The merging

Anyone who knows me, even a footling, will know that I used to be a regular extremity of a sex assembly and would get very involved with writing sex stories, posting spicy pictures and join in with extremely contentious and lively disputation. Despite my flyspeck stature, my posture was not of a meek and mild person. That was the world image and it was a estimable escape from my real life.


Anyone who knew me unspoilt on that situation knew another division of me, the real me and I could bet on my fingers, the citizenry who I allowed to know that Rachael. We'd share personal stories of our lives, photos of the most intimate nature and we'd even chat on courier when we were away from the land site. The people who knew me the outdo, I could count on the fingers of one hand ... .. with two fingers amputated ! This story is about one of those three, Saint John, a guy that I truly thought that I'd never, ever meet.


I live in a sleepyheaded Greenwich Village in the beautiful Cheshire countryside in Great Britain. It's a wonderful office to hold up, I have a dandy family, super job and my life is near. At the clock time of this story, I'd been unceremoniously dumped by my swain because his sis in law made some frightful comments about me and he found it gentle to ditch me than to be a man and defend me. C'est la vie !


Now I mentioned my job in the live on paragraph and I had worked damned hard to get where I was at this point and at 22 I was earning well above an average salary, drove a £50,000 troupe car and was the envy of many multitude. I'm not being smug about that, just very proud of my accomplishment ! The other coolheaded thing about my job, being a Personal Assistant to the managing director of a software company, was that we travelled a lot. In the primary we covered all of the UK but we also do a lot of trip-up in European Community and occasionally, America.


Anyway, back to being ditched ... ..


Paul had left me and as usual, I was online trying to embolden myself up a bit. John was having his own issues and his wife had recently moved out. He said that the only difference of opinion when she left was that his grocery circular had halved as they'd not sleep together for over six month. I really felt for him and jokingly I said, ‘ I'll have to follow over and sunshine you up !'


He replied, ‘ I'll Word you a flight of steps to Badger State for tomorrow !'


I laughed out loud as I read his message but not for a reason you'd think ! In ten sidereal day clip I was flying out to Wisconsin River with my boss and for all the time we'd talked, I never thought to ask in which State he lived. I knew that my next remark wouldn't be believed but I went with it anyway.


‘ You aren't going to believe this but me and my boss are flying out on the 23rd September, to a little spot called Ojibway Falls, Badger State to see a client who does security installations.'To add to the truth, I quickly added, ‘ peacock Securities Inc'


I stared at the screen door and I could see that John had read the substance but he wasn't typing. I was about to nudge him when his succeeding message popped up, ‘ I live in Chippewa Falls !'


It was my bit to be stunned, ‘ Yeah yeah ! A whole body politic and you live in the little townspeople I'm visiting !'


His reply was almost immediate. He sent a photo of a telephone visor, his savoir-faire clearly shown.


My answer was pretty much automatic because we had spoken for so long and I really considered him a confidante and close friend. I simply typed, ‘ fountainhead it would be rude if we didn't meet up !'


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


‘ You have no melodic theme how happy you just made me ! I'm going to satisfy you inside two week ! Wow !'


He suddenly became like a giddy child 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 pass one other period. Firstly, I promised that we would definitely meet. Second, I would try to set things so we could have a entirely afternoon to catch up but he was treating me to food. Lastly, I said that we would have to fill 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 boss as a chaperon ! He accepted it all with his usual just seemliness and by the time we signed off, I couldn't believe I was, in every sense of the idea, about to meet a guy off a porno site ! Oddly though, I couldn't waiting !


Work was busy so the fourth dimension went quickly and I was keeping a little confidential up my arm. I'd explained to my boss, with a few white Trygve Halvden Lie, that an old family friend lived in the town and asked if we could align things to collapse me a little time to hitch up. I thought he'd assume that I meant an afternoon or an eventide to have dinner. When he gave me the revamp travel plan, he'd allocated two Clarence Day and two nights that I'd have to myself in Chippewa spill. I decided immediately to not tell whoremaster, just in causa we didn't get on that well. The other odd thing was, since I'd announced the head trip, we'd not had any of our usual smutty conversations so I thought that maybe, just maybe that the actual approximation of meeting had brought about a new moral dilemma for us. I didn't caution, I just thought it would be chill to conform to him. Unfortunately though, that night, things changed. I couldn't get to catch some Z's and after all the naughty role playing we'd done, pictures I'd sent him of my naked body and the equally rude ones he'd sent back, my thoughts 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 thaumaturgy ? I didn't want to spoil the meeting so I just let it eat away at me rather than blockade John when we chatted. As far as he was aware, we were meeting at 2pm on the 24th September on magnetic north Bridge Street at Lucy's deli. What he didn't know was that I'd be wearing a attire, designed to aim him barbaric. This was a bizarre coming together to say the least and my persona had always been a lilliputian risqué so this apparel wasn't going to change that !


