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Todd’s Tinder: Emi

The first in a possible future collection stories revolving around a man named Todd with sexual talent, but still an amateur to the world of online dating.
ALSO NOTE
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Are meant to be text messages, but if that isn’t clear I’ll change it in the next chapter.
Enjoy!

Helping out(opportunity knocks)

A story I just wrote over the last two days(yay, first story I’ve written in a year now) anyways this is actually my first jsut straight up human on human and no gay or bi stuff. The sex isn’t till later in it so if yo uare not wantign to enjoy a build up to that then skip ahead. Anyways I tried to write thsi as best I could, I tend to not alwasy get my ideas out how I want, also did my best to make sure it wasn’t full of grmmar issues. That’s all I’ve got to say about it, anyways hope you all enjoy and of course rememebr you can’t read this unless you’re legally allowed(also, couldn’t think of a better title, sorry)

MY SISTER’S PUNCHING BAG PARTS 2 & 3 (REPOST)

THIS IS A LONG READ , SO DON’T COMPLAIN IF U WANNA GET OFF QUICK lol! Srry it took so long, but here it is. I decided to turn this short story into a longer type of story, so I put parts 2 and 3 together so it’s not too much dialogue. Constructive criticism only please and enjoy 🙂 (Plz read part 1 first)

Master! Master! THE SERIES

What do you call a human with cat ears and a tail? I need to know because I have one living in my house! Wherever I go, animals keep turning into naked women! What’s going on? How long can I keep this secret? How can things possibly any weirder?

Vampiress

Long time since I submitted. Trying something new, please excuse the grammer, and if question marks appear instead of quotations, don’t know how that happend and hope to fix it. Enjoy

Long Lost Friend

Brie and Jason hadn’t seen each other for almost 15 years, not since they were teenagers at school. She was nervous about contacting him again. What was she supposed to say? Let him into her deepest darkest secrets about why she really ran away? He had, afterall, once been her best friend. But now, things were so different. She had children and a failed marriage, and she had no idea what he was like now. She typed his name into the search box. Wow there were alot of Jason Masters on this website. As she scrolled through the pictures, she remembered their childhood spent together, camping in the back garden, paddling in the stream and picking blackberries. Suddenly, there it was. His picture. She couldnt forget his features, his dark eyes and scar on his cheek from falling out the tree that time. She clicked ‘add as friend’. All that she had to do know was wait. And boy, what a wait it was!
3 weeks later she checked her messages and found one from Jason. Just a general message. As she flicked through his photographs there was no significant woman, no children, just Jason. Gorgeous Jason. As she replied to his message she was getting butterflies in her stomach. For the next couple of weeks, their messages were flying back and forth, becoming increasingly flirty. Jason suggested they meet up, and catch up properly. As luck would have it, Brie’s job was taking her to her old town where Jason still lived for a few days. They arranged a date for dinner, and soon it was upon them.
Brie felt stupid. She was going to dinner with her oldest friend. It was dinner with a friend, not a potential boyfriend. Still, she was nervous and didnt know what to wear. She treated herself to some sexy underwear and a short, floaty summer dress that showed off her cleavage and legs.
She waited outside the restuarant, and as soon as she saw Jason her legs turned to jelly. He was gorgeous, he had definately turned into a fine man. And he didnt think she was half bad either. If only she had known how hard her pictures had got him, and how many times he had wanked thinking of her lips around his cock. Seeing her in the flesh again brought these feelings to light and he could feel himself getting aroused, and it didnt go unnoticed. Brie had seen the bulge in his trousers grow and it made her moist.
Dinner flew by, the conversation flowed, as well as the wine. They had forgotten their nerves and the fact that they hadn’t seen each other for almost half their lives. Halfway through their dinner, Brie had whispered to Jason that she had decided against wearing knickers that evening, this instantly made his penis spring to attention again. He told her how turned on she made him, and she slipped her foot from her shoe and gently stroked his cock with her foot.
By the end of dinner it too much for both of them. Brie invited Jason back to her hotel, but he didnt want to take advantage. She offered to get on her knees and beg. This was enough to convince him. The taxi ride back to the hotel was hell, both of them wishing the driver would hurry up and get them there so they could satisfy their hungry needs.
Back at the hotel, they pretty much ran to her room. As soon as they were inside, he pushed her up against they wall, kissing her roughly on the mouth. She fumbled with his belt and zip. He pulled her dress up around her waist and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He lowered her down onto his big hard cock, and fucked her hard against the wall. Damn her juicy wet pussy was tight, felt amazing around his shaft. He grabbed her tits and sucked on her nipples greedily. She was biting on his neck which was turning him on so much. Jason carried Brie over to the bed, layed her down and started pumping her wet cunt. Then they rolled over so she was riding him hard. Her breath was catching and she knew she was going to cum. He told her to wait for him, it wouldnt be long. Soon, they both shuddered to an amazing orgasm. Her juices flowed over his cock, and she could feel him shoot deep inside of her.
She climbed off, and started sucking his cock, licking up their mixed cum at the same time. She turned around so her wet mound was in his face. He started to lap at her pussy tasting their cum. His tounge felt amazing darting over her clit, he certainly knew how to drive her wild! He flipped her over and drove his hard cock into her pert arse. She yelped in pain as he took her by surprise, but soon she was getting into it. Jason pulled her hair as he was fucking Brie’s bum. She begged him to fill her up again. He reached around and grabbed at her breasts. He slipped out of her bum and straight into her pussy which was nice and tight again. The friction of his long hard shaft against her was almost too much to bear. Jason was close to cumming. He started moaning loudly, slowing down, breathing deep in her ear. As he filled her pussy once more, it was enough to push her over the edge and she let out a whimper as she felt herself cum. They colapsed on the bed, both completely knackered, their breathing heavy.
The next thing Jason knew, it was 6.30am; they had fallen asleep where they had colapsed after their amazing sex. He gave Brie a tender kiss goodbye, and told her he’d ring her. She was convinced he wouldnt, that the night before had just been a one off, but he promised her.
Later that day Brie returned to her town. She didnt know whether to play it cool and wait for Jasons call, but truth be told she was panicking. Why hadnt he rung her by now? She didnt need to worry about anything though. The following evening, there was a knock at her door. She opened it and there stood her Jason. He told her he couldnt get her out of his head. She felt the same, grabbed him, kissed him hard, and told him to take her to bed.

