The confluence

Anyone who knows me, even a little, will know that I used to be a regular extremity of a sex assembly and would get very Byzantine with writing sex stories, posting naughty pictures and join in with extremely litigious and lively debates. Despite my diminutive stature, my mental attitude was not of a meek and mild person. That was the populace persona and it was a secure escape from my very life.


Anyone who knew me better on that site knew another part of me, the real me and I could reckon on my digit, the people who I allowed to screw that Rachael. We'd share personal stories of our lives, photo of the most knowledgeable nature and we'd even chat on messenger when we were away from the internet site. The people who knew me the considerably, I could count on the finger of one hand ... .. with two digit amputated ! This story is about one of those three, Saint John the Apostle, a guy that I truly thought that I'd never, ever meet.


I live in a sleepy small town in the beautiful Cheshire countryside in Great UK. It's a wonderful place to live, I have a great house, super job and my life is sound. At the time of this story, I'd been unceremoniously dumped by my boyfriend because his sis in law made some atrocious input about me and he found it easier to ditch me than to be a man and hold me. C'est la vie !


Now I mentioned my job in the stopping point paragraph and I had worked damned hard to get where I was at this point and at 22 I was earning well above an fair salary, take a £50,000 company car and was the envy of many people. I'm not being smug about that, just very majestic of my accomplishment ! The former cool matter about my job, being a Personal Assistant to the managing director of a software company, was that we travelled a lot. In the main we covered all of the UK but we also do a lot of tripper in Europe and occasionally, America.


Anyway, back to being ditched ... ..


Paul had left me and as usual, I was online trying to cheer myself up a bit. can was having his own exit and his wife had recently moved out. He said that the only difference of opinion when she left was that his grocery government note had halved as they'd not slept together for over six months. I really felt for him and jokingly I said, ‘ I'll have to come over and cheerfulness you up !'


He replied, ‘ I'll leger you a trajectory to WI for tomorrow !'


I laughed out loud as I read his content but not for a intellect you'd think ! In ten twenty-four hour period clock time I was flying out to Wisconsin with my boss and for all the time we'd talked, I never thought to ask in which Department of State he lived. I knew that my side by side comment wouldn't be believed but I went with it anyway.


‘ You aren't going to trust this but me and my boss are flying out on the 23rd Sept, to a little place called Ojibwa Falls, Wisconsin to see a client who does security installations.'To add to the truth, I quickly added, ‘ Peacock security measures Inc'


I stared at the blind and I could see that St. John had read the message but he wasn't typing. I was about to nudge him when his next message popped up, ‘ I live in Ojibwa Falls !'


It was my turn to be stunned, ‘ Yeah yeah ! A whole State and you live in the little town I'm visiting !'


His reply was almost immediate. He sent a photo of a telephone bill, his address clearly shown.


My response was pretty practically automatonlike because we had spoken for so long and I really considered him a confidante and closely champion. I simply typed, ‘ Well it would be uncivil if we didn't conform to up !'


Now I knew that John had a bit of a jam on me and again, that's not being smug, just stating facts so his answer made me smile.


‘ You have no estimation how happy you just made me ! I'm going to meet you inside two calendar week ! Wow !'


He suddenly became like a giddy tyke so I calmed him a little and said I had no idea of the itinerary as yet but I promised him two things and made clear one other point. Firstly, I promised that we would definitely meet. Second, I would try to arrange things so we could take a all afternoon to catch up but he was treating me to food. Lastly, I said that we would own to meet somewhere public because, despite the fact we'd chatted for ages, I wanted to be 200 % sure of him as I didn't want to bring my knob as a chaperone ! He accepted it all with his usual salutary grace and by the prison term we signed off, I couldn't believe I was, in every sentiency of the idea, about to meet a guy off a porn web site ! Oddly though, I couldn't delay !


employment was busy so the sentence went quickly and I was keeping a little mystical up my arm. I'd explained to my genus Bos, with a few snowy Lie, that an old family Friend lived in the townsfolk and asked if we could correct affair to give me a lilliputian time to catch up. I thought he'd assume that I meant an afternoon or an evening to have dinner. When he gave me the revamp path, he'd allocated two days and two nights that I'd have to myself in Chippewa descent. I decided immediately to not distinguish privy, just in eccentric we didn't get on that well. The other odd thing was, since I'd announced the trip, we'd not had any of our usual cruddy conversations so I thought that maybe, just maybe that the actual estimation of meeting had brought about a new moral dilemma for us. I didn't care, I just thought it would be aplomb to assemble him. Unfortunately though, that night, things changed. I couldn't get to log Z's and after all the naughty role playacting we'd done, pictures I'd sent him of my naked consistence and the equally lowbred one he'd sent back, my opinion were of how I'd cope with not seeing his pretty cock in the bod. Did he not want me like that now ? Had I ruined the magic trick ? I didn't want to go bad the meeting so I just let it eat away at me rather than abash John when we chatted. As far as he was mindful, we were meeting at 2pm on the 24th Sep on northward bridge Street at Lucy's food shop. What he didn't know was that I'd be wearing a garb, designed to force him gaga. This was a bizarre get together to say the least and my image had always been a picayune risqué so this apparel wasn't going to switch that !


Over the succeeding few Clarence Shepard Day Jr., we spoke each evening and it was clear that there were brass on both incline which seemed crazy because we knew so much about each other. John was talking about places we could go if we had the time but I was still reluctant to discover the true timescale, blaming my hirer for knottiness but confirming that we had at least six hour to natter ! I hoped he'd question the word ‘ chat'but he just said that it was more than he could ever have hoped for. I was getting impatient. I didn't know why and didn't know what I wanted him to say but our online messaging the next evening, the eve of my flight, I decided to promote a little more. I was in bed, ready for an betimes flight so I opened the schmoose app on my phone.


Rachael : Hey you !

lavatory : Hi Rach !

Rachael : Whatcha doing ?

John : Just watching television, dog curled up with me

Rachael : Awwww I forget about Marvin ! Are you bringing him to see me ?

John : Yes I can

Rachael : Hmmmm you can ? Do you not want to ?

whoremaster : Yeah I do, I was just thinking something else but maybe it's best to just lend him with.


I finally saw the break I needed.


Rachael : John, can I be blunt ?

John : You never asked before ! Why is now any different ?

Rachael : Heyyyyyy cheeky !

John : Sorry, go on, be blunt !

Rachael : OK, since I mentioned my visit, you've suddenly become passing reserved and I don't recognise you and now you're holding back about the blinking dog ! What's going on ?

john : OK, honestly ?

Rachael : Always !

John : OK, I'm terrorise !

Rachael : Why ?

Gospel According to John : Rach, I've dreamt of meeting you for so retentive I just can't believe it's actually happening ! Somehow, when we talk now, it feels like I've just met you and I'm a bag of cheek ! Does that earn any sense ?


I was laughing as I typed.


Rachael : YOU PILLOCK ! Do you not think I'm aflutter too ?

John : NO ! You are always so confident !

Rachael : John, you are a peachy guy but God, you are so getting a smack when I see you !

whoremonger : lol OK but now I'm even more nervous !

Rachael : Why ?

St. John : TWO DAYS ! ! !

Rachael : Serious for a minute ....

John : OK

Rachael : You don't have to bring the dog to the deli

Gospel According to John : Do you not want to meet him ?

Rachael : Of course of action I do !

John : But how can you if I don't bring him ?

Rachael : You are incredibly dense at times !

John : Ohhhhhhhhh you mean you might fall to my place ?

Rachael : Unless you don't want to generate me the term of enlistment of your workplace you've been telling me about for months ?

bathroom : yes I do !

Rachael : Well shut up then !

can : But only if you're sure enough

Rachael : St. John, quit speaking, see you at 2pm, Lucy's Deli

John : I so so so can't postponement

Rachael : Same here !

Gospel According to John : Have a safe flying babe

Rachael : Don't forget your billfold, remember you're paying !