Over the next few days, we spoke each evening and it was clear that there were mettle on both sides which seemed crazy because we knew so a good deal about each other. privy was talking about places we could go if we had the time but I was still reluctant to let on the unfeigned timescale, blaming my boss for complications but confirming that we had at least six hours to natter ! I hoped he'd question the watchword ‘ chat'but he just said that it was more than he could ever accept 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 succeeding eventide, the eve of my flight, I decided to push a little more. I was in bed, ready for an too soon flight of stairs so I opened the schmooze app on my phone.


Rachael : Hey you !

John : 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 Lackland : Yes I can

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

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


I finally saw the prisonbreak 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 super reserved and I don't recognise you and now you're holding back about the bloody dog ! What's going on ?

John : OK, honestly ?

Rachael : Always !

can : OK, I'm panic-struck !

Rachael : Why ?

John Lackland : Rach, I've dreamt of meeting you for so long 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 nerves ! Does that defecate any sense ?


I was laughing as I typed.


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

Saint John : NO ! You are always so confident !

Rachael : John, you are a with child guy but God, you are so getting a slap when I see you !

John : lol OK but now I'm even more unquiet !

Rachael : Why ?

John : TWO days ! ! !

Rachael : dangerous for a minute ....

Gospel According to John : OK

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

Saint John : Do you not require to fit him ?

Rachael : Of course I do !

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

Rachael : You are incredibly dumb at meter !

John : Ohhhhhhhhh you mean you might come to my seat ?

Rachael : Unless you don't want to render me the turn of your work you've been telling me about for months ?

John : yes I do !

Rachael : Well keep out up then !

John the Evangelist : But only if you're for sure

Rachael : Saint John, cease speaking, see you at 2pm, Lucy's food shop

John : I so so so can't wait

Rachael : Same here !

John : Have a safe flight of stairs babe

Rachael : Don't forget your wallet, 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 revelation dress which is pixilated and gives my bantam boobs a soundly boost. It never fails to get aid but the man I was meeting has already seen naked pic of me so the tease was somehow even greater. My finger's breadth found my cunt as I imagined him getting hard in his trousers as soon as he saw me and that first hug would consume his putz pressing into my belly as my 5ft 1 body pressed into his 6ft 2 one. I've never tired of pictures of his long, fat rooster and within 48 hours, it would be throbbing right in front of me. I rubbed my button faster as I imagined what could happen after lunch and at that point, just as a beautiful climax washed over me, I knew that his delicious cock would be filling me with his seed, no interrogation !


flight of steps day was a nightmare ! A two stop escape and long parkway from the drome saw us arrive at our hotel at 9pm, local time. We dined at a lovely local anaesthetic restaurant but we were so jade, I couldn't tell you the public figure of it but they did do a beautiful pepper sauce steak followed by a magnificent cheesecake ! ( When in Roma etc ) We had a few drinks and while my foreman was calling home to his wife, I walked out to the street and took a exposure of the street sign and sent it to Saint John the Apostle with a message. All I said was, ‘ Real enough yet ?'


I didn't facial expression for a reply until I was back in my room and I chuckled when I saw it. He'd replied to the effect that it had taken every Panthera uncia of willpower to stop over him from driving into townsfolk to say hello. I wished him goodnight, put my phone on charge and within moment I was asleep.


At 8:30am, our breakfast meeting with the client started. Over a mountain of nutrient, my preparations for the meeting were perfect tense and we achieved everything we had set out to do. By 11am, we were discussing excess business we could do for our client and by noon we had made our final bank bill and were preparing to leave. 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 twenty-four hours into the trip as the three hombre started to discuss their golfing challenge and I made my excuse for not joining them, especially after their games. I knew how much my Bos could fuddle and I really did favour my own plans for the next 48 minute ! At 12:30pm, my boss passed me the paint to the hideous Toyota Prius hire car and kissed my face, thanking me for my amazing homework body of work. We made our farewells and I promised to keep him updated on my safety device and whereabouts. He does appear after me.


Our hotel was only a two minute walk away so I made my way to my way. I dressed quickly into my extra outfit, applied a little makeup and looked in the mirror. My pixilated red dress with the zip up the front which stopped halfway up my bosom was boundary line obscene but, the brusk black jacket added decent class to add a piffling decency to the net aspect. The padding gave a little exaggeration to my belittled bureau and I was terribly proud of the redundant cleavage it afforded me. I gave a footling twirl in the mirror, checking out how tiny my bum looked and was more than happy as I turned towards the threshold but I stopped, paused and walked back to see at myself again. The dress demanded that I couldn't wear a bra as the padding was built in but the tightness meant my knickers were still, ever so slightly visible. I bent over and with a little struggle, I pulled my red, lacy panties down my legs, straightened the dress and grinned broadly. If this didn't make his middle pop out, goose egg would ! I made my way to the basement garage and the car, entered the name and address of Lucy's food shop and set off. According to the satnav, I'd get about fifteen moment early and I knew I'd need that time to calm myself down.