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Frozen Coke

“Smile.”
“I don’t see that happening. Besides, I’ve had 3 consecutive years of foul grimaces. I’m going for the school record.”
The photographer flashed him a tired smile and activated the flash and shutter just as his grimace took on epic proportions of evil.
“Just out of curiosity, mind you, what IS the school record?”
“23 years I think.”
The photographer laughed.
“You’ve got a ways to go. You sure you can be surly for that long?”
The teacher picked up his keys from where he dropped them under the stool.
“Surly isn’t the problem. Getting the sad, pathetic goatee just right so I look like my own evil twin is the hard part. I couldn’t grow plants on a Chia Pet let alone hair on my face.”
“Like Evil Spock or Garth Knight from Knight Rider, right?”
He laughed as he was walking down the stairs.
“EggZACTly. Try not to lose your sanity.”
She giggled again as she changed the film cartridge in preparation for the next group of students already entering the auditorium like a herd of wild, well, teenagers. She watched his butt wiggle once in his jeans and then got back to her camera. As he mounted the steps to exit the auditorium, he turned to look at her once more and then shook his head.
“Wow.”
He was sitting, feet up on the corner of his desk, reading when he saw her walk by his room. He tried to jump up which given his current position was just a recipe for a hernia, but he managed to get out of his chair without any major damage to his abdomen and dash to the doorway to get a glimpse of her shapely skirt-clad backside exiting the door to the school. He half-walked, half-jogged to the doorway and yelled after her.
“Hey!!! I’m smiling now.”
She turned to see him hanging out the door trying not to appear too eager. She laughed and shook her head.
“Naw. It’s no good now. The light’s all wrong. My equipment is all packed up. You’re about to fall flat on your face.”
He had time for a startled WHUH?? before the doorstop slipped loose, and he gracelessly tumbled to the rubber shoe mat. Laughing, he got up and brushed himself off as she walked over to him.
“Are you alright?”
He nodded gravely.
“A couple of years of intensive therapy, and I should at least walk again. I’m not so sure about what else I’ll be capable of.”
She caught the twinkle in his eye in spite of the dour expression on his face.
“I just happen to be a licensed tumble therapist.”
“No kidding. That must have taken you years to master.”
“10 years of blood, sweat, tears, and bloodstained tumbling mats.”
He grimaced and giggled.
“Ewwwww. All I get out of that are images of what COULD have happened to Kerri Strug on that vault.”
She looked at him and shook her head. He saw the look and give her his best doofy smile.
“I’m not gonna ask for a private sitting if that’s what you’re thinking. I’m not into Candid Cameras.”
She laughed and swatted him on the arm.
“Good, I don’t think I can hook a microscope up to my camera setup at home.”
He laughed loudly and got down on one knee.
“Marry me.”
“No.”
“Get engaged to me?”
“Didn’t I already answer that?”
“Shit…Go out on a date then?”
She jerked her hand out of his.
“That I can do. Pick me up here at eight.”
She filled his empty palm with a business card. He pocketed the card.
“My name’s Michael.”
“Mine’s on the card.”
He giggled as she turned around.
“Mistress Vexa. Dominatrix for all your submissive needs.”
She stopped dead in her tracks and did an admirable job of a fake blush.
“Dammit, I gave you the wrong card. I mean, that was a friend’s. I’m just uhhhhhhh holding it for her.”
He laughed again as she turned to jump into her truck. As she drove by him, he yelled.
“Wear something with kneepads. I want to show you my tumbling routine!”
Michael tried once and then again, and finally a third time before the stupid end of the tie sat where it was supposed to under the business end of his tie which was a pale blue covered with S-shield Superman symbols.
“Finally.”
He stood in front of the mirror and tugged the tail of the shirt up a little.
“Hope she likes the Man of Steel.”
He grabbed his keys and wallet and hopped in his car and was waiting outside her house/studio at 7:57 when she waved him in from the front door. He shut the car off and sort of half jogged up the front steps. He peered in through the screen and then opened the door when he heard her yell from somewhere in the house.
“Cmon in. I’ll be out in a minute. You can check out some of my shots in the showroom to the right.”
“’Kay. Don’t forget the kneepads.”
He heard her snicker as he walked into the showroom. The wall was covered in a tasteful display of seascapes and lighthouses with the occasional portrait thrown in. One small picture caught his eye. It was a stream of some kind of pop just falling into a glass. It was so out of genre compared to what else was there that it drew his attention like a magnet. He heard her walk in behind him and turned to see her pinning her left earring on. He indicated the photo with a nod of his head and a raised eyebrow.
She got his gesture and giggled.
“Oh, I was trying to make a living as an ‘artiste’.”
She made the invisible quote marks with her hands.
“I’ve since learned that taking pictures of things I like and things that actually make money is much more conducive to health and happiness.”
“So why-“
“Keep it? To remind me what’s important.”
He nodded and smiled at her.
“You look wowsers. Zowie even.”
She giggled again.
“Well at least your compliments are unusual as well as cryptic. That means I look ok?”
He laughed.
“Yes. Beautiful, gorgeous, stunning…pick one.”
“(d) All of the above.”
Michael laughed again.
“I figured you might appreciate a little teacher humor.”
“Very little teacher humor.”
She stuck her tongue out at him.
“So where we going?”
He shrugged.
“If there’s someplace you’re fond of, we go there. If not, I know just the place.”
“Lead on, MacDuff.”
Michael squinted at her.
“I teach math. Kindly confine your humor to mathematics related topics.”
She giggled.
“There isn’t anything funny about math.”
He nodded in agreement.
“Very well. Carry on. So, any place you have your heart set on?”
She shook her head as he opened the car door for her. He snaked his hand down past her and threw his baseball mitt in the back seat.
“Sorry. Forgot to move it after the game last night.”
She slipped past him and the delicate scent of her hair wafted by his nose.
“Hey hey. Pantene!!!”
She laughed as he closed the door and jogged around to his side.
She did a model hair flip as he buckled himself in.
“Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful.”
“Hate you…because you’re beautiful? Hmmmmmm. Let me think. Beautiful AND funny, or just funny. Hmmmmmmmmmm. Hmmmmmmmmm. Ok I won’t hate you.”
“Where we goin’?”
“You’ll see.’
“This isn’t one of those kidnap the sexy photographer movies is it?”
He shook his head gravely.
“Oh no. I think that plot is a little played out and cliched, don’t you?”
She giggled and made a mock brush with her hand across her forehead as if to wipe away nervous sweat.
“Whew. I was getting worried.”
“Oh wait. Is that the one where the dashingly handsome and devastatingly witty teacher kidnaps a beeyoutiful photographer and takes her to dinner?”
Donna shook her head seriously.
“No. It’s not that one.”
Michael giggled.
“Damn. He nails her in that one.”