John : My pleasure ! Goodnight xxx

Rachael : Xxxx


I closed the app, turned out the light and tried to opine how that confluence would go. I imagined the revealing dress which is soaked and gives my tiny booby a good boost. It never fails to get attention but the man I was meeting has already seen naked exposure of me so the prickteaser was somehow even greater. My fingerbreadth found my pussycat as I imagined him getting hard in his trousers as soon as he saw me and that kickoff hug would have his cock pressing into my belly as my 5ft 1 trunk pressed into his 6ft 2 one. I've never tired of pictures of his yearn, fat cock and within 48 hours, it would be throbbing right in front end of me. I rubbed my clit faster as I imagined what could happen after dejeuner and at that point, just as a beautiful orgasm washed over me, I knew that his delicious stopcock would be filling me with his semen, no doubtfulness !


flight day was a nightmare ! A two stop flight and hanker drive from the airport saw us arrive at our hotel at 9pm, topical anesthetic time. We dined at a adorable local anaesthetic restaurant but we were so threadbare, I couldn't Tell you the name of it but they did do a beautiful pepper sauce steak followed by a glorious cheesecake ! ( When in capital of Italy etc ) We had a few drinks and while my political boss was calling abode to his wife, I walked out to the street and took a photo of the street sign and sent it to John with a message. All I said was, ‘ Real enough yet ?'


I didn't feeling for a answer until I was back in my room and I chuckled when I saw it. He'd replied to the gist that it had taken every ounce of self-will to stop him from driving into town to say hello. I wished him goodnight, put my phone on charge and within seconds I was asleep.


At 8:30am, our breakfast encounter with the client started. Over a mountain of food, my preparations for the encounter were everlasting and we achieved everything we had set out to do. By 11am, we were discussing extra business we could do for our node and by noonday we had made our terminal note of hand and were preparing to go forth. We'd been to a local bar for an informal winding down of commercial enterprise with two of their directors and they'd thanked us profusely. I then realised how my boss had worked the two free Clarence Day into the trip-up as the three guys started to discuss their golfing challenge and I made my alibi for not joining them, especially after their plot. I knew how practically my knob could booze and I really did prefer my own plans for the next 48 hours ! At 12:30pm, my genus Bos passed me the Francis Scott Key to the hideous Toyota Prius hire car and kissed my cheek, thanking me for my awesome prep work. We made our parting and I promised to keep him updated on my safety and whereabouts. He does attend after me.


Our hotel was only a two second walk away so I made my way to my room. I dressed quickly into my special outfit, applied a piffling makeup and looked in the mirror. My tight red dress with the zip up the front which stopped halfway up my breasts was borderline obscene but, the short black jacket added enough class to loan a short decency to the final looking. The cushioning gave a little exaggeration to my smaller thorax and I was terribly proud of the extra cleavage it afforded me. I gave a little twirl in the mirror, checking out how tiny my bum looked and was Thomas More than happy as I turned towards the door but I stopped, paused and walked back to seem at myself again. The wearing apparel demanded that I couldn't wear a bra as the padding was built in but the density meant my knickers were still, ever so slightly seeable. I bent over and with a little struggle, I pulled my red, lacy scanty down my legs, straightened the dress and grinned broadly. If this didn't hold his heart pop out, naught would ! I made my way to the basement garage and the car, entered the address of Lucy's Deli and set off. According to the satnav, I'd arrive about fifteen second early and I knew I'd need that fourth dimension to calm down myself down.


The road outside Lucy's, compared to any side Town, was very large-minded and I was pleased to find a parking blank across the road from the food shop. My heart was pounding in my chest of drawers and I took several bass breathing spell before I gave up on trying to stop my mitt from trembling. Before I flew from England, I'd checked out the model of car that John said he drove and I was scanning the street for one that looked similar but, the same as an American in England, all the cars were disaffect to me and I was about to return up looking however, at 1:55pm a tan, Chevrolet cavalier pulled up, decent outside Lucy's. As I saw the familiar face appear from the car, my nerves vanished, I grabbed my handbag and jumped from the Toyota. The topical anaesthetic were slightly bemused by the flyspeck blonde leaping from a car and screech,"JOHN !"as loud as she could and waving frantically !


The huge grin on Gospel According to John's face made me laugh out loud and he ran across the route to me and I leapt into his arms for the braggart, best and most live up to hug of my lifespan. He held me to him with his arms wrapped tightly around my waistline and mine around his neck and our impudence pressed closely together. We both said things along the descent of, we couldn't believe we were actually here and that kind of thing. More impressively was that he didn't wait too long to put me down, my clothes didn't twit up too far and he kissed my cheek after he'd put me down. That wasn't rightfield for me though.


I put my hands on my hips theatrically,"Really ? Thousands of miles and you kiss my brass ?"Grabbing his shirt I pulled him to me and planted a proper kiss on his sass and throw my arms around his neck opening again. I knew that glossa were awry right now but I think he liked our first kiss, especially by the smile as I pulled away and used my thumb to wipe off the lipstick and then my following comment of,"OK we've met, now feed me !"


His handsome brass tried to take on a seriousness,"Ahhh the famous appetite of the tiny Briton ! Come on then !"


With that, he took my hired hand and led me across to the brilliant red canopy of Lucy's, the epitome I had stared at online for solar day. All my nerves were gone and I gave the big manus that was leading me, a little squeeze which earned me the Same back and another vast grin from a very glad guy. As we were about to put down the deli, John stopped me and in an almost breathless tone he said,"Rachael, you know I've always talked straight with you so, I've got to say you look fucking amazing fille !"


I giggled, having played out this shot in the hotel, just an hour ago,"well, if you think this looks good ...."


With that, I shook the jacket from my shoulder, held my implements of war out and gave a little wiggle. The broad outcome of my strapless outfit had the desired result and he was pretty speechless apart from a ‘ sanctum piece of tail'and a ‘ Wow !'That was enough for me ! We went in.


As John ordered our food at the counter, I stood with my arm around his shank, looking at our reflection in the mirror as he towered above me and I felt happy, well-situated and so mightily where I was. I'd seen so many motion picture of this guy but, as I looked closer, he was so lots taller, well built and cute than I'd ever realised. He caught me checking him out and winked into the mirror at me. We were both grinning like school small fry and the misfortunate cow behind the sideboard huffed a few times which just made us both laugh to a greater extent and she couldn't get us to sit down quick enough, saying she'd bring our order across.


portion stave aside, the future minute and a half was amazing. We chatted, we laughed and flirted mildly but every second just felt awful. It was only when I glanced at my watch that a sudden unhappiness came from the other side of the table.


"Rachael, this has been such estimable fun ! We can go for the guided tour of my castle if you like now or wherever you want to go !"Then he asked the question he didn't want an reply to,"So, how long do we have ?"


I gave a piddling grimace and I swear he was conclusion to crying but I'm a cruel bitch and put two fingerbreadth in the air.


"son of a bitch ! Only two hours ?"He gasped


I couldn't do it to him anymore so I took his hand, squeezed it tightly and in a whisper I said,"Two daytime if you want me !"And with that, I leant across the mesa and kissed him. The kiss was soft and I allowed my glossa to rally his lip until his own lingua met mine. The temperature instantly rose in the room but time seemed to place upright still. That kiss could cause been for just a hour or for an hour, I truly couldn't William Tell you but, as we broke I managed to whisper,"Take me base !"


After another spate on the back talk, John paid the billhook and then, as any gentleman's gentleman would, he walked me over to my car. He told me that he'd turn his car around and I could be him for the few short miles to his house. I realised right then that I still resembled a Cheshire cat and the nerves I'd brought with me had been replaced by an unbelievable, fizzing fervor for what may hap. Who was I kidding ? I knew what was going to occur ! We were going to action one of the many sexual scenarios that we'd spoken about in one of our role playing Sessions, or one of the scenes in my many stories. The only when tangible questions were, which story and who would shoot the lead ? The aching in my bulwark kind of answered the latter question for me and a little plan of seduction was forming, even before I pulled into the traffic behind Saint John's car.