The road outside Lucy's, compared to any English town, was very blanket and I was pleased to find a parking blank across the road from the Deli. My warmness was pounding in my pectus and I took several deep breathing place before I gave up on trying to arrest my deal from trembling. Before I flew from England, I'd checked out the mannequin of car that lav said he drove and I was scanning the street for one that looked exchangeable but, the same as an American in England, all the car were alien to me and I was about to give up looking however, at 1:55pm a tan, Chevrolet Cavalier pulled up, right outside Lucy's. As I saw the associate face appear from the car, my nerves vanished, I grabbed my purse and jumped from the Toyota. The local were slightly bemused by the petite blonde leaping from a car and scream,"John the Evangelist !"as tacky as she could and waving frantically !


The huge grinning on John's face made me laugh out loud and he ran across the route to me and I leapt into his arms for the biggest, best and most satisfying hug of my life. He held me to him with his blazonry wrapped tightly around my waistline and mine around his neck and our cheek pressed closely together. We both said thing along the lines of, we couldn't believe we were actually here and that kind of thing. More impressively was that he didn't waiting too long to put me down, my garb didn't ride up too far and he kissed my cheek after he'd put me down. That wasn't right for me though.


I put my hands on my hips theatrically,"Really ? Thousands of miles and you kiss my cheek ?"Grabbing his shirt I pulled him to me and planted a right kiss on his lip and threw my weapons system around his neck again. I knew that tongues were wrong right now but I think he liked our inaugural candy kiss, especially by the smile as I pulled away and used my thumb to wipe off the lipstick and then my succeeding commentary of,"OK we've met, now feed me !"


His good-looking face tried to take on a seriousness,"Ahhh the far-famed appetence of the tiny Brit ! Come on then !"


With that, he took my mitt and led me across to the smart red canopy of Lucy's, the image I had stared at online for days. All my nerves were gone and I gave the big mitt that was leading me, a little squeeze which earned me the Saame back and another immense grin from a very glad guy. As we were about to enter the deli, lavatory stopped me and in an almost breathless tone he said,"Rachael, you know I've always talked neat with you so, I've got to say you look fucking amazing girl !"


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


With that, I shook the cap from my shoulders, held my arms out and gave a fiddling wiggle. The full effect of my strapless kit had the desired force and he was pretty speechless apart from a ‘ sanctum fuck'and a ‘ Wow !'That was enough for me ! We went in.


As John Lackland ordered our food at the riposte, I stood with my arm around his waist, looking at our reflection in the mirror as he towered above me and I felt happy, comfortable and so right where I was. I'd seen so many ikon of this guy but, as I looked closer, he was so much taller, well built and precious than I'd ever realised. He caught me checking him out and winked into the mirror at me. We were both grinning like schoolhouse kids and the miserable cow behind the sideboard huffed a few times which just made us both laugh More and she couldn't get us to sit down quick enough, saying she'd bring our orderliness across.


portion staff aside, the next minute and a half was amazing. We chatted, we laughed and flirted mildly but every second just felt awesome. It was only when I glanced at my watch that a sudden sorrow came from the other English of the table.


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


I gave a little grimace and I swear he was nigh to crying but I'm a cruel bitch and put two fingers in the air.


"darn ! Only two 60 minutes ?"He gasped


I couldn't do it to him anymore so I took his paw, squeezed it tightly and in a rustling I said,"Two DAYS if you want me !"And with that, I leant across the board and kissed him. The kiss was soft and I allowed my tongue to tease his back talk until his own tongue met mine. The temperature instantly rose in the room but prison term seemed to put up still. That buss could receive been for just a minute or for an time of day, I truly couldn't tell you but, as we broke I managed to whisper,"Take me home !"


After another quite a little on the lip, John paid the banknote and then, as any gentleman would, he walked me over to my car. He told me that he'd wrick his car around and I could come him for the few short geographical mile 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 incredible, sparkle excitement for what may bechance. Who was I kidding ? I knew what was going to encounter ! We were going to fulfil one of the many sexual scenarios that we'd spoken about in one of our role playing Roger Sessions, or one of the scenery in my many stories. The sole real number questions were, which story and who would conduct the lead ? The ache in my mole kind of answered the latter doubt for me and a piffling plan of seduction was forming, even before I pulled into the dealings behind John's car.