Donna mock sneered and him and gave him a wicked ‘hmph’. Michael giggled again, and Donna joined him. Much witty banter, light sexual innuendo, and a shared order of Carlos Murphy’s Nachos and Monster Cookie later, they were fast becoming more than friends. As Michael put his car in Park in her driveway, he turned to her.
“Call me impulsive—
“I’d rather call you late at night when I’m really lonely.”
“Whoa. Ummmm. Damn, you derailed that train of thought.”
Donna giggled wickedly.
“I can be so naughty.”
Michael snickered and adjusted himself.
“Let me deal with a blood flow issue in my pants and finish my question.”
Donna stared pointedly as Michael wiggled trying to relieve sudden pressure.
“Anyhoo, assuming the weather is spiffy tomorrow, would you like to spend the day at the beach on Lake Michigan? I know this great little beach that I’m sure you’ll love.”
“Are we clairvoyant now?”
“I dunno about you, but I am. It’s got a beautiful lighthouse, a wicked set of cliffs with crashing waves, and a cute little sorta secluded beach.”
“You said the magic word.”
“Secluded? Sure you can go topless. I won’t mind.”
“No, you dip. Lighthouse. Pick me up at 8 tomorrow morning.”
“Woo hoo.”
“You’re not one to hide your feelings.”
Michael snickered.
“Well duh. How many dates have you had that pointed out a trapped erection and asked you to wait while he adjusted it?”
Donna pondered that.
“True. You’re the first.”
Michael flexed a bicep.
“Who’s your daddy?”
Donna shook her head and leaned over to give a quick kiss on the lips followed by a nip on his lower lip.
“I had fun tonite, teacher-boy. 8 am sharp.”
“I had fun too. Wear something see-thru.”
Donna giggled and slipped out of the car with an extra tushy wiggle thrown in for good measure. Michael blew her a kiss and backed out of the driveway.
At 7:58 am, he pulled into her driveway. She was sitting on her front step wearing a tight Powerpuff Girls t-shirt and white cotton shorts. Her hair was pulled up in a co-ed like ponytail, and she wore reflective silver sunglasses under a wide-brimmed hat. She stood up pulling a canvas shoulder bag with her. Michael watched her bounce to the car and whistled under his breath.
“Morning. Did I mention I REALLY like the Powerpuff Girls?”
Donna smiled and slid into the seat next to him.
“You’re awfully horny for 8 am.”
Michael shrugged.
“Any guy seeing what I’m seeing would be in exactly the same predicament.”
“Another blood flow problem?”
“Yup. Bubbles, Blossom, and Buttercup NEVER looked so good.”
“Drive, pervert.”
“Ok.”
“By the way, you look pretty hot too. I like the sleeveless look.”
Michael blushed.
“Awwww how cute. You blushed.”
Michael blushed more.
“Hey this is neat. What happens if I keep complimenting you?”
“Oh, I turn red and blow up like a cherry and then explode.”
“Cool, but I’ll save the exploding part for later tonite.”
Michael looked at her and caught the naughty glint in her eye.
“That’s a great plan.”
Donna laughed and began fiddling with the radio.
“Can I pick a station?”
“Donna, you wear that shirt, and you can do anything you want.”
“Yaaaay.”
She settled on a retro 80’s station, and they spent the drive dredging up memories from the decade of long hair bands and parachute pants. An hour or so later, he pulled off the main road onto a gravel side road that curled back up the hill they had been skirting. Scant moments later, the car came to a stop in a dirt parking lot populated by a beaten pick-up and an equally loved SUV. Michael slipped out of his seat as Donna watched his butt wiggle again. He popped the trunk and pulled out a duffel bag and cooler.
Donna looked around but saw no path.
“Where to?”
Michael swung the cooler between his car and the SUV indicating that direction.
“It’s why it’s so secluded. No obvious path. Everyone knows the lake is nearby, but the tourists can’t find the path.”
Donna shrugged and ducked under a branch of the maple tree he had indicated. They walked through light undergrowth for about half a mile when the sounds of waves crashing against rocks heralded their impending arrival. Donna stepped through a thicket of tall grass and found herself sinking into a sandy hill with blue skies beyond and an imposing rock cliff with the aforementioned lighthouse on her left.
“Thru the dale and over the hill to Michael’s beach we go.”
“You have that backwards.”
“What are you, the Nursery Rhyme Police. Now march. We’ve got a lot of beaching to do.”
Donna giggled and sprinted up over the dune and down onto the beach proper. There was a family of 5 at one end, and an older couple was walking hand in hand down the waterline. Donna headed off towards the deserted end of the beach closest to the cliffs and the lighthouse. Michael trudged along behind her increasingly burdened by the cooler and bag. She finally selected a spot halfway between the water and the dune. She dug into her bag pulled out a towel and a folded umbrella and set up shop as he plunked down tiredly next to her.
“This damn cooler weighs a ton.”
“I’ll carry it back to the car.”
“Sure. After all the ice has melted.”
Donna smiled.
“Who said women were dumb? So what’s on the agenda?”
Michael pulled out a Denver Bronco towel and set it down next to hers.
“Breakfast, beach stuff, lunch, beach stuff, dinner, beach stuff.”
“Wow, quite an itinerary.”
Michael shrugged.
“When I plan, I really plan.”
They dipped into the cooler of plenty and had a light breakfast of fruit and juice.
“Save some strawberries for later.”
Donna smiled and nodded.
“I like how you think.”
They finished their morning meal and shucked their overclothes. They tried not to strain eyeballs oggling each other as they stripped. The Powerpuff Girls and shorts disappeared in favor of a red bikini top and matching bottom.
“Guh. Red is your color. No doubt about it.”
Michael slipped off his shirt to reveal his bare chest and another pesky blood flow problem. Donna noticed immediately.
“Someone else agrees.”
Michael blushed again but also noticed a pair of protrusions on Donna’s bikini top.
“Looks like I’m not the only one with tightness issues.”
Donna blushed to match her bikini.
“I’m just cold.”
“In 85 degree weather?”
“Yeah. I’m from the Sahara. This is cold for me.”
She stuck out her tongue and then flounced off across the beach to the water. Michael sighed as he watched her shapely bottom and then followed her. They cavorted in and out of the water, grabbing and playing and groping themselves nearly into a stupor of overheated foreplay. Michael’s penis ached inside his swimsuit maintaining a near constant state of erection the entire day. The few times when they were thrashing in the water, and he hugged her from behind had nearly made him dizzy as he pressed his hips into hers. For her part, Donna’s breasts tingled dully all day long from the constant arousal of her taut buds, and her bottoms were wet in the water or out. At lunchtime, they lay on their blankets and had salads from the neverending cooler. They were fighting the urge to run into the bushes and satisfy a craving or two.
Eye contact was becoming hazardous. They would look up at each other, break into an uncomfortable silence punctuated by mental flashes of their bodies entwined in passion, and then look away and not so surreptitiously adjust themselves. They joined in a beach volleyball game and more than once collided together to end up sprawled one atop the other in the sand. Furtive gropes of a soft curve there and a hard bulge here stoked an already dangerously out of control fire.