The drive to John's house was only five or ten instant and, when we stopped at some traffic lights, I slipped my crown back on. I was conscious that John probably had neighbour and no subject where you are in the world, neighbours like to jaw. As I climbed out of my car on the tasteful driveway of a pretty, single storey home, I carried my briefcase and looked very master. Maybe professional with a hint of slutty, but pro was definitely in the description !


"Welcomed to my abode, Rach !"privy said with justifiable pride.


"I love it ! But a house definitely needs a dog !"


He knew I was a dog nut and I'd seen photos of Marvin from day one so as he opened the door, a big pick blur flew past us, charged around the look lawn and then pounced on his skipper for cuddles. Only after a brief rough-and-tumble with John did he see the unknown and then I had a endearing affectionate salutation for a bit ( standard ‘ Hello'of a horn in trying to go up my skirt ) until he got blase and decided that it was fourth dimension for John to feed him and he made a dash for his food bowl. John apologised profusely for the lack of subtlety of his dog and told me to add up in and progress to myself at plate while he saw to Marvin.


The front end door opened into a big living elbow room with pine laminated floors and as John Lackland went towards the nates of the planetary house, I had a nosey around. A beautiful, black leather rooms with a four-seater settle took pridefulness of place, all chairs aimed at the enormous TV in one corner of the room, by the window. In the opposite niche was a huge wooden social unit which was bursting at the wrinkle with CDs and I gave a wry smiling thinking that King John was definitely a bachelor despite the fact that his ‘ married woman'had left but, having always been a bit of a tomboy, I loved his dash. By the time he came back in the elbow room, I was looking through some photos on the mantel and the cool guitar which was hanging above it.


"Love the place John ! Do I get the sleep of the hitch now ?"


He agreed so I put my handbag with my briefcase on the coffee tabular array and told him to lead the way.


We went to the basement first to see all of his handicraft down there, then back up to see the rest of his lovely home. The last room was where we both silently wanted to be, his bedroom. It was a big room with the rear window looking out onto other houses and a huge bed with very affectionate coloured mainsheet. The smell in the room was of freshly laundered linen paper and I smiled inside that he'd changed his bedclothes for my visit ! I decided that I had to bring control of the position or I'd fit so I stood by the window, looking outside as I said,"I'd have to keep this dim down if I lived here ! Neighbours can be awfully nosey !"With that, I released the blind and it dropped down to the windowsill. I wiggled my brow and laughed to save him a little confused as to my intent and before he could comment, I asked to use the can. He pointed me towards the ensuite and I gave him a peck on the lips, making some gossip about being bursting for a pee, just to keep him off guard.


I'd picked up my purse on the way back through the bread and butter room as every missy would when using a unusual bath and after I peed ( yes, I was actually bursting for a pee ), I used my wet-wipes to freshen up up below and then I stood before the mirror, preparing for my headmaster architectural plan of seduction. I was still wearing my jacket and I carefully slid down the zip at the front of my garb. I've mentioned that it's quite tight so as I moved the zip down, each side separated to reveal more of my chest and I stopped, just above my belly button so the sides of the attire and my jacket were just covering the inwardness of each breast but John was going to be treated to the full sheik of each humble mound. My cutis is very blank but very suave and I was getting flighty at this brazen display but I was satisfied that this was as sexy as I could ever search. I just hoped he hadn't left the bedroom.


I clicked heart-to-heart the bathroom door and walked back into the room. John was sat on the bed and his jaw dropped open as he lifted his caput. I smiled as I walked slowly towards him, letting my jacket fall from my shoulders, then stepping out of my heels. I stopped a few understructure from him and whispered,"I brought you a endowment but it still needs unwrapping properly !"


John gulped hard as I took the last whole tone towards him and his work force went to my hip and he leant forward to buss me, only having to progress to up slightly from his seated position. As we kissed, his paw caressed my bum and I sighed softly, breaking the buss after a minute or so and taking half a footmark back again. His workforce trembled as he slowly slid the zip down, placing a soft kiss between my breasts before revealing them in their diminutive resplendence, pulling back to feast on the parting of my clothes. He sighed as my shaved pussy came into view and then pulled the zip fully down and pushed the clothes off my shoulders, leaving his internet Quaker stood completely naked in his bedroom.


He gulped hard,"Rach, you ... .you are beautiful ! No picture could ever do you justice !"


I smiled as I moved closer to him, pulling his fountainhead to my dresser and biting my lip as his big, secure men touched my defenseless bum and his buss went straight for my painfully hard nipples. Almost instantly, my pegleg began to waver as his caressed my freighter and then my backrest, pulling me harder to his nibbling mouth, moving across my chest. The heat in my pussy growing wildly and just as I was wondering how recollective I could stay standing, I felt myself being lifted off my feet. I looked into John's eyes as he held me aloft and no tidings were needed but a candy kiss was. I planted my mouth firmly on his and our natural language began an prompt battle, so acute that I barely noticed him laying me down on the bed and positioning himself beside me. His heavenly hand massaged my knocker firmly and I sensed some trepidation from moving lower but before I guided him to my aching cunt, there was another issue that needed attention. I broke the kiss and panted my two watchword instruction.


"Get au naturel !"And then I remembered my manner !"Please !"


Saint John kissed me hard again and jumped up from the bed. He was about to start undressing but stopped dead and I watched his eyes, feasting on my nakedness. I should have been embarrassed but I just smiled and asked if he was happy. I know it was a stupefied question but it threw him and he stuttered before saying that he couldn't ever be felicitous. He was then looking me up and down, looking for to a greater extent Holy Writ before I reminded him to get his bloody clothes off ! We both laughed but then it was my turn to be in for a goody. His body was spacious, toned and lovely but his stopcock, his big fat cock finally came into view and I began to salivate as he climbed following to me again and it pressed hard into my leg as our lips reconnected. I gave an nonvoluntary growl as I reached for the luscious piece of kernel that I'd seen so many times before in photos and just as I'd imagined, my fingerbreadth barely reached around its cinch. My holding his tool was enough of a signaling for John and I soon felt his hand cupping my whole pussy and in irregular, a finger slid easily and fully inside me. I bit his shoulder softly and opened my pegleg slightly to afford him unspoiled admittance. It felt so good and from the randomness down below, I was as wet as I could ever be and despite my love of foreplay, I just needed filling, and I needed it now. With the gentlest of pushes, I rolled John onto his back and there was a diminished spirit of business organisation as I extracted myself from the two digit he'd teased inside me. To ease any doubts he had, I gave little butterfly stroke kisses across his face as I straddled his body and ground myself against his humanness. He took the initiative and gripped my arse firmly and added even more pressure on my sensitive clit. I lifted my face from his and bit my lip slightly as I reached between us, raised my bum slightly and aimed his hammer at my maw. He was already covered in my juices from the short grinding and when I pushed back, he slid smoothly into me. He stretched my lips tightly and despite the pocket-size confidence game, the first half of his seven in was in. I lifted almost completely off him and then pushed down harder and by the third button, our bodies were fully connected. I held the office, swirling my rose hip slightly and we purred together, looking deep into each early's eyes.


"Oh my God Rach, that is ... .... eff that's ... ... .. Wow !"


Supporting myself with my paw on his chest, I stared into his eyes, a wry smirk on my face as I raised and lowered myself, torturously deadening, revelling in the delicious voluminosity in my sex. John's backtalk was a permanent wave ‘ O'having given up after his previous endeavour to vocalise his sentiment. The only sounds in the way were the toilsome breathing and soft grunt each time I dropped fully onto his perfect prick. Little by petty I increased my tempo and whoremaster's right hand sought out my breasts as his left pollex started to massage my clit with vigour.


"I'm not going to utmost prospicient !"He gasped as I was looking down at the incredible sight of his midst tube-shaped structure, stretching my slit to the max and glistening with the endless flow of my juices. The air was heavyset with the scent of lust and I could feel my own coming rising and pray he would last long enough to share our first climax.


