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I was haunted by the look in her eyes. The Rhea I had known, the woman that I had grown to love was gone. In her place was a homicidal stranger that would have cut me down without a moment’s hesitation. I took a step back and my heel struck the metal suitcase. We stood there frozen in that singular moment where she would make her decision. I felt my perception of time dilate and slow. Rhea had been the center of my life for so long and once more she was the eye of my storm. Would she kill me? Would she reign in her rage and leave? I watched as her eyes glanced at the case and she bit her lower lip. Any other time I would have found it sexy but this moment was anything but normal. Tears slowly fell from her eyes and caressed her cheek. I could almost feel as she made her decision. I would live.

I kept my body between her and the case as she stormed out of the room. What the hell was that all about? A year ago I would have followed her out and demanded an answer but I knew her too well now to make that mistake. If I wanted answers I was going to have to find them on my own. That other part of me that was the A.I. was equally determined to uncover the truth about Rhea and her armor. I stowed the case beneath my bunk and sat in a meditative pose while we sought out the answers together. Tapping into the base’s data hub was easy enough. We ghosted through the system leaving no trace of our passage. I was angry after seeing the expression on her face and the sting of her words left me wounded. What had they done to her? How integral was the armor to her existence? I was damn well going to find out. There is one thing I love about the military, they are efficient. They had digitally archived every little thing to save space and stored that information on secure bubble chip servers.

Getting to the servers was the easy part. Getting passed the A.I.’s guarding it was going to be tactically challenging. If I used my command override there would be a record of it. I would have to explain to Nick why I peeked at national secrets. He may or may not understand. The only other route was praying my digital self was better at sneaking than they were at guarding. What felt like minutes was in fact mere nanoseconds passing in the digital realm. I was still getting used to what Nick liked to call meat time and digital time. As flesh and blood beings we were prisoners of chemical reaction time and neural synapses firing. However, my A.I. allowed me access to a world where the beating of a human heart was an eternity. It was a bit disorientating moving from one to the other. I began to realize how much time my A.I. had to process requests. It must have felt like years working on solutions for problems like Blink and Ares. On the up side it was only days or so in human reckoning.

The A.I.’s watching the gate suddenly stood down and allowed us access. I was about to ask when I realized that Nick had granted us access. My other half must have emailed Nick and requested a brief glimpse into secure files so that we could help Rhea. I sometimes forget that my desires become manifest with my digital self. It wasn’t a conscious desire but we knew each other so well that a need was fulfilled without the necessity for words. We entered the convoluted maze of a massive data archive and I let the A.I. take the lead. I watched intently at everything he did. We found the location of the node and plugged in. I was shocked at the size of the file and the amount of data on Rhea. We also pulled any and all records on her armor and left satisfied that we could now understand and help her out. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

I was about to withdraw from the hoard when my curiosity got the better of me. I found the table of contents and took a quick list of all of the projects both active and inactive. Since we were here I grabbed a copy of a few of the more interesting files that carried an ultraviolet clearance to access. I figured if I got bored I’d have some reading material. I spent the last of my time in the digital ether reading every scrap of information we had gleaned and it made little sense until I connected the dates. The files went back decades, nearly a century. The last of my doubt fell away. She wasn’t just a century old but centuries of experience were locked behind those ghostly violet eyes of hers. She wasn’t a Fae. Rhea belonged to a much older and far more alien race called the J’Nai.

I looked at her medical files in great length and they were far more extensive than those that Zoe showed me. Rhea outstripped a human being on any and all levels both physically and mentally. I saw why she spooked Zoe so much. She looked so human and yet she was so different on the inside. There was only a five percent difference between Rhea’s DNA and the average human being. I was shocked when I remembered that there was only a two percent difference between apes and humans. How inferior we must appear to her. I pushed that thought aside and girne escort continued my research. There was a mention in the files describing her attachment to her armor. The doctors that examined her described a fanatical desire for Rhea to regain her armor. They used almost the same words she did. If Rhea ever recovered the armor she would wipe out every living thing until no one or nothing breathed. But why was she so damn fanatical as they put it?

‘There is a second attached file,’ my A.I. pointed out.

‘Another medical file,’ I asked.

‘Yep, I think you might find it interesting,’ he said.

I opened the file and whistled. It must be a male of her race. The extensive physical traits were nearly identical to hers. The brainwave patterns also showed the heightened intelligence and reaction time unique to her species. I guessed this was an adolescent about to reach maturity. The ongoing growth was fast and quite extensive. The estimations to reach his peak were a matter of days. I wonder if they even knew each other.

‘They do,’ my A.I. said with a bit of humor in his voice.

‘How can you be so sure?’ I asked.

‘Easy, that is your medical chart,’ he replied.

Mike dropped and there was stunned silence on my end. How the hell had this even happened? I watched a holographic display of sorts play out in front of me. The outer shell was mostly devoid of detail. The one thing that was highlighted was my brain and neck. It showed the implant and it interacting with my mind. All is fine until a week after implantation when the nanites migrated from my skull to the rest of my body. It was a literal invasion of every body system I possessed. What had caused the malfunction or was it a malfunction at all? The display showed some kind of external force reprogramming the microscopic robots and sending them on their way. Many of the nanites harvested fat cells and converted those to their purpose. That is why my weight continued to drop and I packed on muscle so quickly. It wasn’t the water at all or maybe that was just part of the change. Did Nick know what had happened? Had this happened to Cindy? I left the digital and like a diver breaching the surface I gasped as I regained my body. I looked around but I was alone.

‘I have kept changes from you so as not to frighten you,’ the A.I. flashed on my field of vision.

“Changes… what the hell have you been keeping from me?”

‘Close your eyes and I will show you,’ he said.

I closed my eyes and felt a tingling behind my eyes. After a minute or so I was told to open my eyes. I did so reluctantly and gasped when I saw the transformed room. This wasn’t seeing things in a different spectrum. I was used to that. This was something far more sublime. I perceived colors that had no name in any language. I looked at my hand and there was a drastic change to my world. There were whirls and eddies of energy coursing over my flesh. I had heard psychics on television talk about auras. Was this what they were talking about? My A.I. was about to shut it off when I told him not to.

“I have to get used to it sometime, why not now. Rhea did this didn’t she?”

‘Yes… your link to the element clinched it for her.’

“What element… what the hell are you talking about,” I asked feeling the upwelling of fear beginning to consume me.

‘The water… the rare trace element in the water bonded with you on a genetic level. Normally people have to keep drinking the water to maintain the benefits. But you were special, well you and Cindy. She is still growing so the effects may be even more profound.’

“Let me adapt to my new world and then we can talk some more.”

It felt like I had been in the dark all of my life and suddenly someone turned on the lights. I heard voices outside my door and listened. What I heard didn’t sound like typical military chatter. I peered outside and saw a technician walk away and he was cursing about some sort of failure. More voices came and I looked down the other end of the hall and two guards were doing their rounds. The strange part is that I heard more voices than just two. That’s when it hit me. I was hearing what they were saying as well as what they were thinking. Oh hell, I see why he kept this locked away. I wasn’t sure I was ready for this. How would I do in the outside world with all of those people and thousands of minds trying to crowd into mine? I panicked and closed the door. I sat with my back against a wall and sunk down to the floor. How could I give up one because of the other? I couldn’t. I had to find a way of dealing with this new gift of mine.

I felt how close my A.I. was and it was comforting. I wasn’t alone in this. I closed my eyes and listened to the thoughts going on around me. Distance fell away as I picked up on technicians monitoring the construction of the ring. I could hear people in the mess hall as they ate their meal. The positive thing was that I could only hear their thoughts and gölcük escort not both conversations at once. I could do this given enough time and practice. My thoughts returned to Rhea. She was the one that had done this to me. My first thoughts were why but the answer was quite obvious. She was alone or more accurately she was lonely. We had hit it off at once and she decided to give me a great gift.

“Oh Rhea,” I muttered as I picked up on conversations both spoken and unspoken. “I love you too!”

A few heartbeats later the door flew open and Rhea stood there tears streaming from her face. She picked me up off the floor like I was a ragdoll and kissed me. I could feel her passion. Hell, I could almost taste it like it was a whole new sense awakening inside of me. Despite my promise to the Major, Rhea’s hunger would not be denied. This new level of intimacy was addictive. The sheer intensity of every caress, every taste and every pleasure was overwhelming.

“Your eyes,” she whispered as her hand drifted across my cheek. “…and your mind…”

I kissed her as my hands worked on her clothes. It didn’t take us long to shed those annoying garments. I ran my hands over her skin and it was almost like touching an electric current. She yielded to my hunger even as I yielded to hers. I spun her around so that she faced away from me. I touched her shoulder and she bent over at the waist. I dropped down and feasted on her dripping sex. Rhea didn’t even try to hide her pleasure. I lapped at her sex driving her over the edge in stages. I had learned that she loved to be teased and that is what I gave her. Rhea was shaking now. Her legs quivered as I slowed my pace another notch. I could almost feel the volcanic pressure I had built up in her. I stood up, teased her with the head of my cock for a few more seconds before slamming it home. Rhea clamped a hand over her mouth to keep from screaming. Moans were all well and good but a screamed might attract unwanted attention. I grabbed her by the hair and began moving.

“Forgive me…” she whispered as I took her nice and slow.

“Fuck me… is that what you said,” I replied ignoring her request. “Okay, here it comes…”

“I said… UNNNNN…”

I went from slow and tender to hard and fast. Rhea’s voice grew in intensity and pitch. I knew she had missed me. I cupped my hand and slapped her right ass cheek. Rhea growled but never uttered a word of protest. Her hips moved backward driving me deep with each thrust. Her body began to shake again. Our connection was growing stronger with each movement of our bodies. I could feel how close she was and I slowed down but thrust all the harder. If I timed it right we would come at the same time. My own pleasure was on a level I had never experienced before. We were both on the verge and when we did climax it took everything I had not to scream. My knees were shaking and I nearly collapsed on top of her. Rhea’s eyes were half open and looked at me with newfound wonder.

“I should have told you,” she whispered as we held each other afterwards. “I guess I should have asked permission.”

“You did what you needed to do,” I replied as I kissed the side of her neck.

“If you do that,” she warned but I already knew. “I need to show you how to block unwanted contact, if I don’t you’ll go insane.”

“Tell me that Cindy is okay,” I asked as my arms slipped around her.

“She is fine. I was just so lonely.” She said but it wasn’t just her words but the waves of emotion that struck me hard. “Your bond with the water was so damn clear to me. I didn’t want you to suffer. I know all about loneliness…”

“Not anymore,” I said and held her close.

We moved to the cot and lay there in a simple embrace as she told me everything she thought I should know about her people and their long history. I closed my eyes and our thoughts intermingled. I could not only hear her thoughts clearly but also see her memories and the tragedy that befell so mighty a race. A history that spanned three million years and then literally overnight it fell into chaos and ruin. The same intensity that had allowed them to conquer much of the galaxy had also ended up being their Achilles Heel. They had believed themselves above all the younger races and indulged in every vice and sin they could conceive of. There arose out of that wonton psychic vortex the embodiment of their doom, a being of pure energy that devoured the very souls of her people. Their only hope of survival was to scatter and hide on worlds full of life and other sentient beings. They used humans to mask their psychic scent. The devourer of souls is still out there hunting them to extinction.

She clung to me and we drifted into a kind of shared meditation. I could feel her thoughts touching mine. No, it was more than that I could feel her soul blending with mine. I felt a sudden fear that a part of me was melting away. Rhea was there to sooth and tell me that everything was going göztepe escort to be alright. I did the only thing I could do. I let go. I trusted her with my life so why not more. The melting became something greater. For a moment there was no difference between us. For a moment only one soul remained. The moment passed and I was myself again. I could feel Rhea close so I drifted with her until the dawn.

We awoke for breakfast the next day and I began my training on filtering out the background noise of unwanted psychic contact. We split up and I washed up in the men’s shower. I had to focus on spoken conversations to weed out the thoughts of others. It was surprisingly easy. I wondered if the time I had spent in our shared meditation some of her discipline had rubbed off on me. I caught up with her in the communal mess hall and we ate breakfast with the soldiers and the technicians. I found that my appetite was much improved after worrying about Rhea for so long. We had two more days here to observe and keep in the loop with the rest of the projects I was overseeing. I tried to keep as busy as possible while Rhea played my dutiful shadow.

While I hammered away at Ares as well as other projects the ability to mute the thoughts of others became easier. The more I tried the more control I had. It eventually felt like turning the volume knob on my dad’s stereo. All was going well until we were invited to dine with the General that evening. The sultry Major had sex on the brain and it came over in waves every time she looked in my direction. If there was any doubt about how she felt about me it had been removed entirely.

‘She wants you so damn bad I can feel it,’ Rhea sent silently.

‘You noticed huh,’ I sent back trying to adjust my erection without being too damn obvious about it.

‘Maybe I should leave early and let you and her have the jet to yourselves.’ She threatened giggling the entire time.

I just focused on my meal but it was difficult when images of what the Major had planned for me kept intruding. The General seemed completely oblivious to the entire exchange. Though he did comment about losing such a fine officer but knew that I could count on her when it mattered. Another wave of erotic thoughts came to me with tsunami like force. I thought I might just climax from her hunger alone. I was given a reprieve when the meal ended and the General sent the Major and Rhea away so that he and I could speak in private. The General produced an aging humidor and removed a hand rolled Cuban cigar. He admitted that he didn’t have many vices but he did have a weakness for fine tobacco. He turned on the smoke eater that had been installed for just this occasion and lit up. He stood there and I could see a kind of serenity settle over him.

“I wanted to thank you,” he began. “I am very pleased that you requested her for your team. She can be a little headstrong but she is a fine officer and deserves a chance to shine. I have every confidence in her.”

“That is high praise indeed,” I replied. “I must admit that wading in through the intricacies of both the Pentagon and the White House has been a bit of a mine field for me. I know I have ruffled a few feathers since I was given this assignment. I know she can help me maintain great levels of communication between the powers that be and Numenor. I…”

I stopped cold when a message hit my HUD. There was a priority email from Nick. I skimmed the contents and felt a chill when I finished it. I stood up and informed the General that I had to leave immediately. There was an emergency back in Washington. He was on the phone getting our jet prepped as I left the room in a hurry. Rhea and the Major were chatting in the outer office when I opened the door.

“Grab your shit we need to leave right now,” I said and they both went into action instantly.

I followed them out to the hall and made my way to my room. I was able to pack my belongings in no time at all. I packed Zoe’s gifts away with the rest of my clothes. I bit back another tide of dirty thoughts and finished packing. I had one suitcase in my left hand and I grabbed the silver case with Rhea’s armor in it and headed for the elevator. Rhea was right behind me and the Major was waiting for us by the elevator. I had heard the military packed light but this was ridiculous. We took the elevator up to the hanger even as the ground crew cleared us for departure. Our pilot arrived a few minutes later. He had been caught by surprise and it had taken him a little longer to get ready. Thirty minutes later we were in the air and winging our way back to the capitol.