Dinner was an exercise in torture. Even the simple act of eating bread and cheese with a light wine turned into prolonged foreplay. Lips parted ever so slightly to drink wine sent shivers down the other’s spine. The soft texture of the cheese on the tongue made the other wiggle and shift uncomfortably on the towel. It had literally been an hour since either had spoken. They were both afraid of spoiling the moment when Michael broke the ice as the sun began to set.
“Do you want to go up on the cliffs and look at the lighthouse?”
Donna nodded sipping her wine with wide eyes gleaming in the fading light.
“Bring the wine.”
“And the towels.”
“Yeah.”
They walked up the winding path to the top of the cliff and laid the towels down so the lighthouse was just to the left of their lookout over the lake. Far off in the distance, flashes of lightning illuminated the sky. They lay quietly drinking the wine and enjoying the view when Donna rolled over on her stomach. Her breasts swelled outward under pressure from the ground, and her firm tush gleamed in the last of the sunlight.
“I’m not sure I can stand this anymore.”
Michael rolled over next to her and rubbed his hand across her back.
“Yeah. I think I’m going to blow a hole in my swimsuit.”
“You silver-tongued devil you.”
Michael laughed.
“Admit it. I bet your nipples are so hard you could use them as a paper punch.”
Donna laughed and swatted him across the head.
“Geez, you sure know how to romance a girl.”
Michael giggled and rolled her on her back.
“Like this?”
He slid over her, pressed his hips into hers, and kissed her deeply on the lips. The scent of the wine lingered sweetly as his tongued pressed into her mouth hungrily. She spread her legs to let his slip between them and felt the crushing heat of him. His throbbing penis sent a warm tingle up her spine to the base of her neck. She wrapped him in her arms and pulled him down closer to her. Very slowly Michael began to raise and lower his hips pressing the fabric of his suit against her bikini. He kissed her neck as she did the same each kissing softly at first and then harder, sometimes biting, sometimes sucking sending jangled electrical impulses up and down their bodies. His hands slipped up onto her chest and under the bikini top to press over her fiercely aching nipples.
Like completing a circuit, his palms sent fiery gouts of pleasure across her breasts and down to the center of her. She moaned and arched her back to keep the pressure on. He pinched them softly in counterpoint with the deliberate rhythm of his hips grinding into hers. She gasped at each pinch, and the rasping of her voice in his ears made him tingle from head to toe as if every nerve ending were firing at once.
She gasped as he slid down and took one of her buds between his lips. The hot touch of his breath and the delicate brush of his lips was making her faint. After so much mental stimulation, it was almost too much for either of them to take. Michael’s penis was literally pulsing with pent up energy. Each aching throb could only quenched by pressing into the smooth fabric of her bikini bottom and the luscious jewel
concealed beneath. The hair on the back of his neck was standing on end, his heart pounded in his ears.
“Oh god. I can’t take this anymore.”
“YOU can’t take this anymore. I think I’m going to melt.”
He tore off her top and clumsily united her bottom as she tugged and ripped at his swimsuit. She grabbed his engorged cock in her hand and squeezed. Precome ran freely from the purplish head as he moaned and lay his head back. He moved to slide over her, but she scooted out of the way, pushed him over on his back, and then slipped her tight body over top of his. Donna’s nipples brushed against his chest making them both dizzy with passion as her silken flower pressed down on his penis. She knelt over him and began to slide up and down.
He moaned softly and gutturally as she enveloped him. The sensation was as close to heaven as he could imagine. Still on her hands and knees, she pressed back and down with her hips, burying him deep inside her, and she held him there breathing holding her breath and arching her back. The pressure on his penis made him weak, and he felt his heart flutter. She was tingling from head to toe as he touched her deep inside. Her arms began to shake, and she let her breath out in a whoosh as she collapsed down on him sliding ever so slightly back and forth on his stomach.
They kissed again. This time more like animals, and his hand found her firm buttocks and squeezed them with each soft caress of her vagina. She arched her back a little and began to move more deliberately. All the way up so that his head barely touched her swollen lips and all the way down where he could press against that heavenly place so far inside her. His whole world was focused on his hips and the throbbing head at the middle of them. Each motion of her achingly beautiful body raised goosebumps on his body, and a powerful pressure was building up in his loins. Dazzling fireworks were going off inside her head as she pressed down on him. These luscious explosions seemed to lift her with them into the sky higher each time. The flash and the bang increased in tempo in her head, and a warmth born of a day long arousal swept across her body.
She pushed herself up into the sitting position impaling herself on him. The fireworks burst inside her head one after another…faster and faster…higher…louder…louder…louder…until they were deafening…short-circuiting her nervous system…sending waves of fire to her neck and back to the center of her. She came as the heavens above them opened up. Large droplets of warm rain doused them, sluicing off her breasts and down her flat stomach, across his heaving pecs. She squeezed him and released him again and again, driving him to the edge of despair and back. The pressure in his loins was unbearable. His tush ached. His legs tingled. He gritted his teeth to hold onto this passionate torture as long as he could. Finally, the fireworks released her, and she gasped for air, still sitting upright on his throbbing cock. She looked down at him, his face screwed up in a look of pleasured pain and began to grind down on him.
Her hips forced themselves down onto him. He grunted and gasped, clawed and squeezed in the torrential downpour. His cheeks burned, and his shoulders tingled hotly. His back arched in time with her powerful grinding. His hands went numb, and the tips of his ears were aflame. She ground her hips into him. Down and up. Down and up. He leaned his head back and screamed her name over and over, and finally as lightning illuminated her gorgeous body and thunder shook the heavens, he exploded inside her. With the breaking of the dam, his penis leapt inside her spilling over and over until he lay quivering in the summer shower with her collapsed on top of him.
They lay in the warm rain for almost an hour. Her on top of him. Whispering to each other in the gathering storm. Finally they ran for the car, exhausted, sated, and hopelessly drained. They collapsed into the seats, still naked and shivering from their lovemaking. Michael dragged two worn blankets from his back seat, and they huddled under them as the heater worked to warm them. A bottled water or two later (the last of the seemingly endless provisions stored in the cooler), Donna turned to look at Michael as the lightning crashed out to sea.
“You know. I’ve never made love at the top of a lighthouse before.”
Michael smiled in the darkness and opened the car door.

