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Juxtaposition Ch. 01

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“I wonder how many inches of dust I’ve wiped off this bookshelf over the years?” Valerie Benchkoff wondered aloud, singing hymns to herself as she robotically lifted item after item up to clean underneath. Nearly 32 years worth of marriage, motherhood and memories resided on the oak shelves in front of Valerie as she went about her weekly routine.

Those 32 years of marriage to her Husband, Nolan, hadn’t been easy. Wedded at the age of 17, more to get away from her own folks than any real comprehension of love, Valerie had certainly grown to treasure and adore the man she married and wouldn’t have traded her life for anyone’s. Pregnant by the age of 19 and then again when she was 22, the latter half of Valerie’s life had whizzed by in a blinding rush. One morning shortly after her son and daughter had moved out for good and proceeded with their own lives away from the family farm, Valerie had woke up one morning and suddenly wondered where her life had went.

The weekly routine of dusting the years’ worth of accumulated photos was one way she had to keep reminding herself of how great her life had been and what joys she had to be thankful for. Yet, after having two kids running around the house, discovering life at every turn for nearly three decades, to have that simple joy missing from her life, with each passing day, Valerie felt increasingly empty.

The rigors of running a small and struggling family farm on the outskirts of Davenport, Iowa however kept Valerie from dwelling on the negatives for too long. There were still chores to do, bills to pay, trips into town to make and a Husband to take care of. And Nolan, eight years her senior, had gradually had his health decline over the past decade. A mild heart attack two years earlier had gone a long way towards helping with his eating habits, but the fear of another one combined with a litany of back and shoulder problems has slowed his work around the homestead.

Still, it was a good life they had made together and when the work for the day was done and the sun had set for the evening, Valerie could rest her head on her pillow most nights thankful for all her blessings.

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1500 miles to the East, in the Bronx, a 17 year old boy was resting his head on a tattered and worn pillow as well. The same age Valerie Benchkoff was when she got married back in Iowa long ago, Rodrego Munoz’s prospects for the future weren’t nearly as promising as Valerie’s had been.

Burdened from day one, born to a Mother of only 15, and conceived by a Father he never knew, Rodrego had dodged more bullets, literal and figurative, than 90% of the soldiers do during a war.

Even though his Mother cared enough to keep Rodrego’s attention turned towards school and a decent life while he was younger, the same lure of the street that had felled many of his fellow generation constantly nipped at Rodrego’s heels.

In the ultimate of ironies however, it was failing to dodge one of those bullets that might have saved his life. An innocent bystander on the opposite side of the street from a drug deal gone bad, a shell had ricocheted into his shoulder, landing Rodrego in the Emergency Room.

A fact of life living in that neighborhood Rodrego readily accepted, but one of the doctors treating him saw more in the young Puerto Rican boy than mere cannon fodder.

Hugo Moralis had once been a Puerto Rican street punk as well, and even when his parents up and left San Juan when he was 12 for the US to work the fields and orchards wherever they could find employment, he remained a punk until someone saw potential in him. So in many ways Hugo saw himself in the injured teenager in front of him.

Having finally settled in West Texas with his family, Hugo had quickly picked up English and made progress in school. So much in fact, he had earned a scholarship to college through the Hispanic College Fund and six years after escaping the war zone of poverty he was born into, Hugo enrolled as a Freshman at Texas Tech. After getting his undergraduate degree there and working three jobs to save up, Hugo moved to New York where he completed Medical School, spending the previous 15 years working as a trauma specialist at hospitals in some of the city’s poorest and roughest neighborhoods. So when Hugo approached Rodrego, a fuse was hesitantly lit.

Rolling his eyes initially from Hugo’s description of moving from farm to farm, picking everything from cotton to corn as a youth, Rodrego might as well have been listening to the Man in the Moon for all the sense it made.

“What does any of this have to do with me?” the 17 year old bluntly spat, flinching in pain from the tightness of the bullet wound in his shoulder.

“It has to do with the next time you come through those Emergency Room doors…three inches to the right and we wouldn’t be having this conversation, Rodrego,” Hugo soberly replied. “Three inches..that’s all..and there’d be a tag on your toe going out the backdoor of the hospital right now!”

Still, escort bayan Hugo understood completely the angst and sense of resignation a kid like Rodrego was feeling. Never one to forget the valuable, and often times hard, lessons he learned during his trek across America’s fruited plain as a child, Hugo had searched endlessly for ways to give back to the community and help kids that had been in his position. One such outlet he and his wife had found was supporting a program called “The Fresh Air Fund” that took at risk, inner city teenagers and placed them with a farm family for a few months during the Summer, in hopes that the time away would help the kids develop some life skills and an individual sense of self worth, away from the inherent and ever-present dangers of home.

When Hugo first broached the idea to Rodrego of enrolling in the program, the 17 year old laughed incredulously in the older man’s face. But after discussing the idea with Rodrego’s Mother, whether it was having to see her Son laying in a hospital room with a gunshot wound, or knowing the streets would be waiting for him as soon as he checked out, Desiree Munoz was slightly more open to Hugo’s idea, and in the end convinced her Son to take the four month sabbatical with the program.

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Sitting in a coach window seat on a half full plane trip from New York City to Iowa City where his host family would be waiting at the airport, all Rodrego could do was stare aimlessly out the window.

“Iowa…where the fuck is Iowa?” Rodrego’s stomach churned, feeling as if he were being shipped off to a place as remote as Central Antarctica rather than some place in the heart of the United States.

“And to a fucking farm on top of it..what the fuck is that about…They want me to learn to drive a tractor ….FUCK,” he mumbled on and on, at one point causing a concerned flight attendant to come over to check to see if he was OK.

“Damn..she’s pretty hot,” Rodgero thought to himself as the buxom, sandy blonde stewardess leaned in closer, her perfume causing his angst to stir even more, reminding him that he’d be away from all the girls in the neighborhood all Summer. “I turn 18 in a couple of months and I probably wont even get to get laid.”

“I’m..I’m..OK,” he told the flight attendant. “Just my first time flying..that’s all.”

“You’ll do fine,” she smilingly reassured before turning to continue with her rounds, leaving Rodrego with a brief but lasting glimpse of her tight behind.

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The idea would have probably never crossed Valerie Benchkoff’s mind if it hadn’t been for the moment of weakness she was caught up in driving down Main Street one afternoon running errands. The weekly trip into Davenport to pay bills and get groceries was one of the rare times Valerie could get away from home and all the stresses there. Still, the pile of outgoing bills sitting on the passenger seat of the pickup was an all to real reminder that times on the farm were not getting any easier.

The weather forecasts for that Summer were promising and Valerie had little doubt they’d be able to make the loans again that Fall but with Nolan’s deteriorating health and the difficulty everyone in the area had finding quality help, there was an ever constant gnawing in the back of Valerie’s mind when it came to money.

Financial troubles aside, Valerie was fending off a litany of personal demons as well. Part of it, Valerie had convinced herself, was the change of life she thought she was going through. The fact that both her kids had grown up and moved out wasn’t making it any easier either.

After spending the past 25 years with the sounds of extra footsteps in the house, Valerie was faced with the fact that her Son had accepted a position as a junior partner at a law firm out of state, and her Daughter had married a Naval Officer and they were stationed in Japan. All that combined with the constant stress of the business and Valerie truly felt she had no outlet for her sanity. So when she heard the PSA for the Fresh Air Fund that afternoon on the radio for probably the 100th time, a spark was lit within her as well.

Formulating the idea the entire way home inside her head, Valerie saw several advantages for the family. First, and most importantly, it would give Nolan some much needed help around the farm. It would also bring in some added income as well as cutting down on the extra help they had to hire that Summer. And selfishly, Valerie’s motherly instincts couldn’t resist the idea of having a kid around the house, even if it was only for a few months. All in all she concluded, it was just what everyone needed.

After first running the idea by her skeptical Husband and then discussing it with the people back East who ran the Fund, Valerie agreed to take on the task, hoping it would be an education for everyone.

Ever the tough guy, Nolan Benchkoff initially balked at the thought. Not so much escort bayan from sharing his house with an outsider, like his wife he felt the same twinges of loneliness with the kids gone as well, but more from having to come to the realization that he couldn’t do as much physically as he used to and the days of being able to run the farm on his own were gradually slipping away.

The people at the agency had also gone out of their way to tell the prospective hosts that the kids they’d be taking in were troubled and often times had spotty pasts, but Valerie had spent her entire life in a small town and while she had seen plenty of bad parents, she had never met a bad child.

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A chilling sense of surreality enveloped everyone involved the instant Rodrego and the Benchkoff’s met at the airport.

His head resting against the passenger side of Valerie and Nolan’s pickup as the drove him to his new Summer home, Rodrego couldn’t help but feel as if he had been abducted by aliens as a wall farmland engulfed him on each side.

“So…you’ve never been out of the city before?” Valerie casually asked, trying to make conversation with the young man.

“No..hardly ever been out of my neighborhood,” Rodrego replied, still too uncomfortable to make sustained eye contact with the couple.

The scattered buildings on the outskirts of Davenport given way to nothing but farmhouses now, Rodrego couldn’t help but feel as if he had somehow become a drafted soldier, snatched from his home and shipped out to a war zone he knew he wasn’t prepared for. Quickly feeling a pit develop in his stomach, Rodrego fought to keep a welling tear inside his eye as he thought of his Mother and everything he had taken for granted back home, knowing none of that would help him in this strange new world.

If the culture shock wasn’t bad enough, Rodrego trembled and stewed as Nolan began explaining what a day on the farm would be like. How at 5 every morning, they’d get up for a quick cup of coffee and breakfast before heading out first to take care of the animals and then work the 90 acres of land.

And as rough as the Rodrego thought the new routine would be, it turned out to be infinitely tougher than he could have imagined.

“This is fucking crazy,” he would mutter to himself over and over in the darkened hush of his bedroom late at night, his hamstrings burning and throbbing as he lay there, dreading the sound of Nolan knocking on his door a little before sunrise every morning.

“How can a guy three times as old as I am keep that up everyday of his life,” Rodrego wondered, knowing he wasn’t going to stick around long enough to find out.

“I should have joined the Navy or something…If I have to get up this early and work this hard…I might as well be getting paid for it and be able to do it somewhere like Hawaii,” Rodrego sighed in between stealing peeks at his alarm clock.

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As with most forms of purgatory, the development of a routine doesn’t necessarily make the stay any easier but it does make it tolerable. To Rodrego’s surprise, the day to day litany of chores became manageable and at night, too tired to fret over what he might be missing back home, he retreated to his room and watched MTV and most of the other channels he got at home, off the Benchkoff’s satellite dish.

Even though he had never been around people quite like Nolan and Valerie, and vice versa, the three steadily came together as the weeks wore on. As the first month of Rodrego’s stay drifted by, a burgeoning sense of pride welled inside of Valerie and Nolan, both by how much progress he had made as well as their ability to learn things about themselves through that fostering process. Still, there was a level of guilt involved knowing they had, in a sense, taken Rodrego way from his home, especially when it came to the lack of available social interaction for someone like him in Davenport.

“You should have seen the way he was eyeing Darla Pitts down at the General Store the other day,” Valerie said to her Husband one night in bed before they turned in.

“Was she looking back at him,” Nolan laughed as he lazily thumbed through that morning’s Gazette.

“No..not really..I think he was making her uncomfortable to be honest,” Valerie replied.

“Ah..no big deal..Boy’s almost 18…..at that age he’s nothing but a stirring pot of hormones to begin with….now he’s up and moved completly away from his comfort zone..I can’t imagine how hard things must be for him,” Nolan thoughtfully related. “Besides..me must be desperate if he found Darla worth a second look!”

“Stop that..But I guess you’re right,” Valerie sighed. “Do we know anyone with a Daughter about his age..maybe we can fix the two up….maybe…?”

The two looked at each other before either could say another word, knowing any sort of arrangement like that would most likely cause more problems down the road than bayan escort gaziantep it would solve, and long after Rodrego moved back to New York, Valerie and Nolan would still have to worry about any repercussions at home.

So with that, Valerie flipped off the light, and the subject was dropped.

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Everything Nolan had been telling his wife about the cauldron of hormones a kid like Rodrego would be experiencing was an understatement. Three doors down the hall, Rodrego lay naked on top of his sheets allowing the fan in the window sill to take some of the edge off the late Spring Iowa heat.

“1 AM,” he sighed, knowing he had to be up in four hours to start his morning rounds.

His need for sleep was trumped however by a more primal and pressing need. Pressing being the throbbing girth of his aroused cock rubbing like a smooth and warm pipe down the inner length of his left thigh. Rubbing it steadily as he swayed his head lazily on the pillow, Rodrego knew he could make it cum pretty much anytime he wanted, but for the moment, he was enjoying the burgeoning buildup to orgasm as he allowed multiple images to dance in his mind.

Not that there was a lot of day to day fantasy material to commit to memory around the farm.

“Not a lot of sirens hanging out behind the pasture,” he laughed to himself.

Aimlessly flipping the TV remote in his right hand for something to catch his eye as he continued to fondle his dick with his left, Rodrego thought longingly of several of the girls he knew back home, some of the women he saw during the occasional trip into town with Nolan and Valerie, intermingled with the occasional image on the TV screen. One memory kept leaping into his head however that caused his cock to jump ever so slightly each time he played it over in his mind.

It had been true what Valerie told her Husband earlier about seeing Rodrego stare longingly at the big boned clerk named Darla, down at the General Store. But what Valerie hadn’t shared was that Rodrego had caught Valerie watching him, and even more to the point, catching the way Mrs. Benchkoff blushed when it happened.

Once back in the pickup for the drive home, Rodrego couldn’t help but notice there was a different kind of tension in the air between the two. Granted, laying in bed at that moment and masturbating, it was probably his hormones extending any meaning to what happened on the trip home that day, but as Rodrego closed his eyes and intensified the grip on his cock, he could clearly picture the way Valerie stewed nervously in her seat and the way her erect nipples poked out the front of her teeshirt as she drove back to the farm.

Stroking his cock faster and faster as he replayed that image in his head, Rodrego’s lean and muscular hips lurched repeatedly up from the mattress, fucking the imaginary image above him until wad after steaming wad of thick milky ejaculate shot into the air, landing in a messy dotted pattern on his thighs, groin and belly.

“Doesn’t mean anything…doesn’t mean anything at all..I just needed to get off,” Rodrego sighed after it was done, thankful for the release and the ability to finally go to sleep as million of tiny endorphins swam through his overworked body.

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Rodrego’s 18th birthday passed the first week of June during his stay in Iowa. After spending an hour or so talking to his Mom and some of his friends from home on the phone, he enjoyed some cake and ice cream with the Benchkoff’s and some of their friends. While it wasn’t a big production, it was one of the neater birthday’s Rodrego could ever remember.

Later that evening, after all the revelry had died down, Valerie found herself wide awake in bed. For a woman who usually fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, she tossed and turned next to her fast asleep Husband until well past midnight.

“It must just be from having the party for Rodrego tonight,” Valerie theorized, unable to keep herself from thinking back to her own Son and Daughter’s 18th birthday and how quickly they had grown up.

“Reminds me of how good it is to have that youthful energy in the house..honestly..I don’t know what I’ll do when Rodrego’s gone in a few months…we’ll be right back where we started,” she thought to herself, allowing her mind to wander as Nolan snored beside her.

“This isn’t getting anything done,” Valerie finally decided, fighting off insomnia for another ten minutes until giving up.

“There’s a load or two of dirty clothes downstairs I can get to…get a head start on the wash tomorrow..besides.. I can catch up on that paperback I’ve been reading..that usually helps me get to sleep,” Valerie hummed to herself, pulling her body gently out from under the covers and slipping on her housecoat before making the silent trek from her bedroom, past Rodrego’s closed bedroom door and down the basement stairs to the laundry space.

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Tucked safely away in the refuge of her basement laundry room, Valerie paced through the cluttered space as the relaxing hum of the washing machine soothed her nerves. Purposefully keeping the stressful thoughts of loan payments, interest rates and weak profit margins at bay, Valerie tried to concentrate on more pleasant things.

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Josie is on the bed, ready for fun. She’s looking up at me, on my side, smiling her smile.

Why she’s on my side, I don’t know. Is it my scent in the bedclothes, familiar to her after just a few months? I know her scent too, or should I say her scents? There are many. When it’s Sunday morning, we’re sleeping in, I spoon into her body. She nestles back against me, sleeping still. There’s her scent, there in the nape of her neck, her hair. I breathe it in deeply, basking in it. Lying against her, breathing her in, it makes me love her even more. I feel overwhelmed by it. The luckiest man alive, thank God for her, thank God for her. She’s with me, sleeping, with me, together, in love.

She has many scents, the perfumes she wears. Some days it’s vanilla, other times cinnamon, sometimes something new. But it’s always subtle, almost not there at all. It’s as if she hints at it, not wanting me to be sure of it. Tantalizing me, smiling that smile of hers all the while, knowing what she does to me. Do you smell something today? No? You’re not sure? You want to find out, don’t you? Inviting, teasing me closer, to kiss her cheek, and there, above the button of her blouse, on the soft curve of her neck. Yes.