The drive to John's theatre was only five or ten minute and, when we stopped at some traffic lights, I slipped my crownwork back on. I was conscious that bathroom probably had neighbours and no matter where you are in the world, neighbor like to visit. As I climbed out of my car on the neat driveway of a pretty, undivided storey base, I carried my briefcase and looked very master. Maybe professional with a hint of slutty, but professional was definitely in the description !


"Welcomed to my home, Rach !"trick 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 threshold, a big cream blur flew past us, charged around the front lawn and then pounced on his master for nestle. Only after a brief tussle with John did he see the unknown and then I had a lovely affectionate greeting for a bit ( standard ‘ Hello'of a pry trying to go up my skirt ) until he got world-weary and decided that it was time for whoremonger to feed him and he made a dash for his solid food bowl. lavatory apologised profusely for the deficiency of subtlety of his dog and told me to occur in and make myself at home while he saw to Marvin.


The front doorway opened into a big support room with pine laminated floors and as John went towards the rear of the house, I had a nosey around. A beautiful, ignominious leather rooms with a four-seater settee took pride of place, all hot seat aimed at the enormous TV in one corner of the elbow room, by the windowpane. In the opposite corner was a huge wooden unit which was bursting at the line with CDs and I gave a wry grinning thinking that John was definitely a knight bachelor despite the fact that his ‘ wife'had left but, having always been a bit of a hoyden, I loved his way. By the time he came back in the room, I was looking through some photos on the mantelpiece and the poise guitar which was hanging above it.


"lovemaking the place John ! Do I get the sleep of the turn now ?"


He agreed so I put my purse with my briefcase on the deep brown table and told him to lead the way.


We went to the basement first to see all of his handwork down there, then back up to see the rest of his lovely home. The lastly room was where we both silently wanted to be, his bedroom. It was a big room with the buttocks windowpane looking out onto other house and a immense bed with very warmly coloured sheets. The smell in the room was of freshly laundered linen and I smiled inside that he'd changed his bedding for my visit ! I decided that I had to take controller of the situation or I'd burst so I stood by the windowpane, looking outside as I said,"I'd have to keep this blind down if I lived here ! Neighbours can be awfully nosey !"With that, I released the subterfuge and it dropped down to the windowsill. I wiggled my eyebrow and laughed to keep on him a little confused as to my purpose and before he could gloss, I asked to use the bathroom. He pointed me towards the ensuite and I gave him a peck on the lips, making some comment 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 elbow room as every girl would when using a strange bathroom and after I peed ( yes, I was actually bursting for a pee ), I used my wet-wipes to refresh up below and then I stood before the mirror, preparing for my master program of seduction. I was still wearing my crown and I carefully slid down the zip at the front of my dress. I've mentioned that it's quite tight so as I moved the zip down, each face separated to reveal more of my chest and I stopped, just above my belly button so the slope of the dress and my jacket were just covering the centres of each breast but John Lackland was going to be treated to the full dude of each lowly mound. My skin is very whiten but very smooth and I was getting nervous at this brazen display but I was satisfied that this was as aphrodisiac as I could ever search. I just hoped he hadn't left the bedroom.


I clicked undetermined the bathroom door and walked back into the room. can was sat on the bed and his jaw dropped open as he lifted his head. I smiled as I walked slowly towards him, letting my cap evenfall from my shoulders, then stepping out of my blackguard. I stopped a few feet from him and whispered,"I brought you a talent but it still needs unwrapping properly !"


John gulped hard as I took the go step towards him and his hired hand went to my hips and he leant forward to kiss me, only having to reach up slightly from his seated attitude. As we kissed, his mitt caressed my bum and I sighed softly, breaking the kiss after a second or so and taking half a tone back again. His hands trembled as he slowly slid the zip down, placing a sonant kiss between my bosom before revealing them in their petite glory, pulling back to junket on the farewell of my clothes. He sighed as my shaved twat came into panorama and then pulled the zip fully down and pushed the dress off my shoulders, leaving his internet acquaintance stood completely naked in his bedroom.


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


I smiled as I moved closer to him, pulling his foreland to my chest of drawers and biting my lip as his big, stiff work force touched my bare bum and his kisses went straight for my painfully intemperately nipple. Almost instantly, my legs began to quiver as his caress my underside and then my backbone, pulling me harder to his nibbling mouthpiece, moving across my chest. The heat in my twat growing wildly and just as I was wondering how foresighted I could delay standing, I felt myself being lifted off my feet. I looked into John's eyes as he held me aloft and no words were needed but a kiss was. I planted my brim firmly on his and our tongues began an immediate conflict, so intense that I barely noticed him laying me down on the bed and positioning himself beside me. His heavenly hired hand massaged my boob firmly and I sensed some trepidation from moving low but before I guided him to my aching bitch, there was another issue that needed attention. I broke the osculation and panted my two word instruction.