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Broken Birds Part 29

Part 29
Green Island – Lynne
Lynne and Ian dove the Great Barrier Reef. The clear water, bright sunlight and incredible fish life made them feel clean despite the salt. Both had dive skills, but they came to see it now as a shared passion.
They snorkeled and swam. Lynne began to believe in tomorrows with a man of her own.
On the fourth morning, Lynne woke to the aroma of a different man. She was in a double chaise lounge, Ian’s arms around her. She was clutching his morning erection through his pants. In the night, someone had covered them with a blanket.
“I didn’t dare move. You’re so incredibly beautiful,” Ian said softly. Lynne blushed, but gave the hard shaft a squeeze.
“Is that an invitation?” he said lightly, but meaning every word.
“No, a promise for tonight. I want to be fresh and ready for anything you might want.”
He saw she was serious and he smiled.
As she started to rise, Ian held her back, gently caressing her shoulders. His message was clear. He wanted tonight to be perfect too.
Inside she felt warm and treasured. She mentally explored the possibilities, imagining his hard body on hers. Time wouldn’t matter and she would not have to share him.
“Meet in an hour for some snorkeling?” Ian asked, pointing to the beach where masks, fins and snorkels were displayed.
“How about some food first? I starved.”
“Food it is! Meet at the restaurant in 1,” he said chuckling.
They had breakfast together. They sat in the restaurant for hours, talking about dreams and hopes. Ian delicately brought up the subject of her rapes, fearful that it might be an issue if they had sex.
Lynne had to be honest. This man seemed already a part of her. Ian held her hands in his.
“It was my father and brother. They tied me up and raped me several times over the period of a couple of weeks. When my Mom found out, she sent me to a boarding school to protect me,” she said simply, reliving the horror in her mind.
He watched her carefully, seeing the pain and the terror.
“Are you OK now? I mean have you dealt with it?” Ian felt inadequate, an unusual feeling for him.
She smiled sadly, “I think so. I’ve got a wonderful family, a great therapist and a marvelous lover. But I won’t really know until tonight,” she brightened, “until I feel you inside me.”
Ian felt his cock rage. He chuckled. And started to drink his tea.
“You’re laughing at me?” she said in mock indignation.
Ian chocked, spitting out a mouthful of tea.
“No, no,” he chocked out, “I have a raging hard on thinking about tonight. I had to get my mind off sex.”
She seemed mollified. “Tell me what you want to do tonight,” she said seriously. Lynne wanted the words to paint a picture for her.
“How about we go to your room and I’ll describe everything as I do it with you? If I tell you sitting here, I’m afraid I’ll cum in my shorts.”
A feral light shone through her eyes. “Come to my room in an hour. The hell with waiting!”
She left first. Ian had to wait for his erection to subside. His shorts still had a wet spot when he went to his room to shower and prepare.
Lynne knew Ian the lawyer was likely to be on time, so she hurried.
She showered, gave herself two enemas, douched and shaved. She was dressed in an oversized T-shirt, brushing out her long, wavy brown hair when she heard his knock. Instead of putting on the negligee she had intended, she answered in the t-shirt. She’d be naked soon anyway and she felt good about being dressed only in her birthday suit.
Ian stood there with a bottle of champagne, two glasses, a single red rose and a stunned smile. Lynne was gorgeous!
She pulled him inside, throwing her arms around his neck, kissing him with a passion even she did not know she possessed.
Ian put the bottle, glasses and rose on the dresser while returning her kiss. He took her into his arms with practiced precision. Somehow, though, this felt different.
When they broke, wonder and lust danced through her dark eyes.
Still holding her, Ian looked into those marvelous brown eyes. “First, I want to see you naked,” Ian said, remembering his promise, “I want to imprint the image of your body on my heart.”
Lynne gasped, wondering how he knew she needed the words. She stepped back and threw off the t-shirt. She cupped her B cup breasts with their hard nipples, kneading them and lifting them toward her full lips.
When he reached for her, she held him off.
“I want to feel your hands squeeze and caress my breasts while you suck and lick my nipples.”
Her hand dropped to her groin. She sensuously ran a finger along the visibly wet cleft between her outer labia. “I want to feel you inside me, stretching me, making me cum and filling me with your cum.”
Her hand went to her ass. “I want to feel you in my ass, stretching me, claiming me for your own. I want to feel your shaft with my mouth and these lips,” she said running a finger across her lips.”
“Now, I want to see your cock, to taste it, to caress it with my tongue.”
Ian stripped quickly, his cock raging.
She knelt before him, took his shaft in her small hand and looked into his eyes.
“Lick it Love,” he said softly, “taste the cock you will taste thousands of times in our future.”
She licked the shaft from his balls to the little triangle of nerves on the underside of the head, her eyes never leaving his.
“Now take it between your lips into your beautiful mouth.” Her mouth engulfed the head of his formidable manhood. Her tongue twirled around the head in a practiced dance of lust.
“That’s it, my cock sucking woman. Make love to my cock.” Ian moaned at the pleasure, both physical and emotional, watching his cock slowly disappear into her mouth and eyes.
“One day you will give me your throat, letting my cock shoot my cum into your stomach.” Ian had never been deep throated.
Lynne craned her neck, took a deep breath and opened her throat as Shoshana had taught her years ago. Lynne slowly took his entire shaft into her throat, caressing it with her esophageal muscles.
“Oh my God, that’s incredible, Love,” Ian was in heaven.
She pulled back to breathe. He pulled here up and into a long, deep kiss.
“You mean in my throat like that?” she said giggling.
She strode to the stereo and hit play. She led him to her bed. He picked her up and laid her gently on the sheets, inhaling her fresh scent. He lay beside her.
“I’ve never had a woman take me in her throat before,” he said in wonder.
“Any other fantasies you want to try,” Lynne’s confidence soared, “I want this to be so special today.”
He kissed her in a way she had never been kissed before. He started gently grazing her lips. She wanted more. Her lips parted, her tongue began to explore his mouth while he caressed it with his tongue. Then it was his turn to explore her teeth and palette. His hand found her very wet pussy, teasing open the slit between her inner lips. He began to caress her clit with a gossamer touch.
She ripped her mouth from his moaning loudly.
He dropped his head to her breast, sucking on one nipple, then the other. Lynne gasped and had trouble keeping her breathing rhythm. He captured her clit between thumb and forefinger.
“There,” she cried out, her body beginning to tremble.
He bit down gently on her nipple.
“Yes!” she screamed, feeling her muscle neurons begin to misfire, “YES!”