Suddenly, whoremaster pulled me to his thorax and then rolled me onto my back. For a brief here and now, his full weight was on me and pushed me deep into the mattress and for the brief of second gear I felt so low and powerless but then he took further restraint and it was amazing. He pushed his speed torso from mine, nudged my legs wider apart and began fucking me, fucking me hard and I screamed out in joy ! My orgasm was heading towards us like a heater railroad train and he was in no doubt as to my pleasance but after a few second, and me being right on the edge he stopped. I asked him what the the pits he was doing, out of entire electrical shock, but before all the Christian Bible were out, he'd lifted my bum up, off the bed, and buried his face in my pussycat. I instantly grabbed two fistful of fuzz and held him tight on my button where his tongue was a fuzz as his handwriting squeezed my bum so tight. In minute I was back on the scepter of hail and I let go of his hair's-breadth and pinched my own nipples to commit my brain into orbit. My whole body convulsed and I was drifting in and out of cognizance as every fibre of my being joined in with this amazing political party. I'd wrapped my legs around his cervix at some point and, as their grip began to wane, I felt them being pushed up as whoremaster slid his putz back into me. I swear it had grown in the last few bit and, with my human knee pushed back by the side of my head, I watched in awe as it parted my sensitive pussy and plunged fully into me. I was mesmerised and the whole experience revitalised the orgasm which had been dissipating and I felt my whole soundbox spasm with each mighty driving force which were pounding my midget inning into the bed. We were moaning together but his soon became a roaring and his final thrusting went mystifying inside me as I felt his stopcock pulsing and stretch as he unloaded his balls into my felicitous, saturated hollow.


I lowered my legs and pulled him to me. Yes, he was punishing but that post-fucking candy kiss has always been my favourite and I held him there until he finally rolled us over together to put me back on top, his slightly softening pecker, still buried deep inside me. I finally broke the kiss and rubbed his nose with my own.


"That was DEFINITELY worth a head trip to Wisconsin for, Mr. !"I said in a whisper and kissed him gently again.


John's grinning was one of pure joy and he paused a mo before he spoke,"If I never have sex again, I won't care Rachael ! You just rewrote the rule book ! But ... ..."Then he paused


"There's a but ?"I asked, laughing.


bathroom kissed my nose and squeezed me close to him,"The but ... .. apart from this sexy ‘ butt'in my hands, is ... ... I'm not sure if I can ever let you go again !"


I playfully slapped him and cuddled close but I knew, in just two days I had to go back to my normal sprightliness and no matter what he, or I felt, that was all it could be, two friends, first-class honours degree get together, wild sex then go. I hoped we could both distribute with that.


We lay there, until the natural law of physics deemed his prick soft enough to plunk down out of me and an quick flow of ample amounts of fluids started to trickle from me. With much screwing up of my face for comedic essence, I climbed from the bed and excused myself to the toilet. I had a pee and used some more of my wet rub to make clean up but all the time I was in there, I was trying to commemorate if I'd ever felt so content after sex with a guy for the outset time. I even shocked myself when I realised that I hadn't even given him a blow job, my ducky part of foreplay ! No issue, I'd make that up to him at some gunpoint and rise to him that I hadn't lied about my metier in that area.


As I returned from the toilet, John Lackland had climbed under the back and he pulled them back for me to climb under with him. I didn't need a second invitation and I snuggled up beside him, running my bridge player through his chest hairs as we chatted. It felt so easy, so comfortable and natural, not like it should for someone you only met properly a few 60 minutes earlier. All the time we were there, his right wing hand was on my backrest or my bum as he held me closing, while his go away deal dwarfed mine as he held it on his chest. At some gunpoint, we must experience drifted off to sleep.


When I awoke, I noticed that the refinement over the windowpane wasn't as light so the sun must receive been setting. I propped myself up on my elbow and Looked over John's bighearted features. His hair's-breadth was greying at the temples which was rather distinguished and he had a few appearing on his dresser too. I smiled inside as I thought, that must be the reason he shaves down below, nobody wants grey pubes ! I leant over and slowly sucked his ear lobe into my lip and started a gentle swirling of my tongue. I watched a blanket grin appear on his look as his palpebra fluttered candid. I kissed him and then, with a faux-serious case said,"We have a problem !"


Not being used to my humour away from a keyboard, John asked cautiously,"Which is ?"


"Well, it's something you're going to get wind a lot of over the future two days !"


He worked it out,"You're hungry aren't you ?"


I nodded and he feigned aggravation before we got into a petty tickle fight. I stopped it before we got too horny again because, well I was starving ! I knew my adjacent suggestion would cultivate though, I said we should portion a cascade. He seemed to like the idea as he swept me up effortlessly and carried me into the bathroom.


In no time at all, we were stood together under the potent menses of water but, naked organic structure, roaming handwriting and lots of soap usually adds up to an erection ! Today was no different and with bathroom's necking of every persona of my body under the make-believe of washing me, including a tentative insertion of a finger in my bum, had me pretty horny too. I decided that it was time to right the wrong.


"I think I need a dispatcher before dinner !"I said seductively as I sank to my knee joint in front of his turncock. It was exempt of scoop by now and this was my get-go proper close up scene. Immediately I realised why he felt so estimable as he rode me earlier, the huge point with its flared edges were perfect for stimulating a pussy and he gasped as I hungrily took him into my oral fissure. I stroked with a twisting motion as I sucked and slurped on the first three inch and noticed that John had took hold of the railing as his legs quivered slightly. He was panting already and I suspected that this was not going to last too long. He admitted later that his ex hadn't given him a blowjob in the survive two yr of their relationship. I decided to propel forward with my party piece and I moved slightly more of his tool into my lip, testing the back of my throat. He was a piddling thicker than any I'd done this with before but I knew I could contend. I've been blessed with very niggling gag reflex action so I was quite lofty of the diffuse whimper from John as I pushed forward and my pry pushed hard into his pubic osseous tissue and I held there. Then I pulled slowly away, allowing the full seven inch to re-emerge from my mouth as I held eye striking with a very happy man. I then plunged it fully in again and as I teased the mind with my throat muscles, I snaked my tongue out to tease his Ball. His moans were exquisite and then I grabbed his articulatio coxae and urged him to have it away my throat. He didn't take much convincing and began slow but retentive strokes, raining praise on me from above. I was right that it wouldn't lastly long and when he announced that he was coming, I took control with my hand on the shaft and my tongue all around the psyche and was soon rewarded with an alarmingly large burden in my mouth. He tasted really good and I gulped down every drop-off, finishing his treat with the gentlest of kisses as his sensibility was at its peak.


I stood up to the warmest possible hug. He panted his thanks,"That was the best ... .. the respectable blowjob ... ..the advantageously blowjob ever ... .. You are ama ... .. you are FUCKING amazing ! Thank you so, so often !"


I kissed him and replied,"I didn't thank you properly for earlier, so you're welcome !"


"Anytime Rachael, anytime at all !"


As we got out of the shower, John the Divine handed me a big, albumen fluffy towel and we dried ourselves off. I realised that I'd left my small causa in the car so, when John the Divine was going out to the bedroom, I asked if he'd mind getting it for me. I hung my towel on the track, found the hairdryer and as usual, I started thinking about nutrient and the eating place I'd passed over the last few days, wondering where we were going to eat. My mind was totally in the man of solid food so I yelped when a big hand grabbed my bum.


"Sorry, couldn't resist !"He said as he gave another grope.


My pilus was still a little damp but it was dry enough for now. I followed St. John the Apostle to the bedroom and put my case onto the bed and opened it. I took out a Tesco letter carrier bag ( Tesco is Britain's self-aggrandising supermarket ) and asked John to put it in the fridge. He opened the bag and laughed.


"You brought cheese ? You brought Malva sylvestris to the Dairy State ? I thought you read up on this place ?"


Still naked, I put my hand on my hips and drew myself up to my full 5 foot 1 in and squared up to him,"Listen beloved, I never travel without my time of origin cheddar tall mallow and after I've cooked for you, you'll agree that it's better than sex !"


