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Three J’s and an S Go Skiing – Day 6, Part 2

Another basically NO REAL SEX INTERLUDE in the story Four young college girls on a skiing vacation have to find other things to do when an excess of new snow traps them in their cabin. This is the ninth in this series and continues the adventures of The Three J’s and Sara at Mountain Lodge Resort. This story might make more sense if you have read the previous days of “Three J’s and an S Go Skiing,” especially “Three J’s and an S Go Skiing Day 6 Part 1.” Again, there is basically NO SEX IN THIS SEGMENT. This is the second half of what was supposed to be a minor plot and character development. I may turn these stories into a book someday, so I am leaving the section, but putting it in its own segment that you can just skip if you want to. If you just want the sex skip to Three J’s and an S Go Skiing – Day 6, Part 3. Judy and Julie tell the others what happened in the afternoon and Sara tries to get things back in balance in the red ass cheeks department.. For the most part, the stories in this series are pretty mild. If you are looking for heavy duty stuff, try one of my other story series.

Best Holiday Ever

The cold coke ran across my tongue and down my throat. After the stifling humidity of Manchester International Airport I gulped down the refreshing drink eagerly. I finished the bottle and screwed the lid back on. I stood up and wandered across to the announcements screen and flicked the bottle into one of the bins scattered around the departures lounge.
Looking up at the screen I saw I had just over fifteen minutes before boarding so I went back to where I was sitting lifted my backpack over my shoulder and set off towards the men’s room.
Setting my backpack on the side I looked into the mirror as I washed my hands. I saw my blue eyes staring back at me. My unruly red hair fell around my ears and I tried to flatten it down but failed miserably. Still I was looking forward to my unplanned holiday.
Since I’d started working for Franco Marc?a film producer in Hollywood, I’d flown all over the world, looking for new places to set his films. A bike trail in Australia had been my last outing and I’d done well. Franco was making a new film and he needed a place to set the ski-chase scene. That’s why I’d been sent to a place in northern Italy, somewhere called Breuil – Cervinia.
Anyway, I wandered back over to departures in time for the call for us to start boarding. Being employed by a Hollywood film director allowed for a few perks. Perks like express boarding, first class seats and on the house champagne meant that the next half hour of the people boarding the rest of the plane past like minutes.
Normally I doze off for the first few hours of long flights and ignore the pointless safety warning at the beginning but something made me stop.
Surprised, I turned my head towards the air-hostess who was currently showing the emergency exits. The girl at the front of the plane had curly brown hair that fell behind her shoulders. Her pretty face centred around her bright green eyes and small nose.
Excitedly I watched her as she went about pointing out the toggle, whistle and light of the life jacket. During her demonstration her wonderfully wavy hair fell across her face and she brushed it away lightly.
The rest of the safety demonstration past quickly, and I was almost disappointed for it to have finished, but I comforted myself knowing I had two hours with this beauty.
Lying back against the expansive seats I waited for a while, listening to Iron Maiden with my Iphone, another perk of working for a movie director = ).
Then, as I watched the snacks trolley push up between the aisles, desperately hoping to see the beautiful girl from earlier, when suddenly an air hostess uniform blocked my view.
“Hi,” said the air-hostess uniform, before I realised to look up and saw the bright green eyes. “I’m sorry,” she smiled, “Is anyone sitting there? Only I’ve got ten minutes before I have to go serve in the economy class and I could with a break.” I cried inwardly with joy before moving across a seat and looking up.
“Yeah, sure.” I smiled.
“Thanks,” she said, smiling.
I couldn’t think of anything else to say so I just pushed my headphones back in. Moments later the girl next to me, god I didn’t even get her name, had a book in her lap.
I must have dozed off because I woke up a bit later, probably no more than five minutes. I’m like that sometimes just dozing off for a few minutes at a time. Anyway, when I opened my eyes it took me a few moments to realise what had woken me. I looked across at the girl next to me. For a second I thought she was asleep but then I heard her shallow breathing and I noticed her flushed cheeks.
I looked down and saw her book upturned covering her lap. Underneath the book her hand moved slowly backwards and forwards and I realised what was going on. Just to confirm my suspicions I leaned forward quietly as if reached for the bag at my feet but as I leaned over I saw her plain white panties just below her uniform’s skirt.
I grinned quietly and then a plan began forming in my mind. I pulled out one of the covers that they give you for night flights and unravelled it so it lay across my legs. Then, slowly, building up my confidence I leant next to the girl and whispered in her ear.
“Having fun?” she jumped at the sound of my voice and her flushed faced turned bright red as she realised I’d caught her masturbating. To my surprise she reacted incredibly well, turning to me and smiling.
“Not too bad,” she smiled her red cheeks slowly losing the embarrassed hue. “But,” she added, “There’s this really annoying itch between my legs and I just can’t get to it.”
I laughed at her nerve and passed her the cover and whispered in her ear.
“I’m sure I can help you with that itch, but first take this, you look kinda’ cold.”
The girl, I still hadn’t gotten her name, smiled as I helped her spread the cover across her lap.
“Thanks, my name’s Rachel by the way,” she smiled and leaned forward as I kissed her gently on the lips, while also allowing my hand to slip under the cover. Pulling her skirt up and felt her heavenly cunt with my fingers.
Her shaven pussy was wet with excitement already from her toying earlier just minutes before. I traced my index finger around her shaven cunt. Not going inside the haven but running my finger around and across it.
Then, without warning I plunged two of my fingers into her moist cunt. I felt her cunt walls tense around my fingers as I penetrated her cunt and I felt her pulse in rhythm with her heartbeat. I pulled my fingers in and out feeling the delicious quivering in her cunt as I fingered her. When I pushed back in I added a third finger and her mouth formed an O shape as she gasped.
I took this opportunity to kiss her again, pushing my tongue inside her mouth before she could protest, but even if she could I doubt she would. My suspicions were confirmed when she met my tongue with her own. Our tongues writhed within each of our mouths, my fingers still wriggling inside her cunt.
I could feel her tense as she orgasmed and felt her juices running over my fingers. I felt her cunt tighten and clench against my fingers. But with all the extra fluids running over my fingers I pulled out easily and broke off our kiss.
I smiled as I placed a finger in my mouth and sucked her juices off. It tasted sweet, but not overpowering. I smiled and offered her my other finger and she took in her mouth. She smiled as she sucked her own juices of my fingers.
We pulled away as she finished swallowing her juices and I placed a firm hand over hers as it moved down to my trousers.
“Not here,” I whispered, “Go to the toilets, follow me up and knock twice.” She grinned and squeezed my ass as I stepped past her.
I walked quickly up to the first class toilets and stepped inside. Unlike the economy class toilets, the first class ones had a clean, bright, white plastic sink and enough room for two people if they squeezed together. Perfect.
I heard two knocks a minute later and I opened the door as Rachel slipped inside.
“Hello agai . . .” I started before she clamped her mouth to mine. Unlike in the chairs she was a lot more aggressive. Pushing me against the toilet wall and quickly pulling my shirt over my shoulders.
She got on her knees and violently pulled my trousers down to my ankles. My pants followed soon after.
My 7’’ cock sprang up and narrowly missed Rachel’s face. She grinned as it flew past her nose and without saying a word she locked her mouth around my fully erect cock.
I felt her tongue swill around my shaft as she sucked gently on my rod. I moaned softly as she ran her tongue across the tip of my cock, she moaned back in reply and the vibrations in her mouth were like electric shocks running down my shaft.
Pulled off my cock and let it slap against her cheeks as she took one of my balls in her mouth. I felt my cock stiffen as came closer to cumming but I held it in a little longer. She nibbled one ball then the other. All the time her free hand frigging her dripping cunt relentlessly.
Then she went back to sucking my rod, after the teasing with my balls I was more than ready to come and as the tension in my cock became too much I shot my load into her mouth. I felt my cock harden as I came and every swill of her tongue over my cock felt like a whole new wave of pleasure. Finally the incredible feelings subsided and I felt my seed launch itself into the roof of her mouth. Rach took it all in her stride and swallowed it all leaving a little strand running down her chin as she looked up at me and grinned.
“Good, eh?” she asked, smiling.
“Fucking amazing!” I grinned, motioning for her to take her clothes off.
I sat on the toilet after putting the lid down. And, after I’d recovered from my experience Rachel began teasing me as she removed each item of clothing excruciatingly slowly.
First she took off her top and skirt, waving her body from side to side like a belly-dancer. Then she reached behind herself and unclipped her bra. Then, after an eternity she let the bra fall to the floor, revealing smallish, B cup breasts, with very erect, light pink nipples and smaller, darker areola.
Then, still waving her hips to get my attention. She stuck her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slowly, so, so slowly she began to pull them down. Finally, her naked, shaven cunt was revealed in all its glory. I watched intently as she teased me, slowly spinning round to face away from me then bending forward to give me an eyeful of her luscious ass.
Slowly she sat on my lap, leaving my only semi-erect cock lying between her legs. I brought my hands up and cupped her boobs as she turned her head towards me and I ran my tongue up her chin, scooping up the rogue strand of cum, and kissing her passionately.
I cupped her boobs with my hands and squeezed them gently, then after about a minute fondling her boobs I began teasing her nipples. Twisting them and pulling them gently.
Soon after I felt my cock rise up once more. Seeing my hardened state, Rachel spun around on my lap so she was facing me. She stood slightly and I guided my now very erect cock towards her cunt. I moaned as she slid over me. She slid all the way down my shaft until she was literally sat on top of me.
Then, she began sliding up and down. She started bouncing up and down on my cock and as she did I felt those waves of pleasure roll across me again. Somehow, through the waves of pleasure I noticed Rach’s boobs bouncing up and down as she fucked me. I sat, watching her boobs as the bounced up and down in little circles, mesmerized. All the while Rach’s tight cunt bounced up and down my rod.
When I felt the very beginnings of the end I slowed Rach down and slowly stood up with my cock still buried deep inside her.
I lay her on the sink and she lifted her legs over my shoulders to give me a better angle. No sooner was she comfy did I begin pumping into her warm, tight cunt. I felt her cunt walls quiver in anticipation and I let myself relax.
“Rach, I’m gonna cum,” I groaned between thrusts.
“Me too,” Rach panted. “Let’s cum together,” she suggested, and I nodded in agreement.
I began thrusting with a renewed vigour, her tight cunt clamping against my cock. I groaned as I felt me cock and I felt Rach’s moist cunt get even tighter.
“OH GOD!” she screamed as she came, my cock pulsing in time with her cries, my seed squirting deep inside her.
“GOD YES!” I moaned as her body continued to rock on the sink. Milking my cock for every drop.
“Oh Oooh Ooooooh,” sighed Rach as I stopped pumping her gorgeous cunt and pulled my limp cock out from within her.
We got dressed together. Kissing each other when we got the chance. Unfortunately her panties were a mess so we flushed them away.
I left before Rachel and went back to my seat. I didn’t see her until the plane touched down in Turin and a smiled at her as she thanked the passengers and wished them a good holiday.
Well, my holiday hadn’t even started yet and already I was having the time of my life!
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a different night away part 2 Kays story