My favourite scent is when she’s fresh out of the shower, talced, soft, clean, naked under her terry robe. Is it her code, a signal, her invitation? She’s saying, yes. Come. I’m ready now, ready for you, for us together. I know it’s how you like me. I know what it does for you. I know that when it does this to you, we will be partners in my pleasure. And she’s right. She knows me, like she’s inside my head when she’s like this. We take our time, hold each other, talk quietly, kiss tenderly. She relaxes, I can feel her body melt into me. I feel desired, I feel her craving, not urgent, but sincere.

I revel in her scent, the feel of her soft skin, her slenderness. The look of her skin when she slowly opens the robe to frame her breasts, lets me lift it off her shoulders, lets it drop to the floor. I feel the breathtaking intimacy of skin on skin, so smooth. Touching her, gentle squeezes, tracing my fingertips over her lovely face, her breasts, her stomach. The perfect skin, so soft, on the inside of her thighs.

I love her fresh scent, her honey taste when I kiss her there, when I worship her there with my lips, my tongue She quivers, trembles in her pleasure, but the pleasure is for me as well. I kiss her there, gently probe her folds deeply with my tongue. I slide my tongue, broad and flat, from the bottom, slowly, stopping just below her bud. A light flick there, a pause, waiting for her arousal to crave it, then a slow circle where she has to have it, must have it. Another circle, a pause, drawing her lips between mine, teasing them, holding them there. Circling, pausing, long slow licks.

I love the sound of her soft sighs as she blossoms for me. I love how it builds in her, her breath shuddering, holding, her long sighs. I love her soft moans as she resigns herself to me. Soon their pitch rises, start into their rhythm, broken only by sudden intakes of breath as her arousal climbs, as I play with her. I build it up slowly with her, listening, feeling her cues, her responses. Taking her close, holding her there, holding her as her craving becomes insistent, irresistible. Kissing, probing, circling with my tongue, setting a rhythm, then taking it away, starting something new. My fingers are deep in her wetness as my tongue adores her pussy. My thumb softly, wetly circles below, not pushing in, but teasing. I feel her tension ateşli gaziantep escort bayan build, her quivers telling me when she is close, prolonging, prolonging, holding her at her peak. She can’t control it anymore. I decide it, decide when she can have it, when to take her over the precipice. Wait, wait, her body is taut steel. Wait…

It begins for her, the blessed searing spasm. Her body releases and she comes, a groan that would be pain if it weren’t exquisite pleasure. We are together in it. We ride her wild waves, together, thrilling in them, enjoying every convulsion, the glorious pauses between. We are together, together as her coming subsides, longer pauses between her pulses, the last one always a surprise, seconds after we think she is done, her body having its last laugh.

When it all began for us last April, she shook me up, rearranged my world. She was beyond a fantasy, unreal, not the way the world works. I didn’t trust it, felt it was a cruel trick that would hurt me in the end. It was the age difference that worried me.

What does she see, I wonder, more than twenty years between us. Her whole life is ahead of her. There is time for her dreams, time for mistakes, so many exciting ways for her to go that she must thrill at the possibilities.

For me, for all men my age, there is a time, a bad time, when we realize we’re closer to the end than the beginning. Like a dying fire, we struggle with it, trying to convince ourselves that it’s not true, that we are what we once were. But the evidence accumulates, and then comes resignation, acceptance of defeat. There are no NHL scouts in the stands in our pickup hockey games. The career is comfortable enough, but it’s topped out. We aren’t going to sail around the world, aren’t going to write the great novel. We are ordinary, will remain ordinary. There is less drive for physical intimacy, less sensation when we have it, trouble getting hard, staying hard.

The hardest part is recognizing that the young beauties, the sleek gazelles, are no longer for us, the middle-aged. They will never be interested in us ever again. No, they are for the young lions. We watch them, see them flirt with horny, brash youngsters, fit and trim. They spend an hour in front of the mirror every morning but these boys haven’t a clue, haven’t a clue. We see them on the hunt, seeking sex, not love. And the worst, we picture young couples closing the door on the bedroom as the clothes fly, leaving us out, forever. For us, those days are gone and they aren’t coming back.

But Josie shattered that reality, what I thought was my reality. We met on the street on a beautiful late-March Saturday, a chance encounter. She was with her friend Jenn a former student. She waited after we were introduced, standing back, watching as my handshake with Jenn turned into a big arms-around hug. She was quiet and patient as Jenn and I caught up, talked about my colleagues, her teachers, some of them retired, some still going strong. Both of us glad to see each other again after a few years. There was another hug, goodbye this time, and Josie watched it. Our eyes met and held, a moment, and then she smiled her smile.

What was that, I thought. There was something there, in her eyes, I was sure, but I couldn’t read it. It’s not her reaction to Jenn and me, I thought, as her mouth had widened, lips together, eyes locked onto mine. Her unknown thoughts. Josie’s unknowable thoughts.

Jenn released me and I returned into the bakımlı gaziantep escort bayan world. Smiling, saying the right things, goodbye. But inside, slapping myself. No. No, stupid man, you are imagining it, the fantasy of a fifty year old fool. The young gazelles, those days are over.

I couldn’t stop my thoughts of her, my uncertainty, the image of her eyes hovering in my mind. Our eyes had locked, her smile, was it real, was it really there?

On Monday, beyond belief, her call came, my number at the College easy for her to find. As if she knew, knew that I couldn’t forget the moment between us, she said only, It’s Josie calling. No reminder, no re-introduction, no playing back of the scene on the street with Jenn. I remembered it all too, remembered her, remembered her eyes, the mystery of her smile. I could picture her face in my mind, hadn’t shaken it since her eyes had been on me. And here she was on the line, making conversation. What do you teach? How long have you been doing that? Do you like it? What about your spare time? My mind raced at this, wondering where she was going, why she had called. I assumed she was building up to something having to do with her friend Jenn, maybe to ask a favour. Why wouldn’t she just ask?

But then, there were the words so completely unexpected. I’d like it if we could get together sometime, for coffee, maybe for lunch. It wasn’t a question, would you like to? No, it was, I’d like it if, a statement, to me it was much more than a statement, it was her disclosure. An invitation, yes, but it was how she said it, laying it out for me, letting me see it, her intention, her interest, her interest in me.

I was stunned. It shook me, disoriented me, shoved aside my concept of how it all was. My middle-aged resignation, too many years of feeling undesired, it was all shattered in an instant by her words. She says that I didn’t answer for long seconds. She says that she laughed at that, at her effect on me, her power over me.

I remember an explosion of chaos in my mind, nonsensical thoughts. This was Jenn was putting her up to a joke. How cruel! What had I done to deserve it anyway? Jenn and I got on well. And this wasn’t something Jenn would do anyway. Maybe Josie had been my student too, teasing me because I had forgotten her, a prank call. But no, that would be absurd. And I would never forget that face, that smile.

I felt flattered, flustered, embarrassed. Incredibly, I felt amused, not by the absurdity of a young woman’s approach to a middle-aged man, but at the vacuum of my forgetfulness, my inability to respond to her. How in the patterns of my life I’d forgotten what it felt like to be the object of another person’s attraction, forgotten what to say, what to do.

But in time, as I regained my bearings, as I felt the chaos flutter to the ground, the thought that settled in me was blessed gratitude for clear skies, for a future, for happiness in this world, for Josie.

I remember hearing my voice, amazed at what it said, disembodied. I remember how gentle it sounded, how calm it was, so different from the scrambled chaos in my mind moments before.

I’d really like that too, Josie, I said.

My memories from that first lunch are pristine. Like the electric thrill when I first saw her again as she strode toward me, her face lit up with sparkling eyes, a confident, eager smile. Like her surprising slenderness when we hugged on the street. The profile of her face as she swept past gaziantep bayan escort me through the door, lovely. And her scent, the now familiar vanilla, as I helped her with her overcoat. I remember the casual stylishness of her clothes that day, the jeans, fitting well, not too tight. The cream-coloured, blousy, long-sleeved shirt, tucked in. The deep V at her throat, her lovely collarbones, the delicate gold chain. I remember the warmth I felt when she reached across the table to touch my forearm, emphasizing her words.

Almost immediately, there was intimate connection, a wonderful, genuine closeness. She told me of her joyful times, her sadnesses too. We shared these, we listened to each other, happily, wistfully.

We saw each other again a few days after and I knew that my life had changed, that there was a future of love, that the loneliness, the disappointment, was gone forever. Now, just a few short months later, I’m living the impossible, more than twenty years between us, wondrous at the mystery of attraction.

From the beginning, when I first saw her on the street, there was something about her smiles. They defined her, shaped her face. Sometimes, she smiled demurely, her lovely full lower lip a beautiful arch below her white teeth. It was like a grin, some mischief in it perhaps, but different somehow, warmer and more sincere. In these smiles, she lowered her face the tiniest amount, presenting her eyes, large, sparkling, making them the focus. At other times, she gave me her laughing smile. Instantaneous, I watched her eyes, her intelligence, sparkle quickly. Then they would close, she would throw her head back and laugh. In a good one, she’d come back down, cross one arm across her stomach to hold herself, her other hand covering her mouth, but again the eyes, peeking out above her hand, saying it all.

But my favourite smile, the one she gave me on the street, isn’t her reaction to something. It’s the one that comes from inside her, the one that doesn’t seem to need a reason. It isn’t gleeful or spontaneous. No, it starts in her basic gentleness, her inner peace, the foundation of her complexity. It’s the one that takes its time, starts subtly, develops slowly. It is the smile of a uniquely beautiful young woman, but it shows her girlishness at the same time. In this smile her lips do not part. They are drawn together thoughtfully, or is it wickedly, wide across her face. It is in her eyes, not large and round like they are in her other smiles. No, in this smile, her eyes narrow imperceptibly, curiously, her left eye just slightly more than her right. They hide her mystery. I know that it comes from a thought she’s having, perhaps a feeling, but what is it? The eyes say that something is there, but they won’t reveal the thought. It is her allure, a smile that is hard to discern, an enigma. It is a smile that teases, that says, no, it isn’t so easy. You’re going to have to take a chance, figure it out, to try me. There is just the faintest hint of mocking in it. Is it mischief or is it desire, her confident sexuality?

This is the smile she has given me moments ago, wordlessly, standing before me, hands on my shoulders, at arms length. It is the smile that never wavered as she let her hands drop. The smile that taunted me as she undid the button of her jeans, lowered the zipper, wiggled their tightness over her slim hips. It never flinched as she crossed her arms in front of her, grasped the t-shirt at her waist. It held on, knowing its effect, as she peeled the shirt off, her breasts, the white bra, lifting so beautifully.

She smiles still, reclining on the bed, propped on her left elbow. She hasn’t wavered, I know it, but I can’t stop myself from gazing at her slim beauty, the femininity of her simple white bra and panties. She smiles as she offers me the gift of her slender body, long legs, the curve of her bottom, her hips, the softness of her breasts.

Josie is on the bed, ready for fun. With me.

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This is my first attempt at erotic writing. It is the first 3 chapters of a trilogy of books following Jane around the world. I hope you enjoy and I welcome any feedback.

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Prologue

Jane is a 49 year old advertising executive and is currently based in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. She is the Asian Managing Director for a multinational agency, having got there by experience and bloody hard work.

Jane is 5’5, has sparkling green eyes, blond hair (chemically enhanced!) and is a curvaceous 36DD. She looked after her skin and felt she looked younger than her years, as she ought to with the investment she had made in numerous lotions and potions! In recent years her trips to the gym were rare, with her busy life, but she still looked great. Her well-manicured right hand probably got the most exercise, quaffing champagne and wine and the occasional slim cigarette.

Originally from England, her life has taken her around the world and she somehow missed the usual attachments of a husband and children. Not that this bothered her too much as she had many good friends and her current long term partner William.

She is a bubbly, full of life person and her time is filled with social and work parties, although she sometimes feels that she would like more surprising adventures. She still feels like a teenager at times and her actions after a few drinks seem to prove this. A dance floor is never to be avoided and her curves always draw attention. She is quietly pleased at being referred to as a MILF, although no one would tell her directly.

Jane recently bought a beautiful, luxury villa, on the island of Penang, with a couple of her friends. The villa has a large infinity pool, with great views out to sea and is situated in a secluded spot. It provides a great escape from the pollution of Kuala Lumpur and the everyday stress of normal life and work.

This is Jane’s story of a recent trip to her villa in Penang, with William and some of their friends. Although it has to be said, not everyone going was really her “cup of tea”…

Chapter 1

The sun shone from a clear blue sky and cooling breeze wafted by, as Jane stared out across the swimming pool to the sea, the water rippling gently.

She looked up from her sunbed, admiring the brightly coloured orchids scattered in the trees around the pool, which was at the centre of the private villa. She was so pleased the others had gone out for the day, leaving her at peace to lay back, sunbathe and enjoy the beautiful, secluded surroundings. She took a sip of her ice cold champagne and then loosened the straps on her bikini to set her magnificent breasts free. She closed her eyes and smiled, as she enjoyed the freedom of lying there half naked, the sun beating down on her oiled body.

She was startled as she felt her hands being grasped behind her head and a blindfold slipped over her eyes. Panic swept through her and then a familiar voice whispered in her ear. Before she could react, she felt her wrists being tied to the sun lounger. She wanted to shout out but felt strangely powerless as she felt more ties going around her ankles. Her heart was pounding, her emotions in turmoil. She lay there tied and spread out on the lounger, the sun beating down and only the sound of the water lapping gently against the edge of the pool.

Her whole body was tense and her nerve endings on full alert, as she felt a finger trace a line across her mouth, caressing her face. A tongue darted in to her ear and her earlobe was being gently nibbled as she began to relax. She felt the warm liquid cascade over her nipples, as the suntan oil dribbled down her front, followed by a hand gently massaging her firm round breasts. She felt relaxed and tense at the same time as she became aroused. A bolt of electricity shot through her as a tongue flicked across her left nipple and then the right one and again and again – her nipples becoming ever harder.

More oil splashed across her stomach, as she waited expectantly. A slippery tongue then ran over her big toe and moved slowly across her foot before her toe was engulfed in his mouth as he sucked hungrily. She could feel a moistness start to grow between her legs and her clitoris strained to be free of her constricting bikini. The tongue worked its way up her inner thigh as her breathing deepened and increased. She could feel the strings of her bikini being undone and then she was free and totally naked.

She was now completely consumed by the longing deep antep escort bayan inside her and didn’t know how much more she could take. Then there was silence again, just the wind gently rustling through the bamboo. A hard tongue flicked across her clitoris and then his mouth engulfed her clitoris sucking it deep inside, sucking harder and harder until her legs started to shake. She felt almost faint as the tides of emotion and energy rolled over her and then stillness again. She could feel the wetness leaking from her pussy, down her inner thigh and she was desperate to be penetrated by a thick, hard, cock.

A cold glass touched her lips and the icy bubbles of champagne slipped down her throat and dribbled down her chin.

The tongue started again, running up and down her pussy lips, drinking in her scent filled wetness. Sliding from her clitoris, to the base of her anus. She was now completely consumed by an animal desire “Fuck me now! Fuck me hard!” she screamed, surprising herself with the unknown deep and rasping voice she did not recognise. The tongue continued to circle and then she felt fingers open her pussy lips. The long hard tongue started to dart in and out of her swollen wet pussy, fucking her harder and harder. His whole mouth then engulfed her and began to suck her pussy and then her clitoris harder and harder. She could feel her heart quickening again and was desperate for more.

It all stopped and she could have screamed again, as she couldn’t take any more, when his warm salty cock brushed her mouth. She quickly opened her mouth and began to suck his swollen member eagerly, feeling it harden as he slipped it in and out.

Suddenly, the ties came off her ankles and her legs were thrust in the air. She felt his large cock part her moist pussy lips and dive deep inside. Slowly he moved his hard cock in and out. As he started to thrust harder and deeper she could feel herself ready to explode, she couldn’t take any more and let out a load moan as she was engulfed in a leg quivering orgasm. Still he went on faster and faster until with a final thrust he filled her with his hot semen.

As they lay there, their panting sweaty bodies entwined, he whispered to her “be careful where you get those breasts out, you never know what trouble you may cause”. He got up and walked away, leaving her heaving naked body tied to the lounger, the sun reflecting off her well lubricated body…

Chapter 2

…as she lay there an element of uncertainty started to surface. It was getting hotter and she was tied up and totally naked, what if the others came back? What if the maid or gardener turned up? The doubt and fear started to overtake her earlier feelings of exhilaration.

She felt the warm liquid cascade over her legs and down the inside of her thighs. A sweet smell filled her nostrils, the smell of aromatic, oriental massage oil. A soft hand ran up and down her legs and then started to massage her feet, working each toe with care.

The hands moved to her inner thighs. The fingers pushed gently as they travelled down and then the fingernails scratching lightly as they neared the top. Her mind and heart raced as the stroking neared her groin, causing her pussy to throb once again. The silky fingers slid up to her navel, lazily following a course to her heaving breasts. She flinched, as her nipples were pinched hard and then the soothing fingers slid gently over her breasts.

The fingers moved across her stomach and started to massage around her clitoris. They moved slowly, in ever decreasing circles and then pulled the skin above her clitoris back, exposing it fully. She could feel her clit straining and then it was consumed between strangely soft lips, a slow combination of sucking, nibbling and a hard tongue flicking. As the tongue began flicking more vigorously her legs and hips began moving in rhythm, as the waves built up inside her, she pushed her hips ever harder upwards and then everything stopped as suddenly as it had started.