“So what is going on,” the Major asked.

“Well Jordan, is it okay if I call you Jordan,” I asked in turn. “I have been mentally calling you by your rank this entire time.”

“Jordan is fine when we are alone like this. I prefer either my rank or last name in public if that is okay with you?”

“Okay, anyway did you hear about the suicide of a certain senator?” I asked and she nodded. “His widow and the two secret service agents guarding her were murdered last night and their bodies were discovered a little over an hour ago. Needless to say shit has hit the fan. The President wants me back so we can see what happened and to meet my new military attaché.”

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Timidly, Heather peaked around the door.

“Ah yes, Miss Becker. I’m glad you got my message.” The man waved her in.

“Are you sure professor? If you’re busy, I could come back later.” She nervously shuffled back and forth.

“No, no come on in.” He motioned to a seat in front of his desk. “I wanted to talk to you about your paper.”

Heather came in and sat down, smoothing her short, plaid skirt nervously. “Yeah, I’m sorry. I have just been really busy at home and then work called me in…”

“I’m not interested in your excuses Miss Becker.”

“But -“

“Enough. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you coming to class late or even skipping it all together.” He got up and walked around the desk. “Frankly, you’ve trying to skate by from the first day.” He picked up a paper from his desk. “And now this paper seals your fate. You’ll be failing the semester.”

Tears welled up in the teenager’s eyes. “I can’t fail Professor Dyson. My parents will disown me.”

He shook his head. “I guess you should have thought about that earlier.”

“Can’t I make up the paper?”

“We have deadlines for a reason Miss Becker.”

“Please?!?” She looked up at him with pleading eyes. Intentionally, she leaned forward, knowing that her white button down shirt would reveal her C cup breasts to the best advantage. He gave her a long look and, sure enough, she saw his eyes flit from her eyes downward. She leaned farther. “Isn’t there anything I can do?”

His eyes lingered on her cleavage before sliding down to her crossed legs that left little to the imagination thanks to the short plaid skirt.

“Perhaps…” He shook his head and placed her paper on his desk. “Why don’t you come up and read me your paper.”

She looked at him questioningly but smiled and stood by the desk. As she reached for the paper, he grabbed her arm. “No, leave it on the desk and read it aloud.”

“Ok…” Heather shook her head and leaned forward. “Why marijuana should be legalized by Heather Becker. Many people only think of marijuana as a gateway drug, but they don’t realize that for most of American history, marijuana was very, very helpful. Many products -” She felt a hand lightly touch her gaziemir escort ass. She could feel his hot breath on her ear. “Professor?”

“Shhhh… Keep reading.” His hand was more persistent now and kneaded her ass.

“But sir…”

“You want to pass, right?” His hand cupped her ass.

“Yes sir.”

“Then I want you to read your paper aloud.” Heather felt her skirt being lift up and tucked into her belt. “A thong! You are a very naughty girl.”

Heather bowed her head, blushing.

SLAP!

The sting of pain was followed by pleasurable warmth as his large palm rubbed her bare skin. “Say you are a naughty girl.”

“But sir…”

SLAP!

“Say it.”

SLAP!

“I am a naughty girl.”

She felt the hand move to down to her pussy and rubbed her pussy through the thong creating delicious sensations. “Yes you are… you are wet from this, aren’t you?”

Her face was aflame with shame. “Yes sir.”

SLAP!

“Keep reading and this time you better now stop for anything.”

“Yes sir.” Heather felt the hand circling one cheek and then the other. “Many products are made from hemp like rope” SLAP! “paper” SLAP! “and even clothes.” SLAP! Heather’s ass was on fire from pain/pleasure. Almost unconsciously, she pushed her rear out to meet the spanking.

“It was only in the 1930s that the first law was passed to make marijuana illegal.” A cool breeze whispered across her ass giving her goosebumps. A warm, stiff cock rubbed against her and she felt her thong being moved aside. “It was around the same time that alcohol was banned by the Temperance movement. Ohhhh.” His cock head slipped up and down on her wet slit, lubricating before it began to press against her tight hole. “The federal government yesssssss…” His cock worked inside her slowly, its thickness filling her completely. “The federal government passed the Marihuana Tax Act in 1937.” His hands grabbed her hips and pulled himself completely into her.

The words blurred before Heather’s vision as pleasure began to overwhelm her. Each thrust plunged deeper into her and she began to moan in pleasure.

“Very good Miss Becker. I think I was too gelibolu escort hard on your paper.” He chuckled and slammed into harder.

“Oh yes Professor. Fuck me!”

She pushed herself against him, meeting each thrust. She started to move her hand to her clit when the cockhead hit her G-spot. Pleasure flashed through her body, making her body crumble. She fell onto the desk and it was only his hands on her hips that kept her standing.

“Fuck me!”

Harder he pushed in. Harder he thrust. She could feel the cock violent pummeling in and out of her. Her face resting on the cool desk as he continued to fuck her.

“Oh yeah, Miss Becker!” He groaned and she felt his cock spasm. On the next thrust, it hit her spot again and she climaxed again on him. The spurting warmth mixed with the heat of her own pleasure and she felt she would melt the desk she was collapsed upon.

He slowly continued to pump in and out of her until his softened cock plopped out.

Heather didn’t care that she was still bare assed as she tried to catch her breath. That had been incredible!

Don moved around and sat back at his desk. He leaned forward, meeting her gaze. “Well, was the professor/student fantasy as hot as you had hoped?”

Heather laughed. “You couldn’t tell by how much I got into it? Nice job with the role play… professor.” She finally stood up and fixed her skirt. She reached and readjusted her thong to avoid leaking. She looked out the large living room windows. The eastern sky was purpling above Lake Michigan as the sun began to set. “You were right, it really is beautiful up here at sunset.” She walked around the desk and sat in his lap. “Hmmmm… I wonder if there would be a way to do this at my college…”

Don shook his head with a wide grin. “You really are a naughty, naughty girl.” He fondled her breast through the shirt and smiled. “That is a horrible paper though. I hope you didn’t turn it in.”

Heather picked up the paper and put it in her bag. “Naw… well I did, but it was for a high school English class, not college.”

His hand slipped under her shirt and tweaked her left nipple. “Well that’s good to hear.”

The gemlik escort teen leaned forward and bit his neck lightly. “My college has auditoriums and there have to be times when they are empty and most have some sort of desk.” She wiggled her butt and thought she could feel his cock begin to stir. She kissed up to his earlobe. “Getting into an office would be tougher.” She moved so her hand could rub his groin. It was definitely hard. She leaned back and smiled wickedly.

Don stroked her hair. “What do you have in mind young lady?”

“Do you have an office? Maybe someday I come by and go under your desk.” She slid down between his legs and tugged his zipper down. “You could work, take calls, maybe even have people in for a meeting while I do this.”

She pulled out his cock and swallowed as much as she could in one gulp. She tasted herself, but that added to the excitement. Another thing she had never done before! Don groaned giving filling her with hot desire. She worked back up to the head and began to circle it with her tongue. His hands began to play with her hair.

She looked up and saw him staring back with intensity. Their gazes locked as she lowered her mouth down his shaft again. The thought of actually doing this in school or his office was a huge turn on. She moved her mouth up and down faster, her hand grasping the base of the shaft. She had never done anything in public, but now the possibilities began to shimmer in front of her.

“I’m going to cum.”

Heather sucked harder, moving quicker up and down his shaft. She used her hand to massage the base and felt it swell in respond.

“Oh yeah!”

She swallowed his cum… a surprisingly large amount since they had just had sex. She kept it in her mouth, using her tongue to make sure it was completely clean before releasing it from her mouth.

Carefully, she tucked it back in his underwear and zipped up his pants.

“I think you liked the idea of doing it in your office too.” She smiled and licked her lip to get an escaped drop of cum.

Don nodded. “I did that once when I was right out of college. Never did it since.”

Heather stood up and kissed him soundly. She was pleased when he kissed back. So many boys refused to kiss after head, as if she didn’t kiss them after they had gone down on her.

She gathered up her things and walked towards the door before looking back and winked. “See you soon!”

As she walked out the door, a shiver of excitement danced through her body.

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He said he had something special planned for your birthday. He had a wicked little smile on his face when he said it. He made you dinner, and afterwards asked you to put on something that you didn’t mind getting very dirty. That included bra and panties, he said calmly. You went to pick out your cloths…wondering, and wet.

He took you to “your” sex club. He held your hand tight as you walked through the door. Everyone called out birthday greetings, and you felt yourself blushing. He just smiled, and led you to the dungeon room.

To your shock there were already people in the room. An attractive woman leaned against the couch. Her hair was reddish-gold, and her dark eyes made you shiver. She was nude, except for a pair of glasses. She was tan, and curvy, and smiled openly when you looked at her.

On the couch lounged a couple. He looked you up and down openly, like he would a fine meal. He was wearing a pair of boxers, and by the look of him he worked in construction, or some other manual labor. His thick fingers were running over the petite blonde that lay beside him. As you watched he ran his finder over her clit, and she arched her back, licking her lips. Her bright blue eyes watched you, as his finger slipped inside her.

Your lover leads you to the chains hanging from the wall. You turn your back to the room, expecting him to use the floggers and paddles you have come to love so much, but to you shock he spins you back around, to face the room, and the strangers. Silently he binds your wrists, standing you there as they watch. He kneels, and slips your shoes off, placing them carefully to the side. He leaves the room, and you stand there, feeling open and vulnerable as three sets of eyes watch you with hunger. He returns shortly, carrying your bag of toys. He must have had it stashed in the car…

He kisses you, softly at first, then harder. You melt against him as he kisses your throat, your neck. You close your eyes in pleasure, only to open the again when you hear a metallic click next to your ear. He holds up a small box cutter. It looks wickedly sharp. You hear your audience murmur quietly.

He stares into your eyes, and leans in to whisper “trust me,” into your ear. You only smile in response, because you do trust him, completely. He kisses you again, softly, then takes the neck of your shirt in his hand. He moves the blade slowly in front of your eyes, then places in on the cloth. Slowly he draws the blade down your shirt, and you feel your body respond the hiss of the cloth as it opens. The cut runs from just below the collar, to just above the lower seam. He does this twice more, until your shirt hangs in tatter. He runs his fingers into the cuts, caressing your sides, and cupping your breasts. The three people watch you, and you can see their excitement grow with yours. He sets the box cutter down, and runs his hands all over you for a long moment. He kisses you hard as he grabs the collar and pulls. He rips the remains of your shirt from you with one hard tug, and you gasp.

He retrieves the blade, and starts to run the cool erdemli escort metal handle over your breasts. Then he takes the tip of the blade, and slowly, carefully runs it over the thin material of your bra, over your nipples, which are already hard, straining through the fabric. He slips a hand into one cup, and pulls it away from your skin, and begins to cut. He works very slowly, very carefully, and the only sound in the room is the quiet hiss of the blade on fabric. Finally one of your breasts hangs free, and release the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. He runs his fingers over your now exposed skin, and leans in to tease your nipple with his tongue. You feel first his lips close over your nipple, then his teeth, lightly at first, then biting down harder. You gasp aloud in pleasure.

When you open your eyes, the you see the man slowly fucking the blonde, both still watching you and your lover at play. The other woman still stands where she was, and when she sees you looking at her she smiles and nods.

He returns to work, cutting away the other cup, and teasing the nipple into almost unbearable hardness. He flicks his thumbs over your nipples, slowly at first, than faster and harder. He licks and sucks them until the glisten wetly, and your pussy throbs. At last he slices through the rest of your bra, and throws the mangles cloth aside.

“Shes so beautiful”, says the single woman, quietly.

He kneels before you, kissing just above the waist line of your pants. One hand slides up the back, until it presses into your ass…the other slides up the front, pressing and teasing your pussy. He then takes the cuff of your pants into his hand, and slowly slices up the leg. The fabric tears loudly in the quiet of the room. He cuts all the way up to the waistline. He then does the same with the other leg. He works one hand into the slash, to your panties. He runs his fingers over your clit, in long strokes. You pull against the chains, and arch your back. When you whimper he stops, and you hang there, aroused and frustrated.

He connects the two cuts along the waistline of the pants, so the crotch is now a flap, that opens with the slightest touch. You don’t have to look down, or hear the happy whispers to know the front of your panties are soaked wet. He runs his hands lovingly over your pussy, kissing the wetness. You pull hard against your chains, and they laugh at your frustration. He opens your pants, so they fall in a heap at your feet.

He slips behind you, and you feel him pull the back of your panties away from your ass. The wet fabric pulls tight against your pussy. He slices through the back of your panties in a slow smooth motion, carrying the cut between your thighs, and up the front, then tearing them away. You stand there, naked, wet and panting, as their eyes run over your flesh like hands.

He stood, kissed you teasingly on the lips, and walked to the far side of the room, sitting down. The dark haired woman looked at him for a brief second, then walked over to you. She stood nude in fatsa escort front of you, studying your body. Her fingertips trace your cheek, your neck, over your breasts. You shudder at her gentile touch. Her soft fingers run over your nipples, then pinch them hard enough to make you jump. He laughs and looks into your eyes. She leans against you, pressing her pussy into your thigh. She is as wet as you are, and she kisses you, slipping her tongue between your lips. She kisses you for a long frozen moment, before drawing back, and looking down at your bag of toys. One hand trails widely over your skin as she kneels and starts to look through the bag. She retrieves your favorite toy, and studies it, before looking at you smiling. She holds the bullet before your eyes, and turns the power on, and it buzzes to life. You cant help but lick your lips and she laughs with delight. She trails it over your neck, and down your breast, the vibrations setting your body aflame. You moan when she holds it to your nipple, and bite your lip as she trails it down your belly. Her warm fingers press it to your clit, and you thrust your hips into it, needing the release. She only hold it there for a moment, before sliding it across your lips, to your pussy.

“We need it good…and…wet…,” She says softly. She runs it over your pussy, rotating it as you spread your legs wider.

She steps closer to you, and kisses you again.

“Lets see why you enjoy this so much, shall we?”

She takes it away from your pussy, and you watch as she slips it inside herself. She leans into you, kissing your neck and biting your shoulder. Her hands run over your back, cupping your ass. Her nipples are hard, driving into your breasts. Her kisses and bites get faster and harder, and she rakes her nails down your back. She grinds her hips against yours, gasping and moaning in your ear. At last she surges against you, kissing you hard, her tongue invading your mouth. You feel her stomach muscles spasming, then she leans limply against you. She looks up at you with sleepy eyes, and slips your toy out of her pussy. She shakes slightly as she sets it down, and shuts it off. She walks away with shaky legs, to lean back against the couch.

You hang there, feeling the blood surge between your thighs. Needing and wanting. The man on the couch stands slowly. He walks over to you, looking you up and down, before cupping one of your breasts in his hand. His fingers are a contrast to hers, rough and hard to her soft, teasing. He pulls your head back by the hair and you gasp. He laughs at you, and walks to the stand in the corner. He picks up a leather collar, and a short chain leash. He walks over to face you again.