KAY’S STORY
Harry and I work together, he’s in his late 40’s which is nearly twice my age (23) but he keeps himself in pretty good trim and is not bad looking for his age. He has a lovely pert arse that I’m often tempted to grab but daren’t as I don’t know how he’ll react.
We both have to attend meetings every couple of months which mean an overnight stay.
He’s a real gent when we’re away but at work he is often taking the piss out of me. Calling fat lump & stuff like that even though I’m pretty thin. People think I’m anorexic. I know I’m thin and I guess I’m a bit fanatical about my weight but then again what girl isn’t.
I’m often a bit cheeky with him and sometime purposefully flirtatious. But he has never reacted so I assumed he didn’t fancy me. I often ask him about his sex life. I know he’s not married (divorced) and I suspect he’s had a fling with at least one woman at work but he gives nothing away. I quite admire his discretion, all the blokes I know would be bragging about any woman they had.
On more than on occasion when we’ve been away I’ve got a bit tipsy and been tempted to kiss him, just to see what it’s like (he has a moustache) but never had the courage.
This last time, I had quite a bit too much to drink and by the time I got back to the hotel I was feeling decidedly queasy and unsteady on my feet. I knew I needed to throw up. I have an amazing ability to sober up almost instantly when I’ve chucked up.
Harry was a real gent, he helped me back to my room. As I couldn’t get the key in the lock, Harry took it and opened the door. I had no chance to say thanks as I dashed for the bathroom and got rid of the booze and sadly the remnants of what had been a lovely meal.. Oh god I hate being sick but felt much better after
I washed out my mouth and rinsed with mouthwash then went back into my bedroom. What a shock. Harry was still there. He was offering some sensible suggestions about drink water when I noticed my trousers I was wearing were wet and stained. I guess I marked them while kneeling over the bowl.
I was planning to wear them at the meeting next day and didn’t know what to do. Harry was his usual helpful self. He offered to try to clean them.
I when back into the bathroom to take them off. I was tipsy but no way out of control. I thought I’d have some fun. So I took off my trousers then walked back into the bedroom, in just in my panties (thank goodness I’d put clean one on before we went out)
Harry face was a picture. I could see he noticed, but said nothing. He took my trousers off me and went into the bathroom to try to clean them.
While he was doing my trousers, my phone rang. It was my boyfriend ringing to say goodnight. I had a difficult call, working hard to make sure I didn’t sound drunk. I think I got away with it. I was also nervous that Harry would come out while I was on the phone. As it happened he walked out of the bathroom just as I said my last goodnight and turned off the phone.
Harry put my trousers in the trouser press and assured me they would be dry by morning. I explained about the difficult call and he made some comment about if Craig could see me that he might be shocked.
Oh hell, I was tipsy away from home, and wanted to have some fun. I wasn’t sure how far I (or he) would go, but it would be exciting to see.
“Why would he be shocked” I asked “what’s wrong with me?” I got of the bed and did my best pose in front of the mirror making sure he could see my panties. Which is what he told me he meant. (Oh goody he noticed) I told him “it will have to be our secret”
I asked him what he thought and he made it clear he liked what he saw. That made be feel even more determined to see how far I could push him.
I asked why he was always mocking me at work then, calling me fat and stuff. He told me it was because he wasn’t sure how I would take it and that it might cause problems if he said nice things. Then he said one of the nicest things. “I’ve often want to hug you when your feeling down” he said. I was really taken with that.
I asked him to give me a hug and as usual he acted like the thoughtful person he is. Saying” I don’t want to take advantage of you in your condition” I assured him I was tipsy but in full control.
I stood in front of him, shaking in excitement as he put his arms round me and gave me a gentle but firm hug. Stroking my shoulders, I rested my head on his chest. Boy it felt good. I told him how it made me feel much better after being sick and that, helping me out. And I now knew I wanted more, but not sure how much or how he would respond. I had often wondered what he would be like to kiss being older and that as well as having a moustache. I’d kissed rough shaven boys before but not one with a lip of hair. So I thought why not?
I thanked him for helping me out and if he was a friend would he do something else for me.
He hesitated but agreed and I told him I wanted a kiss! He was clearly unsure so I just grabbed him.
First we just touched lips, and then I couldn’t help it. I pushed my tongue out, making it clear I wanted a proper snog.
After about a minute we broke for breath. I told him “you’re a dammed good kisser” and he complimented me.
I grabbed him again and we snogged more. This was much sexier his hands were all over my body as well as my arse. I was now feeling very horny and knew I would go all the way if he wanted to ,but how to make it clear what I wanted?
I decided just to go for it. I slipped a hand between us and rubbed the front of his trousers. Oh goody, I could feel he was semi hard. Blooming cheek, he blamed me for giving him a stiffie!
He was clearly not sure if I was teasing him, so I decided to make my intent clear.
I unzipped his trousers and pushed them down with his pants. His cock stood out like a flag pole. I was please to see it was just a nice size for me. I went out with a boy once who was enormous, it sounds like heaven, but he was so big, we never had proper sex, he was just too big.
I made it clear I knew what I was doing, I sat on the bed looking up at him. Aw bless he was trembling. I told him “I know what this needs” I gave his cock a kiss, and opening my mouth sucked him in.
Men are all the same, they think a woman is giving them pleasure, but they have it all wrong. I think it gives us such power. What a position to have a man in, his most precious organ in your mouth. Knowing he can do nothing otherwise you’ll damage him for life. I find it a real turn on, knowing I have him fully under my control and at the same time making him so excited.
I looked up at him as I sucked gently on his dick. He was rocking on his toes, almost fucking my mouth. After a couple of minutes I let go.
“You like” I asked? He made it plain he enjoyed it.
Shit I was horny now, I needed him inside me. I slipped under the covers and invited him in.
He still seemed a bit unsure, and I almost demanded he got into bed. Harry stripped off as I removed the rest of my clothes under the covers. I’ve always felt a bit self conscious about my body and wasn’t ready to fully expose myself so turned out the light as I watched him undress. I was pleasantly surprised with his body. Even at his age, He had a good shape, It was clear he looked after himself.
I’m only a size 6 and have really small boobs that I feel self-conscious about so I asked Harry not to laugh at them, assured me he wouldn’t.
We snuggled up together and snogged in almost complete darkness, just a glow from the street lights showing in the room, enough to see each others outline but not any great detail, thank goodness. His hands were all over me playing particular attention to my boobs. Whilst I’m very self-conscious about them, I love them being played with. He soon had my nipples feeling hard, then he threw back the covers and began kissing and sucking them tenderly. Oh it felt so good
I rubbed his cock and was desperate for him to use it. Oh my I needed him inside me. I was so turned on.
He told me he want to get me ready, I made it clear I was certainly that, but I was interested to see what he meant so just lay back and let him continue.
He was still sucking and licking my tits and I felt his hand slide gently down my stomach and slip between my legs which I willing opened slightly as I guessed where he was heading. (Phew I was glad I’d trimmed down there recently)
Shit, I was so worked up, my stomach was churning with anticipation. While I was eager for a fuck I wanted to let his experienced hands to what ever they wanted. After all, that was one of my intentions to see what experience has over youthful enthusiasm.
I felt a finger rub the entrance to my pussy then slip easily inside. I knew my pussy was soaking so he slipped it in effortlessly. I began moving my hips in time with his probing, almost fucking his finger but I needed more. I then felt what I could tell was a second finger probing my insides. Oh it felt good. His fingers were touching parts of me that only I knew were there. All the time he kept up the sucking of my nipples. Shit I must have been dripping with fanny juice.
I was really getting desperate for a fuck now. I really needed to feel his cock forcing its self inside me but he hadn’t finished.
With his fingers inside I could feel him rubbing my clitoris. My boy friend is not so good at this, but Harry seemed to know exactly what he was doing. He seemed to have magic fingers. In only a couple of minutes I could feel the warm tingle I have experience on those rare occasions I’ve masturbated. Oh fuck I was going to orgasm.
I grabbed his hand forcing it against me. Oh god I thought, whatever you doing don’t stop.
“Oh yes “I shouted rub faster oh yes just there ….” I fucked his hand as I cried out “oh yes oh yes…….. I’m coming.