"Get naked !"And then I remembered my manners !"Please !"


John kissed me hard again and jumped up from the bed. He was about to start undressing but stopped dead and I watched his center, feasting on my nudeness. I should have been embarrassed but I just smiled and asked if he was well-chosen. I know it was a dullard 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 more than Word of God before I reminded him to get his bloody clothes off ! We both laughed but then it was my bend to be in for a delicacy. His body was broad, toned and lovely but his cock, his big fat cock finally came into view and I began to salivate as he climbed next to me again and it pressed hard into my leg as our lips reconnected. I gave an involuntary growl as I reached for the yummy piece of meat that I'd seen so many times before in photo and just as I'd imagined, my digit barely reached around its cinch. My holding his peter was enough of a signal for John Lackland and I soon felt his script cupping my whole pussy and in seconds, a digit slid easily and fully inside me. I bit his articulatio humeri softly and opened my pegleg slightly to afford him practiced access. It felt so trade good and from the noises down below, I was as wet as I could ever be and despite my love of stimulation, I just needed filling, and I needed it now. With the gentlest of pushing, I rolled John onto his back and there was a small looking at of concern as I extracted myself from the two fingers he'd teased inside me. To ease any incertitude he had, I gave piffling butterfly kiss across his look as I straddled his eubstance and ground myself against his humanity. He took the enterprisingness and gripped my arse firmly and added even more pressure level on my sensitive clitoris. I lifted my face from his and bit my lip slightly as I reached between us, raised my bum slightly and aimed his putz at my hole. He was already covered in my juice from the curtly grinding and when I pushed back, he slid smoothly into me. He stretched my lips tightly and despite the modest bite, the first gear half of his seven in was in. I lifted almost completely off him and then pushed down harder and by the third push, our bodies were fully connected. I held the view, swirling my pelvic girdle slightly and we purred together, looking deep into each other's eyes.


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


Supporting myself with my hands on his chest, I stared into his heart, a wry smirk on my face as I raised and lowered myself, torturously slow, revelling in the delightful fullness in my sex. John's backtalk was a permanent ‘ O'having given up after his previous try to vowelise his mentation. The only sounds in the elbow room were the heavy ventilation and soft grunt each time I dropped fully onto his perfect prick. picayune by little I increased my pacing and John's right mitt sought out my breasts as his left thumb started to massage my clitoris with vigour.


"I'm not going to in conclusion foresighted !"He gasped as I was looking down at the unbelievable peck of his thick tube, stretching my pussy to the max and glistening with the endless current of my succus. The air was thickly with the scent of lust and I could feel my own orgasm rising and prayed he would last long enough to portion our first climax.


Suddenly, John pulled me to his bureau and then rolled me onto my back. For a legal brief moment, his full phase of the moon weight was on me and pushed me deep into the mattress and for the briefest of seconds I felt so small and powerless but then he took further control and it was amazing. He pushed his upper berth body from mine, nudged my stage wider apart and began fucking me, fucking me tough and I screamed out in joy ! My orgasm was heading towards us like a bullet train and he was in no doubt as to my pleasure but after a few instant, and me being rightfulness on the edge he stopped. I asked him what the hell on earth he was doing, out of amount shock absorber, but before all the words were out, he'd lifted my bum up, off the bed, and buried his face in my pussy. I instantly grabbed two handful of hairsbreadth and held him tight on my button where his tongue was a blur as his hands squeezed my bum so tight. In arcsecond I was back on the verge of coming and I let go of his hair and pinched my own nipples to send my brain into orbit. My entirely body convulsed and I was drifting in and out of awareness as every fiber of my being joined in with this amazing company. I'd wrapped my ramification around his neck at some spot and, as their grip began to wane, I felt them being pushed up as King John slid his tool back into me. I swear it had grown in the last few instant and, with my stifle pushed back by the position of my point, I watched in awe as it parted my sensitive kitty and plunged fully into me. I was mesmerised and the whole experience revitalised the orgasm which had been dissipating and I felt my unharmed organic structure spasm with each right poke which were pounding my tiny frame into the bed. We were moaning together but his soon became a roar and his terminal stab went deep inside me as I felt his shaft pulsing and stretching as he unloaded his bollock into my happy, saturated trap.


I lowered my stage and pulled him to me. Yes, he was overweight but that post-fucking osculation has always been my front-runner and I held him there until he finally rolled us over together to put me back on top, his slightly softening putz, still buried deep inside me. I finally broke the candy kiss and rubbed his olfactory organ with my own.


"That was DEFINITELY worth a slip to Wisconsin River for, Mister !"I said in a rustle and kissed him gently again.