She could feel herself moving. The sun lounger had been picked up at one end and was being wheeled away. Through her blindfold she could see the bright light of the sun fade; it was getting bumpy, as she was being pushed across the grass to the shade of the magnolia trees.

She could smell the sweetness of the flowers and she could hear the rushing water from the nearby waterfall. Her senses were on edge and her engorged clitoris was still pounding. What araban escort bayan was happening now?

Her legs were pushed up as a bamboo cane was placed on the underside of her knees. Her ankles were once again tied, with her heels almost touching her bottom. Why hadn’t she struggled more? Why did she feel so slow to react? She wriggled but couldn’t close her legs, the cane forcing her to be spread wide. Her bottom was lifted up and a cushion placed under her back. She was lying down with her ever moistening pussy completely exposed and facing the sky.

Her lips opened easily, as a finger slid along their edge gathering her creamy, sweet juices. The finger then forced its way in to her mouth, making her taste her own juices. She felt somehow comforted with the familiar smell and taste of herself. Another finger entered her mouth with a different but strangely similar taste. She had another moment of doubt about the identity of the fingers.

Her doubts were quickly realised as she felt a smooth vagina rubbing against her mouth. She had never been with another woman and certainly had not tasted another woman. She felt a mixture of fear and shock. Who was this? Who had her tied up like this in such a compromising position? Her emotions were in turmoil as the heady scent of this woman’s smoothly shaved pussy filled her nostrils as it was rubbed slowly across her face. Almost without thinking, she slid her tongue out and tasted the sweet female juice.

As she licked more she could hear the soft groans of the unknown person. The woman pushed her clitoris hard against her mouth and she lost herself in a frenzy of sucking and licking, the woman pushing ever harder until she let out a gentle sigh and released the pressure.

She lay there with the sweet, musky, scent filling her nostrils and warm juices covering her face. Before she could begin to think about what she had just done, she felt a finger run across her clitoris and caress her inflamed pussy lips. It continued down, now all sticky and wet, and began to circle her anus. She could feel herself tense up as the finger continued to circle. The finger then moved and penetrated her vagina, searching for her special spot, wriggling around exploring deep inside. A second and third finger followed and started to fuck her slowly at first before increasing the pace. Another hand started to rub across her clitoris, moving in time as the fingers fucked her harder. She desperately wanted to move her hips and couldn’t. Her mind became a blur as the fingers came out of her and began to rub up and down her prone pussy and anus mercilessly while her clitoris was rubbed harder and faster. Her orgasm ripped through her as her legs strained against the ties and then the hands started to slowly and gently massage her as her breathing began to come under control. Her ankles were untied and the cane removed as her legs flopped down in relief. She then heard the soft patter of feet walking away…

Chapter 3

… As she lay there, she felt hot, sweaty and very sticky. As the effects of all the surprise attention began to wear off, she could feel her muscles complaining and she was still tied up and blindfolded!

She heard footsteps approach. Her hands were being untied from the lounger and started to tingle after being held in the same place for such a long time. She felt an element of relief at being unbound, although her emotions were all over the place after the events of the day. She sat up and, before she could react her hands were tied behind her back.

She was made to stand up and was guided across the prickly grass in her bare feet. She wondered what she must look like, walking across the grounds completely naked, with her long blond hair no doubt a complete mess by now and her hands tied behind her.

She stepped from the grass on to the rough sandstone tiles by the pool. She was stopped and her hands were tied above her head to something. She soon realised she was in the outside shower area by the pool, as a spray of cold water shot down on her from the overhead rain shower, causing her to shiver and goose bumps to multiply over her body. The overhead shower stopped suddenly and a spray of water hit her breasts from the handheld shower, cold jets of water running across her.

The spray continued to massage her breasts and then moved slowly down the front of her body, hitting every part of her. It then started up the back of her legs, tingling as gaziantep arap escort bayan it went, stopping briefly as it fired its ice cold jets on her bottom, water striking the back of her pussy lips and cascading down her legs. Then up again, massaging her tired arm and shoulder muscles before stopping.

She then felt a creamy liquid being squirted all over her before hands started to massage it in to her skin. The unmistakeable smell of Jo Malone filled her head. The hands glided over her breasts as the gel was worked in, gently caressing her nipples. The hands began to run over her pubic mound and between her pussy lips, then gently squeezing her buttock cheeks, as she was covered in soapy bubbles. She felt relaxed and invigorated as the hands continued to run all over body, cleaning and exploring every part and every orifice.

The hands stopped and then a torrent of ice cold water cascaded down on to her head, washing away all the bubbles, making her feel like she was standing naked in a tropical rain storm. Oh my God she suddenly thought – my hair! It will be ruined.

She stood there dripping from head to toe and, despite the sun still shining brightly, started to shiver. A towel then began to rub her shoulders, the soft fibres soaking up the water as she was slowly dried. Her hair was caressed and gently rubbed as beads of water dropped from her fringe and landed on her breasts, sparkling in the sunlight.

The silky soft towel ran over nipples, bringing them to attention and began to rub her stomach gently as it followed down between her legs and on to her calves. Soon she was dried, refreshed and relaxed as she felt the warm breeze flutter over her naked body. Her blindfold was now wet but still didn’t allow her to see anything.

Her hands were removed from the shower head and she was led away from the shower enclosure, back along the stone walkway. She stopped against a solid obstacle that was just below her waist and was pushed forward, her tied hands landing on the surface. Her hands were then tied to the front of her and she realised she was bent over the outside dining table.

She heard a splitting sound like a branch or palm being broken off a tree and her mind, still enclosed in the dark and blindfolded world, began to race along with her heart.

“You may be clean now but you are still a naughty girl” he whispered in her ear “nice girls don’t lick other girls!”

She felt the wind move as it struck across her naked bottom, it felt like a large leaf! He continued to smack her with the long palm frond without much force, which she felt was more tingly than painful. Occasionally, one of the leaves would brush against her pussy and send a jolt through her.

He stopped and she heard the leaves being broken off. He then began to smack her with the palm stem and she could certainly feel it now. As he continued hitting her naked buttocks she could feel them beginning to sting and her earlier feeling of relaxation quickly disappeared.

“Please stop now” she moaned but this only seemed to make him quicken the strokes. Just as she felt she couldn’t take any more, he stopped.

She could feel herself panting as relief spread over her. A cold ice cube was then rubbed over her naked red bottom and as the ice melted, the cold water dribbled down over her anus and on to her pussy lips. She began to feel annoyed at what had happened but somehow quite horny at the same time, as she thought of herself bent over the table with her bare buttocks pointing upwards.

As her hands were untied from the table and she was led off down the path, it seemed as if the sun was less bright now. Maybe her eyes were playing tricks on her after being blindfolded for so long.

She heard a door slide open and her foot was lifted up to the step. She was led across the wooden boards and assumed she was in her bedroom. She was made to kneel down and as her head went forward she could feel the softness of her fine cotton duvet embrace her.

One of the ties from her wrists was removed and replaced with what felt like a soft furry wristband. Her arm was then pulled forward and secured. The same then happened to her other wrist and a similar soft band was placed round each of her legs above her knees. Her legs were then pulled apart and the ties secured.

Jane lay on the bed, her face nuzzled in the duvet and breasts squeezing out each side of her chest. Her bottom was fully exposed and her parted legs exposed her pussy.

She wiggled, as she felt a warm sticky liquid being drizzled over her bum and running down in to her anus and over her pussy lips.

She then heard the bedroom door slide shut and footsteps fade in to the distance. Her mind starting working overtime as she knelt tied by the bed, her own pussy juices mingling with the warm liquid, her legs splayed …

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Since John and I were best friends since childhood, I was happy when he invited me to go skiing with him and his mother Janice during Christmas vacation. It was the end of my first semester of college, and yet I could not get the previous encounter between Janice and I out of my mind. I would constantly think of her, and the few times I spoke to her on the phone, she told me that she kept thinking about me too. Occasionally, when John wasn’t there with her, we would have phone sex, and her moaning would bring back those memories.

The week of Christmas, I went over to John’s house with my bags. He and Janice met me at the door. John greeted me in our usual friendly way, and Janice stepped up and hugged me. She was wearing a black t-shirt and sweatpants, and her light-brown hair was pulled back. When she pressed into me, I could feel her nipples poking through her shirt. The thought of her not wearing a bra over those 34D breasts made me smile. She kissed me on my cheek and told me that she was happy to see me. That night, the three of us had dinner and talked about what went on in the months since we last saw each other. Janice sat across the table from me and would raise her foot to slide up and down my leg. Once, when John wasn’t paying attention, she winked at me, and that made my cock harden really fast. It was difficult maintaining my composure through the conversation.

That night, I slept in my usual place, on the sofa bed. I was having pleasant dreams when a sensation awakened me. Through the haze of waking up, I felt something warm and wet working over my cock. I looked down and could see Janice’s silhouette in the dark. Her head was over my crotch and her lips were wrapped around my shaft. I moaned and she looked up. Even through the low light I could tell she was smiling. “Hey there, big guy. I figured you might like this.” She then continued sucking my cock. Her lips were warm over my rod as her tongue worked over my head. I ran my fingers through her hair as her mouth worked me over. I felt one of her hands begin to play with my balls. She gently massaged them with her fingers, bayan escort gaziantep making me moan a little louder. Her mouth engulfed my dick even more, my head reaching the very back of her mouth. My breathing became faster and faster. She started humming, the vibrations sending shivers through my spine. My heart was pounding in my chest as the pressure built up within me. She gripped my shaft with her other hand and worked it. I let out a long grunt as my hot semen shot out of my cock and into her mouth. She kept her lips around my rod, swallowing all the cum that came out of my head. When I was done, she moved up the bed and kissed me deeply, the taste of my cock on her lips.

“What about you?” I asked her.

“Don’t worry, you can make it up to me later,” she whispered into my ear. She then left the den and I heard her footsteps as she went back upstairs. I pulled the sheet back over me and fell into a very relaxed sleep.

The next morning, it was time for us to leave. We got our bags and drove to the airport. We talked the whole way there, even though I was distracted by my thoughts of last night. The flight to the resort was not that long, and I tried to think of other things, but with Janice sitting next to me on the plane, the only thing on my mind was the fact that her legs were touching mine.

The ski resort was very nice. It was a hotel with a lot of activities. There were pools, hot tubs, skiing, ice-skating, a gym, spa, and lots of other stuff. We each had our own room, with Janice’s room in between John’s and mine. Shortly after we got there, we walked around the hotel, and John was already looking at some of the women there. I pretended to do the same, but Janice was the one I was really thinking of.

On Christmas Eve, there was a knock on my hotel room door. I opened it to see Janice was standing there in a bikini. The left cup was red and the right one was white, and the bottoms had the coloring reversed. “Get your swimming trunks on and knock on my door when you are done,” she said to me. She then winked cim cif gaziantep escort bayan at me as I closed the door and got dressed. My heart was racing as I tried to think of what she had planned. Two minutes later I knocked on her door, and she opened it with a smile. “Okay, let’s go,” she said as she stepped out and closed the door behind her.

Janice put her hand on my arm as she led me through the hotel to the lower floors. She stepped up to a door and pulled a key out of her bikini top. “I reserved a hot tub for us,” she said as she unlocked the door. She walked in and I watched her ass jiggle in the bikini as I went in behind her. The room was dimly lit and I could see a bottle of champagne on the side of the hot tub with two glasses. Janice took my hand and led me to the hot tub. I helped her as she stepped down into the hot water and then I followed. The heat of the water caused our skin to turn pink. We walked over to the side of the tub with the champagne and she opened it, pouring each of us a glass. We saluted each other and drank it down. She giggled as she sipped, lightly touching her nose. I smiled at her, amazed at how beautiful she looked.

Janice and I sat there in the tub for a long time, drinking the champagne and just talking. When the bottle was empty, she smiled at me, a glint in her eyes. “Do you remember what I said that night back in my house?”

“Yeah,” I replied, my cock starting to twitch in my trunks. Janice reached behind her and pulled the string at the back of her bikini. It fell off into the water, revealing her tits. The top floated away as she moved closer to me, her floating breasts pressing into my chest. Janice wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned up, her lips touching mine. We engaged in a slow, passionate kiss. Her tongue slid out of her mouth and played with mine. I took my hands and placed them on her ass. Janice moaned as my fingers began rubbing and kneading the flesh of her round cheeks. We held each other closely, our kiss lasting for a while.

Janice cinsel bilgiler pulled away from the kiss slowly, a wide smile on her face. She then reached down and pulled the elastic of my trunks down. I lifted my legs and let her slide the shorts off of me. She grabbed my hard rod in her hands and looked into my eyes. I put my hands in between the fabric of her bikini bottoms and her skin and slowly peeled it off and down her thighs. I licked her nipple as my body moved down to take the clothes off her. Janice wrapped her arms around my neck again and then, lifting her legs up, put her legs around my waist. I took the head of my cock and placed it at the entrance to her warm pussy. She slowly slid down my shaft, her lips tightly gripping my hard member. She let out a long sigh as her weight pushed her down the length of my rod. I held onto her ass as she began flexing her legs, making her move up and down. I moved my mouth down and started sucking on her erect nipples. Janice’s warm breath came out in short intervals on my neck as she began panting. The heat of the water and the sex made our skin glisten from sweat. My tongue flicked across her nipples while they were in my mouth. Janice’s nails dug trails into my back. Her soft ass bounced in my hands as she rode my cock. I could feel how deep in her my cock was. We were both moaning louder and louder. Janice pulled my head up and started kissing me again. Her pussy was hot as it slid over my rod. I felt her ass hit my balls every time she slid down. Our tongues began moving in a mad frenzy in each other’s mouths. I had never felt so good before in my life. Janice’s moans became louder and more passionate as I fucked her closer to orgasm. The waves in the water were getting faster and deeper from our movement. Our groins were grinding against each other, building up the pressure within us. Janice kept telling me how she wanted me to fill her pussy with my cum. I felt my cock get rock hard. Janice’s pussy walls started pulsating, her climax sending waves of pleasure through her body. I could feel the muscles of her cunt grip my member as it spit hot cum into her. My entire body shook as I emptied my semen deep into her pussy. As I came down off my high, something came over me. I heard the words escape my lips before I even realized what I said. “I love you Janice.” I looked into her eyes as we began kissing again. We stayed in that position for a while, our nude bodies pressed together in celebration. That was a Christmas I will never forget.

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Dr Tyson Ballou walks to the hospital private lobby A which only admittance to his family alone. He did not expect anyone else, beside his family members to be loitering the lobby area but indeed he is upset that Jane was not at the security counter as she will normally be seated there. Normally, every morning he will be greeted by the beautiful latina. At first they will exchange a few pleasantries before Jane the vixen will entice Tyson for a quickie at the back of the security tiny office.

Jane possesses an impressive 34DD breast which has been Tyson sole desire in a woman. The young doctor has always a soft spot for large breast. Their normal quickie routine will normally seeing Jane giving Tyson a much needed blow job which he refer it as his morning boost for the rest of his busy schedule running the hospital together with his elder brother Dr Hermann Nicoli. Jane, after their first quickie encounter, will always be not wearing any bra and panty, underneath her security uniform. And sometime Tyson might prolong their sex session from 30 minutes and up to 1 hour. Often, he will have it inside his BMW X6 which he normally park nearby the lobby A.

Tyso has been looking forward of his sex session with Jane. Well, recently he has been feeling the stress of piling works since his elder sister left the hospital after her argument with their eccentric father. And his sex session has been a great release for him. This week alone he has spend almost every spare hours having full blown sex with Jane which he normally will have it inside his BMW. Jane has requested to have it in his private suite but he simply ignore the latina wayward request. There are rumor going around in the hospital that Jane has been showing-off about their sex session to anyone who willing to hear her boasting.

Tyson only cares about burying his penis deep inside her vagina and sucking off her nipples to his delight.

When Tyson step out the elevator with dark mood. His penis is in pain. He ignored the greeting of his secretary, walking straight ahead to his office. However, he press the intercom to summon Lily inside his office. He stood facing the large window that oversee the Han River. Behind him, he heard the door open and close, indicating Lily presence in his office.

“Where is Jane?”

Lily was not surprise with Tyson direct question. She knows about their affair and Tyson did not make any effort to hide it, not even with his parent. However, from what she has heard from Dr Hermann, the family has been blisteringly mad about Tyson shenanigan and has secretly arranged to eliminate Jane from the hospital. And they just did that. As Lily remembered correctly, last night after their qualities session together, Dr Hermann has told her that from today onwards the hospital will cease their contract with Jane’s employer. However, Dr Hermann has instructed her to keep her silent.

“Hospital has terminate the contract due to negligent.”

Tyson closed his eyes, trying hard to stay calm. Without opening his eyes lid, he waved Lily out from his office. However, he quickly open his eyes to watch the swaying hip of Lily. His penis is growing hard by the second. Well, if only Lily did not sleep with his brother, his penis should now be inside her thick lip.