I felt the tremor of pleasure pulse through my body, I felt dizzy with the feeling of a powerful orgasm
His hand moved from my now sensitive fanny and he stroked my thigh as I got my breath back
I told him “That was yummy. I admitted, it was the quickest and one of the most powerful orgasms I’ve had.
I was now even more desperate for a fuck. I reached out for Harry’s cock and was a bit disappointed to find it soft. “I think this needs attention” I told him. As it was dark, I threw off the covers and wriggled down the bed until I was over his groin. I teased him for a bit letting my long hair brush his thighs and thighs, then bending lower until my lips touched his cock. I knew what would make it into a real fucking tool. I opened my mouth and literally hoovered him in, Harry’s cock stiffened almost immediately.
I could feel Harry’s hand move my hair aside and guessed (correctly) that he was getting turned on by watching me so I gave him a show. Sliding my wet mouth up and down his shaft, flicking my tongue around the nob. Oh it felt good, I could see by the way he moved his hips he was enjoying every minute. He was laying back now as I worked on him. I moved my hair aside so he could see me and sort of winked at him.
After a while I felt him pulling me away so thought it was time. “We gonna fuck now”? I asked hopefully .
“In a bit” he told me and he said he wanted to repay me. I didn’t have clue what he meant. He slid off the bed and I was curious as to what he meant. He pulled me round so my legs were over the edge of the bed “what are you doing” I asked
As he spread my legs and knelt between them I guessed. I wasn’t particularly keen on oral sex (on me that is) I’ve had a few fumbled attempts, with rough chins pressed against my fanny for a few seconds so wasn’t to sure if I wanted Harry to do it now “Are going to….” Before I could finish he lifted and bent my legs and I could feel his warm breath on my thighs.
Knowing what he could do with his fingers I decided I would give him a chance. The first flick of his tongue told me this was going to be different.
I remember shouting “Go for it” then submitted to his expert tongue and mouth.
Fuck, I’d never experienced anything like it before. His tongue darting in and out, and then pressing against my clit. It was fan-bloody-tastic. I felt so weak he could do anything to me now. Somehow he had lifted my legs even higher and he was playing with my boobs and nipples as he worked on my pussy.
Oh it was good, sooooo good. I was moaning and groaning with delight, I was sure anyone in the next room could hear me but I just didn’t care. This was so good. It wasn’t long before I felt a familiar burning building up throughout my body, Harry seemed to sense it and worked even harder
Then I know I cried out………… “Oh fuck fuck fuck……” my body trembled as I came. Harry helped me back on the bed and lay with me as I recovered.
“That was fantastic “ I told him honestly. “ It was the most powerful orgasm I had ever had. I told him “it was clear he was not a selfish lover”. I’d made the right decision when I resolved to have sex with him.
He hinted we were going to get to it now but that his cock needed a bit of attention.
With mock innocence I asked what I could do. He hinted that I’d done a good job before. I got into position and soon sucked him to a perfect erection.
After about a minute he pulled me off.
“I was enjoying that” I told him
“So was I” he replied.
He told me I’d nearly made him come. (Such power I have). As much as I like sucking cock, I’m not keen on having a boy come in my mouth. It’s happened with my boyfriend a couple of times when I’ve been too drunk or just got carried away and as much as I know he liked it, it’s not something I’d do willingly but at the moment it was so worked up, I think I could have willingly let Harry do it, but he had other ideas.
“Time to put it to its proper use” he told me.
I lay on my back and Harry positioned himself between my open legs. I felt the tip of his cock against my cunt then Oh bliss, he forced my pussy open and I welcomed him in. I could feel my cunt stretch to accommodate his hard cock, pushing deeper and deeper inside. I could feel the heat of his balls against the cheeks of my arse.
“I can feel you twitching inside me I told him
Then he said the nicest thing
“Do you know, I’ve dreamed of this moment” he said
“So, what do you think now it’s happened” I asked him
“Far better than any dream” he assured me
Now we began fucking for real, every time he pushed his cock inside, I could feel it all the way in, his balls slapping against my bum. We changed positions several times over the next 20 minutes or so, I loved it when he took me from behind. At one point he had me on my back with my knees almost touching my ears, it wasn’t particularly comfortable but by shit, his cock was so deep. I thought he was going to come out of my throat.
Another position I enjoyed was laying on our sides, he was sort of half under me, he sucked my nipples as he fucked then played with my clit at the same time. I was going crazy. I couldn’t believe it, I was ready to cum again. I’ve been lucky if I cum once with my boyfriend and this was going to be my 3rd!
He then suggested I ride for a bit so we changed positions again. I held his cock pointing the tip to my pussy then lowered myself slowly down his shaft. I can feel every inch of a cock in this position, it seems like its pushing up into my stomach.
It took me a minute or so to get a rhythm. Lifting gently then dropping quickly forcing his cock home then grinding my clit against his pubic bone. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the action. After a while I stopped taking pleasure from his throbbing cock deep within me.
I told him in all honesty that I had actually thought what it would be like fucking him being that much older and that this was the best sex I had had, without a doubt!
Oh bliss, he managed to suck my nipples which I told him really turned me on. He made it clear he didn’t mind they were on the small side.
He asked me what else turned me on, and I was a bit embarrassed to say but told him I really liked him sucking on my pussy.
He pulled me up the bed so I was kneeling over his head. Holding the bed head for support I lowered myself to his expert mouth. Shit, I ground against him as he sucked and licked me to yet another orgasm. I was sure I was just about done in but Harry wasn’t finished
He asked me to suck him hard again as he still wanted to fuck me. I really couldn’t refuse him anything in the state I was in.
I had him hard in seconds, I really put some effort into it. Just as I was getting into my stride he pulled me off. I thought I had hurt him or something but he informed me I was doing too good a job!
For all my reservations about having a boy come in my mouth, this was one time I didn’t care. I wanted to feel him and taste his cum as he had tasted mine. Shit I was so worked up he could have done anything to me, I smiled to myself as I remembered earlier how I thought I was in control.
He suggested a 69, I readily agreed and we got into position. He made it clear he would be able to hold out for long, I couldn’t wait!
I sucked and nibbled on his cock as he pushed his tongue deep into my fanny. Harry was trusting into my mouth and in probably only a minute or so I could feel his cock throbbing then it seemed to grow and jerk like crazy at which point I felt the first of several blasts as he came.
I tried to suck and swallow but knew I had dribbled a bit, but continued to suck as much cum as I could from his cock, swallowing all that I could.
Finally I let go and we disengaged and I moved back up the bed to snuggle. I was totally spent
“I really enjoyed that” I told him I must say you were yummy” Harry complimented my on my expertise. I told him it only seemed fair after all he had done for me, but now I was all done in.
We snuggled up and I was asleep in minutes dreaming of the most heavenly experience.
It was morning when I awoke. At first I wasn’t sure where I was. But could feel a pleasant sensation which I quickly realised was my nipples being sucked.
Harry was climbing over me, edging my legs apart clearly he was feeling horny.
“I thought last night would have been enough” I mumbled, still half asleep.
I then felt his cock pushing against my labia then he pressed against me. I was awake now as I allowed him to push his cock into my body. This was just lust he told me I made it clear I was willing. “Fuck me” I told him as I bent my knees to get him in deeper.
He was rubbing my nipples which was really turning me on and I could feel his hand on my bum and a finger probing my ring just teasing round the edges. Harry began thrusting harder and faster then grunted as he shot his load
I could feel every blast as he fired his sperm into my womb, my pussy throbbed and twitched in time with his own ejections my vaginal muscles contracting squeezing his cock as he lay there.
We finally disengaged and he told me how jealous of my boy friend. I assured him that whilst I loved Craig, he wasn’t a match in the sex stakes.
We had to rush to get ready for the morning meeting which seemed to drag
On the train home Harry mentioned last night, I didn’t respond straight away and I thing he mistook this for me being uncomfortable. In really I was almost having another orgasm reminding myself of just how fantastic it had been and the new experiences I had gained.
I did say I felt a bit guilty. Harry made a point of stating the obvious as to how it would be our secret but my only thoughts were just how soon we could get together so I could feel his tongue probing my aching fanny………… oh yum yum yum