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


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


toilet kissed my pry and squeezed me fill up to him,"The but ... .. apart from this sexy ‘ tail end'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 life and no matter what he, or I felt, that was all it could be, two supporter, maiden meeting, wild sex then go. I hoped we could both cope with that.


We lay there, until the police force of cathartic deemed his dent soft enough to plop out of me and an immediate flow of copious amount of money of fluids started to filter from me. With much screwing up of my face for comedic outcome, I climbed from the bed and excused myself to the can. I had a pee and used some more than of my wet rub to clean up but all the time I was in there, I was trying to remember if I'd ever felt so content after sex with a guy for the first metre. I even shocked myself when I realised that I hadn't even given him a blast job, my ducky part of stimulation ! No matter, I'd make that up to him at some gunpoint and raise to him that I hadn't lied about my specialization in that area.


As I returned from the bathroom, John had climbed under the covers 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 hand through his chest pilus as we chatted. It felt so loose, so well-heeled and rude, not like it should for person you only met properly a few hours earlier. All the time we were there, his right handwriting was on my binding or my bum as he held me shut, while his forget mitt dwarfed mine as he held it on his dresser. At some detail, we must have drifted off to sleep.


When I awoke, I noticed that the shade over the window wasn't as light so the sun must have been setting. I propped myself up on my elbow and Looked over John Lackland's handsome features. His hair was greying at the temples which was rather distinguished and he had a few appearing on his chest of drawers too. I smiled inside as I thought, that must be the rationality he shaves down below, nobody wants grey pubes ! I leant over and slowly sucked his ear lobe into my mouth and started a gentle swirling of my natural language. I watched a broad grin appear on his face as his lid fluttered open. I kissed him and then, with a faux-serious nerve said,"We have a problem !"


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


"well, it's something you're going to hear 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 little tickle fight. I stopped it before we got too horny again because, well I was starving ! I knew my next hypnotism would work though, I said we should contribution a shower bath. He seemed to like the idea as he swept me up effortlessly and carried me into the bathroom.


In no meter at all, we were stood together under the strong flow of water supply but, bare bodies, roaming hands and dozens of soap usually adds up to an erecting ! Today was no unlike and with John's caressing of every part of my body under the pretence of washing me, including a probationary introduction of a finger in my bum, had me jolly horny too. I decided that it was time to compensate the wrong.


"I think I need a starter before dinner !"I said seductively as I sank to my knees in front of his cock. It was relinquish of soap by now and this was my for the first time proper shut up persuasion. Immediately I realised why he felt so good as he rode me earlier, the vast head with its flared boundary were perfect for stimulating a pussy and he gasped as I hungrily took him into my backtalk. I stroked with a twisting motion as I sucked and slurped on the firstly three in and noticed that lav had took cargo deck of the rail as his legs quivered slightly. He was panting already and I suspected that this was not going to final too long. He admitted later that his ex hadn't given him a blowjob in the last two twelvemonth of their relationship. I decided to prompt forward with my party piece and I moved slightly more of his instrument into my oral cavity, testing the rear of my pharynx. He was a trivial thicker than any I'd done this with before but I knew I could superintend. I've been blessed with very small gag reflex so I was quite proud of the soft whimper from bathroom as I pushed forward and my wind pushed hard into his pubic bone and I held there. Then I pulled slowly away, allowing the full seven inches to reappear from my rima oris as I held eye contact with a very felicitous man. I then plunged it fully in again and as I teased the head with my pharynx muscles, I snaked my spit out to razz his balls. His moan were exquisite and then I grabbed his hips and urged him to make love my pharynx. He didn't take much convincing and began slow but long stroke, raining praise on me from above. I was right that it wouldn't finish long and when he announced that he was coming, I took ascendancy with my deal on the shaft and my knife all around the head and was soon rewarded with an alarmingly large load in my mouth. He tasted really good and I gulped down every drop, finishing his treat with the gentlest of kisses as his predisposition was at its peak.


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


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 exhibitor, John handed me a big, egg white fluffy towel and we dried ourselves off. I realised that I'd left my small pillow slip in the car so, when John 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 common, I started thinking about food for thought and the eatery I'd passed over the last-place few days, wondering where we were going to eat. My nous was totally in the humanity of food so I yelped when a big bridge player grabbed my bum.


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


My hair was still a little damp but it was dry enough for now. I followed John to the bedroom and put my guinea pig onto the bed and opened it. I took out a Tesco bearer bag ( Tesco is Britain's grown supermarket ) and asked John to put it in the fridge. He opened the bag and laughed.


"You brought cheeseflower ? You brought cheeseflower to the Dairy body politic ? I thought you read up on this plaza ?"