Feeling all bothered with his current situation, he decided to seek his brother help. So he goes straight ahead to Hermann office but when he reached the entrance to Hermann inner office, he stop short. His eyes zone in to the object of his deep desire and he could feel a surge stirring down his harden shaft. A large round breast which he knows by heart must be size 32G – a much bigger than Jane’s 34DD. The breast has been snuck tight by the blouse that the lady has worn and from the look of it, he could see an almost visible nipples underneath the thin material. His hand has been itching to grab hold that large breast this instant.

Luckily there is an distraction to his sensual thought.

“May I help Dr Ballou?” Her sweet voice ringing lovely in his hearing.

“Hermann? But who are you?” His eyes looks up to the owner of that large breast and sweet voice. He is astounded by her sensual beauty.

“I am his new secretary. Dr Nicoli is inside.” The new secretary who has risen from her comfy seat, was about to open the door knob for Tyson. But the latter has been quick to trap her against the wall behind her. He watch the new secretary hitching her breathing nervously. And he could not help but smile at her cute reaction.

“Name?”

“Alice Beachamp.” From the corner of her eyes, she could see the massive protruding which she knows must be Dr Tyson penis. Deep in her heart, she wish that she could massage it before bringing her slutty mouth to swallow the penis. Well, she seriously love penis. The meaty the better!

As if he could read her mind, Dr Tyson grind his harden penis against her clit while his beautiful manicured hands too massaging her large breast. She involuntarily open her mouth as she gasping in pleasure. Her hands linger at the side of Tyson adıyaman escort bayan side. Then she felt her mouth has been envelope by Tyson lip. She groan out in pleasure. His magical hand now has found her harden nipples. His fingers begin to flick it and rubbing the nub in between his thumbs.

Then everything stop as if someone has pull a brake pedal. Alice open her eyes to see the searing eyes that belongs to Tyson Ballou. The same eyes that also scream pure lust. “I want you…” Tyson lean back and press the intercom that connect to Hermann office number.

“Hermann…” While waiting for his brother to response, Tyson continues to hold Alice in his arm. The woman relent but she keeps her eyes in between his face and his penis.

“What are you doing calling me through Alice intercom?” Tyson push Alice a bit so has to reach inside her A-line skirt for her panty and eventually her clit. He felt wetness underneath her. His hand then pulls down her panty that torn it into pieces.

“Just to tell you that I want to have her for how long, I’m not so sure. So you will not be panic if you can’t find her at her work station.” Tyson smell the sensual smell that the panty gives off. “Go ahead, bro!” He detect approval from his elder brother voice. But just like normal situation, he choose to ignore it.

Tyson keeps on grinding his erected penis against Alice throbbing clit. Her panty has long gone somewhere in the office after Tyson roughly torn the flimsy undergarment. She widen her legs apart to make room for the penetration.

Alice involuntary gasping as her desire surge up. Not only she has to tolerate the surging desire from the penetration, Tyson roving hands expertly massaging her large breast. Her desire is peaking up to the point of ecstasy.

“Let’s take this somewhere that no one could hear you scream for me!” With that, Tyson heave her up over his shoulder and dash to the private elevator that only his family has the excess.

Once in the elevator, Alice struggle to get down from Tyson broad shoulder. Tyson relent. As Alice hands trying hard to unbuckle his belt, again Tyson ripped off another pieces of her clothes. This time it is her A-line skirt. And then her blouse from the hemline at the back.

“I didn’t have extra clothes to wear…” exclaimed Alice weakly.

“You going home with me NOT!!…wearing a thing on your fabulous body!!” And he ripped off her flimsy bra. As the result of Tyson forceful ripping of her bra, Alice 32G breast bounce a little too harshly that Alice could feel the pain searing in her flesh.

Tyson push her a distance away to have his eyes filled with her nudity. Alice breast is definitely a dream comes true. Her nipple is a size of medal. And the nub is not too dark which suit him best. The roundness of her breast seems to be so juicy and bouncy. He can have a field day with it although he is not much into on Tit-sex. As a result of what he’s seeing, his groin straining to its largest length. Alice saw it too. Her attempt to unbuckle his pant was unsuccessful. She is determine to give it another try which Tyson gladly allows her to continue.

The moment she let loose the already harden shaft that neatly fall on her palm, she felt so excited and amazed by the merest size of it. Not only, his penis is longer than 8-inches but it is very thick and heavy. Alice begins to worry that his shaft might not fit in her vagina from the look of it. Tyson watch the changes in Alice face expression. He could guess as much.

He leaned down kissing her passionately. His hands give a quick squeeze on both of her breast. “It will fit inside you. And I will make sure of it!” He then dragged her hand to massage her shaft. Alice felt so aroused from the touching. This encourage her to continue of what she now desire to do with his shaft before it will be buried inside her.

Alice begin her process of giving Tyson the best hand-job before starting her secret move to deep throat the whole of Tyson harden penis. Tyson who trying hard not to scream out loud at the first touch of her tongue on the tip of his penis, could no longer hold on tight from where he is backwardly bend over the kitchen counter.

“Arghhh!!” Tyson shut his eyes so tightly as he felt the rushing of his orgasm surging out from his penis. The effect is so strong that even Alice attempt to calm him by pulling BOTH his balls was a total failure. Tyson thrash about after wave and wave of his orgasm overwhelm his body and mind. Down below, he knows that his seeds comes out-pouring from his penis. Alice did not waste a moment to drink-up the white juice of Tyson seeds until the last drop. Tyson penis is so thick that it does gives Alice a challenge to deep throat the whole of his shaft even though her jaw is a bit of in pain from her widening the entrance of her mouth.

Tyson had it enough of been the receiving end of this great pleasure. He want to be the dominant between them. Right after the last of his orgasm died out, he pull out his penis from Alice akkent escort bayan sensual lip and pulling her for a knock-out kiss. Alice groan into the kiss when she felt Tyson fingers flicking her nipples and rubbing it to ignite her deep-seared desire. Alice climb onto Tyson lap with his penis in-between them. Tyson keeps on coming back to her lip kissing it so hard yet passionate. He scooped up her ass and carries her to lie her down on top of the kitchen counter -top. When he has climb up the kitchen counter-top, with Alice lie down underneath him, Tyson push apart her legs and position the tip of his penis at the entrance of her wet clit.

Alice rise on her arm for support and watch Tyson as he push in his thick and long penis inside her clit. His penis has grown so long that she knows it is longer than 8-inches. “12 -inches…” Alice rounded her eyes when she heard the length of his penis.

Tyson did not slow down and continue to keep on pushing his pride and joy. Alice begin to feel the searing pain but at the same time, she is so aroused by the feel of it. Suddenly she screamed out loud as her vagina started to contract onto Tyson penis. But Tyson has another 5-inches more before the whole of him buried inside her vagina. Tyson watch Alice seems to move against his penetration of her vagina. Quickly Tyson stop her attempt with distracting her on other stuff – her breast.

Alice rise on her arm for support and watch Tyson as he push in his thick and long penis inside her clit. His penis has grown so long that she knows it is longer than 8-inches. “12 -inches…” Alice rounded her eyes when she heard the length of his penis.

Tyson did not slow down and continue to keep on pushing in his pride and joy. Alice begin to feel the searing pain but at the same time, she is so aroused by the feel of it. Suddenly she screamed out loud as her vagina started to contract onto Tyson penis. But Tyson has another 5-inches more before the whole of him buried inside her vagina. Tyson watch Alice seems to move against his penetration of her vagina. Quickly Tyson stop her attempt with distracting her on other stuff – her breast.

Tyson always love about breast. For him, the larger the better. However, he hates if it is way too big that it looks weird on the body. His much preferred breast size is 32G. And the smallest breast that he could tolerate is just one size smaller than 32G which is 34DD. It is difficult for him to find his perfection woman which is a combination of 32G + beauty. He normally end up with either one of those factors. Jane do have the beauty but she is lacking the perfect breast size that he wanted.

Now that he has found Alice, in his mind he already plan out what’s need to be done to ground her in his life.

As for sex skill, Tyson preferred his woman to master the only skill for deep-throat-ing. And to maintain her figure along with hygiene is another great expectation from him. He could provide his woman with anything her heart desire but in return she needs to fulfill his expectations.

“Scream to your heart content. No one could hear you…”

His sex acts always comprises of a direct missionary penetration of his 12-inches huge penis down into his woman vagina and he will make sure the whole inches will be buried inside. Also he will not be applying any sort of gel or cream to ease the pain of his penetration.

When he is in that missionary position, he will hold her down as he begin to thrust her deeper and deeper until he could reach his first full blown orgasm. To add more intensity, he will play around with the breast.

His second act will be him giving his full endearing attention on her breast with his penis still buried deep inside her. His hand will continuously massage through the largeness of her breast while he rub the nub in-between his fingers. He will also flick the nub with his tongue, swirling it before he sucking the nipples like a baby. His favorite spot to suck other area of the breast will be underneath the breast.

He hates the idea of tits-fucking which is a famous move amongst his friends.

All the while he will buried his now growing penis without a single move inside the vagina. He knows this will torture his woman and it will cause her great pain. Thus this gives him a great satisfaction and it will aroused him greatly. When the intensity has increase, eventually he will change the position with him lying underneath the woman as she will straddle his hip. The woman will then be in a cow-girl position in which she will be riding both of them into orgasm.

When he is in this position, normally Tyson will try not to release his orgasm and holding it out for as long as he could. He will be enjoying his view watching the bouncing of the 2 breasts. He don’t even bother to move his hip.

This is his third act.

When he could no longer hold out his orgasm and too much aroused by the sight of bouncing breasts, even without waiting for his woman to reach her orgasm, he will change their gaziantep anal yapan escort bayan sex position.

This is his following actions.

Still with his penis inside her vagina, he will turn her body position side way. The woman will most definitely scream out from this sudden feel. Because when he change the body position, his penis will follow suit and with his thick penis the sensation will be heighten.

In this peak climax, he will forcefully give out his full strength to ramp his harden penis deeper inside her vagina. And he will never stop no matter until he ride off his orgasm.

For his last act, he will normally allow the woman to satisfy her needs but nothing strenous for him. He refuse to indulge the woman in any sex move that he hates. Such as tits-fucking or anything that restrict him from touching her breast.

Back to present…

Now that he has push the whole length of his 12-inches shaft into Alice very tight vagina, he goes a bit further by pulling out his penis but when the tip has reach the tip entrance of her clit, without warning, he ramp so hard into her vagina again and keep on pushing deeper into her vagina. Alice scream so loud – whether in a pleasure or pain, or mixes of both. She shuddered in agony. But that did not stop Tyson to continue with his normal sex routine.

Despite seeing Alice in pain because of his action, Tyson continues to thrust his penis deeper while his hands hold Alice thighs preventing her to move against his thrust. In a quick moment, Alice felt a surge of pleasure from Tyson vice penetration in her. She looks up to Tyson handsome face and feels so aroused. Tyson looks so focus as he keeps on slamming his penis in her vagina. His eyes was train on her bouncing breast. She knows that has play a great part in arousing his sexual desire. Alice wish that she could be part of this lovemaking but Tyson has a hard grip on both her hands. Her breast was bouncing so hard that it keeps on hitting her chin. Feeling of pain from all over her body was forgotten by just the merest sight of Tyson magical penis that was buried inside her vagina.

She could feel the build up of her orgasm. The intensity of Tyson thrusting did not waver. Instead he seems to fast forward his speed a notch. Alice squirm. Her eyesight now begins to be blinded with star as she felt the release of her orgasm warming her stomach.

Above her, suddenly she heard Tyson roar out as he arch his back.

“Arghh!!” And Alice too forward next. Tyson felt his seeds out pour inside her vagina and if he pulls his penis out of her vagina, he knows there will tonne of seeds dripping out. But he has no intention of pulling his still harden shaft that soon. As he wanted to ride off his initial orgasm, he decided to release Alice arms that he has hold tight underneath her thighs. His focus now turns to her breast.

Automatically, Alice hip move against Tyson pelvis. He maintain the same speed after he reach his orgasm, Alice expertly match his thrust. She could feel the still harden penis moving deeper in her vagina. Tyson begin to massage her breast with his free hand while the other begin to rub the nub as to show the exact reaction that he is expecting – a harden nub. He then brought his mouth to her nipple. He flick the nub with his tongue, and swirling. Then he begin to suck the nipples just like a baby. By then, Tyson has cease his thrust and allows Alice to continue moving against his pelvis.

After he has his fill with both of her nipples, Tyson tongue travel downward of her breast. He want to find Alice sensitive spot so that he could go back sucking that spot in future foreplay.

Above him, Alice groaning and purring seems like a song in his ear. Then Alice begins to shudder. Her hands grabbed his head pushing against her breast. Tyson found her sensitive spot way right below her rigth breast. If in future that he wants to lazily pleasure her, he is left with no choice to bare her breast just to suck that one spot.

He lift himself up on both his arms and watch Alice overwhelm by her orgasm. He lifted her body, with she still riding out her orgasm and Tyson penis still buried inside her. Her legs hook on his waist. Slowly he climb down the kitchen counter and head towards his favorite spot in the room – his lazy 1-arm rest sofa that face infront the large mirror overlooking the Hans river.

Alice has cease her thrusting but when she tries to climb down from his waist, Tyson stop her.

“We are not done yet!” He tighten his hold on her small waist.

He carefully laid back against the armrest and separate Alice legs from his waist. Alice is leaning down to his body but Tyson push her to sit up straight. She moaned as his penis divulge deeper up in her vagina.

“Let’s ride, baby.” Tyson begins with thrusting upwards against Alice to encourage her to ride on his harden penis. Alice take that as a cue and did as she has been order to. She grind at first and begin her cow-girl ride. She needs to rise a bit further up due to Tyson lenghten penis but the feeling is so worth it. As she started to ride and getting faster by the intensity, her large breast too keeps bouncing up and down. The faster she gets, the higher her breast goes up and down. For Tyson, it is a beautiful sight to watch and he is truly amazed by it. It is very tempting for him to roughly grabbed her breast and suck off those delicious looking nipples.

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The country club

I had pulled off of Interstate 5 (I-5) near Sacramento and was following my GPS to a country club restaurant that was supposed to be an excellent dining experience.

For a Wednesday night the parking lot seemed abnormally full, so I self parked just shy of the boon docks and walked to the club house.

The lobby was mostly empty as I walked up the reservation desk. The Maître ‘d looked at me and I said, “Dinner for one please.”

His soft but pleasant reply was, “It will be about 10 minutes sir, if you wait in the lounge I will come and get you when your table opens. Your name please.”

“Jack.”

He smiled as he made a note on his seating chart.

As I turned and headed toward the lounge a very striking lady was headed from the restroom back toward a banquet hall.

Her left hand was devoid of rings on the third finger but sported a quite large evening ring on her middle finger.

Without confronting her I said, “Good evening my lady. I would be honored if I could buy you a drink.”

She stopped, looked at me with a somewhat startled stare and said, “Do you know who I am?”

I replied, “No, but if we could share an after dinner drink I would be glad to learn all about you.”

She seemed a bit flustered but replied with absolute certainty, “No.” as she walked into the quite full banquet hall.

“Well,” I thought to myself, “Ya gotta swing in order to hit. Strike one for today.”

I looked back at the Maître d’ as he had observed the entire exchange. I shrugged my shoulders and gave him the “Oh well” look and slight hand gesture that accompanies that thought.

He smiled back. I went into the lounge and sat at the bar. I ordered a vodka tonic with a lime twist and settled in watch a large flat screen that had a basketball game playing.

I was half way through my wait time and my drink when a fucking 18 wheeler ( a semi-trailer and tractor for long hauls in US and Canada) hit me in my left side chest. It hurt so much that I couldn’t even breathe.

I collapsed down and in and the next thing I remember was laying on my right side with a whisky breath snarling,

“Well let’s see Mr. Jack from Seattle. I don’t want some old skank like you bothering any of the ladies in MY town. So you get your ass back into your car and get the fuck out of Dodge. If I see you again I’ll make your life miserable. Got IT?”

Then it must have been a small dump truck that hit me on my left cheek.

It got quiet for a long time until I was aware of a couple of Emergency Medical Technicians (EMTs) loading me into an ambulance.

Shit, that hurt.

Then darkness

I woke up to a smiling young Candy Striper that said, “Good morning. I’ll go get your nurse.”

I laid waiting for the nurse when the Maître d’ from the country club appeared at the foot of my bed.

“Good morning Jack. May I call you Jack?”

My jaw was uncomfortable to move so I just gave a mini nod of my chin.

“I’m sorry for what happened last night. The temp barman filled me in. You had a bad reaction to an asshole named Detective Brian Mumber.

The lady that you asked for a drink must have told him about your kind offer and he probably wanted to make sure that you knew where the butter was on the bread.”

“Yeah, he did suggest I get on the first stage out of town.” I mumbled.

“He is one mean crooked son-of-a-bitch! The lady was one of our cities finest (he did air finger quotes during the word finest) judges. Judge Madeline S. DeRobio. What I’m going to tell you right now will be the best piece of advice you ever get.”

I focused and squinted a bit and he continued.

“Leave it go. You can not get justice or even the score with that animal in this town. If you try, you may well just disappear like some other people have.

The club has covered your accident’s hospital bills. There was no permanent damage except maybe to your ego. So I say again, my friend Jack, let it go.”

I started to tear up at the thought of being so impotent that I could do absolutely nothing after being beaten by a drunken cop. Fuck justice, I wanted revenge now.