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Best Friends Part 5 Conclusion

Part 4 was the hardest part for me to write. I knew I had to create a separation for the sake of the characters and the story but I didn’t want to separate them by anger because the real Alex and Emma had never fought or argued about anything so it didn’t make any sense to have them fight or argue in the story. Hopefully the final chapter makes sense and ties it all in together for the reader.
Looking back, it was a pretty big gamble moving back to the states after so many years but it was a gamble I was all too eager to make. There were a lot of unsure emotions going through my head at the time. Was I doing the right thing? Would I find what I was looking for when I did arrive? I knew in my heart that I was making the right decision.
Before I had left, the company I had worked for was also a global company meaning they had plants all over the world so the one I worked at was simply one of many. There had been a corporate tour group from the states that came through my plant one day. The president of the group stayed behind my area after the rest of the group carried the tour on to the next stop. He was a pretty nice guy and with both of us being Americans on foreign soil, the conversation eventually turned to him asking what brought me all the way to Australia. I was honest with him and explained that I had moved there with family several years earlier but admitted I had been strongly interested in moving back very soon. He had then explained that the company had a plant in the state that I had come from. When he told me the town, I was stunned. It was towns about fifteen minutes drive from where I grew up. He had then gave me the information on the plant and told me when I got back to look the place up and he would help me get a job there by giving me permission to use him as a reference. I couldn’t believe my luck. One day I am having anxieties over how things would work out and the next day the cards appear to be falling in all the right places like it was meant to be. My mind was now made up and I was finally leaving Oz.
When I landed in the US, I was picked up at the airport by my grandparents who were my only relatives I still had from back home that were still local. I had talked to them before leaving and they agreed to let me stay with me until I was able to establish myself with a new job and a place of my own.
After establishing a US driver’s license, I immediately looked up the company I had worked for and saw by a sign on their door that they were not hiring for production positions but they were hiring for data entry. I was qualified for that position as well so I went in and filled out an application, not expecting much but to get my foot in the door anyways. I did use the president’s name as a reference like he had offered and it worked. A week or so later I was contacted for an interview and was immediately given an office position.
I didn’t have much of a new life yet besides going to work and come home for dinner and sleep but very often I would get off work and just drive around to familiar places for me, hoping to reacquaint and hoping to maybe run into familiar faces. I would even drive by Em’s house hoping her family had still lived there but I had found out that they had moved quite some time back when I had finally gotten the nerve to just get out of my car and ring the doorbell.
I had been on the job now for a few months and was having just one of them days. It was late morning so I hadn’t fully woken up yet, not in a bad mood and not in a good mood. Just…there, but not necessarily into things that particular day. Unbeknownst to me, things were going to drastically change for me that day. Typing away, I could see through my peripherals that our office manager had come upstairs and had brought someone with him. At first I didn’t pay much attention but I could hear him talk as he made his way around the office that he was clearly showing around a new employee. Again I didn’t pay much attention to what was going on…until I heard him say her name when they got to my desk.
“Alex. This is Emma. She will be joining us starting today as our new receptionist.”
I looked up while holding out my hand to shake hers out of polite habit when you are introduced to someone. Our eyes locks and it took a second to actually register with both of us. After all these years, it was really my Em!
There was so much I wanted to say to her but I obviously couldn’t since she was preoccupied. If one was sharp enough, they could tell by the looks on our faces that there was a connection and a history between us. She smiled as she instantly recognized me too. I could see in her eyes that she was dying to talk to me as much as I was dying to talk to her. It was going to be a very long day and my mind was no longer on my work.
All I could think about was how and when I could talk to her but my mind was put at ease when late in the afternoon I suddenly had an email pop up on my computer from “emmap.” It was brief but to the point.
“Hello stranger. Meet me at the park behind the library after work.”
The library was just a couple of minutes drive away from work but I found myself not being able to get there fast enough. When I pulled up, there was just a few cars in the parking lot that overlooked the peaceful park. Her car was an early nineties model Firebird and was easy to pick out since she was still in her car when I pulled up next to her left. She wasted no time jumping out of her car very quickly and into the passenger seat of mine.
“I can’t believe it. After all this ti…”
I didn’t even get my first sentence out when she threw her arms tightly around me.
“You said you were going to write me everyday you were gone.”
“Em. I did write you all the time. I wrote you while I was on the plane. I wrote you every day after that until I started getting all of my letters sent back to me saying you weren’t at your address anymore…I eventually got one in a strange hand writing saying you hadn’t been eating or sleeping until you had finally moved on to someone else. I had even brought the letters all back with me…Em? What happened after I left?”
She was quiet as if she was wondering where to start.
“I did have trouble eating and sleeping at first because I was missing you like crazy but the birthday present you gave me got me through it in anticipation of your letters. I didn’t move on though. Not for a long time anyways when I thought I was never going to hear from you again. I don’t know who would be terrible enough to tell you such a thing.”
“Like I said, I still have the letters. Maybe you would recognize the hand writing because they didn’t bother to sign it. They said you started seeing Steve. The only Steve that came to mind was seven-minutes-in-heaven-Steve from junior high.”
She suddenly looked like she was going to be sick at the thought.
“Steve? Eww! Never in a million years would that have happened. Things did change dramatically though. A few days after you left, my dad informed me that Anna and I were being enrolled in Catholic school for the following year.”
“Catholic school? What was his reasoning behind that?
“To this day we still don’t know and he would never tell us but I believe it was because he somehow found out about the things you and I used to do.”
“Well that would explain his mood change towards me before I left.”
Not wanting to talk about her dad, I was quick to change the subject.
“So, tell me about yourself. Did you marry? Did you have any children?”
I wasn’t sure I wanted to know that either. She seemed a little uncomfortable talking about it but she finally spoke up.
“I did get married about ten years ago. He treats me OK and I have two kids, a girl and a boy. How about you? Did you ever marry? How long have you been back?”
“I have been back for a few months now. I am staying with my grandparents right now until I establish myself in a job and place of my own. After work, I still have a lot of free time on my hands so I like to drive around and see places I hadn’t seen in a long time like our neighborhood. I had been hoping that I would run into you on one of my outings but it is weird seeing familiar neighborhoods and houses but knowing that someone else is living there now. I think a lot about the times we both had growing up and I can’t help but wonder if what happened with us is now happening with two other kids now. I did eventually get married after several years but that lasted about five years before we realized we should have never been together in the first place. We divorced amicably and thankfully we never had any kids together.”
She was quiet for a moment as she listened to my back story before finally making a suggestion.
“Would you like to see some pictures?”
“Of course, I would love to.”
She seemed a little apprehensive at first but slowly pulled out her wallet while flipping her photos open. I saw her son first and noticed him to be about nine in age and looked a lot like his mom.
“Your son?”
“That would be my little guy Travis. He just turned nine back in June.”
“He’s got his momma’s looks.”
I flipped the page and came to a photo of her daughter. She looked about fifteen and the closer I looked, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something seemed a little different. I was silent as I tried to figure it out and Em had patiently watched my every facial expression to see if I would figure it out. After a minute of concentrated silence, she finally snapped me out of the trance I was in.
“She is your daughter Alex.”
I looked at Emma and then back to picture and that’s where I had finally realized what it was that seemed different to me. I had suddenly realized that I had been looking into my own eyes. It was then that I had started to cry. Emma moved in closer, held my hand, kissed me on the cheek and hugged me close.
“She is so beautiful. What is our daughter’s name?
“I named her Heidi.”
“That is a beautiful name. Does she know about me?”
“Of course, I have told her a lot about her dad. She keeps saying that she hopes she gets to finally meet you someday.”
“Looks like I have a lot to catch up on huh?”
She looked up at me as if recalling that special night so many years ago.
“I remember that last night we had together. I said to you that I wanted as much of you as I could possibly have. I woke up one morning and was a bit nauseous but I didn’t think too much about it. It got to be an everyday thing until I bought a test from the drugstore out of curiosity. It came up positive and I was happy but scared at the same time. I wanted so much to tell you and for you to be here with me while I was going through it.”
My heart sank in a matter of seconds. As she said that, I went from being happy to know that I had fathered a child with the only woman I had ever truly loved to realize that because of someone else, we were robbed of what should have been a very special moment in our lives.
“By the time I found out I was going to have a baby, my dad had already enrolled Anna and I in Catholic school so I kept that a secret from him until I was already at the school. Mom was kind of happy but dad was livid when he found out. For the first time in my life I didn’t care what he thought. I just knew I was blessed to have this connection with you.”
I kissed her on her forehead as I remembered how much I had loved her so much and why.
We talked for a long time until she informed me that she finally had to get going since her husband was probably wondering where she was at.
“It’s my first day on the job today. I will just tell him I stayed later to learn some things. Not exactly lying right?”
“I guess not.” I agreed.
The next day at work was the start of us having many, many, email conversations back and forth. On one hand I loved the conversations we had and they made the day a lot more tolerable. On the other hand there was now a sense of having limited access to a woman I had never been limited to before. She was now married and even though I hated that fact, I had no choice but to accept it because of the hand of fate we were dealt. We still had each other though which was better than nothing. In a way it was like we were spending a lot of time getting to know each other all over again. She told me a lot about our daughter and she also informed me that her parents had divorced several years ago.
Because of our email conversations, I know it put me on the borderline of being fired a few times because my supervisor would walk by in the middle of me typing. All he would have to see was her name on the screen and he would be quick to remind me about company policy. I couldn’t care less. We weren’t hurting anything or anybody and we still got our work done. As friends, the two of us had become inseparable once again.
Because of our many conversations, I had found out that her marriage was good but not entirely a happy one. They did spend a lot of time doing things apart rather than together. She would spend a lot of time with her sisters and friends while he spent a lot of time with his buddies or with his head wrapped around baseball coaching Travis’ little league.
Emma was honest with her family by sitting her husband and Heidi down to let them know that I was back and she was in contact with me. I don’t think her husband was too entirely thrilled about it but she reminded him that there was always a big possibility of it happening someday from the time she met him. Heidi on the other hand was surprised but excited that for the first time she was going to meet her real dad. Emma had arranged a meeting for us to make it official by letting Heidi and I have the time together to ease into things with as little pressure and awkwardness as possible. She had told her husband about it before hand and although he was uncomfortable with it, he accepted the reunion quietly. After our meeting, I would then meet with her whole family so that her husband and her son could finally meet me.