He simultaneously slid a curled finger in her pussy, rubbed her clit with his thumb and bit down on her nipple.
“IANNNNNNNNNNNN!” she screamed as her climax exploded in her brain and through her body.
He kept caressing her, biting her nipples and impaling her. She kept cumming, crying out his name.
Finally, exhausted, she pushed his hands from her pussy, lying back in his arms, sweating and trembling.
After regaining her senses, she levered onto her side and looked into Ian’s eyes. She saw a look she’d only ever seen between Michael and Beth.
She slid down Ian’s body, slobbering over the cock head. She took it in her throat while watching his eyes. The pleasure was too much. On the fourth stroke, he started to shake. She realized he was calling her name!
His cock began to spasm shooting copious amounts of his seed directly into her stomach. She pulled back to get some of his semen in her mouth.
When he finished, she sat on her feet, leaned over, her breasts dangling provocatively. She opened her mouth showing him his milky cum on her tongue. She closed her mouth and swallowed, opening after to show him her clean mouth.
Despite having just had a massive ejaculation, Ian’s cock remained hard. He knew it was probably the little blue pill he’d taken, but it was also this incredible sensual woman.
“I’m too sensitive to take care of this monster right now, but let’s try something,” she said maneuvering to straddle his cock, facing his feet.
She slowly impaled herself. Fortunately, though Ian’s cock was formidable, it was not as large as Michael’s. There was none of the initial pain Michael’s monster always caused her. She swung her legs atop Ian’s and lay back, trusting him to catch her. He did.
Now back to chest, she swung her hair to one side, his lips close to her ear.
“Now tell me your fantasies,” she said sternly, “Every one of them.”
His hands caressed her breasts and nipples as he spoke
“I want to cum inside you without a condom, feeling our juices mix. I want to stretch your ass and cum in your mouth. That’s a big one with me. I’ve seen it on the Internet, but I never met a woman who’d do ass to mouth.”
“You have now,” she said in a deep, sultry voice. She felt him harden in her tunnel.
“I’d like to see you go down on another woman, making her cum.”
“Can we save that one for tomorrow night? I want only you tonight.” She giggled.
“What about you? What are your fantasies?”
“I’ll tell you later, you haven’t finished. All of them.”
He told her all of them, the threesomes, swinging, sex beneath the skies, double penetration, but it was his final fantasy that imprinted on Lynne’s heart.
“I want to watch our children enter this world.”
They lay joined for a long time. Neither wanted the moment to stop.
She felt his cock start to deflate, “So, who do you want me to lick?”
His cock sprang to life, imagining the scene.
“What about Jessica?” she was the resort entertainment director. Jennifer had medically cleared all the staff as well as the guests just in case.
“I’ll ask her tonight,” Lynne said as she wiggled her ass. She slid off him and took his shaft back in her mouth and throat, “We taste amazing together,” she said in her sensual voice.
He was very hard again.
She went to the bed stand and retrieved some strawberry tasting lubricant. She squeezed some into her palm and handed the lube to Ian as she wiggled her ass by his hand.
She applied the lube to his shaft, he to her puckered starfish. He poked a lubed finger into her ass with gentle care, then two, stretching her nether hole.
Finally, he knelt behind her and slowly moved forward. She tensed at first contact, but immediately relaxed. She gasped when the head pushed through her sphincter. Ian moved slowly, letting her channel stretch and relax.
“Your ass is so hot and tight, Love, it’s incredible!”
“Take my ass, make it yours, ram that enormous cock into my little hole.” Lynne was turning herself on, “I need to feel your balls slapping my pussy, NOW.”
Finally he was all the way in. He tried to be gentle, but Lynne was having none of it. She pulled forward and rammed herself back on his cock. Ian responded, grabbed her hips and began to slam into her.
“Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Stretch my ass! Make it yours!”
After a dozen strokes, he exclaimed, “I’m about to come!”
Instantly Lynne pulled away, reversed herself and took his shaft in her mouth, sucking it ferociously, letting it slide back into her throat. Seeing her throat expand with his cock sent Ian over the edge and into an epic orgasm. String after string of cum shot down her throat. Once again, she pulled back a little letting the last of his semen rest on her tongue to be displayed and swallowed.
They rested, sipping champagne, talking about dreams and hopes.
She told him about her family without names or origins. With his connections, he could probably find out, but she told him that it could do enormous harm to some of them and would mean she would never see them again. Though curious, Ian saw the real terror in her eyes, drowning his curiosity.
He told her about his life. He’d traveled extensively and had spent a year at Oxford, though he was by no means a scholar. He’d toured the States, Canada, Mexico, Thailand, Russia, Europe and South Africa, never finding the peace of his native Australia. Lynne world began to grow in his arms, to see the places she desperately wanted to visit through his words.
After a while, they lay in each other’s arms and dozed. Her eyes snapped open. She noticed him looking at her with a strange expression.
“What’s up?”
“I realized I never said it,” he said softly, “I love you Lynne.”
Lynne happily walked through the doorway in her heart from Michael to Ian. Michael would understand.
She slowly took off her commitment ring and placed it on the dresser, “I love you Ian. I love you in a way I have never loved a man before. Please believe that. I can’t explain it, but I love you so much.”
“Now come in my pussy without a condom.”
That evening, Lynne saw the pained expression on Alice’s face and the fury in Beth’s eyes. Neither could penetrate the armor of her love. She wasn’t indifferent, but Ian was now her man and she wanted to be his entire world.
The initial wave of frantic play over the first two days had smoothed into a comfortable atmosphere, making Jessica’s job easy. She planned two parties each night, one at the day visitor pool where she had dancing music, beer and wine. At the private pool she had more mellow music and a full bar. Tonight, she was a bit tired, so she went to the private bar.
She saw Ian and Lynne, now clearly a “couple”. They waived her over to their table. A thrill went through Jessica. While technically not a lesbian, she was close. And Lynne was hot. Had she known the plan, Jessica would have been astonished. Ian was a hunk. Several of the girls had cursed when he attached himself to Lynne.
“Hi!” Jessica said with more energy than she really had, “You guys look happy!”
They looked in each other’s eyes. She giggled. He chuckled. Jessica thought they had that freshly fucked aura about them.
“We made love all day,” Lynne said, getting the elephant in the room out in the open. Jessica’s smiled brilliantly. Lynne continued, “Wanna join us tomorrow night?”
Shock registered in her eyes. She couldn’t have heard that right, “and do what?” in a whisper.