“So how do I get the son-of-a-bitch if he owns the town?” I asked.

“You can’t. But I will give you a telephone number to call when you get discharged. Maybe he can help. Call from a phone that has absolutely no connection to you. That is important, understand?”

I nodded my understanding. He turned and went to the door. “It’s just best to let it go.”

He disappeared into the hall and I never saw him again. I was left with my pain, anger and hate.

I vowed to get the son-of-a-bitch.

Two weeks later I bought a cheap phone from WalMart and made the call and set up a meeting at a coffee shop back in California.

I told my story

to Paul Ingles. “I want nothing to do with this.” He said. “I will do the detective work but there will be nothing EVER in writing tying the two of us together. Cash only, we meet here at this coffee palace, 10:00am on the third Tuesday of the month. Antalya travesti You never call me, you never come by or ever admit that you have ever seen me.”

“Why?” I asked.

” Detective Brian Mumber is a mean crooked smart son-of-a-bitch. I don’t want anything that I find coming back on me.”

“Five thousand dollars, cash up front and I’ll begin my investigation. It’ll probably cost you twice that by the time that I’m done.”

I put 5K into his hand and said, “I’m going to trust you on this one.”

He replied, “Your trust is well placed.”

Now you probably wondered how I happen to have an extra 5K hanging around. I own six truck rental companies spaced out between Seattle, and San Ysidro ( at the Mexican border).

I have lots of money and land holdings where I do business and store my vehicles. One of my rental yards in California is run by Miguel and his family. Miguel, clearly an illegal immigrant but I put him to work cleaning up around the shop. He was eager and wanted to learn. His wife was born in New Mexico and they had four kids.

The college aged daughter was running the office, While her mom went out into the Spanish speaking community and drummed up a fantastic amount of business. I moved the family into the residence at the rental yard and picked up Jessie’s college expenses.

They were loyal employees.

It was a month later on the second Tuesday and I had flown down to California to meet with Paul Ingles.

“I need another 5K”, he said.

“Ok, what do you have to report?” I asked. “Nothing final, but we’ve got a good lead.”

I gave him the quizzical look and he simply said again, “Trust me on this one. I hired some young legal beagles and they’re just about done. I think we got him.”

The next month I was setting in our meeting place and a courier handed me a large flat package and asked me to sign for the unit.

I signed and was handed a thick envelope that contained just an E-pad.

Paul’s report was the only file on the tablet.

I took the tablet and left the coffee house and flew back to Seattle. The next day later I read and viewed the entire file.

I read the text report complete with video files and prints. I was seething with anger when I was done. I went outside and split wood for over an hour before I soothed my savage soul and came up with

A Plan.

I knew what had to be done.

Paul scheduled us a meeting in exactly one year at the coffee shop.

From the report:

Possible victim? Mrs. Betty Newcastle and her husband Douglas. Definite victim: Mr. Jack Maloof and his wife Maggie.

Paul’s team did a personal interview with Mrs. Betty Newcastle. The ruse was “Community Policing”.

An interview with Mrs. Betty Newcastle regarding Detective James Terwilliger .

The summary: Mrs. Betty Newcastle said “Detective Terwilliger was such a nice guy. He helped her after her husband was sent to prison. He got her a job, an apartment and helped her get into a community college training program.”

Detective Terwilliger glowed from her eye’s view.

She did not mention the weekly sex scissions the two engaged in. Paul’s team slipped into her apartment while she was gone and hid video cameras in her bedroom and taped about three hours worth of them having sex.

They also did the same to Mrs. Maggie Maloof.

I watched video clips from each lady’s apartment.

The trial transcripts summary tied everything together. Paul’s team had done a through job. I had a pretty good view of the two crooked cops.

The rumor was that Detective Brian Mumber was fucking the judge and was directly responsible for her husband’s going missing in Mexico seven years earlier.

The husband had flown to Cabo San Lucus but for some reason rented a car and boarded the ferry to Topolobampo. He was never seen again but his rental car was still on the ferry when it pulled into port.

Step One, The taking of Detective Mumber.

I hired two tough guys from a Soldier of Fortune type website. They weren’t cheap, but I figured they would be worth the money. That was a story in itself for another time. How do you cover your ass if you’re hiring two unknowns to do criminal work and are leery that they might be FBI informants?

I claimed to be Mrs. Maggie Maloof’s brother. I told them as much info as I could without them getting a clue as to who I really was. I met separately with each .

I armed each of them with industrial strength Tazers but asked them to provide their own personal defense weapons. They did not meet until the action day.

If I could not capture Detective Mumber I would just kill him. He was that big of a pariah.

Early the next morning , I backed one of my cube rental vans into the parking slot at the bottom of the stairs leading to Mrs. Maloof’s apartment. This is where Mr. Dumber usually exited the building after raping Mrs. Maloof.

I had Louisa, a shapely little thing, dress up in a short skirt, heels and white nylons to distract Mumber as he İstanbul travesti came down the stairs.

She was up in the truck struggling with a large box near the back end of the cargo bay. The rollup door was wide open and the hydraulic lift gate was down.

Of course she was bent over and showing off her red satin kick pants. Detective Brian Mumber fell for the ruse and approached the back of the truck.

As he stepped up onto the lift gate, my two Soldiers struck with their tazers and he crumpled onto the steel platform.

Louisa, rotated the empty box down onto the lift gate and covered the fallen man. She pulled the lever and brought the hydraulic lift and it’s three occupants, up even with the truck’s floor.

Under the cover of the cardboard box.. Detective Brian Mumber was moved into the front of the truck’s cargo area.

Mumber was stripped of his cell phone, two pistols and handcuffs, He was hog tied and locked into a steel cage that was just big enough for him to lie prone.

His ass was mine. Beat me you fucker! Paybacks a bitch isn’t it?

Louisa, stepped onto the lift gate with my two other agents and pulled the roll up door down. The lift gate took all three down to the ground and they walked away in three different directions.

I walked back and put the lift gate up into a vertical position. I slid back into the cab of the truck and drove steadily south on Highway 99 until I ultimately came to Dumber’s home for the foreseeable future.

My five acre back storage lot had several old (steel) truck body boxes just sitting idle. One of them was sound proofed and dug into the earth about four feet. A toilet was installed. It had an attached chain link exercise yard complete with a hoop and ball.

Detective Brian Mumber was chained inside. Like I said, his ass was mine. Not a word was ever said to him about his situation.

He yelled and screamed for a while, but Miguel did a good job of drowning out his noise with some loud Mariachi music.

The Meeting

with Detective Terwilliger was scheduled for the next day.

I hired a quite good looking young lady to go to the police department and leave a message for detective Terwilliger. I figured if he was a panty hound, I’d temp him into my trap.

It worked.

Two days later he showed up at the place on the invite but late enough to tell me he was in charge. I faked a business card for Angie Glyl (good looking young lady) and offered her up as an insurance investigator.

Miss Glyl; “Detective Terwilliger, I am so glad that you could make it. Come with me and have a seat while I get the file.

Detective Terwilliger, “What’s this all about?”

“Give me two minutes and I will answer all of your questions, OK?”

She led him into a lavish and soundproofed back office and offered him an executive chair and a file to read.

“Please sit down here and review this file while I get the other two.”

He sat down and started to read as Miss Glyl left the room quickly and closed the door.

Fifteen seconds later I opened the door to an observably irritated police detective.

“What the FUCK is THIS?” he demanded.

“Blackmail, detective, blackmail.” I answered sternly.

“You scumbag piece of shit! If you think you can blackmail me and get away with it you’re badly mistaken! Got that mother fucker?”

He headed for the door and I calmly said, “Don’t you want to see the pictures?”

He yanked the door open and came face to face with two rather large men. One held a nickel plated .44 magnum at his face and the other was kneeling with a short barreled 12 gauge Mossberg aimed at his nuts.

I emphasized, “Be Careful detective, these men have been paid to kill you! You can avoid a most certain death by just listening to my presentation.”

“Do I have a FUCK’n choice?”

“Put your guns and cell on the table, come over here sit down and listen. You’ll live longer.”

“You scummy little old fucker! You don’t know who you’re dealing with! I will kill you when I get the chance.” He snarled.

“You may be quite right, however for now, put your guns on the table, come over here sit down and listen. Like I said, you’ll live longer.”

He did as requested. My hired men took his pistols, cell phone, handcuffs and stepped out the and closed the door.

“You are familiar with Mr. Douglas Newcastle’s file are you not?”

Without looking down at the file he said, “Yeah I’m familiar with it! So fucking what?”

“Who was the arresting officer?” I asked.

Without looking down he said, “Detective Mumber .”

“Your former partner, correct?” I asked.

“Are you familiar with Mr. Newcastle’s criminal history?”

“Yah, so what? Muther fucker!”

“Are you aware that he had numerous domestic assault complaints against him filed by his wife?”

“Yah, so what? Muther fucker!”

“Drug charges? How many?” I asked him.

“Quite a few,” He replied

“To me it looks like Detective Mumber did the community a service when İzmir travesti he sent him to Vacaville (Solano sate prison).”

“Yah, so what? What the FUCK’s it to you?”

“Well, you’re fucking his wife Betty every Thursday afternoon before she picks up her kids from school.”

He went to rise up out of his chair, but a simple hand motion reminded him that I had friends in the hall.

He sat back down and glared at me.

I asked again, “Do you want to see the video? Should I show it to your wife? Your captain? I’ve got quite a few hours in living color.”

“So what the FUCK do you want asshole?” He demanded.

“I told you. This is black mail, so here’s what I want …asshole. Loose the attitude and listen politely. Or do I need my friends to come in and sit on you”

“Ok, Ok. What do you want?”

“Read this file.” I handed him the file for Mr. Jack Maloof.

“I don’t need to read it, I know what’s in it. Now what do you want?”

“Read Mr. Maloof’s rap sheet, aloud to me. Right now.” I politely demanded.

“He doesn’t have any criminal history except For the one drug arrest two years ago” was his soft reply.

“Let me get this straight”, I summarized, “Two separate men, both in California state prisons based on a confidential informant’s say that they had large quantities of drugs in their home.”

I continued,

“Detective Mumber arrested one and now you’re fucking his wife once a week. Then you arrested a man that has no criminal or drug history and Detective Mumber is fucking his wife once a week also.

Wow. What a strange coincidence. Wouldn’t you say?”

There was no response from the man with his head bowed.

“Who signed the warrants?” I asked.

“You know damn well who signed the warrants. Look, it’s not what you think. Betty feared for her life and her kid’s safety. Restraining orders did not work. He was an out of control crack head that I ‘m sure would have killed her sooner or later.”

A long silence before he continued.

“Like you said, Mumber did the community a service when he put Newcastle away.”

“I agree.” I replied. “He belongs there. But that was the leverage that Mumber had over you when he wanted to fuck the very pretty and personable Mrs. Maggie Maloof.”

He put his head down and his face in his hands

“The son-of-a-bitch lied to me. He told me that Maloof was cheating on his wife as well as physically abusing her. He faked up some ER files to convince me.”

He continued, “We pulled the same scam on him as we did on Newcastle and it worked. Except that Maloof was a straight arrow accountant. And yes, Mrs. Maloof was a nice lady and a college beauty queen that Mumber wanted to fuck.”

He waffled in the chair and continued,

“I didn’t find out the truth until half way through the trial. I was fucking furious, but what could I do. He had me by the short hairs and wouldn’t let go.”

“I changed partners as soon as I could. I hated Mumber for what he did to Maloof. But he was a good cop so I just walked away from the whole thing.”

There was silence until I said,

“Now you know that Mumber had Jack beaten while he was in county, (jail)” I said.

“No, I didn’t know that.”

“Maloof was beaten on his face so that his wife could see the results of her not slipping out of her panties once a week for your buddy Mumber!” Ok, so my voice was a tad bit elevated.

“Shit! I didn’t know that. He said that Maggie was happy to entertain him in her bedroom.”

“I have video of her being raped by Mumber. She is not a happy camper and cries for a long time after he leaves. Do y’a want to watch the video?”

He shook his head for a ‘no’ answer.

“She lost her husband, her beautiful home and all of their savings and more. Defense attorney fees are high. She gets raped once a week by your ex-partner all because of you.”

I paused for effect then,

“Now who’s the scumbag detective Terwilliger.”

There was no reply.

“What does Mumber have on Judge De Robio?” I asked.

“You got that all wrong. She has something on him. He did a job for her many years ago. He cleaned up some witnesses that were going to get her ass tossed in jail.”

“And the Judges’ husband?” I asked.

“I’m sure he was in on it but he never said a word to me about what really happened. Just innuendos and the like. Shit! Who the FUCK are you anyway?” he demanded.

“You asked what I want. Well now I’m going to tell you what I want. I’m the guy that wants you to convince Judge De Robio to not run for reelection next year.”

I paused for effect and then added, “I’m also the guy that wants Jack Maloof out of prison.”

“How the fuck am I gonna do that?” he snarled back at me.

“Well, let’s see. You lied to get him put away. You just lie to get him released. It’s just that simple.”

“No it’s not just that simple, asshole.”

“Well, you know what I’ve got and I hope that you believe me when I say that I will use what I have to destroy you, your family and Mrs. Newcastle.

Remember, I have two men in the hall.

And if you come after me, the deal is off and I will use what I have against you. And I will have both you and Mrs. Newcastle killed. I’ll also make sure that your wife gets fucked by your brother in Santa Cruz.”

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His Dream Comes True Ch 02

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Peter mesmerized by Anne, as he watches her masturbating to an orgasm in front of him. He sees the large amount of milk streaming from both of her nipples; he thinks to himself, “What is it going to be like to nurse from a her breasts. What sort of a sensation will I get, will she become excited by me sucking on her tit, just how far will Anne to allow me to go and will she let me fuck her. Hopefully soon I may get to see her naked close up and not from up here in my room.”

“O god I’m coming, fuck that feels so good, shit I needed real cock in there, not my two fingers.”

Looking out her window, she just can see Peter through his curtains looking down at her. She has an idea, I wonder how I can get him into my bed and get him to fulfill my needs. He has been looking at me when we had been working out in the garden. I’ve gotten used to it and have even given him a show at times by opening my legs and allowing him to see my knickers up the leg of my lose fitting shorts.

Still using her fingers, she can feel another orgasm building, closing her eyes she pictures in her mind that Peter is fucking her with his big hard cock. Pushing her fingers in as far as she can, Anne can feel the opening to her cervix

My god, I can hear what she is saying down there, she want me to suckle her tits, fuck her, I know how I can get at those milk filled tits now. I will just come straight out and say to her, I can help you with anything you want me to, even private things that you are unable to attend to by yourself. Hell that was the most powerful climax I ever experience so far, what will it be like when I get to fuck her properly.

Lying back on her bed, Anne slowly recovers from her orgasm, looks out the window and sees the faint outline of Peter behind his white curtains. With the small amount of light entering his bedroom from the hall light through his partially open door is casting a very light shadow on the curtain.

Well if he heard me, it too late now, he must know now what I want. Let’s see what he does tomorrow morning when I will ask him to do a few small chores that I unable to do. I will get him to put these large suite cases in the garage. I will tell him that they are too heavy for me to carry, I won’t wear a bra and if he asks, I will tell him that they are hurting me when I wear a bra and if he wants to know why they hurt, I will tell him.

Slowly rising from her bed, Anne walks to her bathroom to have a long hot bath. On the way back to her room, she turns out all the lights, she is totally drained and wants sleep more that anything, except having Peter lying in bed beside her. With in a few minutes of laying her head on the pillow, she is fast asleep.

Peter still is sitting on his bed when she returns to her bedroom and turns off the light. After a few minutes, he get up and makes his way to the bathroom and haves a shower. He is glad that his mother is out with some ladies from her bridge club. He walks back to his room naked and stands in the window looking down at Anne bedroom. He turns out his light and retires to his bed, shortly he is dreaming of being beside her in her bed. He is gently caressing her large swollen breasts, squeezing the nipples, getting milk to leak out and trickle down the side of her breasts.

His mother is calling his name and it takes him a few minutes to realise he been Ankara travesti called. Rubbing his eyes with both hands, he tries to focus on the clock beside his bed to read the time. Seeing that it all ready past 8:30 am he rises out of bed and puts on his dressing gown before heading downstairs to the kitchen. With weary eyes he looks at his mother who says to him, “Well hello their sleepy head, you slept in late this morning. Anne was over a short while ago and asked if you go over to move some heavy things out to the garage for her.”

“Sure thing mum, how long will breakfast be ready, I starving, I can eat a horse with plenty of tomato sauce.”

“Its ready now for you to sit down and eat now, I’d hate to see you eat a horse. When your finish, go up and have a wash before going over to give Anne a hand. I will be going into town for a few hours to get some things for Anne and us. She said that she will give you lunch, so I can spend some time just looking around in town. You know how I like to do a lot of window shopping, I not done this in a long time, you don’t mind do you.”

“No mum, I don’t mind at all, you not had a day to your self for some time, so go and enjoy yourself. One thing I like about you and Anne is, it like I have two mothers now, but I feel that I am neglecting you by all the work I do for her.”

“Far from it, you been a big help around here for me, so don’t ever think that you neglected me in any way.”

“I feel that the amount of time I’ve helped her that you may get jealous by thinking that she taking up most of my time. Anne pays me quiet well for all the work I do for her and I put it the running of the house.”