By this time I had already had my own place so I invited Emma and Heidi over for a nice dinner that I had prepared for them. My heart was absolutely pounding before their arrival, not knowing how Heidi would take to me.
When the doorbell rang, I paused and took a deep breath before opening the door. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. On my porch stood the two most beautiful girls I had ever seen. Emma always made my heart skip beats while Heidi stood before me standing a petite four foot ten or so and she had her mother’s thick beautiful hair. Taking a long quiet look at my daughter, I drew her close to me and hugged her tight. With tears in my eyes, I had hoped I didn’t make her uncomfortable but when I felt her hug me tightly in return, I could tell that she was just as happy to see me as I was to see her.
As we broke our hug, I acknowledged Emma with a hug and a kiss on the cheek and invited my girls inside.
“Mmm. Something smells yummy. What are you cooking us?” Asked Emma.
“Just my specialty, chicken enchiladas. Would you ladies like a beverage?”
I already knew Em was a diet coke girl. I was a little curious as to what Heidi preferred not having raised her to find out.
“Mountain Dew for me thanks.”
Yep. She’s definitely her father’s daughter. Mountain Dew is the nectar of the Gods in my longtime opinion. I wondered what other ways she took after her old man.
While dinner was in the oven, we sat in the living room and talked. I was pretty excited to get to know my daughter finally.
“Your mom tells me you are a freshman in high school now. How is that going? You have any favorite subjects?”
“I’m not an honor student or anything but I do ok. I am enjoying high school better than middle school. Less drama anyways.”
Em and I looked knowingly at each other and I could tell we were both suddenly thinking back to our own middle school days and Tonya’s party so many years ago.
“My favorite subjects are creative writing and journalism. I absolutely hate math.”
Yep, definitely her father’s daughter. Math was my worst subject too.
“What kind of things do you enjoy doing?”
I really like music, hanging out with my friends, dancing, and watching movies.”
Ahh music. More common ground that we shared. Did she inherit my taste in music?
“I love music too. Who are your favorite groups?”
“I love Gwen Stephani, the Black Eyed Peas and the Pussycat Dolls.”
Damn. Oh well. We can’t have everything in common I guess. Like all fathers and daughters we have to disagree on some things.
As the evening wore on, we talked a lot more and listened to some of Heidi’s favorite music while her mom and I broke out old photo albums to share with her. We also had many stories to share with our daughter of how we met and the things we used to do together.
As comfortable as we all were, I had excused myself to go to my bedroom and bring out a box I had kept with me for many years. Placing it on the coffee table in front of Em, she had an idea what was in the box although Heidi hadn’t a clue as we both watched Em open it with uncertainty. As she opened it up, she peered inside and immediately recognized the stacks of envelopes as all of the returned letters I had sent her so many years ago. Pulling them out, she showed them to our daughter as she explained what they were.
“You were serious. These are all the letters you wrote to me from Australia.”
“I thought you would like to finally have them after all this time. Better late than never huh?”
Reaching into the box, I pulled out the letter that explained to me that Em had moved on.
“Here is the one letter I had told you about.”
When she took it, she examined the envelope and the postmark carefully as she recognized the hand writing.
“That’s my dads writing.”
She removed the letter from the envelope and started reading as a storm of confused emotions swept her face.
“I am confused. He had always liked you, or so I thought. Why would he write such a letter? So if he knew where to send you a letter, he had kept all of these ones from me. But why?”
The why wasn’t as important to either of us the moment. That was a question best answered from the source itself when the time was ready but for now, we concentrated on enjoying each others company and reading the existing letters out loud.
Heidi seemed to genuinely enjoy the time we were all spending together that by the time Em said it was time for them to go home, it was around midnight and Em wasn’t in the mood to leave which made me feel pretty good. I could tell by her body language and facial expression that Em didn’t want to really leave either but she knew it was late. I didn’t want her to leave either.
Since our meeting, I had taken financial responsibility for my daughter, she would also spend time with me and now had her own room at my house.
I had also finally met her husband and her son Travis at one of his little league games that her husband also coached. He was friendly with me but clearly didn’t have much interest in getting to know me more. Travis on the other hand took to me pretty well. I also got to see some of Em’s family that I hadn’t seen in many years. Her twin Anna was at the game and we got a chance to talk and catch up. I had found out that she had left her husband and had two young boys. Like Em, the years had been very good to the both of them.
Also with the family was their mom who was just as warm friendly and friendly with me as she had always been while Heidi brought along a few friends of hers that she had introduced me to. The game itself was very exciting and the evening was warm and relaxing when I realized that I was happier and content than I had been in a long time.
The day is still just as fresh in my mind now as if it just happened yesterday even though it occurred about four years after we had been reunited. It was a day I saw Em in a great deal of emotional pain at work and of course that always got my attention. When I had confronted her about why she was upset, she had then told me that her husband has been having depression issues lately and has been pushing her away. They sought some medical help for him and his doctor believed him to be bi-polar. After seeing her pain and the hell it put her through, I wouldn’t wish that shit on anyone.
Almost as if she was being put through a test of strength and courage, she had also found out that her dad was diagnosed with terminal cancer. It was a devastating blow that took a lot out of her and I would gladly absorb every bit of the pain she felt if I could.
In the many months that followed, she stuck with it as best as she could and even though she had her good days and very bad days I had always tried to be there for her to fill the void and to ease the pain. Her birthday came up and I had some nice gifts waiting for her on her desk when she got to work that morning. She loved what I did and most likely thought that was it when late morning arrived and a beautiful bouquet of flowers were delivered for her. I wasn’t trying to outdo anyone, least of all her husband. I did it because I genuinely love her, she means everything to me and she deserved it. It wasn’t until the next morning I would find out that I completely made her birthday very special. Her husband on the other hand had totally forgotten her birthday, never even acknowledged it and preferred to roll over burying his nose in a book about baseball and refused to even talk or make love to her. That wouldn’t have even happened to her if I was the one she had gone home to last night. I would have made love to her all night and as badly as I want to sexually ravish her again, that is not something I preferred to act on. I am a close friend, not a home wrecker. I knew in my mind that her marriage wasn’t going to last much longer but if it was going to end; it would be by his hands and not mine.
With summer also came our state fair. Em and I learned that Daughtry would be playing this year in support of his first album. Both of us being big fans of his as well as a mutual friend and co-worker, we all had made plans to go. Her husband by this time was officially bi-polar and was putting the family through a lot of shit. He had become obsessed with religion and he and Em spent even more time apart now than they did before his diagnosis. Mainly it was an escape for her. She told him that she was going to go to a concert that night but she of course didn’t mention that I would be with her. Only our friend Dawn would be going with her.
When we met up at the fair it was early evening. We had gone to the beer garden before the show and had a couple of drinks and socialized.
The show itself was great. We sat in the first several rows while Em had some difficulty seeing because she was five foot two. What can I say, I love short women but I helped her out by trading seats with her for a better view. When he sung “Home”, Em had been standing directly in front of me. I couldn’t resist wrapping my arms around her. She responded by grabbing my arms and wrapping them tighter around her while we both just lost ourselves in the song.
Daughtry put on a fantastic show and proved himself to be about the only decent American Idol to ever come off that show.
After the show, the three of us hung around and took in the carnival sights and sounds looking at all the booths. I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she truly looked under all the multi colored lights. She must have noticed me looking closely at her as she returned my gaze with a smile just as beautiful as she is. The atmosphere must have been getting to her too as she suddenly slid her arm through mine and moved in as close as she could. With a contented sigh, I could tell she was more relaxed than she had been in quite a while. One thing was clear. Neither of us was in hurry to leave that night so we walked around, holding hands, and shared a funnel cake before we closed out the fair for the night.
I remember feeling a little discombobulated as we walked Dawn to her car. I didn’t recognize the parking lot we were suddenly in until I remembered that we exited from a different place than where we entered so it was no wonder I didn’t recognize the lot. As we said our goodbyes, I walked Emma to her car where the lot was clearing out fast.
We got to her Santa Fe which was parked next to a fence on the far side of the lot. Most of the cars had already cleared out in that area. She still had a hold of my hand and instead of walking to the driver’s side; she walked me around to the passenger side where we were between her car and the fence out of view from anyone else and in the dark. She stood with her back against her car and wrapped her arms around my neck once again pulling me closer into her and our lips met in a passionate kiss that neither of us was in a hurry to break. Oh how I missed the softness of her lips against mine, the taste of her tongue and the warmth of her sweet breath. There was no husband that night, just the two of us the way it used to be and I didn’t feel a damned bit guilty about it.
I broke the kiss only to set the mood by opening up her passenger door, taking her keys and slipping them into the ignition to find some mood music on the radio. “Faithfully” by Journey. Perfect!
Taking her back into my arms, we began to dance to the soft music as a peaceful calm drifted us off to a place all our own. The music played, our bodies swayed and before I knew it she had turned her body around in my arms so that her butt was grinding seductively into my groin. It didn’t take long for my cock to harden in my shorts to the point of her taking notice which of course made her grind harder against me. With one hand firmly on her hip, my other hand dropped down and was rubbing her pussy through the fabric of her shorts. I was not surprised that her crotch was damp and radiating a lot of heat.
The hand that was holding her waist had slowly moved north until I was now cupping one of her soft breasts underneath her t-shirt. When I kissed her neck and nibbled on her ear, I could feel her nipple harden in my hand and her breathing was rapidly increasing until she wasn’t able to take it anymore. She broke free and turned around to face me with a look of hungry lust in her eyes. Grasping the front of my shorts, she undid the snap and the zipper pulling my shorts to the ground and freeing my very hard cock. She then undid the snap and zipper on her shorts and removed hers as well. When she smiled and turned around, she bent herself comfortably over the front seat. Feeling the damp heat of her crotch moments earlier, I already knew she was very wet and ready for entry.
I took my hard cock in hand and lined up to her tight womanhood and slid into her as deep as I could penetrate. A loud moan echoed from her lips the deeper I went and I took hold of her waist while finding the perfect rhythm for the two of us.
This was the first time Em and I actually had sex since our reunion and I was determined to make it last as long as I could because I wasn’t sure when or if it would happen again. All I knew was, being back inside of her like I was now was just like being back home where I belonged. Her muscles were gripping me tightly with each stroke.
“It’s been so long. Fuck me Alex. I miss your hard cock so much. It was always such a perfect fit.”
I knew from one of our many conversations that her being a diabetic, she had a very difficult time giving birth to her son so she had her tubes tied after having him so I knew there was no chance of me getting her pregnant. In a way I was sad about the idea of not being able to conceive another child with the woman I truly loved but at the same time I was also very grateful for the one child that we did create together.