“You are one hot piece, you know.”

He slips the collar between your legs, running the inside lining over your pussy. He actually lifts you up, using the leather as a sling. You moan, and he laughs again.

He slowly pulls off the boxers. He is large, and very hard. As he walks around you, the head of his cock brushes your thighs. He holds the leather finike escort to your face, and you catch the scent of your pussy there, before he snaps it around your throat. He snaps the chain to the collar, and holding you leash in one hand, he starts to unchain your wrists with the other.

Once you are free, he walks back to the couch, and you are forced to follow. He walks slowly, enjoying guiding you about. When you get to the couch he stops you by the arm, opposite the dark haired woman. Using the leash he pulls you down until you are bent over the arm of the couch, then smacks you ass with his bare palm. You jerk as he spanks you again.

“You like that, don’t ya, little slut? I can tell you have been a naughty little bitch.”

He passes the leash to the blonde, who lays below you. Her legs are spread wide, and her pussy is below you. She holds your chain in one hand, the other causally spreads her lips wide, so you can see hot pink and wet you are.

The man spanks you a few more times. You jerk with each slap, and grind yourself against the arm of the couch. He suddenly pulls you back, and spreads your legs with his knees. You feel the wide head of his cock at your pussy.

“You want to get fucked like a little slut now, don’t you? I can feel how wet you are with just my cock…”

With one hard thrust he is inside you. You cry out as he fills you. He starts to fuck you hard, slamming into you and out again, as hard as he can. The blonde on the couch starts pulling you down by the leash, and he reaches up and starts pressing down on the back of your head, until your face is between her thighs. She grinds herself against you as you try to taste her, running your tongue over her. He fucks you harder, grunting like an animal…”Eat that pussy bitch.”

You feel yourself building, as you slip your tongue into her pussy, letting his thrusts rock you forward, so your tongue fucks her. As suddenly as he started he pulls out of you, and steps around to her. She pulls your face away from her so you can watch his cock, glistening with your juices, disappear in her mouth. It only takes her a few moments before he cums, thrusting into her mouth. She shows you his fluids on her tongue for a brief moment.

Suddenly your lover is there beside you, taking you in his arms. He guides you out of the room, into another, and lays you down on a bed. There are other people in there, and the smell of sex in rich in the air. He hold you close, and whispers in your ear : “Do you want me?”

You feel a rush of emotion and lust, as you answer: “Please…”

He slides up between your legs, and slips inside you. You lock your legs around him as he teases you with his cock, softly and slowly at first, and harder as he responds to your needs. A couple joins you on the bed, the dark haired woman, on all fours, with someone thrusting into her from behind. She smiles down at you, giving a little cry with each thrust.

You feel your body just let go. You grip her arm, digging your nails into her skin as you cum. You are dimly aware that your cries of passion are answered from others in the room, then you hear him calling your name, and you feel him explode inside you. After forever, he sinks down, melting into you, telling you how much he loves you. You smile as you drift off to sleep, head pressed against the dark haired woman’s breast.

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The yellow Harley paced him well through the winding mountain roads. The sun was beginning to set over the ocean, turning the foam on the waves a bright orange. Lee-Ann could definitely ride well, despite the statement she made about being new to all “this”.

She cracked the throttle of the sleek yellow Sportster and it barked away from Ray’s full dressed Harley. She led him down the twisted ribbon of Coast Highway at a good clip. Ray closed in on her, and held a position just behind for several miles.

He watched her smooth handling of the bike, and wondered why she had re-joined him. Her friends had finally arrived at the rally, and he had thought she would stay with them. Something had changed her mind, he just wasn’t sure what.

Lee-Ann watched Ray’s black Harley in her rear-view mirror as she piloted her throbbing bike down the road. He kept close, but not close enough for her to make eye contact. Her mind went back to last night, when she felt his hot, pulsing erection skewer her small body. The thought of that fullness made her wet all over, again.

Backing off the handgrip, she slowed into a heavy turn, leaning hard to glide through the curve. `There!’ she thought `I knew it was close by’. She signaled a stop and pulled up into a secluded rest area. Ray followed her across the open tarmac parking are, past the few cars and trucks sitting there. Lee-Ann left her bike running as she peeled the full-face helmet off and shook out her long hair.

He waited for her to shut off her bike before he killed his. She gracefully dismounted and walked over to Ray. He took out the short non- filtered cigarettes he carried and lit one. He offered her a smoke, but she declined. His curiosity was getting the best of him. He was about to say something when she beat him to it.

“Nice ride, to here, wasn’t it?” she asked.

“Yeah, it was. What happened to your friends?” he queried.

“Well, they couldn’t find their butts with both hands. They had all been drinking hard and not stopping!” She stamped her boot clad feet in emphasis.

He remembered that she didn’t drink, but evidently it was a touchy subject with her.

“What are you going to do?” he asked.

“Ride!” She answered, then hesitantly added, “With you?”

“Cool!” Was his response.

He got off his bike and they walked around to loosen up. Lee-Ann stayed close near his side, and kept rubbing against his arm as they walked. She had something on her mind, and he would find out, soon. She slowed their walk to a crawl, and turned to face him.

Not sure of herself, she stayed close to this amazing man, who had affected her so intensely. Would he take her? Would he reject her? So many possibilities ran through her mind, until she finally stopped walking and faced him. She studied his strong face. The sparkling green eyes looked deep into hers. She lifted her hand to his shoulder and gently pulled his face closer to hers.

Ray could feel the tension in her movements. The indecision in her expression was obvious. The reality came to him when she held his shoulder and pulled him towards her face. Her lips parted, and her eyes closed halfway as their faces neared. Their lips touched lightly, and he felt the tip of her tongue on his mouth.

He opened his lips, and her hot tongue slipped inside his efeler escort mouth. He returned the exploration with his own. Lee-Ann’s arm flew around his neck and the kiss went hot and heavy. They kissed hot and hands roamed across leather covered bodies. The sounds and aromas of their passions drowned out all that was around them.

She pulled back first, almost afraid to look into his eyes. She raised her eyes to see his wide grin.

“I thought you were married.” He stated softly.

She blushed and coughed before she answered his next thought.

“Yes, I am.” She replied. “But right now, this is what I want. No! This is what I NEED!” She clutched his leather shell to hers, burying her face in his chest.

Ray wrapped his strong arms around her small frame and held her tight. He could feel the need in her breathing, in the way she held on to his body. He wasn’t sure where it was going, but he was going to find out. He picked up her chin and placed a long tender kiss on her mouth. Lee-Ann was so relieved at his response, she hadn’t thought of what would happen next. All she knew was that this man in her arms, right here, right now felt very good!

She returned his kiss, and felt the bulge at his thigh growing. Her small hand slipped between them and she touched him there. Through the leather, she imagined she could feel the heat, the pulsing need. He made a soft sound when she rubbed its growing length.

Without speaking, she took his hand and placed it at the junction of her thighs and pressed it firmly against herself, the led him away from the bikes to the small grove of trees nearby.

Lee-Ann took off her leather jacket, laid it on the ground, then reached for his zipper and opened his jacket. He removed the heavy garment and she placed it near hers, like a blanket on the forest floor. Her shirt followed her jacket, and her lovely C-cup breasts were naked to the afternoon light. The light pink nipples stood firm and full. She put his rough hands on them and held them in her own.

Ray bent to kiss her, and she started to loosen his belt. The cooling night air struck his belly at the same time her warm hand found his growing erection. The feelings mingled into excitement as Lee-Ann began to stroke his flesh. Ray’s hands worked at her waist and opened her yellow leather pants. Exploring fingers soon found her wet kitty slit, causing her to moan softly.

“Lee, are you sure you want this?” He asked as his finger entered her vagina.

“Ohmigod! Yes. Ray! Yess I want you, now!” She exclaimed.

She broke away and unzipped the legs of her leather. Her pants and boots came off as one, crumpled in a heap. She stood naked in front of him and opened her arms in submission.

“Please, Take me! I need you inside me!” she was almost begging.

Ray took down his pants and pulled Lee-Ann to the makeshift pallet. He lay back and let her straddle his supine body. She paused to gobble his firmness for a few moments, coating it with saliva. She knelt with the crown pointing at her hungry little kitty.

He watched as she rubbed his erection through her dripping, hot vulva. Slick now with her nectar, she held him at her opening. He could see her intake of breath just as she let her weight down, impaling herself swiftly.

“OOFFFF!” elbistan escort She grunted as her butt slapped his belly, her swollen vulva gloving the massive penis tightly.

“AHH, Ray! Feels sooo gooood! MMMMMMmmm”

“You’re so tight! It’s so hot! Leee-Annnn!” He moaned.

She rocked and rolled her little body, and started to ride him hard. She rubbed her clitoris on his belly, then moved her knees up. Her hands balanced her on his chest and she started to lift and lower herself on the shaft. She chanted babble, mostly. “SO full . so hot . oh fuck .yesssss.” Ray managed to press his fingers on her clitoris as she posted on him, quickly brining her to release. The primal scream rang out and her whole body shuddered with her cum. Ray thickened and grew inside her and his own orgasm came right behind hers.

“Cumm .. Cummmmminnnnggggg! OH. HERE!!!! AHHHH!! LEEEEE!!

The heavy throbs pushed his seed deep into her quivering belly, mixing with her girl-cum, drenching them both. She fell on his heaving chest, sobbing with relief, gasping for air.

“Ray! So good! So full!” she stumbled over the short sentences. “Can you? Again, I mean?”

He rolled them over into the missionary position, and slowly began the familiar lover’s dance. Gently at first he worked his still hard cock in and out of Lee-Ann’s tiny body. Her hips met his in hard thrusts, slapping her belly on his. Grunts of passion, as he pushed deep into her body, came from her throat.

“RAY! . YESSS .omigod ..Fuck .OHGOD FUCKK MEEE!!”

He remained silent, and continued to pound her vagina with his throbbing eight inches. The velvet sheath of her cunt was hot, wet, and very tight. Her passionate responses drove Ray on and deeper as Lee-Ann curled her knees up and rolled her hips higher.

Lee-Ann felt so full, as if Ray were splitting her small vulva with his massive cock. She’d heard of ten and twelve inch prongs, but Ray’s was the largest that had ever penetrated her small pussy. She marveled at the hot, smooth feeling as he plunged into her. She could feel his crown hitting the knot of her cervix, so very far inside.

It hadn’t occurred to her that she would ever have another man in her, let alone a `stranger’ out in the wide open air. She didn’t think of Ray as a stranger, though. The way he treated her the day before, as a friend and fellow rider, was a revealing experience for her. He had been the `gentleman’, and not forced himself on her. It was she who `took’ him last night, in that moment of passion.

As it was, today, it was her idea to follow him. It was her body that desired the lust filled fucking she was now receiving, and thoroughly enjoying. She thought briefly that she wanted it to last forever. The heavy flush that crept into her belly and was spreading through her body, brought her back to right here, right now. Her second full, hard cum was fast approaching, and she poured her efforts into it.

Ray felt her thrusting harder to meet his long strokes, he saw the sweat forming on her chest and neck. Her face was flushing a light rose, and her breath came in starving gasps. Her inner muscles tightened around him, brining his own control to the limits. They pulsed, contracting as he thrust in, relaxing only slightly as he pulled back. He was erciş escort ready to spew his seed, but determined to wait for her release.

Lee-Ann couldn’t hold on any more. Her grunts turned to whimpering cries and finally to a scream that came from the depths of her soul. Her body stiffened, momentarily, then convulsed uncontrollably as the orgasm took her into another dimension.

Ray felt her go still, and her cunt clamped down harder than he thought possible. She squeezed his cock, and her body started shaking, her scream filled his ears. He locked his mouth over hers and thrust one final time into her small body. His butt clenched and his cock swelled thicker and harder. His pulsing dragon spit its liquid fire deep into the little woman’s belly, forcing his hot, thick seed into her.

He came with such force and volume, that the froth of her nectar and his semen escaped around the rigid shaft that plugged her tiny vulva. Their thighs and the leather beneath them were bathed in the thick juice, a small pool grew under Lee-Ann’s butt.

Falling on her, he too, gasping for breath, nuzzled her neck. She responded in kind, and her lips found his and they kissed hot, murmuring her pleasure and thanks.

“So good, Ray! .. Yesss . Oh, so fucking good!” she exclaimed.

Ray started to get off, and her legs wrapped around his butt.

“No, don’t leave me, yet! Stay where you are? Please?” she asked.

Ray relaxed, and gently lay back on top of Lee-Ann.

She pulled him closer with her legs and purred, “Oh, yeah! That’s so good.” She even squeezed him softly with her kitty, enjoying the fullness and feeling the damp liquid running out of her slit.

Two cums in rapid succession left Ray unable to retain his firmness for very long, and a slight movement of her body dislodged him from the warm, wet nest. A look of disappointment filled Lee-Ann’s eyes, but she understood, and kissed Ray softly.

“Thank You.” She said. “I needed that, from you!”

“Why me?” He asked. “Why not one of your other friends, or your `old man’?”

“There was something about you, and us last night, that told me you were different. You were not like them at all, and I liked the way you felt inside me.” She explained.

“Where do “we” go from here?”

“If.if it’s okay.I mean.Can we just ride, and see where we end up?” She answered tentatively.

Ray looked down at the tender, small body next to him. Her long hair spread out around her head and shoulders, her breasts an inviting sight, the swell of her belly rising and falling as she breathed, and the swollen, rose colored flower between her legs that still oozed the frothy mixture of their cums.

He thought about it for a few minutes. Lee-Ann had a concerned look on her face, trying to figure out his answer.

He smiled, and bent his head to hers. He kissed her softly, and whispered, “Let’s clean you up a little, first. Okay?”

She gave a quizzical look, then understood as Ray kissed down to her freshly fucked and sensitive kitty and started to `clean’ it with his tongue. She had another cum under his skillful tongue, then they both dressed. They mounted their bikes with a new and different feeling about each other. They warmed the machines, and started for the highway. When they got to the intersection, Ray looked at his riding partner, and waved his hand across in front of them.

Lee-Ann studied his `question’ briefly, then picked the direction. Her yellow Sportster barked as she made the right hand turn. Ray throttled up and fell in next to her on the start of a new journey for both of them.

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Her breathing slowly came back down to normal, and she slid down and turned around on the couch until she was sitting normally, with her legs off the edge, facing me. My cock was still erect, dripping precome and slick with our combined juices. She took me by the shoulders, leaned in closely and said “Thank you, baby. That felt great. Now stand up.”

I stood up.

Looking straight into my eyes and smiling seductively, she leaned forward and planted a soft, sloppy wet kiss right on my cockhead. Her eyes sparkled and she leaned even further forward. Her lips opened and she took half my dick inside her sweet, hot mouth. I shivered to feel such exquisite sensations inside me. My hands reached out and held her shoulders loosely.