“I know you do, you got her and our places looking the best in the street and we are both happy with what you done. Now go up and have your wash, because she waiting for you to move the things for her. Anne did say there are two heavy bages that she cannot move by herself. I will see you when I get home later on today.”

“Okay mum, see you soon.”

I walk up to her and hug her and give her a kiss o the check, I can feel her firm breast touching my chest. I start to wonder, why I now took notice of this until now, I begin to like the feeling of her breasts against me. There is that familiar tingling sensation in my cock again, pulling away from her and I turn to go up the stairs. When I in the bathroom I hear mum start the car and back it out the garage down the driveway.

After my shower, I walk to my room and think what am I going to wear. Opening my draws I take out a pair of lose fitting shorts and a sleeve less T-shirt. I pull the shorts on with out putting on any underpants, follow by the T-shirt and slipping on my thongs on my feet.

Walking over to next door, I greeted by Anne at her door and stop dead in my tracks. I look directly at her large braless breasts contained inside the button up see through top and she has black satin shorts on. They have a wide opening leg on them and I cannot make out any lines to show that she has knickers on. Hell, we both have no underwear under our clothes; this is going to be very interesting to say the least.

My god, he cannot take his eyes off my tits, that all I need, my nipples becoming erect and I can feel them starting to leak. I better get him inside now or I will to fuck him out here on the Konya travesti porch, “Come in Peter, I’ll show what I want move out from the spare bedroom out into the garage.”

“No worries Anne, just lead the way sweet lady.”

“You’re a cheeky boy, you just want to check out my butt, don’t you.”

“There other things I like to look at beside your butt Anne.”

“What could that be young man?”

“Well, you know.”

“No, not really, what do boys your age like to look at. Can it be, you like to look at my, big breasts, my swollen tummy or maybe want to look at what between my legs, would that be it.”

I don’t where to look as my face has turned bright red, I try not to look directly into her eyes. After a moment or two, Anne puts her right hand under my chin and lifts it up. Looking into her eyes she says, “It’s nothing to get embarrassed about.”

“What that Anne.”

“Wanting to look at a my body, it only natural, I like to look at men’s body whenever I can. I have seen you looking at me when we have been working in the garden together. Do you like the look of my body, even at this late stage of my pregnancy?”

“This is the first time that I had an opportunity to watch a women body change the way your has over the last six months. ”

“What do you find fascinating about it.”

“Oh, the big change in the size of your breasts, I like big boobs and with your getting bigger all the time, I just can’t stop looking at them. Try as hard as I can, I not able to keep my eyes off them, even now. I love seeing your nipples when they stand out and now they are leaking, I think that so beautiful. I also like the way four tummy pushes out, I think it very attractive and makes you look, ever so radiant.”

“Why would you think that I sexy in this condition.”

“Because you are to me, a very sexy lady if I may say so.”

“Have you been watching me from your bedroom window.”

Lowering my head down ward, I slowly nod it a few times.

“Did you liked what you saw Peter.”

“I know it wrong, very wrong to spy on you like that, but you are a beautiful and I like to spend as much time with you as I can. I’m sorry, can you forgive me, I will not look anymore if that what you want.”

“I know you been watching me for some time now, if I did not want you to see or watch me, I would have closed the curtains. I have enjoyed you watching me, even when I masturbated like last night. I wanted it to be your big cock in my wet cunt, not my fingers. I want to feel you suckling my milk from my breast while you fuck me. I want to feel your body next to mine, as we lay naked in my bed together. Do you want this just as much as I do?”

“More than anything in the world, I wanting this for some time now and I do know that I am too young for you.”

“No your not too young for me, I am very much attracted to you, I like your manor, your pride in your self, I love you for being what you are, your self. How about we get these bags out in the garage and we can discuss this further when that done.”

“Ok, lead me to the bags and show me where in the garage you want them to be stacked.”

With that, Anne leads me into the spare bedroom and points to the bags sitting on the spare bed. I struggle to carry the first bag out to the garage and place it where Anne points too. The İzmir travesti second one is a lot lighter and easily managed, I put on top of the first one. When I return to the lounge room, Anne is waiting for me. She says to me, “Come and sit with me Peter, thank you for doing that.”

When I sit with her, she leans over and kisses me hard on the lips, I feel her hard bloated breasts against my side, and I feel the warmth coming from with in them. She stays leaning on me for a short time, then lift her head slightly to look in my eyes. After a moment, she says to me, “You know, sitting here the way we are now feels so perfect, I love this, and how does it feel for you.”

With a smile on my face, I say, “This is great, I did not know cuddling up like thus could be so good. It different with you than mum, I like feeling you lying against me like this, can we stay this way for a while if we can.”

“We sure can, I mould perfectly into your body, when you had enough would like for me to take off my clothes so you can see my body, do you want to touch and feel my tummy, my tits and my cunt, and I will open my legs so that you can see what it look. You will have to promise me one thing if I do.”

“What that Anne.”

“That you don’t say anything to anybody, not to your mother, not even to any of the boys at Uni. Can you promise me that?”

“Yes, I will promise you Anne, that this will be only between us.”

“Ok, I like you to undress also, if you are going to see me in the nude, I want you to see you naked too my love.”

“Your wish is my command, my lady.”

With that, we separate from each other, I pull the T-shirt over my head and let it drop to the floor. I watch as Anne undoes the buttons on front of her top. Slowly her engorged tits come into view, I clearly se he dark blue veins under the skin. I see her large bark brown nipples and areola, a small droplet of milk forms on both nipples, they hang there for a moment before falling from the excited and distended nipple. She slide it off her arms and I see her full breasts for the first time, standing straight out from her chest. Underneath is her swollen tummy, her belly button turned completely out and I can see some pubic hair is visible at the top of her shorts.

“Do you like them, they are big aren’t they, are they better than any of the girls at Uni, touch them and gently squeeze the nipple to see what happens.”

I place my left hand on her right tit, god it hot to my touch. Sliding my hand over the nipple, I gently squeeze the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. A multiple streams of milk jet out from the nipple end, they ark away from her and land on the floor three feet away. I repeat this five more times before Anne puts her hand over mine and stops me.

I watch her lift her bottom from the lounge and slide her shorts off and along her long shapely legs. I gaze at all the pubic hair covering her virginal mound. Rising slightly I remove my shorts and my hardening cock springs free and stands straight up.

Anne turns herself on the lounge and puts her legs over my lap. Then she opens them and I look at the widening cleft under the pubis hair to see her most private place. I watch the inner lips spread out to reveal her virginal opening. With her hands, she pulls the outer mound fully apart and I see that her fully distended clitoris. Virginal fluid weeps freely from the opening of her cunt and dribbles between the cheeks of her arse. With Anne opened her legs the way she has, my stiff cock lying on her right leg and it is pointing up at the opening of her virginal canal.

END OF CHAPTER TWO

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Hot For a Retired Teacher Ch. 01

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Over the years I have become interested in the architecture of Frank Lloyd Wright, and have made an effort to see his work where I can. Fortunately, there is a substantial body of it, mostly in the Chicago area and in the upper Midwest. Some has been preserved, mostly by private groups, but occasionally by others. One such is the Walter home near Independence Iowa, which has been turned into a state park. I was in the Waterloo area, and decided to check out the house, since it was fairly close by. It was a weekday in early September, so there were not many visitors.

At the appointed time, the tour started. The only other participants were a couple who appeared to be in their mid to late 60’s. The wife had caught my eye. She was a slender blonde wearing jeans and a black men’s style shirt. She was rather small breasted, so even though she had the top three buttons open, she was not showing any cleavage to speak of. Still, she seemed to have an appeal. As we went through the house, she was quite interested in how it was laid out, appliances, furniture, etc., and was looking here and there, checking out all the details she could find. The husband seemed largely uninterested, as if he were just along for the ride, even humoring his wife’s almost obsessive interest. In the living room was a grand piano. The wife asked if anyone played it. The ranger giving the tour said, not much now, but visitors are encouraged to play if they can, as it keeps the instrument in shape. I play piano, so I knocked out a couple of Bach Two Part Inventions and part of a Mozart sonata. I’m a little rusty from lack of practice, but everyone seemed impressed. At the conclusion of the house tour, we were encouraged to go down to the lake the home was built on and see the boat house, which, like most Wright designs, was distinctive.

The wife went down to look at it, and I followed a few minutes later, after checking some other features I wanted to see again in the house. When I got to the boat house, I found the wife inside, looking at the interior. She saw me come in and smiled.

“You play the piano beautifully,” she said.

“I do OK,” I replied. “I really need to practice more.”

“No, that was great. I really enjoyed it. I was imagining what it must have been like to live in the house, with my husband playing for me like that.”

I laughed. “We haven’t even really met, but already you have me married up and playing your piano.”

She smiled again. “Well, a girl can dream, can’t she?? I’m Donna.”

“Tom,” I said. We shook hands. “I saw you were really getting into the house.”

“Yes. I really like Frank Lloyd Wright’s design work. I took an architecture course last year, it really turned me on to his work. Since then I’ve been seeking out the places he designed that are open to the public. This one is fairly close to the house-we live in the Quad Cities area, though we came up last night and stayed at the Park Inn over in Mason City.”

“Yes, I saw that it had reopened. How was it?? I have not had a chance to stay there,” I asked.

“Very nice,” said Donna. “The room was elegant, and the restaurant there is very good. If you get the chance, do it, you’ll like it.”

“I surely will,” I said. “It’s about a day’s drive for me to come up, so that will make a great stopping point if I’m going north. You’ll also have to tour the Stockman home in Mason City if you have not already; it’s open for tours as well.”

“We saw it yesterday when we arrived. I enjoyed it, but I practically had to drag my husband there,” said Donna with a hint of annoyance.

I chuckled. “I got the impression he’d rather be somewhere else.”

“He’d rather be almost anywhere else,” said Donna, laughing. “He retired a little less than three years ago, and would rather be fishing or tinkering with some electronic gadget!!”

“I can see that,” I said. “A lot of people spend their working lives dreaming of being in a bass boat, or hunting down sharks. On the other hand, it’s also good to get out and broaden one’s experience. You can’t fish ALL the time.”

“You haven’t met Frank!!” said Donna, laughing. “He could wake up with a fishing pole in his hand, and not Ankara travesti let go til he went to bed. I’d do more of these on my own, but I don’t drive long distances well, so he takes me. To be honest, I think he’s just looking for more fishing holes. He really is a good guy, just obsessed. He spent most of his career in a technical field, and he tends to get single minded about things. It’s tech stuff or fishing. He doesn’t always see the value in the more aesthetic things in life.”

I thought a minute. “I was going to ask if you’ve ever been to the Price Tower in Bartlesville, but I guess that’s a silly question.”

“No,” Donna answered. “It’s on my list though. It’s one of his more interesting buildings. I understand you can stay there.”

“You can,” I said. “It was designed as a mixed use building, and has rooms on three floors. The rates are reasonable too. I’ve stayed there several times.”

“Really!!” said Donna, perking up. “I’d love to do that, but I’ll never get Frank to take me that far, and it’s too much to do on my own. How are the rooms??”

“Fifties modern, about what you’d expect for the period, but obviously with the Wright flair. You’d like it.”

Donna looked at me, her soft brown eyes glistening in the shadow of the boathouse. “I bet I would. I just have to figure out a way.”

I dug out a piece of paper from my pocket and wrote down my email address. “Please don’t think me too forward, but if you can ever get to southwest Missouri, I’d be happy to take you the rest of the way. Just shoot me a message, we’ll work it out.”

Donna looked at my address, folded the paper in half and stuck it in the front pocket of her jeans. She thanked me, and we headed back up to the house, where Frank and the ranger were waiting to go back to the visitor center. We all had a pleasant chat on the way back up, said our good byes and headed away.

Like most far from home encounters of this nature, I did not expect to hear from Donna. I was quite surprised when one day late in May the following year, I got an email from an unfamiliar address with Price Tower in the subject line. I don’t usually open emails if I don’t know the sender, or have an idea where it’s coming from. Nevertheless, I thought this might be the one I was looking for. Sure enough, it was from Donna. She had decided that she wanted to see Price Tower, among other things, and was planning to make the trip to Oklahoma. She asked if I serious about my offer to take her there. I emailed back, saying, yes, I was indeed still interested, and sent my phone number along with asking for hers so we could make arrangements. Several emails and a couple of phone calls later, it was set. Donna would come down mid June, and I would take her over to Bartlesville, as well as show her Crystal Bridges in northwest Arkansas, and some buildings designed by Wright protégé Fay Jones in the area.

It was a Thursday late afternoon when Donna arrived. She’d had a good trip down from Illinois, despite the 500 mile ride. We went to dinner at one of the local Mexican places, something she thought she’d enjoy, since there were not many in her area. I told her I was surprised to hear from her.

“I wanted to see a couple of interesting historic places in the area, just a day trip. I had asked my husband if he wanted to come along, and he was really resisting the idea, and said, essentially, why don’t you just go on your own. So I did. While I was out, I got thinking about all the places I want to see, and I thought about you and the conversation we had last year up in Iowa. I still had your email, so I sent a message.”

“I’m glad you did,” I said. “After nine months, I didn’t think it was going to ever happen-I mean, you’re from far away, married and all that. I had hoped to hear from you, since I had no way of contacting you, and pursuing married women is a chancy business anyway.”

“I had forgotten I had your email,” Donna replied. “I figured you were mostly wanting to get in my pants as it was, and really had no plans to get in touch til a couple of weeks ago when Frank and I had that blow out. Besides, who would want to hook up with a 68 year old retired Konya travesti school teacher?? After that, I told him there were some places I wanted to go see, and he could come or not, but I was not going to sit around and waste my retirement turning into a vegetable. He said to go, have fun, he wasn’t interested. I was apprehensive at first, but as I got into the trip, I found I was enjoying the ride, and the new found sense of freedom, not to mention the excitement of possibility with someone new, something I had not felt in many, many years. So here I sit, after 45 years of marriage, having dinner with another man. I just hope you’re as real as you told me in your emails.”

“I hope to be,” I said. “I think what I have lined up will prove it.”

“OK,” said Donna looking at me with her soft brown eyes. “What do you have set up??”

“Tomorrow, we’ll go to Crystal Bridges down in Bentonville, with a stop at the chapel in Bella Vista on the way. It was designed by Fay Jones,” I said. We can have lunch on the square in Bentonville, or there are other places in the area that are also fun, and good.” Then we’re off to Bartlesville, where I have a room for us at Price Tower, and a surprise.”

“A surprise??” said Donna, her eyes perking up. “What might that be??”

“If I told you, it would spoil it,” I said, teasing her. “But I think you’ll enjoy it.”

We finished dinner and went back to my place. We shared some wine and talked late, telling each other our stories and getting to know each other much better than we had in a chance meeting and a couple of emails. Finally, having exhausted ourselves, we headed for bed. I had prepared the spare bedroom for Donna-I had a pretty good idea of where things would lead, but didn’t want to seem too forward-but she went with me to my room. She looked at me anxiously, then kissed me tentatively. Our eyes met again. I could see she was still wrestling with the new and unusual turn her life had taken.

“I know this is all new for you, and I don’t want you to feel pressured,” I said to her, hoping to allay any fears. “I have a spare bedroom if you want it.”

“No, I’m OK being here. It is different, I have not been with anyone else in a long time. I just need to go slow. But I want to stay with you.”

I pointed her to the bathroom, getting her a couple of towels and a washcloth. While she was in the bathroom, I stripped down and put on a pair of boxers and got into bed. Donna came out in the light blue tank top she had on when she got to my place, only now without her bra, and white bikini panties. Her breasts were small but shapely, a little hang, but no real sag; and she has what I call “cheerleader legs,” nicely shaped and well toned. She was wearing khaki shorts when she arrived, and I had wondered how she’d look out of them. I was impressed now that I’d had the chance to find out. She got into bed with me, and we kissed gently for a few minutes. I could see she was tired, as it had been a long day for her, so I held her as she curled up with her back to me, and we drifted off to sleep together.

I awoke the next morning around 7:30 to find Donna snuggled up to me, only now my hand was holding her left nipple. Instinctively I rubbed her breast, then realized she had shed her tank top at some point overnight. I hesitated a moment, then Donna stirred, and held onto my arm, gently, lovingly caressing it.

“That feels nice, honey,” she said sleepily.

I took that as a signal, and continued to caress her tit. She turned slowly as she woke up, and kissed me. “That’s a nice wake up,” she said. “I need a minute.”

With that she got out of bed and went into the bathroom. I watched as she walked to the door, clad only in white cotton bikini panties, her little tits bouncing as she walked. I took the opportunity to get up and brush my teeth-morning breath is NOT sexy-then use the toilet while she brushed hers. I was done first, and went back to bed, removing my shorts as I got in. Donna was back in the bedroom a moment later, standing before me in just panties. She looked at me, and pulled them down, revealing a thin wisp of blonde hair and a slightly spread slit that just İzmir travesti barely exposed her inner lips. She smiled and climbed into bed with me, resuming her position. Her back was to me, and again I reached over her, taking her breast in my hand. I rolled her nipple between my thumb and index finger, making her squirm.

“That will wake me up!!” she said, smiling over her shoulder at me. She reached back and started stroking my growing hard on. “Hot for teacher??”