Even I didn't believe the last argument but John just shook his drumhead and laughed at me. He kissed me as he walked out to the kitchen muttering,"weirdo Brit !"so I slapped his bum for his brass and returned to my case.


As I started to pick out clothes, I called through to the kitchen,"Guess what I forgot to pack from my former typeface ?"


John Lackland returned to the bedchamber and was prompt to be the perfect legion,"Don't worry ! Whatever it is, I'm for sure I've got it covered ! I mean, I've got vintage cheddar now !"


I gave him my best evil look,"OK then smarty pants, where is your knickers drawer ? I never planned on brassiere but forgot my panty !"Then, I shrugged my berm and added,"Ah well, I'm sure that idea will keep your mind occupied ! OK where are we eating ?"


john shook his head in despair and walked out of the way, groaning and turn away two-bagger to label the pointedness. I slapped his bum again !


I pulled on a white vest top, not too tight or disclosure and a blue jean skirt which came to mid thigh. If we were going into a restaurant, I wanted to look skillful for John. He whistled as I came into the living elbow room so, in order to remind him, I spun around, hitched up my skirt and wiggled my naked bum at him. When I turned back, I asked,"Is that OK ?"


He involuntarily licked his brim,"OK isn't really the decently terminus ! And it for certain tastes better than any food we'll eat tonight !"


I congratulated and thanked him for his smart answer and we headed out to eat. His commentary about the food we may eat were very ill-timed ! We arrived at a berth called Casa Mexicana which was nothing to look at from international, but inside was a whole dissimilar story with every wall, professorship and table painted with vibrant pictures and scenes. It was the prettiest restaurant I've ever been in and the solid food was unbelievable. We took our clock time between courses and after we'd had a umber, I gave an sticky yawn.


"Oh my God, I'm so sorry !"I said as another yawn took hold of me.


bathroom took my hand,"Hey it's OK, I bet you're exhausted ! You were travelling forever yesterday, up early today and, well, we had a small exercising this good afternoon ! You've every right to be wrecked !"He lifted my hand and kissed it softly,"Shall we miss out on an all night golf club and head back ?"


John the Divine insisted on paying the nib despite my pleas so I paid a courteous tip and chatted to the owners before we left. We kissed a lilliputian in the car Park before I accepted that I really needed to get back.


The restaurant wasn't far from John's family so we soon back, being greeted by an excited Marvin who could smell the bit we'd brought back. John asked if I'd like a warm cocoa before bed. I accepted eagerly but asked if it was alright to take in it in bed. Naturally, he said yes so I went ahead to the bedroom, kicked off my shoes and quickly removed my two particular of wear and climbed beneath the duvet. Then, as the worst possible household guest, I fell immediately to sleep.


It must have been a good few 60 minutes later when I woke up, desperately needing to pee but, when I realised that Saint John was spooning behind me, breathing softly onto my neck, I honestly thought about staying put. Unfortunately, the urge to pee was way too a lot and I slowly extracted myself and went to the lav. When I returned, my body had obviously cooled a slight and I woke can as I backed into him with a frigidity bum. He asked if I was OK but I shushed him and told him to get back to sleep as I snuggled in, wrapped myself in his arms and drifted off again. That is what sleeping with a bad guy is all about. That is sleeping paragon. nothing beats spooning ! Well, that's not quite true up. Spooning which leads to dawning sex is even better, as I was about to find out at around 10am the following morning.


The low gear esthesis I was mindful of was two fingers, late inside me and I was incredibly wet. I turned my head to experience a dayspring kiss and no sooner than out lips met, the fingers were gone and I gasped as the full seven column inch of his pin-up prick, slip slowly but fully inside me. I wiggled my bum slightly and pushed gently onto his lap, relishing the feeling of being so full of ‘ man ’.


The rocking of his pelvis started slowly and as his hands caressed my chest, I reached back and stroked his bum as the strokes grew in distance. I'd been with this man for less than 24 hours but it felt like he knew my body so well as he touched and made sexual love to me so perfectly, but then, as I thought this wakeup call couldn't get any better, he gripped me tightly and rolled onto his back, never missing a stroke. He then gripped my coxa, spread my legs and started to bound me as he raised his articulatio coxae, thrusting his meat into me in a way I've never felt before, hitting my G-spot perfectly and I gripped his blazon tightly as my coming hit me immediately. I couldn't move as my muscles gave in completely and his poking took on a new urging, thrusting more forcefully than I thought possible. My climax grew even greater and I'm sure the neighbourhood could get wind my outcry quite clearly as I begged him to come inside me, and in a dozen more than plunge, toilet's body dissolved into spasms as he emptied his balls.


Almost instinctively, we rolled back to our starting attitude and John was still slow fucking me and with each push, I felt the close microseism of my climax and I sighed my contentment.


"commodity cockcrow !"I said, unnecessarily,"That was the expert alarm clock ever !"


trick kissed the backbone of my head,"proficient morning, sexy lady ! Well it seemed like the most logical way to wake you up and take with my hard on, all in one go !"


I elbowed him softly,"Cheeky ! But ten out of ten for efficiency !"I paused for a second before adding,"We really require to get up now though !"


John giggled,"You're athirst aren't you ?"


I turned my pass and gave him a long, indulgent buss,"You learn quickly !"


I extracted myself from John the Divine's cock with a bit of a sloppy ‘ plop'and made my way to the bathroom with a masher pennywhistle from behind me. ( It's always courteous to be complimented ! ) I cleaned myself a little, brushed my teeth and as I was about to leave the bathroom, I noticed a pale blue shirt hanging on the vertebral column of the threshold. I took it down and put it on, then smiled at my reflection in the mirror. Even I knew that there is little as sexy as a diminished girl in a guy's shirt. That always looks hot and the low growling from the bed as I went back into the bedroom confirmed that thought.


"Come on, lazybones, give me !"I pleaded in a fake panicky vocalisation. It had the desired effect and John climbed out of bed, put on some underdrawers, led me by the script to the kitchen and lifted me onto a stool by the breakfast bar like a child. I wanted to pull him to me but he just looked down at me as the baggy shirt, open at the strawman, gave a replete view of my bare body. He sighed heavily.


"Any chance you can just fag this today ?"


I feigned shock and pulled the shirt back against my chest of drawers,"Hey cheeky !"I paused and added,"But my outfit today should please you, provided you make me some food NOW !"


privy gave a salute, turned on his heels and started breakfast. I busied myself with the coffee car and we chatted like an old, happy couple, talking about everything and zip. I laughed when I realised that he'd really been listening to our chats and he was making what every Northern English person loves ... .. Bacon Butties ! Freshly sliced bread, creamy butter, load of crispy bacon, a little American cheese and a splattering of brown sauce. As we tucked in, he agreed that this was a culinary masterpiece, one which he'd definitely have in the future. We polished off our great deal of solid food and I insisted that John go and get ready while I put everything into the dish washer. By the clip I'd wiped all of the surfaces down, he was set, dressed in blue shorts and a jersey that showed his all-embracing chest of drawers off nicely. I gave him a quick kiss and went to dress myself.


To dedicate myself a fiddling credit, I'd managed to pack quite a few rig into my smaller bag but John's commentary and straighten out love of my wearing his shirt, well it made my selection easy. As I pulled the top from my bag, it always looks like a long rag of dilute cotton fiber but it's actually a work shirt with no buttons. At the presence though, there are yearn pieces which wrap around and then tie up, above your belly. The end solution is a coolheaded looking shirt with a visible gap between the breast and cloth which shows the shape of your boobs, perfectly ! The cloth is quite thin and for lady friend with darker nipples, there is nothing left to the imagination. Thankfully, my tit are a great deal light-colored but when it's colder, well you get the idea. It's a very aphrodisiacal top ! I added my jean shorts which don't show off my bum brass. fountainhead, I wanted to see aphrodisiacal but I didn't want to take care like a cheap tramper ! I finished the kit with a simple span of strappy sandals and for my make-up, I did very picayune, just a touch of mascara and a pale lipstick.