Still naked, I put my script on my hips and drew myself up to my to the full 5 metrical foot 1 in and squared up to him,"Listen love, I never travel without my vintage Cheddar cheese and after I've cooked for you, you'll agree that it's better than sex !"


Even I didn't believe the end statement but John just shook his head teacher and laughed at me. He kissed me as he walked out to the kitchen muttering,"crazy Brit !"so I slapped his bum for his cheek and returned to my case.


As I started to piece out clothes, I called through to the kitchen,"hypothesis what I forgot to pack from my other eccentric ?"


John returned to the sleeping accommodation and was quick to be the double-dyed host,"Don't concern ! Whatever it is, I'm sure enough I've got it covered ! I mean, I've got time of origin cheddar now !"


I gave him my best evil looking,"OK then smarty trouser, where is your breeches drawer ? I never planned on bra but forgot my pantie !"Then, I shrugged my berm and added,"Ah well, I'm certain that idea will keep your mind occupied ! OK where are we eating ?"


Saint John shook his headspring in desperation and walked out of the room, groaning and bent double to mark the point. I slapped his bum again !


I pulled on a whitened undershirt top, not too tight or revealing and a blue jean doll which came to mid thigh. If we were going into a eating house, I wanted to look gracious for John. He whistled as I came into the aliveness room so, in order to remind him, I spun around, hitched up my chick and wiggled my nude bum at him. When I turned back, I asked,"Is that OK ?"


He involuntarily licked his mouth,"OK isn't really the right hand term ! And it sure tastes better than any food we'll eat tonight !"


I congratulated and thanked him for his smart reply and we headed out to eat. His input about the food for thought we may eat were very legal injury ! We arrived at a place called Casa Mexicana which was cypher to count at from away, but inside was a whole dissimilar fib with every wall, chair and board painted with vivacious pictures and prospect. It was the prettiest restaurant I've ever been in and the intellectual nourishment was unbelievable. We took our time between courses and after we'd had a coffee tree, I gave an embarrassing yawn.


"Oh my God, I'm so drab !"I said as another yawn took time lag of me.


John took my hired man,"Hey it's OK, I bet you're exhausted ! You were travelling forever yesterday, up early today and, well, we had a little workout this good afternoon ! You've every right to be wrecked !"He lifted my deal and kissed it softly,"Shall we miss out on an all Night ball club and head back ?"


can insisted on paying the bill despite my supplication so I paid a nice tip and chatted to the possessor before we left. We kissed a little in the car park before I accepted that I really needed to get back.


The eating house wasn't far from Gospel According to John's house so we soon back, being greeted by an delirious Marvin who could smell the scraps we'd brought back. King John asked if I'd like a warm up hot chocolate before bed. I accepted eagerly but asked if it was alright to receive it in bed. Naturally, he said yes so I went ahead to the sleeping room, kicked off my shoes and quickly removed my two token of clothing and climbed beneath the duvet. Then, as the whip possible house Edgar Albert Guest, I fell immediately to sleep.


It must have got been a unspoiled few hours later when I woke up, desperately needing to pee but, when I realised that John was spooning behind me, breathing softly onto my neck opening, I honestly thought about staying put. Unfortunately, the urge to pee was way too much and I slowly extracted myself and went to the john. When I returned, my body had obviously cooled a little and I woke john as I backed into him with a stale bum. He asked if I was OK but I shushed him and told him to get back to kip as I snuggled in, wrapped myself in his weapons system and drifted off again. That is what sleeping with a bigger guy is all about. That is sleeping perfection. Nothing beats spooning ! Well, that's not quite dead on target. Spooning which leads to morning time sex is even better, as I was about to get out at around 10am the following morning.


The first sensation I was cognizant of was two finger, recondite inside me and I was incredibly wet. I turned my head to experience a morning kiss and no rather than out lips met, the finger were gone and I gasped as the broad seven inches of his lovely pecker, slid slowly but fully inside me. I wiggled my bum slightly and pushed gently onto his lap, relishing the feeling of being so wax of ‘ man ’.


The rocking of his hips started slowly and as his hands caressed my breast, I reached back and stroked his bum as the strokes grew in length. 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 love to me so perfectly, but then, as I thought this wakeup yell couldn't get any salutary, he gripped me tightly and rolled onto his rachis, never missing a stroke. He then gripped my hips, broadcast my stage and started to bounce me as he raised his articulatio coxae, thrusting his nub into me in a way I've never felt before, hitting my G-spot perfectly and I gripped his arms tightly as my orgasm hit me immediately. I couldn't move as my muscles gave in completely and his drive took on a new urgency, thrusting more forcefully than I thought possible. My climax grew even greater and I'm sure the neighbourhood could find out my shout quite clearly as I begged him to come inside me, and in a dozen more plunge, bathroom's body dissolved into spasms as he emptied his balls.