I laughed. “Now you have the answer to your question. I definitely want to hook up with this 68 year old retired teacher.” I kissed her neck, making her giggle playfully.

We continued to play with each other, Donna stroking me to full erection, and I getting her nipples erect, and then reaching down to play with her clit. She took my cock and rubbed it on her pussy, playing it over her clit. I pushed back and forth, rubbing the head over it til I felt her back arch and she shook. I then slipped the head inside her, going in til my shaft was about halfway in. I held there as she adjusted to my cock inside her, playing gently with her clit. I felt her shudder again, so I pulled back, teased her clit with my cockhead, and slid in, all the way this time, til my balls rested on her hot spot.

“Mmmmm…” cooed Donna, snuggling close to me, getting my dick better seated inside her. “I love how you fill me, and your balls are so big!! They feel great up against me like that.”

I slowly started pumping in and out of her, going in as deep as I could, holding there for a minute, then pulling all the way back out. I’d tease her clit and push back in slowly. Her sighs grew more urgent as I’d tease her clit first with my cockhead, then with my tightening balls. After about 10 minutes, she let out a moan, I felt her hips shake, and her pussy gushed with juice. I held my cock deep inside her as she came.

“Ohhhhh…that was wonderful. I haven’t come like that in ages. Come for me, baby. I want to feel it inside me.”

I was already close by then, and it would not be long. A couple more strokes and I was ready. Donna sensed it too. “You’re so big inside me, I feel you pulsing. Let me have it, I want your come…” her voice trailed off. I started to shoot a long burst of sperm inside her, coating her deepest reaches with my seed, then more as I released, long slow jets of come that flooded her and spilled back onto my balls and down the back of her thighs. My balls pulsing on her clit made her come again, crying out as we had our mutual orgasm. I held her tight to me as we came, feeling her tits in my hand and how her nipples were so hard. As we finished and relaxed, I slowly pulled out then pushed back into her, feeling the sloppiness of her flooded pussy. Finally I slipped out, and Donna rolled over to face me, our eyes meeting.

“That was wonderful!!” she said, her eyes sparkling. “It’s been almost 50 years since I told someone to come inside me like that, and did you ever. I’m soaked!!” Donna giggled as a streak of come leaked out of her pussy and onto the sheet.

“I’m glad I could make you feel that way again. As you can tell, I was really turned on being with you. I wasn’t sure how this was going to work out, or if you’d have second thoughts by the time you got here.”

Donna looked at me. “I had a lot of them on the way, and a couple of times I thought, this is crazy, I can’t be seeing someone else while I’m gone, and I almost turned back. But you seemed so welcoming and sincere when we talked, and I thought about what I’d be doing if I just gave up, so I kept going-and here I am. Then last night when you gave me the option of staying in your spare room, and didn’t force anything, I felt really comfortable. Making love just now was beautiful-I love waking up that way. I don’t regret it at all. Let’s see where it goes, and let’s have fun together, wherever it leads.” Donna leaned to me and kissed me, long and deep, and I held her tight.

We broke our kiss, and I said to Donna, “We have a big day, we should get going-much as I’d love to spend it right here.”

“You’re right, we should get going,” said Donna as she got out of bed. She turned to face me; as she did, a stream of come slowly ran down her right thigh. She looked down. “I guess I’ll need a shower!!” she said, scooping up the stray come and licking it off her finger. She smiled and headed for the bathroom. This was the start of what would turn out to be a wonderful relationship.

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Helping Hand

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Sally Perkins pulled her car into the driveway. She sat there for a few moments wondering what she was going to do for the week. Will, her 19 year old son was visiting with his father who moved away after separating from her two years ago.

“Well these groceries aren’t going to put themselves away.” Sally said to herself aloud.

She opened the door and stepped out of the car. The hot late morning sun felt good on her face and heated her body though the light sundress.

Tim, Will’s best friend stood on the street behind Sally. The bright sun made the material almost transparent. He could see the shape of her perfect legs easily.

Sally in a world of her own, walked to the trunk and didn’t even notice Tim standing there. She popped the trunk and grabbed her bags of groceries. Her arms were full when a sudden gust of wind blew up the back of her dress and hooked up on her belt baring her perfect backside and her light pink lace French cut panties. Her legs were naked.

She didn’t even notice her exposure but Tim did. He stared at her ass as she started to walk towards the house. Tim ran up behind Sally; stiffness started to form in his shorts.

“Hi Mrs. Perkins!” Tim called out. “Need some help?”

“Oh! Hi Tim.” Sally said slightly startled. “Yes, can you grab the other bags and shut the trunk? Thank!”

Sally waited for Tim then continued to walk to the front door with her ass still exposed and Tim literally bringing up her rear. He was sporting almost a full erection.

They entered the house and put the stuff in the kitchen. Sally started to put some of the veg away in the fridge bottom crisper draw. Her ass stared directly at Tim.

“Well Tim, how are you doing?” Sally asked but didn’t wait for an answer. “Will is with his Dad this week.”

“I’m good Mrs. P.” Tim finally responded. “Yeah, I forgot he was away.”

Not really. Tim thought Sally was the hottest woman in the neighbourhood and loved coming by to see her. Her short blond hair framed her green eyes, pert nose and full ruby lips. Her body was slender but was blessed with two beautifully sized globes for tits. But those legs were her best assets in Tim’s humble opinion. The white, thin, high heel sandals Sally wore only accentuated her gams.

Sally turned to put the rest of the stuff in the fridge affording Tim ample time to feed his fantasy.

“Well Tim, thanks for helping. Can I offer you something to drink?” Sally asked but suddenly had a feeling of exposure then wiped the back of her dress.

Red faced Sally gasped, “Oops! Sorry! Guess it wasn’t as exciting as the girls at the titty bar you and Will go to.”

“They’ve got nothing on you Mrs. P.” Tim retorted. “You have a real nice body.”

Sally noticed Tim’s bulge and smiled. “Thanks for noticing. Too early for a beer?” as she handed him a cold one.

“Nah, Never too early.” Tim replied.

“You really think I could compete with those young sexy things at the peeler?”

Sally’s words had a hardening effect on Tim’s crotch.

“Mrs. P. You have a rocking body and the most perfect legs I’ve ever seen.”

“Really!” Sally slid the hem of her dress up her thigh. “You really like my legs?”

“Mrs. Perkins.” Tim quoted coyly. “I think you’re trying to seduce me.”

“You’re right Tim.” Sally said demurely and dropped her dress. “You’re Will’s best friend and I shouldn’t take advantage of you…..should I?”

Tim tried to play it cool and drink his beer.

“Talking of taking advantage… how good are you with your hands?” Sally asked. “I have a bit of a leak and wonder if you could fix it?”

Sally realized what she just said. “Under the kitchen sink that is!”

Truthfully, Sally Ankara travesti could feel her juices start to run. “If I weren’t wearing panties, the leak would be down my legs!” she thought.

“Sure! I can take a look at it.” Tim gave Sally a sly look.

“There are tools and some stuff downstairs in the shop.”

“Well let me take a look and see what’s wrong first.” Tim said as he ducked under the sink. He had turned onto his back to see what might be causing the leak.

“Mrs. P, do you have a flashlight or something.”

“Yes, just a sec.”

Sally found a working flashlight. As she walked towards Tim, she was able to look up the leg of his shorts and spotted his tool. Now even half firm it was pretty long and thick. Her mouth was literally watering as she stared at Tim’s tool.

“Errr…Mrs. P?” Tim broke her stare. “Can I have that light?”

“Oh…. Oh yes of course. Sorry I was thinking of something else.”

She had to go between Tim’s open legs to hand him the light. As she squatted, she placed her left hand on his muscular thigh and handed the flashlight with the other.

Tim grabbed the flashlight and look towards her then found himself staring under her dress. A noticeable wet spot showed on the pinky coloured material of her panties.

He turned his attention to the leak and tried to ease the tension forming in his shorts. “Yep, looks like you’re leaking.” Tim’s comment got Sally’s juice flowing more. “See?”

Sally leaned more between Tim’s legs, but still couldn’t see, so she leaned in more. Unfortunately, her high heels caused her lost of balance and she fell face first into his crotch. Her hand had “slipped” up his thigh and under his shorts. His pre-cum kissed her hand.

“Sorry Tim!” Sally apologized trying unsuccessfully to regain her balance and composure. She withdrew her hand and noticed the wet spot he gave her. Sally brought it to her mouth and licked the salty deposit.

“Not needed Mrs. P.” Tim replied. “It’s not often I get some hot babe falling all over me.”

Sally slightly blushed. “Can you fix it?”

“I can fix your leaky hole, but I need to replace a piece of pipe first.” Tim quipped. “I have to go to the store and get a piece of pipe first.”

“Okay, I’ll give you some money for the part, and then maybe you can stay for dinner afterwards. I’ve got steak?” Sally bribed Tim.

“Yeah. That would be great.” Tim responded excitedly. “I have to finish something first and be back in a few hours.”

“Perfect!” then Sally added. “It’s a date!”

Tim stood up with a hard on desperate for freedom from his shorts. Even though Sally could not help but notice it, she pretended to ignore it and handed him some cash.

“No, it’s okay!” Tim refused the money. “I have a friend that can get me the part for free.”

“Well, then call it payment for services toe rendered.” Sally stuffed the money into his pocket and felt his manhood.

Tim left.

Sally went to her bedroom to change. She removed her dress and saw the big wet spot. “Fuck that Tim has a huge cock!”

That was enough to set her off. Sally jumped on the bed and started to masturbate; no warm up; just hardcore masturbating. She came hard within a minute.

She laid on her bed panting and sweating. “Shit! It’s Will’s best friend.” Sally said to herself. “But that cock is so big, I’ve got to have it!”

She decided to get ready and walked on wobblely legs to the bathroom. Sally ran a warm bubble bath hoping it would relax her sexually tense body.

She didn’t need to shave since she had a full Brazilian that morning, but she checked for stubble anyway. Her fingers found her clit. She found herself once Konya travesti again making herself cum before dosing off.

She awoke out of her stupor after a few minutes and realized she needed to get dressed and ready before Tim returned. She did her hair and put on some fresh makeup. “Heavier than normal, but not heavy enough to be slutty.” she thought.

She put on a red bra with black trim that lifted and pushed her tits together and really accentuated her cleavage, not that she needed it. Her nipples just peeked out the top.

Black stocking held up with red and black garters. She picked out her crotchless panties. “I’m so wet, I don’t want to soak another pair.” Sally justified her reasoning.

Sally put on a shorter than mid-thigh, black housedress. She left the top buttons undone to display the deep cleavage and the bra she wore underneath.

She slipped on a pair of high heel black slippers and daubed some of her favourite perfume on all her pulse spots: side of her neck, wrists and the back of her knees. She was thinking about putting some on her pussy, but thought the natural scent down there would be better.

Sally was checking herself out in the mirror when the doorbell rung. Her heart leaped in excitement.

She practically ran to the door and opened it to let Tim in.

“Got it!” Tim said holding up a bag. Then he looked Sally up and down. “Wow! You look nice!”

Sally blushed a bit, then lead him back into the kitchen. He crawled under the sink and started his task. Sally for her part could only look up Tim’s shorts at the massive piece of meat she knew she would be fucking.

Tim finished the work in record time. “All done! Did you want to inspect my work?”

Sally knew she would have to squat between Tim’s legs again; 1) she knew he would be able to look under her dress again and would also be able to see how damp her pussy lips were since she wore crotchless panties; and 2) she knew if she got that close to his cock, she would take him right there!

“No, it’s fine. I trust you.”

Tim was disappointed for the same reasons Sally didn’t want to do an inspection.

Tim cleaned up as Sally prepped the dinner. “It’s nice out, feel like eating Al fresco?” she asked. “It’s pretty private on the back deck with no one around so no one will see you with some old lady.”

“Mrs. P. I would love to be seen in public with you. All the guys would be so jealous.” Tim replied.

Sally smiled widely. “Well thank you Tim, for making a lady feel wanted.”

They ate dinner on the deck. As Sally described, they were isolated from any prying eyes. “Let’s finish our wine in the more comfy deck chairs.” Sally recommended.

Tim sat opposite Sally. He purposely let his legs part so Sally could see he was ready.

Sally let her stocking foot slide up his calf. “Would you like a foot massage Mrs. P.?”

“Thank you. That would feel wonderful!”

Tim lifted both of her feet on to his lap. He carefully removed her left shoe, then her right and started to rub the instep.

“Mmmmm. That feels great Tim.”

Sally started moving her free foot around in Tim’s lap. Her legs parted. Tim could finally see the crotchless panties she was wearing. He pulled her foot into his groin.

She slid her toes through the legs hole of his shorts. His cock was already hard. Pre-cum coated the sole of her foot as she rubbed it on his bulbous cock head.

As she removed her foot from his shorts, Tim took her foot then lifted to his mouth and licked his own juice. He then sucked each one of her toes before repeating on her other foot.

Tim guided her feet to the ground, then knelt between her legs gently forcing them apart. İzmir travesti Sally watched him in amazement at his unexpected mature technique, not the “Wham! Bam! Thank you Mam!” of horny youth.

Tim rubbed his face along Sally’s calves and thigh, feeling the sexiness of her stockings. He climbed higher and caressed her naked skin above the stocking tops with his cheeks.

Sally pushed her bum to the edge of the chair and spread her legs wide. Tim looked at Sally’s naked pussy and smiled at her. Using only the tip of his tongue, Tim barely touched her quivering lips.

Tim was driving Sally crazy with lust. Tim refused to succumb to her wants and continued to slowly lick and nibble at Sally. Sally could feel that familiar tightening in her gut. Tim sensed this and flicked his tongue on her clit.

“F…u…ck..k..k! Tim, you’re making me come!” Moaned Sally.

Then Tim gave her another surprise. He pushed the tip of his tongue into her sex hole then kept invading it in deeper and deeper with his super, long, thick tongue. To Sally it felt like a small, wet cock.

With a well practiced technique, Tim assaulted Sally’s gushing cunt with his tongue until she started humping her hips into his face.

“Yes! Yes! Tim, fuck me with that tongue!” Screamed Sally. “I’m cum..m..m..ing! Oh my ga..w..d!”

It was the hardest cum Sally had in her life. Her body was in complete spasms as Tim continually tongue fucked Sally’s hole.

Tim slowly extracted himself, but Sally continued to experience involuntary jerks as her body tried to cope with this new experience.

Like a rag doll, Tim lifted Sally’s body out of the chair and laid her on the deck. He unbuttoned her dress and admired the prize he now claimed. Seeing Sally exposed in her sexy lingerie made him want to just pound her pussy, but he resisted.

Sally was still moaning lowly due to the after affects of her hard climax. Tim crawled between her legs and hovered over her body. He lowered his mouth to her lips and plunged his tongue down her throat. He caressed her breast with one hand and pinched her nipple through her lacy bra. He ran the tip of his cock up and down her slick cunt opening.

“Mmmm.” Moaned Sally quietly. Then a louder “Oooohhhh!” as Tim slowly inserted his tool into her wet hole until his total nine inches was inside.

Tim slowly and repeatedly withdrew and inserted his cock, just leaving the very thick tip inside her.

Sally’s mind could not keep up with all the sensatory input and started to thrash around. Her hips thrusting towards Tim’s instrument. She needed to come again. “Fuck me! Fuck me harder!”

Tim complied and increased his intensity and tempo.

“Yes! Harder!” Sally ordered. “Fuck me harder!”

Tim was slamming his hips into Sally as hard as he could. Her cunt walls tightened around his steel pole and was trying to suck his sperm directly from his sack.

If she thought she had come hard before; it waned in comparison with this one. “Yes! Fuck! I’m cummmming!” Sally no longer in control of her body. “I need it! Please, cum in me now!” she begged.

Tim could no longer hold back. From deep within his bowels, he felt his pending climax building. He continued his pelvic pounding as his seminal fluid started to rush from his balls and erupted deep into Sally’s womb.

“I’m cum-m-m-ing!” Tim grunted. “Fuck you’re so hot!”

“My…god! It feels like a fire hose exploding in my cunt!” Screamed Sally. “Give me! Give me all your cum!”

Tim lost count of the number of shots of he dumped into Sally. It felt like a quart of his cream was expelled from his balls. All of it was contained inside Sally until he started to soften a bit and slowly extracted himself. Excess cum, and there was a lot, started to pour out of Sally’s gaping hole and down between the crack of her ass.

Tim laid beside Sally in a warm embrace.

“Seems I have another leak. Can you fix it?” Sally asked. “I’ll make you breakfast!”

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Grandma’s Helping Hand Ch. 03

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Erica listened to Amy, her gorgeous teenage granddaughter, once again lament the lack of sexual attention paid her by Jimmy, her boyfriend, a 19-year-old showing typical selfishness toward women. Amy would get him off, she told her grandma, but then leave her hanging, not completing what he started once he was satisfied.

Erica loved lending her grandchildren, and any of their young friends, a helping hand in time of sexual need. She was quite proficient in use of her hands on both males and females, able to get them off in loving ways, using other parts of her very sexy, very well-kept 65-year-old body as needed. The tall, athletic, silver-haired beauty was very much the doting grandmother in so many ways, and in the ways of sexual satisfaction she provided, quite unlike most.