The one thing I could never get over about Tygre was the softness of her skin. No other woman I had ever met had skin as soft as Tygre’s. I didn’t know if she used some sort of skin conditioner or what, but the quality of her skin was unparalleled. Yet another of the qualities of Tygre that had me engrossed in her presence.

Her hand reached up and held my full, hard eggs within the sack. She pulled on them lightly, enough to ache quite a bit, making me moan. I liked the pain, liked the contrast it set with the incredible pleasure of her tongue rasping away at the underside of my cock right below the head, where it’s the most sensitive. Tygre knew what she was doing.

Her mouth continued to work as her other hand (soft hands, beautiful, long purple and black nails) came up to pull on my buttcheek softly. She pulled me deeper into her mouth, wanting to taste more of me at once. My hips started uncontrollably thrusting into her face as I tried to work more of my rock-hard shaft into her body. My eyes were still fastened on her face and raven-black hair as she bobbed slowly on me.

Oh God, it felt so fucking good. I wanted to totally come everything I had straight down her throat, but I knew this might be the only chance to put my seed deep into her womb, and I didn’t plan on wasting the opportunity. I wanted to know what it felt like to explode far within this lovely sexy woman called Tygre.

So I found out.

I pulled my cock and balls out of her mouth and hand. She looked up at me with a small pout, but she knew what I really wanted. I knelt down and took her face in both my hands. “Jesus, Tygre, I want you. I want to be inside you, to feel this desire I have for you physically.”

“Yes, put it in me. Come inside me, give me all that fucking come.” She hefted my balls with her hand. “Poor baby, these feel blue.” She squeezed them and made me gasp with the pain, while she laughed good-naturedly at me.

Her words made me shake. I reached down and took my cock in my hand. Aiming it directly at her center, I watched as she reached down in turn to peel back her outer lips gently. “Ooooh, look, baby, I’m so ready. Do you see how wet I am? See me dripping? You need to be in there, as deep as it will go, and then deeper. I want all of you in me.”

I moved forward until just the head was inside her. “Lover, I’m going to move very very slowly. It’s going to take a long time for the whole thing to get inside.”

“OK, ok, yeah, that’s fucking good, oooh, make me wait…ooooooooh…” She moaned as I took my time. Slowly, centimeter by centimeter, I moved my cock into her depths. Her soft moist membranes contracted, trying to suck me in, to get my cock to move faster, to satisfy her voracious cunt and its need for meat to suck on and eat whole. Her pussy was like another mouth, wanting to gobble the entire thing down without chewing, to swallow me all at once. I didn’t let her. Mu hands blocked her attempts to quicken things. I had to push back on her soft round hips (object of my dreams) to prevent her shoving her dripping pussy forwards.

It took at least an entire minute for the first half of my cock to sink into her wet center. Her hips kept shoving forwards and I would move back to prevent any more of me from sinking it. It took almost all of my willpower not to meet her thrusts and end this forced delay, but I could tell by her moans, her biting her lips, licking them with the tip of her tongue and looking at me urgently that she was enjoying this foreplay as much merzifon escort as I was.

My heart rate was escalating. The excitement really was truly overwhelming. Here I was, entering where I had dreamt about for so long. And her beautiful tight sexy little fucking pussy was everything I had ever dreamed it would be. It was truly paradise. It clamped down on my cock, a wet hot sheath, encasing my meat, sucking on it, trying to crush it into a climax. Moving into her felt like coming home. I *was* home.

Another minute or so passed by while I just stayed halfway in, leaning forward to kiss her deeply. Our tongues met and danced, our saliva moved from one mouth to another. We were sharing all the bodily fluids we could, our hands roaming each other’s body. We pinched each other’s nipples, hard. She pulled on mine until I cried out.

I leaned down to swipe my tongue all over her tits, biting, pulling at her sweet nips with my teeth. She held my head in her hands, her head back, mouth open, a long sigh coming from deep in her chest. It appeared her relief at our union was almost as great as mine. This excited me even more.

Finally I pulled back my head and looked her in her eyes. She looked back steadily.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, do it.” Her hips made little motions towards my body, almost involuntary ones. I could tell she wanted it all, wanted to feel the pressure of being filled.

I moved the rest into her slowly but not as slowly as the first half. It only took about 8 seconds to get the rest of my length into her. When our hips met and our chests finally brushed against each others’, our arms encircled one another and we pressed even closer together. We both groaned, our breath escaping our bodies into each others’ mouths. We were kissing furiously, as if our lives were ending in five minutes and all we wanted to do was kiss until we died. Our hands possessed each other, claimed the territories, explored everywhere we could reach.

When we weren’t kissing, we were looking into each other’s eyes. The friction-induced pleasure rocketing up and down my cock and my testicles made it very difficult to maintain the eye contact. But I did. I was glad for that, because the intense emotional pressure of meeting her gaze while she tried to make me explode inside her by squeezing my cock with her vaginal walls was sublime.

I pulled back again to look at her full face and rich, soft lips, deep eyes, raven hair. I thought to myself, “I’m going to have to have this woman, again and again and again, until I just can’t get hard anymore. I want my goddamn dick to fall off from fucking this sweet pussy.” She was looking at me and smiling, almost as if she knew what I was thinking.

Her hands reached out and pulled my hips into her, showing me what she wanted. I started thrusting, not too hard but not too gently either, deep into her with long strokes. The wet sounds of my cock and her cunt filled the room, along with a small slapping sound of my balls smacking her taint and asshole and the parts of her asscheeks they could hit. It was so incredibly delicious, being inside her.

We kissed more. We could not stop kissing each other. We fed off each other’s lips, tongue, breath, spit. Our tongues curled around each other just as our arms did, our chests heaved into each other’s. We finally wound up crushed against one another, her legs over the end of the couch, feet planted firmly on the floor, sitting ramrod straight, holding on to me for balance and leverage as I surged into her pussy again and again. Every time I thought the words “Tygre’s pussy, her pussy, sweet fucking pussy, hot fucking pussy” my cock got harder and harder, I could feel it get purple and engorged with too much blood for it to properly contain.

My hands grabbed her succulent ass, pulling on it to get my dick buried in her as far as I could manage.

My meat felt harder and bigger than it ever had before. Even Tygre noticed. “Ooooh, fuck, what’s going on, your cock feels really big, bigger than when we started…?”

I looked straight at her with a serious look on my face, almost stern. “Say the word ‘pussy’.”

She leaned in and hugged me to her, moving her chest side to mezitli escort side to brush her gorgeous tits against my chest and nipples. Our faces past each other, whispering into my ear while tonguing it occasionally, she said softly, “You want me to say pussy? You like that dirty fucking word? Your big cock feels so fucking fine deep in my pussy. My little pussy loves eating you, eating that meat, over and over, ooooh yeah. Get that fucking thing in my pussy. What about cunt? You like that word too, you sick fucking man with a cock that’s gonna’ make my pussy come all over it? You like my cunt? Tell me you like fucking my cunt with your hot, hard cock. Mmmmmm, my pussy loves you. Fuck my pussy. Make my pretty pussy come.”

Her words totally inflamed me. I could tell talking like that was exciting her too. Her breath was quicker, she was almost panting. I think she was close. I kept my pace totally steady, because I was too.

“Yes, you incredible, beautiful, lovely little bitch, your pussy is the tightest, hottest fucking pussy I’ve ever slid into. I am going to put about a gallon of fucking come in it, it’s going to hose your ass down. Fuck, you’re so tight and hot. Your pussy is the fucking greatest, Tygre! FUCK!”

“Mmmmm, thanks, I love your cock too. We’re going to have to do this again until we get it right, you know.” She smiled that trademark Tygre smile, and winked at me.

Suddenly my balls got really tight and drew up close to my body.

“Oh fuck, listen, I’m gonna’….ooooooh, my fucking balls hurt so fucking much….Jesus, I need to come….” I was moaning now, looking straight down at our genitals French kissing over and over again. The deep fucking was driving me mad. My balls were really blue, really big, felt like a big fist attached between my legs swinging back and forth.

She took my chin in her hand and pulled my head up roughly. “Kiss me while you come. Kiss me while your cock explodes in me. Don’t pull away, I want to feel you come through your mouth while my pussy feels your hot load spray out from those heavy blue nuts.”

“O-o-ok, ok, I-i-I’ll try…” I answered shakily. I could feel the rise start. My balls got even tighter. But there wasn’t quite enough pressure or sensation to put me over the edge. I was walking a razor, not falling off either side. The conflict and tension was overwhelming, my whole body was shaking. Hers was too, but I couldn’t tell if she was that close or not. I desperately wanted us to come together, but I wasn’t sure if that was possible. It was so rare.

She and I looked at each other, eyes glued to eyes, while we fucked luxuriously. I held her breasts in the palms of my hands, brushing my palms against her very erect nipples. I wondered if they hurt from being hard so long. I knew my dick did, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was more stroking, deeper penetration and to spray my sperm all over her cunt walls. I want her to overflow and drip down her thick soft thighs, I was so horny I wanted to lick up the remains and make her come again with my mouth after I blew up and my balls turned themselves inside out within her.

It was going on forever. I had no idea where the stamina was coming from. Her arms got tight around my shoulders, she bit down on her bottom lip and said while she slowly closed her eyes, “Trey…oh Trey, this is it. My fucking pussy….oh God, my pussy’s…yes, yes, fucking pussy’s gonna cccuuuuummmmmmm…mmmmmmm fuuuck…”

And then it happened.

Her walls totally collapsed down onto my cock. It felt like she reached down with a red-hot hand full of vaseline and spit and gripped me, _hard_. It was too much for me to feel, her lovely, pristine shaved little pussy coming all over my cock, squeezing, sucking, squeezing. I felt the sperm race up my dick. My balls shouted with joy to part with this massive load, unleashing it within such an incredible woman and an incredible body. It was not something I was very used to lately, and my testes were going to make the most of it. On the pill or not, they couldn’t know and didn’t care — they planned on making triplets.

After the first 3 or 4 spasms, feeling my asshole tighten with the effort of ejaculation into her pussy, I broke my midyat escort promise about eye contact. I couldn’t help it. I leaned forward quickly and bit her shoulder to keep from screaming.

Buried shouts still emanated from deep in my throat. The muffled groans filled the little room. I hoped they couldn’t be heard outside. Her hand held the back of my head, pushing my mouth harder on her skin, daring me to break it with my teeth. Her other hand snuck down between our bodies and strummed her own clit to lengthen her climax, draw it out and make it match mine in ferocity and time.

I surged into her again and again, feeling the load spurt out of the tip of my penis and fill her pussy up with hot, hot liquids. I wondered what it must feel like for her to have so much come inside her so quickly.

My asscheeks flexed mercilessly to try to eke out the last shreds of juice from my depleted nutsack. My balls were still heaving, automatically attempting to spurt even though there really wasn’t anything left.

I felt her thighs (God, I loved her thighs, wanted to stop breathing in between them and lie there forever) clamped around my hips, squeezing, squeezing, over and over. She appeared to still be feeling contractions, probably small little mini-comes. Her hand was still slowly stroking herself, I couldn’t tell for sure if she was trying to build to another orgasm or simply making the downhill ride from her last one smoother.

We just looked at each other, breathing still ragged. It took a couple more minutes before I could speak. My look must have been one of admiration, because she smiled widely at me.

“My God, Tygre, I haven’t, oh fuck, I haven’t exploded like that in years. You do something to me only Julie used to. You are very very special to me.”

“Mmmmmm, those were great comes, honey. You keep me coming off like that, I may never let you get dressed again. Your dick is awesome! Let me see it.”

I pulled out. Her pussy immediately spilled a large quantity of my come out of her onto the floor with an obscene, wet sound. It made my cock twitch, even in its exhausted state. I stood up. Right in front of her face, she looked almost cross-eyed at this twisted image of a rock-hard cock, covered and dripping with combined juices and thick fresh cum. I wasn’t soft yet, my body was too wound up from the excitement she brought to me to let it relax yet.

“Honey?”

“Yeah?” I answered.

“Oooooh, fuck, well, I wanna’ suck it. Can I suck it? It looks so tasty…let me suck that fucking thing. Come on, let me suck it, please?” Looking up at me with big open round eyes, she made herself appear as young as she could, getting some sort of old pervert/teenage nympho thing going. I could almost feel my soul burning in hell.

“Aw, Jesus fucking Christ…” I moaned. My heart started beating harder and I felt weak in the knees. This hot bitch was going to kill me. “If you get to eat it, I get to lick you until you’re as sore as I am. It’s going to hurt, but you’ll come again, I promise. Maybe more than once.”

“Yay!” She bounced her hot ass up and down on the couch while she clapped her hands. “OK, it’s a deal!” she agreed.

With that, she reached up gently with those gorgeous hands, took my cock and pushed the flared, abused purple head head all around her barely open puffy bruised lips, smearing our mixed fluids onto her face. (We’d kissed each other so hard and for so long, both our mouths were inflamed, reddened, they looked collagen-injected.) Her mouth got shiny immediately from what covered my erect cock.

She moaned to feel the soft skin of the helmet and slickness of our fluids on her mouth and cheeks. Her tongue snaked out to rapidly flick the head demoniacally, she licked up and down the shaft, and then sucked on a wasted, shrunken nut hard enough to really hurt me. With a loud popping sound she let the egg come out of her suctioning mouth. Then she sucked it in again, and released it with another loud pop. The sounds and feeling kept my dick in its rock-hard state — she was not going to give it any rest at all between explosions.

I could feel my fuzzy nuts recharging, the cum was building up again, faster that I ever imagined it would. Oh God, I had to fuck her, fuck her until she screamed out loud, fuck her until her hands pushed me off. I wondered if I was ever going to get enough of such a hot piece of ass as this woman.

Good fucking Christ, what a sex-crazed slut! She was amazing!

This was going to be a very long night.

The End

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Bear Women – Kathy

This is a series of stories about the women of a company that uses a paw print as its logo. I make no representation as to the truth of these stories or who they may or may not represent.

After a year at the company starting as an intern, I had worked in various departments and got to know a number of the sexy women in the company. I did have other interests though, and decided to spend a weekend working on a Habitat for Humanity “build blitz” just a couple blocks from my apartment.

During the volunteer evaluation, they found out I had some experience with electrical systems and was assigned to the electrical contractor as a helper to assist in whatever they needed. I started as part of the rough-in crew and pulled wires all morning in the number three house of four. By lunch time, I was already hot and thirsty, and very ready for a break. I grabbed two bottles of water and a tray of food from the table and sat down at an empty seat oblivious to anyone else around me.

“Steve!” I heard from behind me as a hand rested on my shoulder. “I didn’t know you would be here!” I turned and found Kathy from work right behind me.

