly. He’d actually asked, it was not an order.

I brought my long thin fingers up to a deep, puckered scar running the length of his left bicep. He inhaled deeply as my fingers met his flesh, bringing the whole of my palm against his skin.

“A sword wound from battle,” he said to me, as I silently brought my head up to gaze upon his face. He was watching me intently. I blushed slightly then went back to his torso. My left hand rested upon a two-inch round scar, bright pink against his fair colored skin, just on the outside of his muscled stomach.

“Arrow,” he said, simply.

We continued on this way a few more moments, I tracing the myriad of wounds he’d received in his relatively short-lived life. I’d estimated his age to be about thirty summers, compared to my twenty-two.

I won’t say I’d never known a man’s touch. I’d been married and widowed long before Godfrid arrived, but when he put his hands upon me, it was as if I’d never known a man before.

He brought his hands up to the back of my dress, removing my tunic and letting it fall to the floor. The plain linen dress I wore underneath was the only thing separating me from the naked touch of his hand. It did not stay on long. Once I was completely nude, but before Godfrid allowed himself to explore my body, he unlaced his leather trousers, sliding them down his muscular legs and on to the floor, amidst the growing pile of discarded clothing. His large phallus sprang forth, and I could not help but stare at him. He grinned like a little boy.

Godfrid pulled my tiny body to his, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me tenderly. I obliged and kissed him back, bringing my arms to his neck and clinging tightly. I had not been with a man since my husband was killed, far too long ago.

A pallet piled high with linens and furs had been laid out in the middle of the room, and he pushed me upon it. one massive hand ran the length of my body, touching every inch of skin, then scooting me squarely beneath him. He lowered himself upon me, guiding his pulsing member within my moist folds. I gasped as he brought himself in to the hilt, holding me tightly to canlı bahis siteleri him.

This man, who I knew was used to taking what he wanted form a woman and then discarding her, was surprisingly gentle, and made tender love to me the majority of the afternoon. His men came and went, some with screaming women, others obviously marred in battle. The sounds came and after a time disappeared, as Godfrid and I stayed holed up together inside his dwelling.

Days passed in this manner, and I found myself to be relatively satisfied, happy even. I thought my home to be safe, was loved tenderly by a surprisingly gentle man, and wine and mead flowed freely, our nights filled with songs and laughter.

Within a week the raiders were preparing to leave, no doubt all the villages within Nordfriesland burnt to the ground. I tried not to let the reality of that fact settle in.

“Come with me, Doutzen.” Godfrid wasn’t really asking. He was telling me I would go.

I nodded, but could not help one last look upon my village before I left it for good. Several other women from the area were being carted up to the ship, some going willingly, others in chains.

When Godfrid’s back had been turned overseeing the loading of his newly acquired cargo, I climbed the short rise from the shore to the plains to catch a glimpse of Rungholt.

It was gone.

Where the town should have stood was a smoldering pile of rubble and ash. My heart sank within my chest and bile rose in my throat. He’d lied to me, to get me to bed. While he made love to what was probably the first willing woman he’d ever had, he sent his horde to burn the village I’d so dearly loved, the town I’d given him my freedom for.

“Doutzen!” he shouted from below.

I turned, the sight of him making me sick, tears streaming down my cheeks. His face fell as recognition hit. He knew I hated him.

I broke into a run.

I ran as fast as I could, tore across the field towards the ruined harbor town. I ran for everything and everyone I’d ever loved, burned and bleeding in the rubble before me.

Soon, too soon, I heard the horses.

Their thunderous hooves beat hard against the field, suffering in the drought of summer. Sweat ran down my face and into my eyes, but still I pressed on, the beat becoming louder. I did not spare a glance behind me this time, just ran headlong into the ruined town, embers burning the bottoms of my feet as I went.

I could hear Godfrid yelling a warning behind me, but I did not slow.

The hoof beats suddenly stopped, and I was momentarily elated that they had given up the chase; until I felt the searing pain within my chest. I was pitched violently towards the ground from behind, my face grinding into the dirt. My breath was labored, coming in tiny pants, and I suddenly knew I’d been struck down. An arrow protruded from my back; it had torn through one of my lungs.

Footsteps crunched in the soil as I lay laboring to breathe, and someone grabbed the back of my head. Godfrid.

He bent low to kiss my lips once, and then ran his seax knife across my throat in one clean movement, stepping away and mounting Mette as my life’s blood spilled upon the grass.

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