Things were now feeling overwhelmingly good and we had been screwing for several minutes when suddenly we heard a few voices in the close distance. We had froze with my cock still deep inside of her as we hoped to figure out how close the voices were. Since Em had her head comfortably splayed across her passenger seat, I was in the best position to see where the voices were coming from since I was still standing behind Em with a better view of the rest of the parking lot. As we were both very quiet, Em’s pussy gave my cock a few tight noticeable squeezes to get my attention.
“Who is it my handsome man?”
“It’s ok. It’s just a family across the way walking to their car. They don’t even notice us.”
Once the coast was clear, we resumed fucking and if I didn’t know any better I would say that the thrill of almost being caught was a big turn on for Em. Her moans grew louder and she started bucking wildly into me until she was soon overcome with an intense orgasm that would have carried across the rest of the parking lot if she hadn’t been using the seat cushion to muffle her screams. I had kept thrusting into her during her orgasm to keep her as stimulated as possible and to increase the sensation for her.
After she came, I wasn’t far behind her. She had tightened her muscles around my cock and was causing a more intense sensation on the bottom of my shaft every time I was on the out stroke. My balls soon tightened and I had passed the point of no return. Pushing in until my pubic are was firmly pressed against her firm butt, I started to fill her with my cum in a seemingly never ending torrent since I hadn’t had sex for a while. When I had finally finished and slowly pulled out, a little of my spunk had followed the exit and dribbled onto the ground. Em had stood up and we kissed for several minutes before finally putting our clothes on and reluctantly leaving each other for the night. Not because we wanted but because it was very late and Em needed to finally get going.
In the days that followed, things at home were not improving with her husband. In fact they were getting worse. He had moved in with his parents so his mom could take care of him because he was still rejecting his family. Em had finally confessed to me that she was probably done and that she was tired of trying to make it work without success.
A week or so after the concert, we were both at work. The morning was fairly quiet but it didn’t take long for things to change. Em had received a call that led to her running out of the building in tears. Running after her, I already knew what had happened. Her father had passed away in his sleep. As we stood by her car, I took her into my arms and held her tight as she cried on my shoulder.
With her marriage and losing her dad, she was in a pretty dark place and I wanted nothing more than to pull her out of it and give her the comfort that she desperately needed. Especially when I knew her husband wasn’t going to give it to her. It was killing me to see her in the tremendous pain that she was in.
She had taken work leave for almost two weeks between the funeral and other arrangements with her dad’s estate. Work was very lonely not having her around to talk to like I always did but I was there for her nonetheless whether it was to talk to her, lend an ear, or lend a hand. Whatever she needed, I made sure I could provide it for her. We would spend our evenings talking on the phone as long as possible. On one particular conversation she had brought up her dad and one of the last conversations that they had before his passing.
“You know, I finally had a talk with dad a couple of days before he passed away.”
My curiosity was now piqued.
“Oh?”
I asked him about the letter and the whole catholic school thing.”
“What did he tell you?”
He didn’t want to say anything but I made him tell me. Apparently he had an idea that you and I were having sex. He had heard us early one morning when you walked me home and immediately thought the worst although he didn’t want to come out and talk to me about it. He talked to mom and he also talked to your parents but was met with mixed opinions. My dad and your mom were the only ones that were against our being together sexually. My mom and your dad were reasonable ok with.”
“I still don’t understand why they didn’t feel like they could come and talk to us if they had issues with it.”
“He had also confessed to me that your move to Australia and my enrollment in catholic school were orchestrated to separate us for good. My dad and your mom planned the whole thing.”
I was stunned. After all these years, the truth finally came out. I was livid that these two individuals had bitterly robbed us because they were too blind to understand what she and I had together. Hate and grudges were tempting but not an option. They may have robbed us of the life we could have had together, but we were back and still just as close as we were when I left. If anything, we proved that true love can never be permanently separated.
It took some time but once the dust had settled, her dads house had finally sold and the sisters were able to get back to some semblance of normal now that they had time to grieve and say goodbye in their own ways.
Em had made one last ditch effort to save her marriage by agreeing to go to a church marriage counselor at her husband’s request. The first visit went better than she had expected with the counselor backing her up saying that her husband needed to put more effort into courting his wife back into his life. As good an idea as that may have been, I couldn’t imagine him wanting to put that kind of effort into saving anything much less his marriage. As far as Em was concerned it was too little too late. Deep down in her heart, she knew it and even her kids knew it was over.
It was about eleven thirty at night when my cell phone on my night stand rang. I hadn’t been asleep long but I blindly reached for it and saw it was Em when I looked at the display.
“Hey beautiful, what’s going on?”
By the sounds I was hearing, it was obvious that she had been crying before I heard her speak.
“Em. What’s wrong? Where are you at?”
Through her tear choked voice, she finally answered.
“I am at home. Just having a hot bath.”
Is everything OK? You don’t normally call me this late. Not that I am complaining or anything. I always love to hear your voice no matter the time of day.”
I could hear her smile a little bit through the phone.
“I’m OK…I am doing it Alex”
A million thing could have gone through my head at that point and I am pretty sure I knew exactly what she was talking about. I just needed to hear her say it.
“What exactly are you doing Em?”
“I am leaving Chuck. I can’t do it anymore Alex.”
I wasn’t sure what to say or how to respond to that without sounding overjoyed when she was obviously hurting. I said the only thing I could think at that moment.
“I am proud of you babe. You deserve a hell of a lot better than what he has been handing you. Have you told him yet?”
“Not yet. He is still living with his mom and dad. We rarely talk anymore.”
“Do you have a plan yet?”
“Not yet. I just decided it tonight. I was going to talk to my sister and see if she would let the kids and I stay with her until I could figure things out.”
“That’s not necessary you know?”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because you have a safe haven here. You always have, you know that. I have plenty of room for all three of you. If you are interested anyway? Heidi already has a room here anyways.”
She grew quiet as she was obviously contemplating my offer.
“You always were so good to me.”
“We always were good to each other. And we were also always there for each other.”
“That’s true.” she agreed.
“If you are absolutely sure this is what you want to do, just say the word. I will help pack you up.”
There was more silence before she finally spoke.
“I love you Alex. I always have and always will.”
“I love you too baby. I never stopped.”
The next day was a Saturday and as it so happened, Chuck was off halfway across the state on a family camping trip which worked out perfect since he wouldn’t be in our hair. I had rented a U Haul so we were able to get everything her and the kids wanted in one trip. It only took about half the day so by days end, I treated us to a nice dinner for the hard work.
The day itself had been somewhat hot and humid so with some air conditioning, we worked late unpacking and getting everybody settled in. The kids had crashed in their rooms about eleven while Em and I turned in about midnight where we both fell asleep rather quickly from a long exhausting day.
Having Em in bed with me once again after all these years was an incredible feeing. Knowing neither of us had to wake up in the early morning hours so I could quietly walk her back to her house across the street was an even better feeling.
About three o’clock in the morning, I opened my eyes to the sound of a loud thunder storm in progress. No longer seven years old, I laid in bed peacefully enjoying the sounds when I felt Em snuggle closer to me laying her head on my shoulder and draping her arm across my chest. I reciprocated by putting my arm around her to hold her close. When I heard her soft contented breathing, one thing was for certain. Neither of us were seven anymore. What used to bring us fear now only brought us calm in a very familiar way.
I had long been in the habit of sleeping in the buff. Not only was it much more comfortable but on a warm evening like what we had, it was also cooler. Em apparently had the same mindset as I was enjoying the feel of her soft bare skin pressed to mine.
I was not surprised when I felt her hand slide down my chest and softly fondle my balls. In the dark, we were facing each other as her hand roamed my body. When a brilliant flash of lightning lit up the room, we discovered that we were both smiling at each other obviously remembering and ready to recreate that same stormy night so many years ago.
As Em took my cock into her hand, we could both feel it harden in her hand as she gently stroked me. Pressing my lips to hers, I kissed her deeply while I fondled one of her breasts and she moaned softly as her nipple hardened in my hand.
Craving more of each other, we broke our kiss and re-positioned ourselves into a 69 position. Em took my cock in hand giving it a series of seductive licks before taking the fist couple of inches into her mouth. With her delectable pussy just in front of my face, I was more than ready to taste her sweet juices that were already starting to leak from her honey hole. My lips completely covered her womanhood as if I was passionately kissing her but I used the opportunity to drink up her secreting fluids by swabbing her lips and slit with my tongue before poking into her wet opening. At the same time, my thumb had found her clit and was gently massaging it.
Her hot lips slid slowly down the length of my hard shaft creating the most amazing sensations enhanced when her tongue would swirl around the head of my cock and teasing my frenulum. When the head of my cock would reach the back of her throat, I was sucking on her clit creating a humming sound that sent a vibrating pulse through her love button that had her cumming onto my tongue.
When Em gained her breath, she swung around and climbed on top of me. With a hungry look in her eyes, she took hold of my cock, lined the head up to her wet opening and sat slowly down until I was completely inside of her. As she started a grind, I began a thrust until we found a beautiful rhythm.
Outside the storm was still raging but was showing signs of settling while an occasional flash of lightning would illuminate the naked beauty riding me into the night. He pussy muscles would grip me tight on each upstroke while my hands fondled her bare breasts.
Switching positions, I held her by her ass and turned us over where she was now laying on her back with her head resting on the pillows. Her legs splayed open exposing her beautiful open pussy for my taking. As I moved between her legs, I took my hard cock in my hand and slid inside of her as far as I could go.
Lightning illuminated the room to show me her head tilted back with a look of ecstasy washing her face.
As I thrusted into her, I reached down and massaged her clit once again with the pad of my thumb while her legs draped over my shoulders.
Lightning flashed once again and I was overcome by the sudden sight of her breasts swaying back and forth, up and down with each thrust.
As her muscles squeezed me tight, I was now over the edge. My balls tightened and the head of my cock inflated inside of my lover and I filled her with spurt after spurt full of my creamy seed.
When we finished, I collapsed by her side holding her face in my hands and kissing her deep while we drifted off back to sleep with the rumbling storm now in the far off distance. We were no longer seven but two people who were still very much in love.
Chuck was certainly not happy that Emma had filed for divorce and showed it by trying to make things very difficult every step of the way which both angered and confused me. He spent so much time pushing her away and now that she has moved on he has now realized that she’s no longer going to be there waiting for him to get his collective shit together. I guess that’s what happens when you take things for granted. With Chuck’s logic, she was only worth fighting for now but not when she was still with him putting up with all of his shit. He was too stupid to realize that if he had put that much effort into his marriage he would probably still be married to her.
Em’s divorce became final about four months after she filed. Em and I married a year later in a nice beach side ceremony surrounded by close friends and family. As I placed the ring on her finger, I leaned in and whispered softly to her;
“I told you I would be back to give you the real thing.”