“Let me lick your pussy and have you lick mine. We can go from there,” Lynne said in a soft woman’s voice.
Ian marveled at Lynne’s honest, direct approach to the world. Only later would he discover that it had been copied from Michael’s personal ethics and habits.
“If you’re serious, I’d love to,” Jessica said in a warm voice.
“Oh, take a couple of enemas too. My tongue likes to travel around the world.”
Having secured Ian’s fantasy for tomorrow, Lynne took him to the beach to fulfill one of hers. They began to make gentle love on the beach. In her mind it had been wonderful. Unfortunately, the reality of sand and mosquitoes and gnats ruined it. They finished in her room.
Lynne’s acceptance of Ian’s desires opened a doorway for him to a universe of sensuality. He took Lynne through it with him.
Ian moved his things to Lynne’s room for the remainder of the vacation. After a fabulous day of snorkeling and lounging, they went to shower off the salt before preparing for Jessica.
They’d seen her throughout the day, of course, and the sexual tension hummed between them. Having finished snorkeling, Lynne went to shower in the day visitor pool locker room. Jessica saw her go in and followed.
Lynne smiled broadly when she entered. Jessica strode directly to her, slid an arm around her waist and pulled Lynne to her. Jessica’s eyes were aflame with desire. Lips met willing lips. A soft kiss morphed into an inferno of need. Jessica had seen a great deal of sex this past five days and she was beyond horny. Lynne felt her need and dropped her hand to Jessica’s pussy. Lynne giggled into Jessica’s mouth. Jessica was dripping!
Jessica’s lips were on fire with need. It filled her. Coupled with anticipation for the night, she was a wreck.
Lynne pulled her to the dressing room and locked the door. Lynne pulled Jessica’s one-piece suit off her shoulders, pulled it down and off. She pushed Jessica to the seat, spread her legs and knelt on the soft, padded floor.
Lynne attacked Jessica’s pussy like a ravenous animal, licking, sucking and gently biting. Jessica moaned, gasped and squealed her delight. Lynne’s hands kneaded Jessica’s C cup breasts with their rock hard nipples. Jessica pulled Lynne to her clit. Lynne sucked it into her mouth and bit down gently while her tongue whipped the engorged button mercilessly.
Jessica screamed in orgasm, but Lynne continued until several screams later, Jessica pushed her away. Lynne’s knees started to hurt, so she stood and caressed Jessica’s shoulders.
“You taste great!”
Jessica looked up with wonder in her eyes. They smiled at each other and left the room to the showers to get the salt off them, talking about the night to come.
Lynne inserted a finger in Jessica’s pussy before they exited. Jessica still leaked excitement.
Ian waited patiently at the pool, rising as they approached.
“Open wide,” Lynne said inserting her finger in his mouth, “This is what Jessica tastes like.” Jessica giggled, the flame of passion burst bright again.
Jessica joined them for dinner, the spotlight clearly on Lynne. Both Ian and Jessica wanted her and were obviously trying to seduce her. They both succeeded beyond their wildest dreams.
Jessica and Lynne left to get ready. Ian would give Lynne an hour before returning to their room. Lynne hated to be rushed. Ian wondered if he would fulfill two of his fantasies tonight.
Beth and Kat came to his table. He started to rise, but Kat gently pushed him back into his seat. “Can we join you?” Kat asked with a slight southern US accent.
“Sure,” Ian said apprehensively. He knew they were upset at his relationship with Lynne.
“I want to apologize,” Beth said, “I was angry with Lynne, thinking of my Dad and how he’ll miss her. Don’t misunderstand me, he will, but when he sees her so alive and full of love, he’ll be OK.” She extended her hand. He took it. Kat jumped into his lap and kissed his cheek. “Just be good to her. She’s a keeper.”
When he got to their room, Lynne had a towel around her body and another around her hair. She’d just finished shaving for the night’s activities.
“Had an interesting hour, Love,” she looked at him quizzically, “Beth and Kat talked with me for awhile. Then Alice came over. They apologized for being upset and told me they had never seen you so happy so Michael won’t have a problem. They asked me to tell you.”
She flew into his arms. If Beth apologized, it would all be set right. The guilt that had hidden in her heart evaporated.
He took his shower, shaved and put on linen pants with a drawstring. He was Commando beneath.
When he came out, he was surprised to see condoms on the bed stand. Two fantasies might be explored tonight.
Lynne simply sparkled with joy. She already felt Ian was her husband, her one and only. That didn’t mean they could not share their bodies, but they would never share their hearts.
She wore a thin dressing gown with a sash tied loosely. She was one tug from being naked. Her makeup screamed sex. Her long flowing hair was pulled into a single thick ponytail as she anticipated a good deal of oral play and didn’t want her hair in the way.
They barely heard the gentle knock. Brown eyes met gray in thrilled anticipation. Lynne hit play and music filled the room.
Jessica looked fabulous. During the day, she wore little makeup since she was frequently in the water. Now she looked a flawless, green-eyed beauty. She wore a beach cover-up, thong and beach sandals. She wore her thick, blonde hair pulled into a ponytail.
Ian handed her a flute of champagne. Lynne joined them, “To a night of wonder.” They drank.
Lynne took Ian’s hand and led him to a chair. “You get to watch until we ask you to join,” Lynne said releasing her inner slut.
When she turned around Jessica wore only her birthday suit. Lynne tugged her sash and joined her. Each held the other with one arm while the other hand explored the mysteries of the other woman.
Jessica had almost been a world-class runner until a knee injury had ended her career. She had an athlete’s confidence. She kept in shape in the gym, pools and ocean at the resort. Her ass was well muscled, beautifully shaped and rounded without any cellulite. Her c cup tits were full and topped with pink aureoles and long, now hard nipples.
The kiss ended with Jessica leading Lynne to the bed, positioning her so Ian could see. Jessica took her time, kissing every erogenous zone only women can find. By the time Jessica reached her breasts, Lynne was in a universe of pleasure, her nipples steely while her pussy streamed fluid.
Jessica sucked her right nipple hard. Lynne stiffened and gasped. Jessica moved her right arm until her hand was just above Lynne’s sex. She extended her index finger with its long nail. She found the opening with the tip of her finger. Lynne moaned and began to tremble.
Jessica bit down on the nipple while dragging her fingernail gently up Lynne’s slit to her clit, flicking it just once.
Lynne screamed as her orgasm exploded through her.
Jessica levitated to between Lynne’s legs and began to suck her clit. She captured it in her teeth and tortured it with her tongue. The incredible sensations fueled multiple orgasms. Lynne thrashed, but kept pulling Jessica to her pussy.
Her leg cramped, pain fueling her final orgasm. “IIIIIIIIIANNNNNNNNNNNN!” and she collapsed.