When I came back into the living elbow room, Saint John the Apostle gasped at my turnout and immediately caressed my booby through the top.


"Sorry Rach, I just had to adjoin ! screwing, that is hot !"


As any missy will tell you, compliments don't get boring and we can state when they are for real ! I was well-chosen with ‘ screwing, that is hot !'so I kissed him and we set off out.


A light drive later and we were walking, hand in hand, through Irvine Park. For anyone who hasn't visited but HAS been to Central Park, no-good guys but you went to the lesser one ! Irvine Park is beautiful with its lake, its zoo and even the people were favorable. Hmmm maybe I should near the Wisconsin tourer board. They should be paying me for promoting them in this storey ! I'll come back to that. Anyway, yes, capital few hours in the park and two guys got slapped by their wife/girlfriend for staring at my thorax which caused often mirth to us but, by 4:30 we were sat on the grass eating immense ice creams and whoremonger asked where I'd like to go next.


"Ooh I'm glad you asked !"I said in a ‘ matter of fact'step and I reached into my purse and pulled out a small piece of newspaper publisher with an speech on it and handed it to John.


He looked disjointed,"That's way out of town, are you sure you have the right speech ? There's only a winery out there ... .."His voice drifted off.


"And ?"I asked as trick looked at me and I was wiggling my eyebrows and grinning madly."What else is there John ?"


"A sex shop ? But what do you want from a sex shop, and that sex shop in particular ?"


I held his hired hand,"Do you commemorate Holly's fib ?"Now for those of you who don't know my series ‘ Holly and Friend ’, don't worry, I'm not going to do much of a pillager but you really should read it ! Anyway, back to this story. I continued to talk after he gave me a nod, you see, after reading this narration, lav and I had started to get friends. Sorry, I keep getting distracted, really going back to the story now ... ..


I continued,"Well, you remember the scene in the sex shop cabin, between Sky and the customer ?"


John Lackland instinctively grabbed at his package as he responded,"Oh God, do I ? That's a ass hot picture ! Do you ... ... I mean ... .... Really ?"


I patted his hired man,"You really need to check to cease a sentence baby !"I reached into my bag and pulled out another top and a distich of shorts,"I've even brought an extra kit for you to rip off me !"I showed him the component part ripped furrow so he didn't strangle me. ( For those who don't know the view, read on, you will soon understand )


lavatory seemed more than felicitous to cosset my fantasy although he did guide out that we'd be going into a stead where charwoman rarely went and there would probably be former cat in there when we arrived. I reminded him that it all happened inside a cabin so nobody else would see and he was happy with that and we set off. I didn't count on one aspect of it but it turned out to be a bonus. I'll severalise you about that shortly.


privy had a bit of a distraction as we drove to the big sex shop. I had reclined my place and stripped naked in order to switch my outfit. The shorts were Patrick White, rolled up hems and very lightweight while the top was a bright blue, cotton fiber t-shirt which was a craw top but much less revealing than my current shirt. I'd thought about this and it was bad enough that a miss was going into a sex shop, I didn't want to face like a prostitute ! I packed my other wearing apparel away just as we pulled into the car park at the tush of the edifice and my epinephrine was pumping through my veins. I felt so unrestrained and so incredibly horny and I was climbing from the car before we'd even stopped properly. I'm sure that John, at this point, was wondering what the pit he'd signed up for ! I knew him well enough to know he'd love it !


In earned a slap to my bum from bathroom as we walked towards the entry for daring to use a terrible American stress to ask,"You got quartern, buddy ?"bill to self, don't use a silly stress !


OK, confession time here. I HAVE been into two different sex shops in the UK but they were nothing like what I entered here, on a back route of Wisconsin. Each meter I went into a UK one, there may have been one or two guys skulking around the DVD surgical incision, not even daring to wait at the bold face untried dame that entered. Here though, as we entered the shop area, I counted eight guys, all openly staring at the half dressed girl and her guy. I confess, I was suddenly a little nervous but had already anticipated the first off question from the man behind the counter.


"Hey honey, got ID ?"


I already had my passport in my hand and passed it to him, smiling as confidently as I could at the nice, if slightly bored, guy in his early fifties.


"Thanks Rachael !"He said pleasantly,"Have a good meter here ! Cabins are through the pall, you'll indigence quarters !"I smiled at this and looked at John with a ‘ told you so'look on my face.


He handed over a ten dollar mark bill and took his handful of coins, then turned and led me to the curtained area, neither of us making eye contact with the sets of eye following us but both aware of some quite an crude commentary being directed our way.


We walked through the pall into a yearn, darker room with methamphetamine hydrochloride locker, full of videodisk down the left wall and around eight cabins on the right. There were three or four hombre stood around, watching our entrance, and at offset glimpse, two of the cabins at the far end seemed to be occupied as their doors were closed. John the Divine dragged me into the first doorway as I saw a youth, tall and blonde guy going into the elbow room next door. He smiled at me as I disappeared and whoremaster was prompt to slide the deadbolt, muttering under his breather,"damn, I know what creature at the zoo tone like !"


I quickly placed our traveling bag into the street corner and took the quarters from John, putting them onto the minuscule ledge above the coin slot. As I fed about twelve of the coins into the slot, I had a quick expression about the room and was quite surprised at how big it was. On the wall opposite the entering was a big, savourless TV sieve and in the midriff of the room which was about eight feet square, was a two-seater couch, covered in faux leather. I assume this made it easier to houseclean. The olfactory property was, as I expected, a bit funky but I was already in the zone, horny as hell and set to get started so the smell really didn't bother me. A speedy grope at Saint John's shorts said he was More than prepare too.


Now, when I wrote the picture with Sky in Holly's story, I was pretty specific about the porno movie that was playing but on this day, I stopped flicking through as soon as I saw a little girl, tied up and taking a severe nookie. I instantly saw what I wanted and needed so I wiggled my eyebrow at John the Evangelist and he nodded enthusiastically. Unfortunately, or fortunately as it turned out, my naivety and avidity for fun stopped me from noticing a hole in the allow for hand wall. I had no idea that some cabins had pickle between them and trick had assumed both the fact that I knew and had seen this one. The young guy I'd seen entering the adjacent cubicle was watching as John and I started to relive the wrangle I'd typed, so long ago.


privy impressed me greatly as we clicked into character playing mode and he began by forcefully sliding the seating back against the wall with the door. This gave us quite a big outer space and unbeknown to me at the time, a much better sentiment for our peeping Tom !


He pushed me tough against the TV screen and came nose to scent with me and snarled,"You've been teasing me for too farseeing you piffling gripe ! A guy can only postulate so much you know !"


I grinned wildly at first, never realising that he'd be so good at this but then, I snapped into ‘ nervous girl style'and tried to crowd him away as I spoke,"Please I'm sorry ! I didn't mean value to wound you !"


John knew we were being watched so he chose his next words carefully,"Too fucking late, harlot ! Everyone has left for the weekend, it's just you and me and that flirting fiddling ass is mine !"


I increased my shaking,"Please ! Please don't do something you might repent ! I promise, I'll stop doing whatever has pissed you off !"


"Too late, beef !"And with that, lav grabbed the neck of my shirt and in one Gustavus Franklin Swift bm and the speech sound of ripping textile, my t-shirt was gone completely. I yelped quietly but, as he threw the tabloid to the flooring, he took hold of the girdle of my shorts and did the same, despite my debile protests.


I stood, trying to cover my nudity, pleading for leniency but as I spoke, Saint John the Apostle kicked off his shorts and pulled his t-shirt over his drumhead. I feigned jar as his hard, raging cock led him back to me and he slapped my coat of arms away, revealing myself to him. He tried to osculate me and I swung my head away but he quickly grabbed my chin, turned my head to face him and forced me to kiss him. Then I squealed with genuine surprise as he knocked my branch apart with his knee and thrust two fingers straight into my hole.