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The babysitter surprise

Naomi an 18 year old girl from down the street was babysitting for us every other tuesday. The last months or so she had developped into that phase between girl and woman. The looks almost entirely a woman, her acts switching between that of a child and woman.
One day I came home early and tried to be silent entering the house not to wake up the kids. I called Naomi but did not see her. I went upstairs and found her in our bed. Dressed in my wife’s nightgown snuggling with my pillow, dressed with the T-shirt I wore that day before going out. She was shocked, and shamed and just stared to the floor apologizing. There was no need to hide that I took a look at her breast which was exposed.
It was awkward, I was turned on, but there was no thought in my mind of acting upon my arrousal. What to say, what to do? I sat down next to her and asked her why she was in our bedroom dressed like this. This question had to be repeated in a more forceful way, before she answered. She had always seen me as the grown up, a fatherfigure and something like an uncle. The last half year she really felt she was not a child anymore so her view of me changed as well. I had become a man, the lover of my wife. Combined with the liking for me she always had, she had fantasied being my wife.
Last two tuesdays she had gone to our bedroom and had lived her fantasy in a more realistic way. Now she was still turned on by her actions, was embarrassed and was fearful that I would see her as the irresponsible babysitter that appeared to be too young to babysit.
After assuring her, this was not the case and that I would go downstairs and give her the opportunity to get dressed and then we would both forget about everyrhing, she was relieved. She jumped up, looked me in the eyes and hugged me in a friendly way. The nightgown fell open and I had a full view of her breasts while she bent over to me. I tried to hide my growing excitement.
After that episode there was an intimacy, a shared secret. Naomi and I were buddies.
6 weeks later I came home early again. Somewhere I had a slight feeling of disappointment that she was just sitting on the couch watching TV. I sat down next to her and made a joke: “no secret bedplays this time” and she answered: “not yet”… She looked as if she could not believe that she had said what she had said, and looked miserable. Jokingly I tried to take the pressure of the moment and responded: “please feel free, shall I just wait here for you, or do you need the shirt I’m wearing”.
The situation remained a bit uncomfortable, I paid her and we said goodbye. At the door she turned around and said: don’t tease me like I’m a little girl. Now I felt ashamed and told her that for me the situation was also confusing. That she was not the little girl anymore who could join in play-fighting with the kids, since I no longer felt comfortable to grab here without having to worry where my hands were located, no tickling etc.. I told her I missed her being a little kid and on the other hand admired here for growing up as a beautiful woman. With woman different rules apply than with little girls. Again she hugged me and told me that she understood, that she missed fighting and holding me as well. Bursting out with laughter she said: “I’m holding you while telling you I miss holding you, that’s funny”. She kept her head against my shoulder. “So you think I’m beautiful? My breasts are smaller than your wife’s, I tried her bra.” I told her that beauty could be measured in other ways than cup size alone, that the shape and texture of a breast are more important and that breast were not the only defining feature of a woman and that she should stay away from my wife’s lingerie. Then I told her laughingly to get home immediately, because I did not like the direction of the conversation. She ran away, turned, came back, kissed me on the cheek and just a touch of the corner of my mouth and said: “your pants tell me you do like the direction of the discussion.” With that bombshell she turned again and was skipping her way home.
The next couple of nights I had some improper dreams and became worried I would mention Naomi’s name during a dream. I don’t think I did because my wife never mentioned it. Two weeks later my wife told me that two nephews of our kids would stay for the night and that she had forgotten she was on call for work and would not be home. She told me she had called Naomi to assist me, she hade made the guestroom for Naomi so she could help me with breakfast as well. I reddened, my wife misinterpreted that and told me not to worry cause Naomi would replace her very well. “I’m sure she will, dear” I answered.
That evening Naomi came in at 5, she played with all 5 kids and gave me room to prepare the meal. When we were all finished, the kids wanted to fight me and they made a castle from the couch, some chairs and a blanket. Then they thought about a story where a beautiful princes was saved from a brutal king in a castle by a young handsome prince. Naomi had to be the beautiful princes, i told the kids that all Naomi needed was a crown since she was already beautiful. I immediatly received a big kiss for that remark. I became the roll of the brutal king, on which Naomi commented, I would like your father to be the brutal king. The 5 kids would together be the handsome prince. I had to look fearceful sitting upon Naomi and pinning her arms with mine. When I was in position, Naomi told the kids that they first could have a cookie from the jar in the kitchen and that we would remain in this position until they came back. “I will only take my sweater of because I’m hot she said” and that she did. For a minute or two I was sitting upon her, seeing her nipples through her shirt, not knowing what to do with my hands. Her hands rested on my legs close to my loins where her thumbs were casually caressing me. I felt too much blood going to my loins and my dick was growing, it found a position closer and closer to her right thumb.
Than the kids came back, they wrestled me and rescued the beautiful princess. at 8 the kids were in bed, Naomi and I came down the stairs. We played some games at the table and after a while she wanted to watch a movie, so went to the couch. The movie was scary and she came closer and repeatedly she burried her face in my chest not to see a a scene. I put one hand around her shoulder, then she started to turn away from me, by her turning my hand slipped to her left breast and I lifted my hand. She asked: “please, don’t let go, it’s scary”. I put my hand on her shoulder again and she started to turn again. With fascination I saw I started to hold a firm 18 year old breast. I massaged it very gently and she put her hand on my leg again. When she actually touched my dick, it was rock hard and I jumped.
“This is wrong,” I said “you need a boy your own age to gradually discover the fun of sexual attraction and I’m happily married. Sexually I passed second base already decades ago and I can not turn back.”
She said she had thought about that and that she was not prepared to fuck but since she really wanted me she would perform oral and manual sex and that she would be open to receive likewise. She looked in my eyes and started to unbutton my pants pulling me closer to the couch. I felt shaky and told her so. “You sit down on the couch then” she said and she kneeled in front of me. She pulled my boxershort down and kissed my dick. She looked at me and asked me for instructions since she wanted to do it right the first time. I gave her the list my turn-on’s.
1) Give me the feeling that you really want it and that you enjoy it.
2) Show me that you want me to have pleasure by looking at me and by reacting to my sounds and movements.
3) A blowjob concerns not just the top of the dick, but all of it, the balls and all the surrounding areas.
4) Warm me up with a striptease and give oral sex, just with your panties on.
5) Give me a view of your breasts and when I try to reach them or your pussy, help me eagerly
6) Show that you try to deepthroat me but don’t overdo it. gagging does not work for me
7) Swallow.
I could have skipped all but no. 7, because I was so hot that I came immediately.
She swallowed and continued to work the list. So I had to ask her for a break. She lay down next to me, so I could carress her breasts. She got me a beer, took a sip and kissed me, letting the beer dribble into my mouth. After half an hour, she got down on her knees again, she remembered my list well and I was better prepared. She sucked my cock for half an hour and then I took her pony tail and started to face fuck her. Her eyes got wide so I stopped and asked her if she was OK. She said she was supprised by my force but that she wanted me to go on. So I put my cock back in her mouth, had both hands on her cute head and fucked her face good. After me coming and her swallowing, she thanked me,…, she thanked me. An 18 year gorgeous looking girl thanked me for fucking her face.
That night we slept both in the guestroom, I Iicked her pussy and watched her come and come again. She asked me to fuck her. When I declined she offered a try at her ass. I asked if she really wanted that. She said; no. I fell asleep while she was licking my balls after I came for the third time in her mouth that night. At six I went to my own bed and was awakened by my wife (returned from the hospital) and Naomi who had together prepared me a breakfast on bed.
“How did Naomi do” my wife asked and I told her she could help out a next time without a problem.