Kathy worked as a technical writer and also acted as program administrator for one of our software programs. I had definitely noticed her around the company and talked to her briefly but never really got to know her personally. She was very different from most of the other women in the company as she was not flirty or at all seductive in her dress. She seemed to be more content hanging out with the guys and being accepted as part of the team without the trappings of most of the other women.

She was short, only about 5 foot and 3 or 4 inches with a small but strong frame. Her dark red hair was feathered around her face but fell straight in back to the bottom of her shoulder blades. Her skin seemed permanently tanned, with a small nose nestled between two bright brown eyes. Her small breasts were always secured in a simple white bra under her polo shirt, while her muscular legs and firm butt usually were stuffed into tactical 5.11 pants that were a pleasure to watch.

I invited her to sit down with me and we talked about what we had been doing that day. She had been assigned to a paint crew but with the incredible heat they had asked her to switch over to providing water bottles around the project and collecting the empties. I let her know that I would likely be inside unit four the rest of the afternoon as our goal was to finish all our wiring today so the night shift could get all the drywall up during the cool of the night. She promised to drop off some water later and I went back to work.

The stifling weather did slow us down and it was almost seven by the time we finished running wires. Kathy had been by twice to provide cool water, staying around to chat for a few minutes each time. As I wrapped up my tools, I figured she had long since left but I found her collecting another bag of empty water bottles out front.

“Hi!” I said as I approached. “I thought you would be gone by now.”

“Well hello!” she answered with a smile. “This is my last bag of empties and then I can leave.”

“You want to go out and get a bite to eat?” The smile she had given me definitely gave me the impression that there was opportunity to spend more time together and my immediate reaction was to ask her out for dinner.

“I need a shower before I could possible sit down to eat,” she replied and then leaned close to my chest. She sniffed and wrinkled her nose. “And you definitely need a shower!”

“OK,” I answered, thinking fast. “My place is only two blocks away. You can shower at my place while I make you a delicious dinner of chicken with green olives and tomatoes over wild rice.” This is one of my standby dishes and I always had the makings for it standing by.

“That sounds good but what about these sweaty clothes?”

“I will wash them for you while we eat. I have a nice fluffy bathrobe you can wrap up in until your clothes are dry.” I would have preferred that she walk around my place naked but I did not want to scare her away. I always figured I should take it slow and easy until given the signal to do otherwise, although many of the women I met in this company were not interested in such niceties of seduction.

“That sounds really good!” she said with that smile again. I helped her with the last bit of clean-up and hoisted the bag of empty water bottles into the recycle dumpster for her. Then we walked off towards my apartment building. When we got to my apartment, I gave Kathy a brief tour, then sent her to the bathroom, where I provided a large towel, the promised bathrobe, and all the essentials she would need. Then I went to the kitchen to start dinner.

I heard the hair dryer as she finished up, and timed the cooking so that I could leave it for 10 minutes while I showered. Kathy came into the kitchen wearing just the large towel wrapped tight around her body, forcing her breasts to be mashed up to almost spill out the top and just barely covering her ass at the bottom. Her red hair was clean and shiny as it cascaded lefkoşa escort over her shoulders, while her clean face showed why she needed no makeup to turn a head. She had her sweaty clothes in her hands.

“You didn’t like the bathrobe?” I asked with a grin.

“I thought you might like this better,” she answered with a devilish look in her eye. “Do you want me to put the robe on as well?”

“No, no! That’s quite all right,” I said with a grin. “I like the look. If you can keep an eye on the rice so it doesn’t burn, I’ll be back out in ten minutes.” I took her dirty clothes and walked out of the kitchen. As I passed her she swatted on the butt.

“No worries…I’ve got it.”

I went off and started the laundry to wash her clothes, then jumped in the shower myself. I tried to hurry but did take the time to shave, figuring that if anything did happen at least I would not give her beard-burn. I threw on a pair of terrycloth bathroom shorts and a t-shirt and came back to the kitchen to find that Kathy had already set the table.

I served dinner, but by passed the normal wine for water since we were both a little dehydrated from the hot day’s work. We talked about work, some common interests in movies and television, and a number of other things. It was a casual dinner between friends, although her near-naked body was a distraction for me. When we were done I rose and started clearing the table. Kathy offered to help but I insisted she was my guest and I would take care of it. With my back to the dining room, I cleared the left-over food into containers to place in the frige.

“Would you care for any dessert?’ I asked with my back turned. “I have some ice cream and could heat up some pie if you would like.”

“No need,” she said in a suddenly husky voice. “I think your dessert is already on the table.” I turned around and found Kathy laid back on top of the table, her thick towel laid out under her. Her body was facing my seat, with her legs spread wide to highlight her auburn mass of pubic hair and the glistening labia beneath. My eyes feasted on the luscious body before me, and I found myself carefully examining her tan lines.

Around her moderate breasts there was faint tan line that showed she tanned both with a string bikini top and without! Her bronze skin was smooth and taught across her midsection but at her hips there was a two-tone tan line. Some of her tanning had been done with a moderate panty-type bottom but other times she had worn a thong-type bottom that barely covered her thatch and pussy! I never thought Kathy was so daring!

“Are you going to stand there with your mouth open,” she asked in that husky voice. “I know some places your open mouth could be put to work.” I jerked out of my trance and moved towards the table. I stood between her legs and leaned forward over her body, resting my hand on the table at each side of her waist.

My mouth moved to her chest and I licked the smooth valley between her firm little breasts, sampling her soft skin like a new flavor of ice cream, breathing in her clean scent. Shifting one hand to cup one firm tit, I moved my head to the other one, running my mouth all over the ripe globe of flesh before focusing the attention of my tongue on her hard nipple. Sucking with delight on that nipple for a while, I continued to caress the other breast with my right hand. When I opened my mouth wide and tried to pull her entire tit into my mouth, it felt like it would almost fit.

Beneath my lips I could feel the pulsing of Kathy’s heart while delicate shivers and the little writhing of her body encouraged my swollen prick to become even harder. Despite my desire, I knew that I should take my time with her as the reward in the end would be so worth it. After all, she was spread out on my table just for me and I so much wanted to hear her moan in ecstasy.

Moving my head, I exchanged one breast for another in my mouth, loving on it with my mouth and tongue. She caressed the back of my head as she moaned and pressed her hips up to rub her pubic mound against my stomach. Her urgency, not mine, made me move away from her soft breasts, using my mouth to kiss down her rib cage, and over to her hip.

As I shifted my body around, I realized how swollen and eager my cock was as it tented my shorts. It wanted to be buried in her cunt so bad, but I knew she wanted me to have dessert first and pleasing her was the first order. From her hip, my mouth worked back to center, licking leisurely around the boundaries of her pubic thatch, exploring the feeling of the tightly curled against his cheek as the splendid bouquet of Kathy’s pussy wafted into my nostrils. Communicating her desire, she spread her strong thighs wide to invite me to dine in her wonderful garden.

With one hand resting on her flat belly, I moved down and placed my face between her thighs, where my tongue explored and found the moist warmth of her labia. Kathy’s pussy lips were damp with a luscious juice and I started lick at them like a kitten on milk. It was pungent and sharp yet sweet like maple syrup, a unique contrast not found in lüleburgaz escort normal food. The taste and smell were stimulating my brain; the musk embodied the fundamental nature of this woman as her crotch pressed against my face. I inhaled deeply and then opened my mouth wide and shoved my tongue between her labia to plunge it deep into the silky warmth of her vagina, pushing deeper until my nose was buried in her flesh.

“Oh crap,” Kathy gasped. “That’s good.” Moving my hands to grip the cheeks of her muscular ass, I pressed forward to ‘savor the flavor’ of her pussy, sucking up the seeping juices. I pushed my mouth deeper against the soft flesh of her crotch, sucking energetically at her swollen labia until I pulled at them with my mouth. She responded by thrusting her body against my face while her body wiggled on the table in front of me. There was a squeezing pressure against the sides of my head from her muscular thighs as she lifted her legs over my shoulders and down my back. This allowed her to pull me harder into her cunt, forcing her heat against my mouth.

“Up…to…my clit!” she panted. “oh fuck…there! Oohh…fuck…eat…eat me!” I did everything I could to consume her, sucking at her swollen cunt lips and pushing the tip of my tongue against the little nub that was now the focus of her need. I switched back, sending my tongue into the depths of her pulsating snatch.

I had a tight grip on tight cheeks of her writhing ass, holding her in place as I blissfully sucked in her juices. It was difficult to hold on and my hand shifted a bit, placing a thumb right on her little anus. It felt so hot under my thumb…burning hot. I wiggled my thumb and she squealed and thrust wildly against me, smearing my cheeks and chin with her hot pussy juice.

“I’m…I’m…cumming,” she howled. “Ohhhhh…..fffuuuuucccckkkk!” Her body stretched taut, then thrashed on the table in front of him, her heels thumping on my back. I never stopped drinking in her sweet juice as I enjoyed her rapturous orgasm, watching her gasp and squirm in the throes of a magnificent climax. Although it was likely only a few brief moments, she seemed to be lost in her orgasm for a long time as wave after wave washed over her.

Finally, I felt Kathy go limp; her legs relaxed over my shoulders. The room seemed unnaturally quiet after her shouts and all I could hear was her feeble gasps for breath. With a sigh, I slid her legs off my shoulders and leaned back in my chair, my face wet with Kathy’s pussy juice. I was stunned by the vision of beauty lying on my table.

Kathy was naked on the table, her head cocked to one side; her hair was dark red and pasted to the sides of her face with sweat. The same sweat that made the smooth skin of her body glisten in the light. The firm mounds of her breasts jiggled slightly with her panting breaths but the nipples on top were swollen and hard. Below her heaving abdomen and between her spread legs, the entrance to her cunt was gleaming wet and swollen red. This was the most erotic sight I ever remember seeing, all the more exciting because I created the orgasms that left her like this.

I waited until Kathy recovered. She finally opened her eyes and looked around before fixing her gaze on me.

“Holy shit,” she exclaimed. “What did you do to me? That was incredible.”

“I just wanted some dessert,” I answered with a grin.

“Oh baby, that was great,” she sighed as she sat up. She looked down at me in my chair with a devilish smile. “I hope there is more to come.” She beckoned me closer with her finger.

I stood up and moved between her legs. She pulled me close and kissed my lips, tasting her own cunt fluid on my face. Her tongue pushed into my mouth, where she explored fervently, seeking out every taste inside.

My hand went to her breast, where I cupped it and squeezed her hard nipple. Kathy groaned into my mouth and pressed her cheats into my hand. There we were, Kathy’s sitting bare-assed on my dining table while I stood between her legs, locked in an endless lip-lock. Our hands explored and caressed each other’s bodies. The silky skin of her body under my fingers further stimulated my desire to have her, and her desire was obviously not satiated, in spite of her recent orgasm. When her hand reached down and pulled my shorts open, I realized she was still very hungry. As the shorts fell to my feet she reached down and wrapped her hand around my stiff penis to feel its size and hardness.

“I’m glad you are fully equipped,” she whispered as she broke our kiss. “And it’s fuckin’ hard, so to speak.”

“I’m glad you like it,” I replied.

“I just hope you know how to use it,” she cautioned with that grin again. “Now take me bed and show me you know how to use it.”

Moving up to her, I slid my hands under her ass and lifted her up. She wrapped her arms around my neck while her legs wrapped my waist. As she pressed her body against me I was aware of her firm breasts pressing against my chest, her nipples hard and stiff surrounded by the pliant mammary flesh.

While I turned towards my bedroom, Kathy magosa escort shifted down just a bit and she found my hard cockhead pressing against her clit. To her, it was a button to drive towards more pleasure and she began to wiggle and press her nub hard on my cock even as I was trying to walk towards the bedroom. I stumbled from her shifting weight and braced myself by leaning on the doorjamb.

“Stop moving around!” I laughed. “I almost dropped you.”

“But it feels so good!” she hissed, moving her pussy along my cock. Her teeth started to nibble on the side of my neck sending shivers through me. I knew if we stayed here she would try vertical sex and, despite all those porn movies, that is hard work. I pushed off of the doorjamb and staggered to the bed. When I got to the bed, bumped the foot of the bed with my knee and we fell onto the bed in a tangle. Without a pause, we fell back into our passionate embrace, pressing our skin together and our hands explored any uncovered part of our bodies.

Kathy was slightly higher on the bed and soon her breasts fell to the attention of my mouth again, my tongue twirling around her hard nipples as my lips suckled on her firm mounds. Our mutual hunger seemed to build as we squirmed against each other until I was positioned between Kathy’s strong thighs, outspread and welcoming. I supported my weight with my arms as I pressed the length of my cock against her steamy cunt.

She suddenly froze and grabbed my arms in an iron grip, and her eyes open wide in fear.

“Wait!” she hissed.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I’m off the pill,” she said with a sob. “Oh God…I forgot to get more and haven’t taken on in over a week. I’m sorry…I didn’t think this would happen.” I reached up to her face to caress her beautiful skin.

“Do you want to stop,” I asked tenderly. “Or would you like me to use a condom?”

“Would you?” she said, her eyes brightening. “Do you have one?” Smiling, I got off the bed and went to my dresser. In the top drawer were two condoms and I quickly tore one open and unrolled it down my hard cock. I turned back towards her and she smiled and nodded in approval.

I moved back to the bed and placed myself between Kathy’s widespread thighs. There I rested on my arms with my latex covered shaft lengthwise along Kathy’s hair-topped pussy. She was a vision of carnal beauty beneath me, her skin flush with sexual desire while her breasts jiggled with her rapid breathing. The smooth skin of her thighs wrapped around my hips and she pulled us together as her body hungered for what I was now ready to give her.

“Are you ready for this now?” I whispered, pushing upward to run my swollen cockhead through her mat of pubic hair. My own body was tense as I struggled to hold back myself, wanting to build her desire even further. I looked down into Kathy’s big brown eyes, looking for that clue…that moment that it was time.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this. I never would have thought that you and I would…” Kathy let out a long, shuddering sigh and licked her lips before continuing. “Now I want this so much. I want you in me.” She reached up a hand to stroke my cheek tenderly and then a dusky voice said, “Please fuck me! Fuck me hard with your….OH GOD YESSSSS!”

As soon as she said the “fuck” word I plunged my cock into the entrance of her pussy. In my mind I really wanted to go slow really enjoy every portion of her delicious pussy but my own desire made me just bury my cock in her wonderful creamy warmth.

Kathy threw her head back as she cried out her pleasure, her thighs pressing into me as her legs wrapped around my lower back. With her ankles crossed she pulled me down onto her while she pushed her pussy up to meet my thrust and bury me deep inside her. The connection we had at that moment was so intense, it felt as if every bit of my nervous system had been zapped with an electrical charge spreading from my cock through my entire body. My cock throbbed and if it was not for the condom wrapping my cock I would have exploded into her silky wet heat.

Kathy’s vagina wasn’t just tight, but it was also short. I felt like I bottomed out and yet my balls were not nested against her pussy entrance yet. I shoved further forward and she winced beneath me, her clenching hands now flat against my chest. For moments, neither of us dared to move.