Jessica helped her knead the cramp, stretching her leg out, toes up. It released.
Covered with Lynne’s juice, Jessica came to Ian and drew him into a very wet kiss. He surprised her, drawing her into a warm embrace as he licked Lynne’s fluid from her face and chest. His hands stayed around her waist and on her hip, but they hummed with sensuality. She looked into his eyes and surrendered her lips to his.
The small part of her that still liked men seemed to grow inside her.
“Hey bitch, don’t try to steal my man!” Lynne said it as a joke, but her eyes were deadly serious. She joined them in a three-way kiss. She tasted her own juice. She dropped her hand to find Ian’s cock. It was hard as steel.
“Jess, do you mind if he fucks me while I eat you?” she looked at Jessica whose eyes showed wonder. Lynne knew that look. “Or would you rather he joined both of us?”
Jessica’s eyes lit up. “Both.” A little part of Lynne cried out, ‘not again.’
Ian was no fool. He saw Lynne’s wounded eyes, but could not think of a way to change the course of the evening.
“Don’t I get my show first?” Ian asked, trying to give him time to think, “I want to watch the love of my life eat you. Then we’ll see where it goes.”
Lynne heard the love and reassurance. He’d offered to forego his fantasy for her feelings. She finally understood how Beth could share her father. ‘I’m being a little bitch,’ she thought.
She led Jessica to the bed. She reached out to Ian and had him sit close. She wanted to put on a good show for him to apologize. As he approached, she grabbed the pull string on his pants. Now they all wore the same clothing.
He sat next to Jessica while Lynne laid on her other side.
“If you want to play with Ian while I’m between your legs, go ahead,” Lynne said, smiling, “you’re going to taste him later, anyway.”
Ian understood. Lynne had defeated her inner demons.
He watched Lynne begin to kiss Jessica, a soft kiss of invitation. It grew into a fiery lip lock. Ian was forgotten. Incandescent need coursed through Jessica. Lynne matched her intensity. Finally they broke the kiss. Lynne pushed Jessica down.
“Get ready bitch, you’re mine tonight,” Lynne growled. She began to explore the exquisite woman. Ian watched his woman in awe of her raw sensuality. By the time Lynne reached Jessica’s pussy, the room reeked of sex. Jessica streamed lubricant and was gripping the sheets, her eyes closed in concentration.
Ian watched as his gentle Lynne attacked Jessica’s pussy with abandon. Jessica screamed as Lynne found her most sensitive nub. Two fingers opened her pussy lips. Ian saw Lynne’s tongue dart inside, her tongue collecting Jessica’s secret nectar. Lynne sucked the woman’s clit.
Jessica shrieked her climax.
Lynne bit down gently, whipping her tongue across her clit.
She came again with another earsplitting scream. Jessica gripped Lynne’s hair, holding her to her labia, grinding her pussy against Lynne’s mouth.
Another series of misfiring neutrons was followed by another, incoherent shriek.
She released Lynne’s head.
“Help me turn her over,” Lynne said.
Ian helped Lynne turn Jessica onto her stomach. Lynne’s face was covered with Jessica’s juice. Ian kissed her with a passionate desperation.
“Watch.”
Lynne’s tongue began to work down Jessica’s ass crack, kneading the firm muscles, spreading the cheeks to give her access to Jessica’s puckered starfish. Her tongue finally reached the nether opening.
Lynne’s hands pried the ass cheeks apart and began to caress the pink starfish with her tongue.
Jessica squealed weakly. Lynne looked at Ian, motioning to the lube on the bedside.
Even as her tongue caressed, Lynne began to add a finger to her instruments of pleasure, spreading strawberry lube around and finally in Jessica’s ass.
Jessica moaned. Lynne gently inserted one finger, using it to pry her anus open. She added a second heavily lubed finger.
Jessica came to life, coming to her knees. Lynne motioned Ian to kneel behind Jessica. Lynne lovingly lubed his cock. Ian finally understood. He positioned himself behind Jessica.
Lynne whispered something to her. Jessica shook her head, whispering a reply.
“Pussy first, then her ass, darling,” Lynne said too soft for Jessica to hear. She took his cock and slid it along her inner lips, parting them. Finding her opening, Lynne gently pushed him forward, “be very gentle. No condoms.”
Lynne lay on her back and squirmed beneath, her face inches from Jessica’s. They began an intimate kiss. Lynne didn’t have to watch to see what Ian was doing. It was plainly written on Jessica’s face.
Ian pushed forward a little. Her tunnel clutched at him. She was very tight. He moved forward when he felt her press back. He started to impale her. He felt something. Not believing, he pushed gently forward. His way was obstructed. She was a virgin! He felt Lynne’s fingers on his balls urging him forward.
He coiled and ripped through her hymen. Jessica shrieked her pain into Lynne’s mouth.
Ian pulled back and froze. He felt her channel desperately trying to adjust to his shaft. He’d heard her suppressed cry.
He felt her push back. He moved forward slowly and in tiny increments, each movement waiting for Jessica’s signal.
Finally she was fully impaled. She began to rotate her hips, grinding in rhythm to the music. Ian felt Lynne’s fingers on Jessica’s clit. Jessica danced in rhythm, caressing his cock deep inside her.
Jessica’s breathing became ragged. She lost her rhythm. Ian directed her hips. She began to climb the mountain of her climax. Ian willed himself to wait.
Jessica began to move in frantic patterns, slamming onto his cock. Ian met her passion. Lynne sucked Jessica’s nipples, frantically rubbing her clit.
Jessica let out a primal scream as she climaxed. Ian felt her tunnel flutter than grip his shaft in a death grip. His control failed.
“I’m cumming,” he announced.
Jessica ground her pussy against him, telling him to come inside her.
He exploded inside her. His spasming shaft triggered another violent climax. Jessica collapsed forward feeling Ian’s shaft slip from her pussy.
Lynne pounced and began caressing her leaking labia, tasting the mixed blood, semen and female juice until a weak voice begged, “enough.”
They lay exhausted, Jessica in the middle. Explanations would be for tomorrow, but Jessica looked at Lynne and quietly said, “Thank you, thank you. It was incredible,” Jessica looked at Ian who had wonder in his eyes.
He smiled and pulled Jessica close. “You are incredible. I’m sorry I hurt you, but you are so special. I don’t think I’ve ever cum that much.”
Lynne surrendered her heart and soul to Ian that night.

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Obsession, Lust and Perversion

It’s a beautiful Spring morning in the southern San Juan mountains of Colorado. Alisha Moore-Braxton sits on the patio of her home, sipping a gourmet cup of coffee, watching the elk grazing in a pasture near her home. She is analyzing the events of her life that brought her here and wondering why and what made her do the things she has done.

Bar Night Surprise

“Fuck.. You know how much I like when you wear that.”, he whispered into her ear, using their close embrace to be heard over the music. She did know how much he liked it. She had bought the skirt just for him after all.