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ENGLISH SHEPHERD AND AUSTRALIAN

An Aussie once visited England. While there he was walking down a country lane alongside a farm. After a while he saw an English sheep farmer fucking one of his sheep. To this the Aussie yells, “Aye, Mate! In Australia we shear those!”
To which the farmer replies, “I ain’t sharing nothing with you. Go and get your own.!”

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Aja’s Delight

Starts of slow a bit, from what I think. Just be patient, it just takes some time and it is a bit long. Thanks for reading it.

The ring of salazar Part 7

Hermione ordeal wasn’t over yet… She had take her shower but for some stranger and scary reason she couldn’t clean Harry’s cum of her face.
As hard as she tried, she could not bring a wet towel to her face nor putting it under water to wash it.
She was desperate and started to cry
-what I will do?
At this moment, Ginny enter the shower room of their dorm…
Hermione stopped her crying when she saw Ginny’s face…
She could clearly see the mess… She also had dried cum on her face but that wasn’t the bad thing… Almost haft her face was brown with shit…
And she was crying to…
-Ginny! What happens to you…
She ask while reaching her friend to comfort her sorrow.
-I don’t know I wake up in the girl restroom, a big shit log as pillow and one almost up my nose… And I can’t wash any of it… I tried everything… She explain.
Ginny then look at Hermione and saw the dried cum on her skin.
-Let me try! Said Hermione not wanting Ginny to ask who had cum on her face…
She casted a cleaning spell and the mess on Ginny’s face was gone.
Ginny did the same for her and they agree to keep that for themselves and to find what is the cause of the curse… But first they had to go eat so the walk down to the great hall.
In way, they pass a groupe of first year who were watching some
Pictures they had. When they saw Hermione, they point her while checking their pictures… The girls clearly heard them call her a slut.
They finally arrive to the main hall and they saw right away that something was wrong. When they enter the room With the houses table
Everyone turn to look at Hermione… But she didn’t see it at first… What caught her eyes were the new decoration of the room… On each wall was print a moving photo the size of the wall. Each of those shot were of her sucking a horse’s cock.
One of her Holding his balls and kissing them, one with her face completely up the horse’s ass licking it while jerking him, another of her deepthroating him all down her throat, and the last one of her face cover in cum and the cock half limp resting on her head and leaking cum in her hair. All of them moving in a eternal loop video
Hermione couldn’t believe her eyes… Never she would do this but she could not lie… It was her on those photos…
She then realize everyone was looking at her reaction… They all had smaller version of her four pictures in their hand… Even Harry and Ron…
piles of them were sitting on each tables. Hermione was about to run in tear out of this hell when she heard someone say
– Hey mudblood! Now your in love with Firenze. He is your new boyfriend!hey look at this bitch!
It was Goyle and right when Hermione looked at him, he dropped is pant and show her his balls.
Less then 5 second later Hermione was licking Goyle balls in front of the entire school. Normaly,Flinch would have stop them but he instead drop his pant and come close of Hermione.
Her conditioning took in and she start to lick his balls while jerking Goyle.
Argus balls tasted foul. She was sure he had never wash them.
One minute later, all the student had their cock out and where waiting for their turn. Even Ron and Harry.
Hermione could not tell how much cock she had suck so far… How much had painted her face and yet two
More cock where put before her face and a lot more were waiting their turn. She look up to see which cocks it was and felt ashamed when she recognize Harry and Ron…
Look Harry! Her face is so much cover… Soon we won’t be able to recognize you Hermi… Agh! That so good.
Ron took hold of her face and started to fuck it hard with his big 7 inch cock.
Soon the two boy ejaculated on her face and head, adding to all the cum already there.
-Come on Ron! Let leave her to her pleasure and let go find Pansy Parkinson and see how much of my arm I can fuck up her ass.
Harry could have help Hermiome
But after all why would he?
They leave her to the hundred of guy still in the room.
It’s only one hour later that she finish the last cock… Hagrid… His balls were the size of her head and when he did cum… He shot more then all the student of the school together… Hermione Granger was a total mess of cum.
Malfoy and Goyle approach her after her last cock, when her mind would start to think again normally…
-Oh my god! What I have done… It’s not me…
– Shut up! Mudblood shout Gregory Goyle. During the bukkake session, Goyle had realize Harry had the ring and when he’d ask Drago, this one wasn’t even remembering what ring…
Nor what it was… Nor what conditioning he had put in Granger.
He could not even remember the fact he had plan all this humiliation… Now everyone of the school had pictures of Hermione Granger sucking a horse cock but also had cum on her and Malfoy didn’t realize it was his doing.
Goyle didn’t care about the ring… All he wanted was Granger and now he could have her… He did not have the ring but he was the only one to know her long lasting order.
Hermione had shut up and now was crying silently while trying to remove the cum… what she could not do.
Mudblood! From now on your my little sex slave, my sex toy… You must obey my every order, my every whim, I want you to stay who you are… I want you to despise me but you can’t refuse me anything… You don’t want to be near me but when you are you can go away without asking permission… I fact every time your in the same place as me you can do nothing without asking permission to me first, Order Goyle with a dominating voice
Also, he continu, mudblood, you are deeply in love with Firenze Cock and balls… You don’t like weasley anymore… Your only love his Firenze…
Last thing mudblood… From now on, when you sleep, you can only dream of me fucking you… That your only dream from now… And you will always wake up with image of me fucking you ass…
Malfoy and Hermione listen to Goyle not understanding why he would say all those order.
Now, I need to take a shit… Said Goyle waiting after her reaction
Oh Please! shit in my mouth Gregory!
I need it! Was all Hermione was able to say and think.
Come with us girl…

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