“You’re awful big in there,” she gasped. “I think I need a moment.” Now I knew I was no porn star and she was small framed, but when any woman tells you that, it is a huge boost to your ego. We lay there, joined cock to pussy while we savored the sharing of flesh between a man and a woman. I waited patiently until she looked at me and nodded slightly.

Gradually I began to move above her, slowly rocking in and out with small movements, gradually stretching her vagina. Every few moments I would stop and lean down to kiss her, our tongues pushing against each other while our bodies seemed to melt together. With a couple of cycles of this pursuit, my penis was buried completely in Kathy’s trembling body. As I rested with my cock-root in her entrance, I discovered she had unique muscular control of her pussy and felt her taking hold of me within her magical cunt and massaging the length of my shaft. Again I was grateful of the added level of control that the condom was providing me, knowing that in my current state, if I was bareback she would have made me explode.

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When I first saw him I felt the little tingle just below the elastic of my panties that told me I wanted him. I wanted to feel his fingers probe between the swelling, ginger fringed outer lips of my pussy to stroke my clit; to taste his lips with the tip of my tongue; to know the aroma of his pubic hair; to feel the round knob of his maleness both in my mouth and in my pussy.

I was waiting in the dusk for a Greyhound bus to take me home from college and when I looked up at the sound of the bus there he was looking at me through the misty bus window. His hair was dark and a little too long; his eyes were sharp but touched with sadness and that is a combination that is deadly. When our eyes met he smiled admiringly, but it was a smile without hope. I get that look a lot. Male eyes run over me, take in my long legs, my shoulder length red hair, my green eyes, my slender body, and my firm titties, and they want me, but the next instant those eyes go cloudy with the thought that they can not have me; that I am too pretty; that I will reject them; that I will call a cop. Most times they are right, but some times. . .

The bus was not crowded. There were plenty of seats, but I made my way down the aisle, dragging my bag, to the seat beside him and I stood there for a moment letting him get a good look at me. I gave him a big smile then and ask, “Is this seat taken?”

He was caught by surprise. I could see that he couldn’t believe his luck, but was cynical enough to wonder why he had jumped so lucky. “Taken by you if you want it,” he said after a little.

“Thanks,” I said and begin to boost my bag up to the over head rack.

“Need some help?” he asked.

“No thanks,” I said and pushed the bag up. The effort and the lift of my arms caused my skirt to crawl up my thighs, and I could feel his eyes on me. It made the tingling increase and expand down from my panty tops to the top of my mons. I pushed at the bag and stepped closer to get beneath the weight of it. That put my tingling pussy about six inches from his nose. I wondered if he could smell the aroma of it as it warmed and dampened. Probably not, but the thought made it warm and dampen even more.

At last I settled beside him and we made some small talk as the bus rolled on down the highway. He was a student too and on his way to the airport to go to California.

“I always wanted to go to California,” I said. “I would like to go to the beach.”

“You’d look great in a bikini.”

I put a wicked twist into my smile. “I have a thong bikini,” I whispered and giggled, “but I haven’t gotten up the guts to wear it yet.”

He smiled in return and dropped his hand into his lap, trying to hide a growing hard on. I made a point of looking at his fly and when he saw the direction of my eyes he blushed, but the lump in his jeans got harder to hide. I thought about saying something about it, or maybe just reaching out and putting my hand on it, but that kind of thing scares some guys, no matter how they deny it, and I didn’t want to scare this one.

After a little more talk I decided to let him stew and think about my thong bikini. I pulled a book out of my purse and began to read. It is FEAR OF FLYING and I chuckled a little as I read. He asked why.

“The ‘Zipless Fuck'” I answered and laughed at the look on his face.

“What’s that?” he asked.

“It’s where two strangers meet and make love and separate without ever even knowing each others names.”

“Well, that’s interesting. You ever done it?”

“No,” I told him, though I had.

“Would you consider doing it?”

I shrugged and made sure my hair draped over my face a little. “Depends on the guy.”

“Ah,” he said and shut up. I expected him to pursue the subject, but he didn’t, so I went back to reading.

It was growing dark and I tried to flip on the reading light, but it didn’t work so I put the book away and let the back of my seat down its three inches that are supposed to make you more comfortable and closed my eyes. I was disappointed and frustrated that my seat mate hadn’t risen to the bait, but it was still a long way to Memphis. I let my knees fall open little by little as I pretended to go to sleep. Through my slightly open eye lids I could see him considering, so I let my knees fall open a little more, but I couldn’t open my legs a lot more and still pretend it was accidental. . . .

. . . And then I felt the first gentle touch of his hand on my knee. It was just a brush that could have been accidental, but he left it there against the outside of my right knee for a little while to see if I was going to suddenly wake up, or scream, or call the driver or what, but I didn’t do anything. After a little he moved his hand inside my thigh and up under my skirt a little. His fingers were warm through the nylon of my stockings, and his fingernail brushing up and down the material against my skin sent a chill up my leg. The electricity of his touch made my pussy wet. The crotch of my panties was getting flooded. I could hardly wait for his fingers to reach it, to stroke the soaking Vee with melikgazi escort my pussy beneath.

He caressed a little higher. He was probably expecting panty hose, but he was going to find the top of my high reach stocking in another inch or two, and when his fingers slipped from the rough weave of the nylon top onto the silky flesh of my thigh he exhaled as though I had just touched the tip of my tongue to the tip of his maleness. It was all I could do to keep my eyes closed and my hips still.

The feel of my flesh made him bolder and he slid his hand all the way up to my crotch. My panties were already sticky with desire. If he hadn’t known I was faking sleep before he certainly did now, so I opened my eyes and looked into his.

Surprise at being caught with his hand almost down a strange ladies panties stopped him dead. The soaked crotch of my panties told him I didn’t exactly hate what he was doing, but my open eyes didn’t exactly reassure him either. He did not know whether to pull his hand away or push his finger under the lacy elastic leg opening and into my pussy.

I smiled and brushed his lips with mine, then dropped my hand into his lap. I had to push his hand out of the way to get my finger onto the lump in his pants. I squeezed gently and his breath caught with the pressure.

I straightened up a little to check if anyone had noticed what we were doing. No one was near us. The bus was dark except for one reading light toward the front. I reached for the waist of his jeans and found that he wasn’t wearing a belt. It was easy to unbutton the button and pull down his zipper. His manhood was straining against the white jockey shorts so hard I was afraid I might hurt him getting it free. The heat of it radiated up into my hand and made my nipples harden in sympathy. My thighs were slippery with the honey of love. His fingers stroked my flesh as if coated with oil.

I pushed my hand inside the elastic waist of his shorts. His pubic hair was not wiry but soft. It tickled my palm as I pushed passed it and my finger tips touched the place where his maleness connected. I caught my breath at the thickness of it. The heat and hardness of it radiated up my arm and made my mouth tingle. My tongue had the copper taste of anticipation upon it. With my other hand I pulled the waist band open and lifted his straining masculus free. The sight of his aching, beautiful, circumcised virility, and his fingers sliding between the lips of my pussy made my breath catch. He stroked from the top of my pubic triangle down between the lips, stopping for a breath at my swelling clitty. I clamped my teeth on my lip to stop the moan that was in my throat from escaping. A flickering image swept through my thoughts; my hands tangled in his dark hair, pulling his face tighter into my femininity as my hips jumped forward to meet his pointed tongue.

I made a loose tube of my fingers and stroked slowly from the scarlet knob of his member down to its nest of curls. The stroke distracted him from my little nubbin. His fingers stopped, but my sensitive inner flower felt them tremble. His proud tower throbbed in my hand and swelled more. With a gentle squeeze I stroked back toward the tip. He closed his eyes and his lips opened in a silent moan.

My stroke squeezed a crystalline drop from his maleness. I smiled, then leaned over and touched my tongue to the slit. The salty slippery taste of it made a pang of sexual hunger race from the tip of my tongue up and down my body. I curled my tongue around the swollen head, and spiraled it down to his glans. His hips thrust up, pushing him deeper into my mouth, but I had been ready for that, and when it came I tightened my lips and pressed my tongue against the underside ridge and drew my mouth all the way back up to the tip. The rhythmic spasms that meant he was close to spending his silvery essence in my mouth began and I pulled away before they could grow too strong.

“Oh God!” he said. “Why did you stop?”

“Because I want more. I want to lick your nipples and put my tongue into that little place right where your balls fold down. The place where the root of your manhood is?”

He blinked and swallowed. I smiled.

“I want to push my finger into you as I tickle your maleness with my tongue. And I want you to have your face where your fingers are now. I want to run my fingers through your hair while you taste the love honey soaked into my panties, and put the tip of your tongue so deep into me that I lose control of myself and pee in your mouth. You understand?”

“A ‘Zipless Fuck’?”

“Yes. Zipless.”

“I understand,” he said.

My sister was out of town so I took him to her house.

“I have to call California,” he said when we got there. “They are expecting me. I’ll reverse the charges.”

“All right. The phone is on that table.”

He went to it, sat in the chair beside it, and dialed the Operator, but hardly took his eyes off me.

I stood a few feet away and began unbuttoning my blouse. His eyes sparked with wanting as he saw that my menemen escort nipples were hard and poked like baby finger tips against the soft silk of my camisole. I ran my fingers around the points feeling the smoothness of the silk and the electricity of my own touch. I pinched my nipples and felt the pressure deep beneath my Vee of fine red pubic hair. It gave me an idea. I unbuttoned my skirt and let it fall to the floor. I was left standing before him wearing white camisole, light blue bikini panties stained several shades darker between my legs, and smoke colored high reach stockings. He licked his lips as his eyes ran up and down my body. I smiled.

The Operator put his call through.

I stepped closer. His nose was on a level with my navel. His eyes went to the darker stain of my panties as he talked and he licked his lips again.

I lifted my right leg and put my foot upon the table beside the phone, and tilted my pelvis so that my wet, aromatic panties were only an inch from his mouth. The warm exhalation of his breath as he talked caressed and cooled the damp inside of my thigh.

He hung up the phone and, in one fluid movement brought his hands up behind my bottom, clutched it, and pulled my pussy hard against his mouth. He bit gently into the fleshy swell of it then licked the soaked triangle of my panties.

“Oh it tastes so good!” he said. “Just the smell of it almost makes me cum.”

I laughed deep in my throat and dropped my foot to the floor. “Then you had better stop that,” I said. “Come along with me.” I pulled him to his feet.

His hands slid up my bottom and under the back of my camisole. He pulled me tight against his body and the pressure of it, the hardness of his muscles as well as the hardness of his manhood, made my knees feel weak. I wanted to fall onto my back there on the floor beside the telephone and feel his iron masculus driving into me.

He felt my knees begin to buckle and scooped me up in his arms. “Where?” he asked.

“There,” I said and pointed to the bedroom.

He placed me gently on the bed and brought his hands up from my back to my titties, lifting my camisole with a flip of his wrists, and when he saw my pointed pink nipples, just a little darker than the surrounding flesh, he let out a sigh. After a moment of admiring them he gently stroked his hands over them, not tweaking or pinching, but stroking so that the pointy sensitivity of them made little circles in the palms of his hands.

“Take off your clothes,” I said. “I want to see you all hard and straining.”

He smiled and stepped back. He kicked off his shoes then began unbuttoning his shirt slowly, like a stripper. His chest was broad, but not like a weight lifter. The muscles were well defined but their lines were blurred by masculine hair which started thick between and above his chest muscles and thinned toward the sides. A line of hair ran down the center of his belly and plunged beneath the top of his jeans. He flipped his shirt away and began unbuttoning his jeans.

I twirled my fingers around my nipples as I watched him strip and when he began slipping his jeans down I slid my right hand down my tummy and under my panty top. The feel of my damp pubic hair against my hand made me pull my knees up so that my finger tip could reach my clitty. I began flicking the hard little nub which had swollen out of its nest and felt the pulsing, clenching of my muscles as a climax approached.

He stopped to watch me play with myself still wearing his jockey shorts which were straining to keep his swollen cock restrained.

“Don’t stop,” I said. “I want to see you naked. Quick. Quick. I want to see you naked when I come.”

He pulled his briefs down, kicked them away and stood with legs slightly apart. His cock shaft was red and the head of it was purple. His balls were drawn up tight into the thick curls of his pubic hair behind the extension of his dick which bobbed and pulsed with desire. Once again there was a crystalline drop forming at the end. “Touch it,” I said. “Stroke yourself.”

“I’ll come if I stroke much,” he said, sliding his circled fingers from the head down to the base.

“Just make sure you squirt on me, then I’ll let you lick it off.”

“Oh my God,” He groaned and stroked himself again.

The groan and sight of his throbbing were enough to drive me over the top. I could not keep my eyes from closing with the intensity of the pleasure, and that made me miss the first spasm of his release, but I felt the spat of his cream between my titties and opened my eyes to see him kneeling between my knees stroking himself. His thick silvery cum fountained in repeated jets, most of it falling on my tummy, but some squirting so hard that some drops reached my face.

I still twiddled my clit and sight and feel of his warm gobs of cum falling onto my body, and the taste of some that had squirted onto my lips made me climax yet again.

Without even a breath passing he grabbed my panties by the waist band and tore them from my body. His eyes were blaze meram escort filled points of wanting which stabbed my pussy. My pubic hair was soaked and plastered to my flesh in dark red ringlets. With my legs open as far as possible the lips were open so that his eyes could see deep into me. My clitty was swollen and protruding like a scale model of the still ridged dick which bobbed between his legs.

“Taste it,” I commanded.

He fell to his knees at the foot of the bed and pulled me toward him so that my bottom was almost off the bed. I put my heels up on his shoulders and he put his mouth over my open, dripping sex. His tongue flicked and darted over it running from my asshole to the top of my pubic hair. He nibbled and nipped with his teeth on the fleshy swelling of my outer pussy lips and stroked and sucked at my bright red pouting inner lips. The swelling, shivering, clenching spasms of climax crashed through me. He held my thighs hard so as to keep me tight against his mouth while the explosion racked me and made my hips hump wildly, but when the spasms began to subside he didn’t release me. Instead he began to lick my body, stopping at each glob of his cum that lay on my tummy and titties and licking up each of those cloudy white splots as though they were vanilla pudding.

When his mouth reached my mouth he ran his tongue over my lips and then the point of it darted in to duel with my tongue. The taste of his cum and the taste of my love honey were mixed on his mouth and the taste made my hips begin to jump against him. My legs lifted and locked around his waist. He reached down and slipped his thick cock into me. It was a tight fit and the ridge of flesh just behind the head brushed that corduroy ridge inside me that is called the G spot. I screamed with the explosive pleasure of it and kept screaming as he drove himself into me over and over and over. I could feel the pounding of his cock against the back of my womb; the thump of his pelvis against mine; the slap of his balls against the cheeks of my bottom.