He laughed a low, bemire laughter,"You're a lie bitch too ! You fucking love this ! Look how wet your bitch is !"And with that he pulled his fingerbreadth from me and wiped them on my mouth."You're ass gagging for it !"


John spun me around and roughly stoop me forward. I grabbed onto the ledge below the TV as he kicked my stage apart and rammed himself in me. I was so wet, it barely stung but I did spang my header on the TV. privy whispered a quickly question, checking I was OK but I shushed him and he continued his assault on my snatch and God it felt in effect. I kept up the simulation of pain and begging him to block up but this played right into his hands and where he wanted this role play to go.


He punctuated each house poking with his words,"What the fucking ... ... ... are you crying for ... ... .. you love it ... .... but if you're ... ... gon na keep moaning ... ... .. I'd better fill ... ... that harlot mouth ... .... of yours !"


I was in Heaven with the shag I was getting, it truly couldn't be better and I assumed, from his words, that I was going to receive his cock forced down my throat and, as an eager cock lollipop I was ready to bind while staying in character but, as he rammed his hammer home, he lifted me by my hips and swing me ninety degrees to my will, I reached for the wall to save me head-butting that as well and then, I got my outset view of the foot square hole and I was look to face with a slim, eight inch turncock. My jar was actual and when John barked at me to go down on it, I was genuinely frozen, staring at this quite impressive creature before me.


John slapped my bum, quite hard and it stung,"Shut yer vociferation and suck that rooster, tramp !"


I decided on cruel payback for the smacking so I said,"Yes Sir !"Then took the meat in front of me, fully down my pharynx and held it there. toilet groaned at the deal and pumped even harder, knowing how good the mystery story guy was feeling and, with each thrust, my nose was pushed hard into his easygoing, blonde pubes. I could hear the guy on the other side, whimpering and muttering profanities and then, John ordered him to ‘ fucking that mouth good !'and he complied instantly ! I'd seen he was Loretta Young and I didn't expect him to finish too long but it was a full, twenty drive from John behind, and him in my face before he called out and blasted his seed into my mouth. It was blistering and strong so I spat it on the level, not noticing what was happening in the cabin next door. When I lifted my head, another, smaller cock was in front man of me and I went to suck him but he pulled back a little as he wanked furiously and in seconds he shot his load all over my face. It was then that I saw three sets of eyes watching me through the hole and a paw came through to roughly grab at my chest as another cock appeared at the hole. I felt completely out of mastery as I was being fucked, severely than I've ever had before, was being groped wildly by two hands now, and another cock was being rubbed furiously in front line of my face. It felt amazing ! I trusted john to keep me good and as I squealed at my nipples being pinched mercilessly, I sensed john was about to fare inside me and my own coming was reaching an heroic poem peak so I pushed forward, trapping the weapon system which were groping me and slurped the latest cock into my back talk. My flood tide hit me arduous and my wooden leg and arms began to warp but John caught me and held tight as he gave his last three drive and then held inside me as he emptied himself into my saturated cunt. As his squirt began, the cock in my oral fissure pushed hard into my throat, surprising me a little but I didn't choke coil as his seed went straight down, missing my mouth for all five bursts. As he slid himself out, a final smear of cum trailed along my glossa to leave me a very pleasant, concluding taste.


Almost immediately, I had to travel to break free of the roaming hands on my thorax and John the Evangelist lifted me vertical. Almost immediately, the face of the first guy appeared at the hole and beckoned me forward. I thought the function play was over but John had former ideas. He pushed me to the kettle of fish, circularize my legs and pressed his body against mine, squashing me against the wall. I was still shaking and spiritualist from my enormous orgasm so I genuinely writhed to try and escape from the natural language which plunged into my hole but John held firm, grinding against me and sliding down a fiddling so his re-hardening cock was pressed between my bum cheeks, still slimy from being inside me. I pretended to push back, calling him every name under the sun and this just made him harder, faster. When he started to slide even crushed, I knew what was coming. He reached between us and lined up his cock at my arsehole and as soon as he did, voices from the early side were shouting their encouragement and that was all he needed. He pushed slowly and firmly and to be clean, I was having my clit licked furiously and my bum was already pretty relaxed so it opened up for him. It still hurt ! I screamed out but he thought it was the game so I yelled,"FUCKING SLOWLY !"And he took the hint. He stopped for a moment and then pulled back and then pushed in until I flinched again. This happened four times before I felt him pushed tightly against me but by this tip, I was in a daze as my expert pussy licker had finger inside me and was already bringing me to a peak again. I barely noticed John starting his fucking motion as my hale eubstance was in sensory overload as I was pinned to the wall, mamilla squashed matte and both holes being completely used. I moaned loudly and my wholly torso shook as the monumental coming took hold. My prat muscles clamped hard on Saint John the Apostle's cock and he planted his full load, deep in my gut but instead of waiting inside me, he pulled out, spun me around and offered my rear end to the hole. As he did this, I panicked, even in my logy state, I didn't want a random pecker in there and I turned my head to see my blonde friend, stretching his tongue to my beaten-up bum hole. I quivered in John's arms, unable to impress but after a minute or so, I begged him to end this now, I couldn't take any more.


"OK guys, show's over now !"he said as he pulled me away from the pickle and slid the settee to stop it, finally sitting me down. I instantly felt both mess leaking and was now aware of the encumbrance of come on my face, now dripping onto my tit. I looked at John and we both started laughing like crazy so I put my arms up and pulled him to me for a hug. Simultaneously, we both thanked each other and said ‘ you're welcome'which brought even more laughter but, as we sat there hot, sweaty and extremely fulfil, I tried to remember when I'd even had more energise sex. I realised I hadn't, ever, or since for that matter.


I cleaned myself up with tissue and wet wipe from my bag, dressed in my outfit from that morning and we left the cabin. All the guys from the other room were out there and we received an embarrassing round of applause ! I gave a silly bow and we made for the exit. As we reached the door, the guy on receipt, clearly aware of what had happened said,"Do predict back soon, Rachael !"And he gave me a knowing wink. I smiled, blushed and followed Saint John the Apostle out.


John was the outset to speak as we got in the car,"You know, I've always been a fan of your piece of writing but, I don't remember that scene being as hot in the taradiddle !"


I slapped his leg hard,"I don't remember Sky getting a fat cock shoved up her arse in that shot either !"


John looked momentarily concerned but saw the sarcastic grinning on my cheek,"Oops ?"


"I'll ‘ oops'you next time I'm here ! I'll offer YOUR bum to the mess !"


john paused and became good for a moment,"So, there'll be a following time ?"


I had expected this question and in truth, I didn't know the answer but, I wasn't going to ruin the upright day of my intimate life so I replied with confidence,"You bet your liveliness there'll be a next sentence !"We both smiled but I think we also knew that it wasn't set in stone so we just basked in the afterglow as we set off cover to his house.


It was early evening when we arrived at the house and Marvin had a slurping frenzy on us, and was especially interested in the smells from our genitalia ! frank have no mode ! We gave him his cuddles, John fed him and we agreed that a shower was needed before we went for dinner party. There was no sex this clip, just lenify caresses, mutual washing and a great many candy kiss. He did get hard in there but I told him he was insatiable and it would let to wait until later. He reluctantly accepted those terms !


We ate at a lovely pizza place, nowhere near as cool as Casa Mexicana but the food was lovely and we sat for ages, just talking and laughing about our loony afternoon. John was concerned that I may be sore down there but I convinced him that I'd had a good day of fucking but I still needed him to take in sexual love to me when we got home. This caused an immediate chemical reaction from him and his paw shot in the air and he shouted,"bank check please !"


When we returned to the business firm, John opened a bottle of wine while I went to change into his shirt which I'd worn that morning, then we just sat on the settle like a normal couple. It was still relatively other so we played some music and chatted some more. Eventually, in a very affair of fact way, I said,"I'm so beaming we did this, not just for the sex, which has been epic but, I'm just so glad that we could do it. Does that make mother wit ?"


trick pondered for a minute,"It does ! It really does ! It's been bizarre how we met online but to finally actually meet you has been ... ... .."His voice trailed off so I helped with just one word.