“I just don’t know what to do, Grandma,” Amy groused on the phone as Erica puttered in her garden, dressed for the hot day in sinfully short cut-off jeans that accentuated her long, muscular legs toned hard from years of exercise. “I mean last night, I know…well, I sucked him off and then he takes me home and that was that. Christ.”

Erica smiled. She loved how her grandchildren were so open and honest with her. And as she listened, she knew she could once again lend a helping hand. Or any other body part it would take to train the wayward, selfish Jimmy.

“Where’s Jimmy now, honey?” Erica asked.

“Finishing up at work, we have a date tonight,” Amy said.

“What’s his number?” Erica asked. “I want to have word with that boy.”

“Would you, Grandma, would you?” Amy gushed excitedly. “I knew I could count on you!”

Moments later Erica sat in the living room, debating whether to shower or not. She was sweating quite heavily, her silvery hair hanging in wet strands down her pretty, wrinkly face and brushing her shoulders and sagging neck. She smiled and thought not.

“Jimmy? Yes, this is Erica, Amy’s grandmother,” she said into the phone. “I’d like to see you, I have something I’d like to discuss with you?”

“Really?” the surprised Jimmy answered. “Uh…what?”

“You’ll see, son, you’ll see,” she said with a hint of sternness. “Come now. I know you have a date with my granddaughter in a few hours. This won’t take long…too terribly long.”

She clicked off the phone and waited, crossing her sexy, tanned legs and looking down their fleshy, muscular length to her hard calves, short, very dirty gray socks and low leather work boots she wore.

“I think I’m more than dressed for the occasion,” she sighed to herself, going outside for a few more last-minute gardening chores as she waited.

Twenty minutes later, freshly gleaming with sweat, she heard Jimmy’s car in the drive, and went inside to answer the ringing doorbell. The somewhat bewildered boy stood before her, a skinny, curly-haired lad with an uncertain smile.

“Mrs. Allston?” he asked quietly. “You…you wanted to see me?”

“This way,” she said plainly, walking away, feeling the boy’s eyes burning the back of her sexy old legs and full ass packing her tight shorts.

She sat on the couch, crossing those hard legs and as the boy started to sit in a chair, she stopped him.

“No, stand up if you will, Jimmy,” she said sternly.

Jimmy gulped and obeyed.

“Jimmy, Amy tells me you’re a bit selfish sexually, that she gets you off, makes you cum if you will, and then you do nothing to reciprocate, is this true?”

Jimmy’s eyes went wide, his mouth falling open.

“Uh…uh…well…geez, Mrs. Allston…I mean God…why would she…” he stammered, shifting from foot to foot.

“The point it she did, she did tell me, and we can’t have that can we?” Erica said, uncrossing her legs and sitting up straight, pushing to the edge of the sofa. “Jimmy, you must take care of the woman, always, and not be so selfish. And I’m here to show you how.”

“You…you what?” he said, eyes widening. “Show me….how? What?”

“You’ll see, son, you’ll see,” she smiled, pulling her wet hair behind her and tying off with elastic, another one around her bony wrist she’d put there earlier for the purpose ahead. “Now, come here…here, Jimmy, here.”

She pointed to the spot directly before her as she sat, slightly spreading her granny thighs. He stared unmoving.

“Here, Jimmy,” she growled sternly. “Now. I’m not going to bite. Just the opposite, in fact.”

Still not knowing what to expect but caught up in the sultry dominance of this rather sexy old lady, Jimmy shuffled forward and stood, looking down into the wrinkled, moist cleavage of a woman 45 years his senior and liking the view, a tapered fold of sexy, saggy flesh and beyond, the creamiest milky white skin the sun had missed.

His cock stiffened in his jeans as he stood inches from Erica as she leaned toward him and stared directly into that thickening bulge, smiling.

“Now, Jimmy, Erica tells me that she often blows you, makes you cum, and you do nothing in return?” she said as Jimmy watched that softly wrinkled mouth form words, he Ankara travesti never imagined them saying. “Is this true?”

“I..I..I….” he stammered, looking down at that very pretty face that got prettier with every breath he felt on his crotch as she leaned closer.

“I take that as a yes,” she sighed, lifting her hands and tugging at his belt, undoing it forcefully to offset the reluctant boy’s attempt to back away. “Now, Jimmy, hold still, this is for your own good…”

He relented, groaning as Erica unsnapped his pants and slowly pulled them down, his now fully erect seven-inch cock bobbing straight out, a breath away from that sexy, puckered mouth.

“Oh my, what have we here?” she smiled darkly. “That’s pretty impressive, young man…”

Jimmy gasped as Erica encircled his cock with her thin fingers and slowly stroked it, cupping his bloated balls with the other hand. She jerked him very slowly at first, then increased the pace to his mounting moans.

“My, my, my, so anxious, young man,” she hissed, sticking out her tongue to slurp up the copious pre-cum welling in Jimmy’s thick cockhead. “Hold still….”

“Jesus, Mrs. Allston…my God…” he groaned, watching her stroke his dripping dick with both hands now, her mouth opening toward it. “So…so good…”

“What, doesn’t Amy jerk you like this?” Erica laughed. “Or do this?”

With that, she popped him into that sexy puckered mouth, jerking him by twisting her bony hands in opposite direction and sucking him down to the balls, pulling out, twisting those hands again, repeating the motions quickly and wetly, until Jimmy screamed in pleasure.

“NO!” he cried. “She doesn’t do it anywhere NEAR THAT FUCKING GOOD!”

“Language, son, language,” Erica laughed, pulling his dick from her mouth and rubbing the dripping head on her wrinkly cheeks and neck. “Guess I’ll have to train her as well!”

She resumed her rapid blowjob and within seconds, felt the young stud trembling before her and knew he was seconds away from popping off in her sucking mouth. She smiled around his cock and just as he was about to blow, pulled that elastic from around her wrist and expertly slipped it over his cock to the base, twisting it over once to snap off the massive load he was about to deliver. He looked down, eyes wide in shock and frustration, his cock quickly going purple, the meaty wand bobbing at Erica’s face.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” he screamed, frantically trying to pull the excruciatingly tight band off his dick. “PLEASE LET ME CUM!!!”

“Not until you’ve been trained, young man!” she barked, slamming one booted foot into his balls, taking his breath away and knocking him to his knees, where she scurried behind him to quickly tie his hands together with a scarf she’d left on the couch for precisely that purpose. “And you WILL be trained on how to put a woman’s needs ahead of your own!”

She stood, waiting for the pain in his balls to subside and then leaned down, cupping his chin to tilt his face up to her as she bent over.

“Do you lick my granddaughter young man?” she barked. “Do you?”

“Yeah…yeah, sometimes,” he panted, struggling vainly against his bonds.

“Sometimes?” she growled. “Not good enough. You WILL lick her ALL the time from now on, do you understand, BEFORE she turns any attention to you. Now you’re going to learn how.”

She grabbed his hair, pulling him around to face the couch, where she sat, spreading her saggy, meaty thighs, the folded tanned flesh jiggling. Jimmy blinked at the sight of it as she drew his face closer to her crotch.

“Inhale,” she snarled. “Smell me. I’m very sweaty, very nasty, Jimmy, but you must service a woman no matter how bad the smell, to show her your love and devotion. Now smell!”

He balked, trying to twist his head away. Erica laughed and pulled him directly to her crotch, which was nearly exposed as her shorts rode high on those fleshy thighs, her wet panty peeking around the side of the shorts fabric and tufts of wet hair poking out from either side. She easily pulled his face in and clamped her saggy thighs around his ears, locking her boots together and squeezing hard, the flesh of her quivering thighs going hard with the muscle beneath. Jimmy yelped in pain.

“Smell,” she said simply.

He had no choice and inhaled, the acrid, sweaty, raw scent of Erica’s unwashed pussy embracing his existence, filling his nostrils and lungs, nearly searing his throat as he desperately fought for air in the scissoring grip of her meaty old thighs. She smiled down at him, holding his head in one hand and sneaking a hand under his face to devilishly pull aside all the material, her cheesy, hairy lips spreading wide and kissing his face wetly.

“There, get the full effect, Jimmy!” she laughed, throbbing her granny thighs on his crushed head. “Smell me good….”

Erica was hardly the dominant type for the most part, lavishing her grandchildren with love and attention – and sexual services – in the same doting fashion as she’d make them Konya travesti cookies. But once in awhile the dark streak came out, particularly when there was training at hand and now as she looked down at her thighs bowed out in muscular fleshiness around Jimmy’s moaning, trapped face in their meaty clamp, she felt it very strongly, grinding her moist bush into his mouth, pumping her hips, lifting her sagging ass cheeks off the couch to use him fully.

“Not bad, Jimmy, not bad,” she growled, finally freeing him from her leggy prison and slithering out of her shorts, panties, t-shirt and bra, leaving on her stinky boots and socks and spreading her thighs before the boy, who was panting for air and trying to wipe her stench off his face on the seat cushions. “Now, time for licking lesson…back in you go!”

She laughed as he protested weakly before being wrapped in her thighs again, pulling his face to her and locking them loosely around his ears, tilting his face up, eyes locking on hers.

“Now lick it, Jimmy, put your tongue out…that’s it…you can see the oily little nub there, that’s my clit, you do know what a clit is don’t you young man? I hope so…now flick it with your tongue…ooooooo, that’s right, just like that, just like that…harder now….that’s it…”

Jimmy blindly obeyed his old mistress, eyes darting left and right at those strong, gnarly thighs tensing on his ears, anxious to please her and be done with it. But she wasn’t nearly finished.

“Lick up and down now Jimmy, you must pay attention to all parts of a woman’s vagina….mmmm, nice, nice, get inside, get between the lips, taste it, taste it…very good, boy, very good! Now get deeper in those furry lips…inside me…oh, yeah, plunge that tongue inside the hole! Dammit, you’re learning quickly, son…tongue it, tongue fuck it while I grind on your face!”

He moaned, feeling Erica’s meaty thighs go hard on his ears again, her calves locked behind him as she cupped his head in her hands and pumped his face harder and harder, mashing his nose to her clit as he rapidly tongued her hairy pussy, sloshing noises erupting from the juncture of her crushing thighs. She grunted, bit her lip and came on his face, squeezing hard, thighs cutting into his neck and rendering him dizzy as his blurry eyes looked at her slightly puffy white belly, over her saggy tits to her chin tucked to her chest as she focused on drenching his face with squirt after squirt of her aromatic orgasmic gel.

“UNGHH!!! UNGHH!! UNGHH!!!” she bellowed, squeezing him to her sex, punishing his face, grinding out her powerful orgasm that made him scream in pain and pant for air in the hairy smother of her pussy.

She giggled as she looked down at his red face, unlocking her wrinkly thighs and letting him breathe again. Lifting her legs, she held them up under her knees, spreading them lewdly. Jimmy blinked into the hairy chasm, her pussy swollen and open, and below, the hair-ringed pucker of her asshole.

“Women like special treats, Jimmy, like having their bums licked!” she said between her spread legs. “Now give Grandma Erica a little tongue in hers! Go on, lick my asshole!”

Jimmy groaned and balked. Erica laughed and slapped her meaty thighs together above him, a warning shot of meaty flesh that quivered as they connected with each other.

“Next time, I will knock you out,” she growled. “Now lick my asshole!”

He shut his eyes, sticking his tongue through the moist fuzz around the old woman’s puckered ring, drilling the meaty muscle and smelling the sweaty vapors coming around his tongue as he plunged it in and out, over and over, Erica grunting as he did, holding her legs up and apart. She pumped herself against his face as he rimmed her butt hole, taking his nose into the furry depths of her cunt.

“A little bonus, using your nose inside me,” she laughed.

She came from bouncing her pussy on his face, his tongue deep inside her clutching shit chute, and then pushed him away, to his back, where his anguished cock stuck straight up, purple and about to burst.

“You’ve done well…so far,” she smiled, taking off her sweaty leather boots and kneeling by Jimmy’s head. “But you’ve more to learn. You must learn to appreciate everything about a woman, her touch, her look, her scent…”

She opened up one boot and fit it over his moaning face, the pungent, wet-leather funk washing over him as she held it there, smiling, using her other hand to grip his swollen nuts.

“Smell my dirty old boot or I’ll crush these to paste!” she snarled.

He had no choice, moaning and breathing deep inside the wet, dank space of her nasty old boot. She laughed, twisting it on him, taking him deeper still before pulling it off and replacing it with the other. Then sitting back, she extended her amazing legs near his face, lifting her feet together over it, her mid-calf white socks hardly white anymore, but dirty and dinghy, the bottoms soaked with sweat and yellowed with age, redolent with her funky foot smell.

“Thatta İzmir travesti boy,” she hissed, rubbing the moist soles on his face and nose, transferring the deeply pungent stink to him. “Smell them..smell my nasty old socks! Now lick! That’s right, lick….mmmm, I feel it Jimmy, I feel that dirty tongue of yours on my filthy socks! Up and down, that’s it, up and down…”

She force fed him feet a moment longer and then to his horror, slowly peeled off her socks, the fabric clinging to her wrinkled old heels and soles, coming off the thickly veined insteps and finally bony, painted toes, the feet clammy and exuding the foulest smell imaginable. He gulped and closed his eyes as she pressed the wrinkled soles to his face and felt the wetness on it, and inhaled the acrid aroma into his nostrils as she pressed them flat.

“Now lick my granny feet, boy!” she said dominantly, fingering her hairy pussy as she watched the young boy’s tongue flash out to lap at the folded flesh of the bottoms of her feet, gagging on the taste and smell. “Lick ’em clean, worship those feet as you should worship a woman’s feet!”

She let him devour her feet a moment longer and then playfully sat astride him, her fleshy ass on his cock and pressing very painfully onto his balls, crushing them beneath her sexy butt. Extending her legs, she curled her feet down, those grimy, sweaty toes at his mouth, lifting all her weight off the floor and centering it through her ass directly onto his punished balls, which slipped in between her saggy ass cheeks and were squeezed in their meaty embrace.

“Now lick my toes clean, Jimmy, suck them, suck each one…oh, yeah, that’s it, that’s it,” she moaned as she felt his frantic mouth lock around each and wash them clean. “Now between the toes..don’t be afraid of the grit and sweat, it won’t hurt you! That’s right, lick it allllll up.”

He was in agony by the time she rolled off and lay next to his head, holding one arm up, the fleshy underarm waggling above his mouth, and the stubble-coated armpit slick with sweat.

“Every part of a woman’s body is to be worshipped and tended to,” she hissed into his ear, biting it. “Now smell my armpit…”

She draped it over his mouth and then headlocked him to it, wrapping a wrinkly but very strong arm around it, holding him tight, smothering him with her sweaty pit. He struggled but was getting weaker with every sexy act of dominance brought on by the powerful senior citizen controlling his every move.

“Lick,” she hissed. “Lick granny’s dirty old armpit clean!”

He obeyed again, tasting the bitter tang of her armpit sweat, swallowing, cleaning it with his tongue and open mouth, smacking wetly at the slimy flesh. He was vaguely aware he was thrusting his stiff cock into the air, seeking any friction, realizing that as humiliated as he was, that every dominating act she was committing, was turning him on more and more. He moaned, relenting to the feeling, and lapping and sucking furiously at her stinky armpit. She laughed.

“They all come around Jimmy,” she sighed. “You’re not the first. But we’re not done quite yet…”

She released him and held the other pit over his mouth, giggling at his frantic attempts to lick it, tongue stabbing the air as he moaned, aching to touch it. She lowered it and again applied a headlock in her saggy old but strong arm and he went wild licking it clean and smelling its sweaty rankness.

She let go, kneeling by him and holding his tender cock.

“You want to cum now, Jimmy?” she teased, stroking his dick, cupping his swollen nuts.

“Oh GOD YES MRS. ALLEN!!!”

“Call me Grandma, boy, they all do,” she sighed, pulling away the rubber band, the blood rushing back to his throbbing cock and exploding the second she bent to put her mouth over the head.

He came harder than he’d ever cum before, filling her moaning mouth with his hot, thick seed, his balls aching from release as she held every drop of his load in her cheeks, now gone smooth as they filled with spunk. She jerked the last drop into her mouth and sat back, a pearly smear around the corners, a thin trickle leaking down her chin.

“Must…share..with..woman…” she said, tilting her head back to open her mouth and speak words he didn’t want to hear, careful to not let an ounce of cum spill but releasing just enough to sheen over her dimpled chin and sheet down the thick, sexy sagging flesh of her granny neck. “Share…with..me…”

“NOOOO!” he screamed and then went mute as Erica tilted forward, holding his mouth open with her hands and letting the full load plop directly into his mouth.

She laughed and clamped her lips over his, forcing her tongue inside, swishing the load with it and holding tight, making it impossible for him to breathe, forcing him to swallow. He gulped, surprised at the not unpleasant taste, and then she broke the kiss, a bridge of spunk hanging between them.

“Clean me…here…” she pointed to her cummy chin, which Jimmy graciously licked clean, again caught up in Erica’s hypnotic dominance, unable to disobey or wanting to. “And here…down my throat..that’s it, suckle that meaty flesh.. a woman’s neck is very sensitive, Jimmy, and must be worshipped…and cleaned of cum…lick it, get in there, suckled that flesh, lick it clean…”

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