After what could have been an hour or a few moments of his pounding into me his cock suddenly swelled yet larger and his whole body tensed in the embrace of my arms and legs. Rhythmic swelling, clenching, spurting! His warm liquid essence was like ocean waves crashing inside me. He cried out with each geyser, and my pussy clenched to echo each spasm as my own orgasm racked my body.

His back arched like a man in seizure with the last spurt and he collapsed on to me as the tide of pleasure eased. It frightened me, but he was so in tune with me that he felt my prickle of fear and lifted his weight off me onto his elbows and knees, but didn’t pull his still stiff, but now shrinking manhood out of me.

“Sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to scare you. . . it was just so. . . ” he stopped, unable to find the word.

“Yeah, SO!” I tightened my arms and legs around him.

After a moment he pulled himself out of me, and lay on his back beside me. Though spent, he still gently caressed me. He stroked my wet pubic hair and slippery thighs, sometimes letting his finger slide into my womb and even into my anus. I pulled my knees up to make it easier for him. His maleness, almost soft now, was shiny and wet with both my juice and his and the way it looked made me want to taste it. I sat up and lifted his cock with my fingers. It was sticky/slick and stirred a little at the pressure.

“I don’t know if there’s anything left,” he said.

“I’ll find out,” I said and took the head of it in my mouth. The taste was salty sweet like salt-water taffy, mixed with my own ancient sea musk, and it made the tightening tingle begin again deep inside me.

His cock was still small enough that I could easily take it all in my mouth so I did. I slowly drew my tightened lips from the base up the length to the head, then sucked it back into my mouth as I slid my lips back toward its base. As I sucked and stroked I brought my index finger down and, ever so slowly, circled it around his balls until they drew up tight. His member was stiffening again now. He picked up his knees and opened them so that I could rub the smooth sensitive area behind his balls.

I laughed as he opened himself to me. His cock was still in my mouth and the vibration of my laugh made him moan. I slipped it out and said, “Looks like there is some more after all.”

“Seems like. Turn around and straddle my mouth.”

“69! My favorite number, ” I said and did as he told me. I put one knee on each side of his face and he brought his arms around my waist and stroked his fingers up and down my spine from the small of my back down between my bottom cheeks as far as he could reach, and as he stroked with his fingers he began to stroke with his tongue. From the top of my slit to my anus he licked in a steady rhythm.

I tried to ignore the silken stroke of his tongue and went back to sucking his now swollen member. I couldn’t take the whole thing in my mouth now, but continued to go as far down the shaft as I could without gagging myself and, as I stroked and sucked, I separated his muscular ass cheeks and exposed the puckery flower of his anus. The whole area was wet and slick with our combined juices and now with the saliva which leaked from my mouth as I sucked his cock so I had no trouble slipping my finger into him. I pushed it in passed the knuckle and began to

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My plan is due to arrive at noon. I am excited because it’s been a while since I have been with my baby. He’s picking me up. I can barely wait, as I sit in the seat the plane takes off. In a few hours I will be in my baby’s arms. The pilot begins to make his announcements and I began thinking how much I miss him. My thoughts go back to the last time we were together and how much fun we had. How passionate the love making was. I let out a little moan not aware of the man sitting on side of me. I am thinking about my baby, wishing that this plane would go faster.

While I am waiting to get to my destination, I drift off into la, la land. MMMMMM, my baby is smooth, silky, chocolate, firm, and sexy as hell. He has a sweet set of lips that makes me and my Sunshine jump at the thought of his sexy lips and mouth kissing me. His hands – -Oh my goodness his hands, his touches send me into a fit of ecstasy. Before I knew it, I had begun to wiggle in my seat. Just the thought of his touches drives me to the brink of almost cumming. If this damn plane, don’t hurry up and land I am going to go through the roof. Don’t the pilot know what’s on the other end of this flight waiting for me? My man. Oh my goodness, my man, this man gives me such pleasure every time we are together. This time he is the one in for a special treat. I’ve planned a night of ecstasy that he won’t soon forget.

As soon as I arrive, my baby is at the terminal waiting for me. For starters, I have on a black dress that has a low V-neck line and a split up the front to my thigh. The jacket is a hot fire red. I have on stockings, a red thong and matching bra, and a pair of red high heels that matches my jacket. My hair and make-up are tight. I smell of his favorite perfume. A sista’s got it going on, just for my man. Just the thought of his face when kozan escort I walk off the plan sends me. I want his eyes to pop when he sees me. I want him not to be able to contain his desire for me. I want him to swell with desire just by looking at me. I plan on rocking his world, just as soon as I get off this plane.

After he hugs me, he tells me how much he’s missed me. I notice that he can’t keep his eyes off me. Like something’s different. Baby what’s wrong? I ask. He responds, something’s different about you, but I can’t put my finger on it. Is that a bad thing I reply? No, but something is different. I am on a mission to rock his world. He hugs me and I almost melt, but I can’t, keep your cool gurl. My baby asks how many bags do you, I reply two. We go and get my bags. My mind is ticking I am ready to set it off for my baby. He got the best of me last time we were together I had to go home to recover. Awe, but it’s my turn this time to give him what I have been thinking about for weeks.

We get my bags, and go to the car. We don’t say much on the walk to the car, which is good for me. I got to keep my focus. I am running my next move in my head. We get to the car and he puts my bags in the trunk. We hug each other for a long moment. He tells me how much he misses me, and I smile telling him the same. While he’s hugging me I feel something against my midsection. My baby is hot for me already. The outfit is working. I smile to myself and think- next move. We get in the car and as my baby starts it up. I lean over and give him a passionate kiss. He responds back with a slight moan.

We make small talk. He’s begins to put the car in reverse, but I stop him and ask him to not leave yet that I just want to sit here for a moment and admire his sexiness. Little did kumluca escort he know what was getting ready to happen. He puts the car back in park, turn the radio on and we sit for a moment. He tells me how good I look to him and that he was about to explode when he saw me step off the plane. I smiled at him, thinking I got him. While my baby is telling me how he’s feeling I reach up and put my fingers to his lips and say shhh, don’t say anything. He looks at me sort of puzzled. I tell him to slide his seat back as far as it can go. He does so I can room to move. I reach over and raise the steering wheel to the up position. I straddle his lap and begin to give my baby deep passionate kisses, moving down from his soft sexy lips to his chest.

I continue to move downwards. I see that my baby is excited because he can’t control himself. I easily unzip his pants to expose his wonderful manhood. I am all warm inside just looking at him. As I open his pants more to make sure I can get to all of him. He leans back in the seat allowing me to have full assess. My baby is so excited that he makes me excited. I can barely wait to taste him in my mouth. I have been waiting a long time to do this. To give him as much pleasure as he gives me each and every time we are together. When I am all done bringing him to a point of no return he lets a loud moan and says thank you. He fixes his clothes and we go home.

But remember, I’ve planned a night of ecstasy for him one that he won’t soon forget. I call our favorite hotel and make a reservation. I give them specific instructions about the suite I want for this night of passion. I told them I needed an over sized chair with ottoman. I have some errands to run, so I leave the address and instructions on the table for him to get later. My lara escort note tells him where to meet me and at what time.

He arrives promptly at 7:30PM. I answered the door. I have on his favorite blue silk nightie with a pair of white thong. I lead him to the chair I had put in the room. I undress him and then excuse myself for a moment. I have candles and music going I have to take care of some birth control issues. He was sitting in the chair with a big ole smile; I straddled his lap, and began to kiss him very passionately. He was in heaven.

With Mr. Happy nice and hard I dropped the thong; took a seat on his long thick dick and slowly began making love to him. He softly says “are you trying to make daddy cum quick,” I didn’t respond just moved my hips. Then I leaned back still seated on Mr. Happy took my gown off to expose my breast. He begins to have himself a suck fest. I stayed seated and rocked his world.

Right before he got ready to cum I got up, and lead him to the bedroom where I had more candles and music playing. I laid him down and resumed my position, of being on top. After a few more rides, he turned me over and got on top and put my legs on his shoulders and we began. He cam then I cam. We rested and started all over a few times. After several hours we laid and took a nap.

I set the room’s clock to go off at 12, so I could get up. I cleaned myself up, and ordered some room service, while he slept. Once lunch arrived, I went back and lay down with him and we made passionate love again and again until he had had his fill. I asked him if he was hungry and wanted something to eat. He said yes I told him it was waiting for him on the table, while he ate I lovingly watched him. When he was done we took a sensual shower and made love again, changed clothes. Went back in the living room of the suite and lay on the sofa and watched a movie until it was check out time. He’s whipped. Am I good or what, I am getting ready to start practicing my bump and grinding motion in by taking some belly dancing classes to tighten the pelvic muscles for our next adventure.

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I apologize for the long delay before completing this chapter. Life, work, and the current disarray in the world have made finding time for an avocation challenging.

Like the previous chapters, it does not stand alone well. The reading order for the Going Home series can be found on my biography page.

DeMateo and Carbone said not a word on the drive to Jet Propulsion Laboratory. I made no effort to break the silence. I knew they were following orders and couldn’t fault them. But that didn’t mean I had to like what was happening.

Security was interesting. Initially it was just a matter of confirming my name was on the list at the front gate and checking my military identification. DeMateo and Carbone were known entities and were greeted by name at the gate. Once inside, I was checked in at the front desk by a snarky Army sergeant who referred to me as ‘the AWOL major’ when he made a phone call. I was led through a locked door, down a corridor and through another locked door. Eventually, I was led into an office where a woman in civilian clothes said, ‘Have a seat, Major Taylor,’ before I said a word.

I was kept waiting more than two hours, DeMateo and Carbone kept me company but otherwise ignored me. Once again, I got to enjoy the time-honored military tradition, hurry up and wait. While I sat, with nothing to look at except the bland, government décor, the woman at the desk worked steadily. She never looked in my direction. Her phone rang several times, the only sound other than the clack of her typewriter. Finally, after a very short phone call, she looked at me and said, ‘Major Taylor, General Boudreau will see you now. Go right in.’

I knocked, went through the door and completed the traditional military introduction: snap to attention, salute and ‘Major Jonas Taylor reporting as ordered’.

Boudreau was boviously angry. ‘Reporting as ordered? I had to send a couple damned MPs to get you here. Where the hell have you been? You were due here two weeks ago. You’re in a world of shit major.’

‘With all due respect, sir, my orders said to report a week from Monday. I’ve been at home with my wife and children. If my orders were changed, my whereabouts should have been easy to ascertain. A simple phone call would have brought me here, sir.’

‘Your orders weren’t changed. Where are your orders, Major? I want to see them.’ I handed them over, reluctant to part with them even though it was required. The general looked at them and then picked up a folder. He compared them and then shook his head. ‘There seems to be some disagreement between your documents and mine.’

‘May I see your copy, sir?’ I asked firmly. Desperately wanting to appear confident. I’d spoken with generals before. But when I was a civilian. This was my first contact with a general as a soldier. To my surprise, he handed me the paperwork from his desk. Even a cursory glance showed the dates had been changed at some point. ‘Sir, it appears this copy of my orders has been altered. The date field shows clear signs of erasure. Plus, the day dates don’t line up with the month and year, sir.’ I handed the paper back to him. ‘Sir, you can confirm the authenticity of my copy with Lt. Col. Smythe at Fort Benning. I’m sure there is a copy in his files.’

General Boudreau looked at it and shook his head. ‘I’ll look into this. We tried to contact you. Do you live in Massachusetts where you reported for induction or Pasadena? No one answered the phone in Massachusetts. The phone was disconnected in Pasadena.’

‘The Massachusetts house is a summer home, sir. I moved out of Pasadena over a year ago. I live in Encino. Selective Service was notified of my Encino address when I moved. My induction notice was delivered to the Encino address and forwarded by the Post Office to Massachusetts.’

‘We only found you because someone knew your father was Admiral Harold Taylor. We spoke to him early this morning. He was not happy to be awoken at four AM.’ Being awoken that morning at four AM explained why my father hadn’t informed me he’d been contacted to get my address. ‘You were drafted?’ The general sounded surprised.

I was surprised at how little General Boudreau knew about me. ‘Yes, sir. I completed OCS a few weeks ago and received my commission as a second lieutenant.’

‘My paperwork says you’re a major. You’re wearing a major’s insignia. How and when did that happen?’

‘I was promoted the same day I was commissioned, sir,’ I responded.

‘That’s highly unusual, Major,’ he hesitated for a moment then added, ‘to say the least.’

‘I thought so, sir. I tried to decline the promotion but was ordered to accept it. I believe if you start to dig a little, you’ll learn that isn’t all that’s unusual. I was drafted, completed basic and Advanced Combat. I was shipped to San Diego and was in line to board a ship when I was pulled from the queue. From San Diego I was escorted to Fort Benning and OCS.’ Escorted didn’t register with the general. Or kocasinan escort if it did, he ignored it.

‘Your orders for OCS caught up with you after your application was approved. At least you didn’t get all the way to Korea,’ he said, nodding.

‘I didn’t apply to OCS, sir.’

The general couldn’t hide his confusion, but quickly composed himself. ‘I’m not privy to what you’ll be doing here, Major. All I know about your project is it’s classified. But I am the site military commander. I’ll get to the bottom of all this. You were scheduled to be detained for questioning beginning at oh-nine-hundred tomorrow. I’ll contact JAG and inform them of the discrepancy between the two copies of the orders and the apparent erasure in the copy we had. In the meantime, the lead scientist for your project, Dr. Tenney, is in your building. Captain Duran is also on site. You may want to meet with him. He’s your project manager.’

‘I’m already acquainted with Capt. Duren and Dr. Tenney. sir. Capt. Duren isn’t qualified to discuss the nuts and bolts of why I’m here. Dr. Tenney is. I’ll meet with him. I’d rather wait to meet with Capt. Duren another time.’

‘Very well, Major. I’ll get someone to escort you to Personnel where your site credentials will be prepared. They’ll be ready for you by the end of the day. You can pick them up at the gate on your way home. Your escort will take you to Building 16B where you’ll be working.’

I spent the next hour in Personnel and then was taken to Building 16B. Tenney and Duren were in an office arguing when I arrived. It appeared I wasn’t the only one that banged heads with Duren. I stood outside the office, watching through the window and hearing everything they said despite the door being closed. It was soon apparent that I was at the root of the argument. It came as no surprise that Duren didn’t want me anywhere near his project. But he had already lost that argument. I was the marionette of someone above his pay grade. Tenney spotted me and nodded in my direction. Duren turned and flushed red when he saw me. Then stormed past me and out of the building without another word.

‘Hello, Dr. Taylor. Good to see you again.’ Tenney extended his hand. I shook it, concealing my reluctance. He was at least partly responsible for my presence at JPL. And though I was sure I didn’t want to be in Korea, I thought Korea preferable to working with Duren again.

‘Hello, Dr. Tenney. What will I be doing?’ I asked.

‘Okay, I know you didn’t want this job. We’ll stick to business,’ he responded.