"Yeah !"


I put my spyglass down and turned into the docile of kisses, perfective for the consequence. We'd had some pretty wild sex since I'd arrived but now I really needed and wanted to constitute love to this guy. There's no explaining why, I just had to. As the osculation became more passionate, I reached for his underdrawers and felt the solid state, throbbing tube that lay beneath and began to stroke him gently. As expected, his hand stroked up my leg to my naked bottom and we groaned softly into each other's mouths. I snaked my hand into his trunks to touch his hot tool but after one or two strokes, I had to have him in my mouth. I stood up from the settle and knelt between his peg, pulling his shorts down and off. I was about to move forward but I stopped and lifted the shirt over my mind, I much prefer to be naked. He reciprocated with his shirt and I leant forward and kissed and licked across his breast as his cock was pressed against my chest. His mitt moved automatically to stroke the side of meat of my boob but couldn't for long as my kiss moved slowly down his belly, bypassing his manhood to the top of his legs and then the tiniest poke and kisses on his shave lump. His panting told me I was doing well and so, I moved up and ran my tongue up the full, delicious distance of his son of a bitch, as slowly as possible, ending with delicate flicks around the pulsing head and when I knew the torment was as great as I could get it, I lifted his turncock to my lips and slid it into my hot mouthpiece. I used every bit of experience to take him to the meridian of delight and I took pride in the way his fingers nearly pierced the settee as he gripped it so tight. I alternated between taking him fully in my throat to entitle motion-picture show of my glossa and easy sucking. Finally, when I knew he was on the edge of issue forth, I let him plop from my oral cavity and I crawled up his chest, kissing all the way to his sassing. He held me close, looking like a very slaked man and I whispered to him, the most earnest intelligence I could have used.


"Take me to bed ! Make honey to me !"


Instantly, he stood up and scooped me up into his arms, kissed me and carried me into the sleeping accommodation. He lay me on the bed and I pulled him to me, opening my legs and keeping hold of his arms, letting him know that I didn't need any foreplay now, I just wanted him inside me. He was deliberate to support his exercising weight on his munition but, as he came closer I took a hold of his cock and directed him to my wet muddle. In a stark demarcation to earlier, he slid slowly into me, allowing me to savour his length and his cinch. I kissed his shoulder as I relished every moment. This was the undecomposed kind of lovemaking, there was passion, there was so a lot guardianship for the former and dare I say it, there was real love.


Every slash was long, full and deep, hitting every nerve inside me and when the pace slowly increased, I pulled his grimace to mine and we kissed, but kissed with so many unspoken intellection. We were as close as we could ever be and to make up for certain, I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him as deep as he could go with every, unbelievable jab. I was exquisitely on the sharpness of an climax from very betimes on and for the 1st sentence in my life, I actually shed various tears as it grew, so slowly but unstoppably and it reached its beautiful crescendo just as John erupted inside me. I wiped my eyes without him seeing, not knowing if he'd understand teardrop during such an incredible smell and I hugged him close. It was hard to breathe but I never wanted this feeling to end.


When he finally pulled from me and rolled onto his back, I snuggled immediately into his slope and he wrapped a big arm around me. Neither of us said a word, it wasn't needed because any talk now would only descend around to the inevitable conversation about my leaving the adjacent day. I sensed that this would be the hold out time we made love on this stumble, or ever because tomorrow there would be gloominess and I knew I wouldn't be able to feel the same as I did now. For now though, I was happy and John the Divine seemed more than felicitous too. That was sufficiency and I held my buff as we drifted off to a land of beautiful, sensual dreams


The mood in the morning was, to Saint John the Apostle's credit, much lupus erythematosus morose than it could own been. He brought me a cup of freshly brewed coffee around 8:30am. We sat up in bed and talked about work of all things and it seemed like a prissy end to my visit. As I finished my drink I declared that it was fourth dimension for me to teach him how to make the humankind's best omelette so I jumped out of bed and went to the living room to get my ‘ rule attire'of John's shirt and he joined me in the kitchen. I pan fried a load of mushroom-shaped cloud and Baron Verulam while I whisked up eight eggs with salt, capsicum and some fresh pick. I added it all to the big sauteing pan and added heap of the vintage cheddar and John confessed that the smell alone was telling him that it was something special. I served it up as Saint John the Apostle refilled our coffee tree cups and we sat at the dinner party table. Needless to say, it was all-fired beneficial, even by my measure and I happy that I'd given something back for his hospitality.


As the time was approaching for me to leave, I suggested we took our exhibitioner together, adding the unnecessary sarcasm of saying that it would salve water. The temper was well received, as was the hypnotism. We went to the bathroom, stripped and gently washed each former, both becoming to a greater extent than a piddling wake. I think we'd both thought that cobbler's last night was the last sex but John broke first.


"If I don't do this, I'll kick myself forever !"He said as he sunk to his stifle and plunged his tongue into my pussy. His hands pulled me closer to his human face and explored my bum with finger teasing my bunghole. I gripped his wet hair and allowed myself to be adrift on the delight, wondering if I'd ever find such an enthusiastic buff at rest home. His helping hand were taking this last opportunity to build computer storage of my bod and they stroked, teased and caressed every inch as he drank from the outpouring of juice, emanating from my sex. I didn't let him stool me come and I pulled him up to his feet and took the kneeling stance myself. I made love to his cock with my lips and tongue while never breaking eye liaison. There were no smiles, just a decipherable communication, both savouring the lastly tastes, the last touches and the final act of love life. Before long, whoremonger pulled me to my feet and I put my arms around his neck opening, knowing what would happen next. He effortlessly lifted me up, his shaft pointing up at 45 grade and then lowered me onto it. My legs wrapped tightly around him as I became fully impaled and I buried my head in his shoulder as he put my back against the shower rampart. The strokes were conciliate, slowly and heavenly. This wasn't just love life, this was creating a memory we could take away from these amazing two days, never to be forgotten. We both came together, eventually but they were coming which came with sigh, not belly laugh and when my infantry finally touched the rain shower tray, we held each other under the flowing of water system, both satisfied completely. When the water started to run cold, we found our humour again, washed quickly and exited the shower in a much better flesh of idea. I dressed in my travelling outfit, revealing the White River lie about my underwear. I'd hidden a pair in the side pouch for going home in. That earned my concluding spank of the trip and a braggart thank you for being cool !


I finished packing my bag and we walked out onto the driveway. You could give cut the tensity in that last hug with a knife and I was more than a little surprise that I held back any teardrop. I pulled my head back and looked at the solemn cheek before me.


"Don't be sad, I'll definitely back !"I reached down and gave his package a picayune squeeze,"I've not finished with this bad boy !"


We both smiled, knowing I was just trying to lighten the modality. John hugged me close again, kissing my neck softly before we broke.


"Thanks for everything Rach ! These live two mean solar day have been the best two days ever !"He drew a large breather and was about to continue but I put a finger to his sassing to stop him. He looked a picayune damage, as if the Logos needed to be said. I replaced my finger with my lips for a final buss and as I pulled away, I mouthed silently, ‘ I know !'


John Lackland put my travelling bag into the boot of the car and I climbed in, waved and set off. I drove to the hotel, my creative thinker a lilliputian numb and my boss was outside waiting. He put his baggage and the sleep of mine in the dorsum and we set off for the airport. I was glad of a minuscule normality, hearing of his atrocious failures on the golf game course and it was just enough to offset my sadness of leaving. I was sure that my boss had detected something incorrectly but we know each early well enough and he wisely let it be, he knew I'd talking when I was ready. We had a drinking in the departure waiting area and before too long I was taking my bottom by a windowpane on the plane. If anybody outside of that aeroplane could see in through the window of backside 15A as the plane roared down the runway, they'd have seen the font of a young lady, and a single tear, rolling slowly down her cheek.


The End .