Over the next four hours, Tenney gave me an overview of project goals. The rest of the week I’d meet with technical officers from the Army, Navy, and Air Force to discuss what each wanted. From Tenney’s overview, I knew that they were looking at very different applications of my research. I also doubted I’d be able to meet all their needs. The Navy’s goals seemed most realistic. I didn’t know what to make of Army’s goals. The Air Force goals might be possible. The technology to accomplish what the Army wanted could take a decade or more to develop. If it could even be developed. There was no way I would stick around that long.

Tenney walked me through the building after we talked in his office. He introduced several NCO’s that would be working with me. All were Army, none was less than a sergeant first class. I was going to have to tread carefully when dealing with these experienced soldiers. Tenney also introduced me to a Navy second lieutenant and three civilians, all engineers that would be working with me. Other military personnel would be joining the projects in the next few weeks. There were two laboratories areas already set up with an array of equipment, some of it still under development.

By six o’clock, Tenney had given me a complete picture of project status and the timeline for developing the devices each branch wanted. Tenney had only a passing understanding of my work. Sure, he’d read my thesis, but he truly did not understand the science behind my research. I couldn’t hold that against him. His field was quantum mechanics.

Duren was an entirely different problem. He would be the one holding my feet to the fire to develop the desired technology by the target dates. He had no understanding of physics. He had an intelligence background. And a personality I found grating beyond tolerance. My father had once warned me to be wary of him but said little else. But it was obvious Duren was not one of his favorite people. And it was clear Duren wasn’t a fan of my father. No doubt Duren was resentful that a former subordinate had been promoted above him.

At seven, a call to the woman that I learned would be my secretary told me that Sgt. DeMateo was waiting for me outside the project building. Once again, DeMateo was tight-lipped, offering only a greeting and a statement that he would take me Gen. Boudreau’s office. I didn’t have to wait for the general this time. konak escort His secretary sent me right in.

‘JAG has delayed questioning you until they check into what they called ‘tampering’ with our copy of your orders. The general looked at me as if he still had questions about me. ‘I’m going to let you go home for the night, Major. Be back here tomorrow at oh seven hundred. If you fail to report, Major, you’ll be listed as a deserter and face court martial. Your ride home is waiting for you. Don’t forget to stop at the gate for your credentials.’

His instructions angered me, but I tempered my response and remained deferential while still communicating my displeasure. ‘Sir, I followed my orders. If I had been ordered to report immediately, I’d have been here the same day I arrived in California. I’ll be here in the morning as ordered.’

DeMateo was outside, waiting for me when I exited the building. Before I even said a word, he turned the car around and drove toward the gate, stopping long enough for me to collect my site credentials. I fumed the entire drive home. But by the time I was in my driveway, I’d calmed down.

‘Thanks for the ride Sgt. DeMateo. I’ll see you around,’ I said as I moved to exit the car.

‘You’ll see me in the morning sir. I’m ordered to pick you up at oh-six-fifteen,’ he told me.

‘I have my own car, sergeant. I know the way to JPL. I’ll drive myself.’

‘No, sir, you won’t. I’ve been assigned as your driver.’

I sat back. ‘Why?’

‘I don’t know, sir. No one explains my orders. All I know is I’m to pick you up at oh-six-fifteen and be available to drive you home when you’re ready to go home for the night,’ DeMateo told me. ‘Don’t trouble yourself about it, sir. All the project leaders have drivers to take them back and forth. It’s a security precaution.’

‘I’ll see you in the morning, sergeant,’ I said as I got out of the car. I was going to hate being an officer.

I went inside as DeMateo drove off to wherever he was going. Gwen and Michelle both greeted me when I went through the door into the house. Both looked relieved to see me. I sighed as I felt the day’s tension gradually dissipate. I quickly shed my jacket and tossed it and my hat on the nearest piece of furniture. Gwen and Michelle both hugged me. I could feel the tension abate further we embraced.

‘Are you hungry?’ they asked in unison.

I should have been. I hadn’t even managed to get a cup of coffee all day. Like all military facilities, a large coffee urn was in the lab. I had made a comment that I wanted coffee at one point but had been told, ‘No, sir, you don’t.’ The sergeant, whose name escaped me at the time, added, ‘Trust me, sir. You don’t want a cup of coffee,’ as he pointed to the vacuum bottle he’d brought from home. I took his word for it.

‘I’m not really hungry but I haven’t eaten all day. I should eat something,’ I sighed as I went into the kitchen.

Michelle gently pushed me away from the kitchen, ‘We’ll get some dinner for you. Go get changed.’

Before I went upstairs, I grabbed a beer from the refrigerator. ‘Just a sandwich.’ I told her. I didn’t see any need to make a mess in the already spotless kitchen. I came back down, wearing pajama bottoms and a clean tee shirt.

Gwen, Michelle, a sandwich and an unopened beer were waiting for me on the back patio. I joined them outside, sitting across from them. ‘How are the kids?’ I asked.

Gwen and Michelle recounted the day with Seth, Sara, and Elizabeth. Then asked if everything was okay.

‘It wasn’t a fun day,’ I sighed. After inhaling about half of my sandwich, I recounted the day’s events. When I saw the concern on their faces, I assured them I didn’t think there’d be any long term problems, though the next few weeks would be stressful until JAG got to the bottom of the discrepancy between my orders and those received at JPL.

After eating, I was ready for bed. I stuck my head into the kids’ rooms, giving each a gentle kiss. Elizabeth started. She jerked her legs straight for a moment, raised her hands up to her shoulders in little fists, then settled down and resumed breathing softly. Sara sighed loudly and opened her eyes. For a moment I feared I’d woken her. But she took a deep breath, her eyelids slowly closed, and she was back in dreamland once again. Seth didn’t react at all. Just blissfully rested on his side, facing toward his twin sister on the other side of the wall.

I made my way to bed, set the alarm, and fell face down onto the mattress. The last thing I remember was Gwen stroking my hair before blackness descended. I must have slept fitfully. When the alarm went off, I was on Gwen’s side of the bed. She was curled up against me, her back to mine. I got up quickly to silence the alarm. When my feet hit the floor, I knew immediately I hadn’t slept well. My body ached. Every muscle begged me to return to bed. I headed for the bath to get ready.

When I konyaaltı escort returned to our bedroom, Gwen was gone. I dressed quickly and made my way downstairs. Hot coffee awaited me on the stove. Gwen was buttering toast and had ham and eggs in a pan, ready to go on a plate. I embraced her from behind and held her close. She leaned her head to one side and sighed when I kissed her neck. I held her breasts softly, eliciting a soft moan. After only a moment, she shrugged me off.

‘Stop now or I swear I’ll drag you bag upstairs,’ she said firmly. ‘From what you told me, we don’t have time before the sergeant gets here.’

I kissed her lips gently, just a good morning peck. ‘I’ll make it up to you tonight,’ I told her as she slid my breakfast onto a plate.

Gwen laughed softly. ‘Uh-huh. That remains to be seen.’

I heard a car in the driveway as I sat down at the table. I looked at the clock and saw it wasn’t six yet. I took my time eating. Just because DeMateo was early didn’t mean I was going to rush. When I finished, I went back upstairs for a moment and looked in on the kids. Seth and Sara were still asleep but restless. They’d be up soon. Michelle was changing Elizabeth who was doing her best to be uncooperative. Kicking her feet, flailing her arms, and writhing around, trying to explore her room.

I kissed Michelle on the neck, getting much the same response I got from Gwen. I kissed Elizabeth on the forehead and got bopped in the nose for it. Said goodbye and headed downstairs. Gwen was waiting for me with a bag lunch.

‘I don’t want you to go hungry today,’ she said before she kissed me goodbye.

DeMateo was standing by the passenger side when I went outside. He opened the door and greeted me. ‘Good morning, sir,’ he said as he snapped to attention and saluted.

I returned the salute and greeting and climbed inside. When DeMateo got in the car, I hesitated for a moment then asked, ‘What’s your first name, Sergeant?’

‘Roberto, Sir,’ he responded. ‘But only my mother calls me Roberto. My sisters call me Bobby. You don’t want to know what my brothers call me, sir’ he added with a smile.

‘Roberto or Bobby?’ I asked.

‘Bobby is fine, sir.’

‘Alright, Bobby. Can we dispense with the salute in the morning? Military formality is unnecessary in my driveway.’

‘I don’t know, sir. It’s not the Army way,’ he told me.

‘Bobby, I’m a scientist. If I hadn’t been so stubborn when I was approached about working at JPL, I’d still be a civilian and you wouldn’t be saluting. When we’re not at JPL, we can dispense with military formalities, okay?’

‘Is that an order, sir?’

‘If it has to be. From here on out, I’m Dr. Taylor at JPL. If I can refer to you as Bobby, I can be Jonas during the drive back and forth.’

‘Yes, sir, Dr. Taylor,’ he responded with a smirk

My first actual day at JPL was long. And boring beyond tolerance. Spent entirely on security protocols and administration. I never got to the lab. Gen. Boudreau told me that JAG was no longer concerned about my failure to report. They confirmed my orders were the same as those on file at Ft. Benning. Investigation of the doctored orders received at JPL had been turned over to the Criminal Investigation Division.

I was more exhausted when I got home that night than I had been the previous night. After another light supper, I once again face-planted onto our bed. I was lights out almost before my head hit the pillow. In the morning, Gwen was annoyed that had I had left her desires untended for the second night in a row. Having a wife so enthusiastic about sex was both a blessing and a curse. Michelle’s needs added another wrinkle I knew few husbands contended with.

My second day went by more easily. Duren didn’t make an appearance. I didn’t see or hear from Gen. Boudreau. And Tennie only spent part of the morning with me, leaving before lunch. We spent the morning inspecting equipment, making sure the devices from my Cal Tech lab were working properly. By lunch time, I was impressed with the work the engineers and technicians on the staff completed. Tennie had made some half-assed attempts at practical application of my work. They would be scrapped. I ate my second peanut butter and strawberry preserves sandwich, banana, and chocolate chip cookies in the cafeteria with the enlisted personnel, who mostly failed to keep a straight face when they saw my lunch. I got them to laugh with a self-deprecating remark about PB&J being the perfect lunch for a newbie lead researcher.

Once we returned to the lab, I had a brief meeting with them to review the status of the work they were doing. Most of which I was still unfamiliar with. I spent the afternoon reviewing the project goals and specifications. Before I realized it, the afternoon had flown by.

Having a secretary was going to be an adjustment. Phyllis stuck her head in. ‘Major Taylor, it’s five o’clock. I’m going home unless you need something. Sgt. DeMateo is waiting outside to take you home when you’re ready.’

I nodded at Phyllis and told her to have a good evening. I left my office, went into the lab and rousted the engineers and technicians. Every one of them had been already hard at work when I arrived at the lab a little before seven.

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Her friend, Yan, a Chinese hottie, tall and thin with long legs and very long, lush, black hair has been the center of my sexual fantasies lately. Okay, I admit it, she’s been my fantasy since the first day I met her. I’ve always imagined doing her with my girlfriend participating in the lovemaking.

Donna and Yan compliment one another. Yan is the more fun and daring woman while Donna is more careful and reserved woman. And because they are so close, I find myself very much attracted to Yan. Sure, it certainly helped that she looked the way she did too. There is something erotically intoxicating about Asian women, maybe it has something to do with the way they mispronounce their L’s and R’s that I find so endearing.

Recalling some of the conversations that I’d had with Yan over the years, the body language and the constant eye contact, I suspected that she was attracted to me as well. Maybe it was wishful thinking on my part, but sometimes you can tell that there is a bit more there. I truly believed that if it hadn’t been for Donna, Yan and I would be together as a couple.

It was unfortunate that Donna was not the type to allow a third party into our bedroom for a fun-filled, once only, sexual evening because Yan would be first on my list to invite. Matter kemalpaşa escort of fact, I think that had I been with Yan instead of with Donna, she would have agreed to introduce another woman to the relationship, probably Donna. Only, Donna would never have had any part of it. She seemed too uptight in her morals to be part of a threesome and too rigid in her sexuality to have sex with a woman.

Then again, if I was with Yan there might not be any need to introduce anyone else to our sexual relationship. I imagined her being everything that I could ever want in a woman. Unfortunately, knowing Donna as I do, I’m sure that including Yan in our lovemaking would never sit well with her. Oh, my God, if I thought I’d have half a chance of convincing Donna to have a threesome with another man, having a threesome with another woman is out of the question. She’d never go for that in a million years.

Having her best friend fuck her boyfriend and then have him watch while she and Yan went at it…right…in your dreams, Freddie, in your dreams. Although, during one of our hot love making sessions, when we had first gotten together as a couple and after having a few drinks, Donna admitted that she’d had a brief lesbian relationship in kemer escort college. It wasn’t until later, when I met Yan, that I wondered if she had been her lesbian lover.

In the hopes of trying to persuade Donna to experiment with something new I’d even told her that it could be another man if that would turn her on to try a threesome. That conversation nearly turned violent but I’d managed to wrestle the waffle iron from her hand before she hit me with it. Man, she had a short fuse sometimes. I chalked it up to her Irish heritage, her flaming red hair, and the stress of her job.

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

She’d pounded that pointed index finger in my chest, punctuating her point with it.

“I don’t want to have sex with anyone else but you.”

That display had made me glad that I loved her because if I ever tried to break up with her it seemed she might hunt me down, kill me and dismember me. And I could only hope that she would kill me before dismembering me.

She made me feel like a pervert when she laid the guilt trips on me too. I’m just a normal guy with normal needs thinking normally, albeit usually about stupid, guy sexual stuff.

“So do you want to have sex with another woman?”

She’d given keşan escort me a hard look while waiting for me to respond and I so much wanted to say, ‘fuck, yeah.’ but knowing her temper, I controlled myself.

“No, I only want you but—”

“But what?”

“I just thought we could spice things up a little.”

“I’m not enough for you?”

Gees, when she got like that, I couldn’t even get the words out of my mouth before she had an instant response; she’s the one who should have been the lawyer, a prosecutor instead of an accountant. I imagined her in a courtroom grilling a witness on the stand.

“And isn’t that your gun?”

“Yes.”

“And your bullets?”

“Yes.”

“And didn’t you tell everyone in the bar that if she ever left you that you would kill her.”

“Yes, but I—”

“Did you kill her?”

“No but I—”

“But what? Did you or didn’t you kill her?”

“Okay, okay, I killed her. I can’t take your questions anymore. Just stop hounding me with questions, no more, please!”

Donna would’ve been one hell of a DA with a very high conviction record, pulling confessions from those who weren’t even guilty just so that they could escape her interrogations. It was funny the things that ran through your mind while having stupid arguments with your girlfriend.

“Donna, you are more than enough for me. Never mind. Forget that I ever suggested it. Okay?” I’d thrown up my hands in submission. “It was just a stupid suggestion. I’m sorry for mentioning it. Please forgive me.”

To be continued…

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