Almost instinctively, we rolled back to our starting view and John was still slack fucking me and with each get-up-and-go, I felt the lowest tremors of my orgasm and I sighed my contentment.


"Good morning !"I said, unnecessarily,"That was the best alert clock ever !"


Saint John the Apostle kissed the back of my head,"Good morning, sexy ma'am ! Well it seemed like the most logical way to ignite you up and treat 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 postulate to get up now though !"


whoremonger giggled,"You're hungry aren't you ?"


I turned my head and gave him a long, soft kiss,"You learn quickly !"


I extracted myself from John's dick with a bit of a sloppy ‘ plop'and made my way to the bathroom with a wolf whistle from behind me. ( It's always nice to be complimented ! ) I cleaned myself a little, brushed my tooth and as I was about to get out the lav, I noticed a pale blue air shirt hanging on the dorsum of the door. I took it down and put it on, then smiled at my mirror image in the mirror. Even I knew that there is little as sexy as a small girlfriend in a guy's shirt. That always looks hot and the low growl from the bed as I went back into the bedroom confirmed that thought.


"Come on, lazybones, feed me !"I pleaded in a fake panicky voice. It had the desired effect and St. John climbed out of bed, put on some drawers, led me by the manus to the kitchen and lifted me onto a stool by the breakfast bar like a kid. I wanted to get out him to me but he just looked down at me as the baggy shirt, open at the figurehead, gave a full phase of the moon eyeshot of my au naturel soundbox. He sighed heavily.


"Any probability you can just wear this today ?"


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


John gave a salutation, turned on his hound and started breakfast. I busied myself with the coffee machine and we chatted like an old, felicitous couple, talking about everything and null. I laughed when I realised that he'd really been listening to our chat and he was making what every Northern English somebody loves ... .. Bacon Butties ! Freshly sliced kale, creamy butter, loads of crispy Roger Bacon, a little cheddar and a spatter 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 passel of food and I insisted that Gospel According to John go and get ready while I put everything into the dishwasher. By the metre I'd wiped all of the aerofoil down, he was ready, dressed in amobarbital sodium boxers and a T-shirt that showed his broad chest off nicely. I gave him a immediate kiss and went to dress myself.


To give myself a minuscule credit, I'd managed to take quite a few outfits into my smaller bag but King John's commentary and clear love of my wearing his shirt, well it made my alternative easy. As I pulled the top from my bag, it always looks like a prospicient rag of thin cotton but it's actually a graze shirt with no clitoris. At the front line though, there are prospicient piece of music which wrap around and then tie up, above your belly. The end result is a chill looking shirt with a visible gap between the titty and material which shows the physique of your boobs, perfectly ! The material is quite flimsy and for fille with darker pap, there is aught left to the imaginativeness. Thankfully, my nipples are much barge but when it's colder, well you get the estimate. It's a very sexy top ! I added my blue jean boxershorts which don't appearance off my bum cheeks. Well, I wanted to look aphrodisiacal but I didn't want to see like a cheap hike ! I finished the kit with a simpleton duad of strappy sandals and for my physical composition, I did very little, just a touch of mascara and a pale lipstick.


When I came back into the living room, John gasped at my rig and immediately caressed my dumbbell through the top.


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


As any girl will tell you, wish don't get boring and we can tell when they are for actual ! I was happy with ‘ Fuck, that is hot !'so I kissed him and we set off out.


A suddenly drive later and we were walking, deal in hand, through Irvine car park. For anyone who hasn't visited but HAS been to Central commons, sorry Guy but you went to the lesser one ! Irvine Park is beautiful with its lake, its zoo and even the the great unwashed were friendlier. Hmmm maybe I should come on the Wisconsin tourist card. They should be paying me for promoting them in this taradiddle ! I'll come back to that. Anyway, yes, great few hours in the park and two Guy got slapped by their wife/girlfriend for staring at my chest which caused a lot hilarity to us but, by 4:30 we were sat on the grass eating huge ice pick and john asked where I'd like to go next.


"Ooh I'm glad you asked !"I said in a ‘ matter of fact'feeling and I reached into my purse and pulled out a diminished opus of paper with an address on it and handed it to John.


He looked confuse,"That's way out of Ithiel Town, are you sure enough you have the right reference ? There's only a wine maker out there ... .."His interpreter drifted off.


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


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


I held his hand,"Do you remember Holly's chronicle ?"Now for those of you who don't bang my serial publication ‘ Holly and acquaintance ’, don't worry, I'm not going to do much of a freebooter but you really should study it ! Anyway, back to this chronicle. I continued to talk after he gave me a nod, you see, after reading this story, John and I had started to get champion. Sorry, I keep getting distracted, really going back to the story now ... ..


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


Saint John the Apostle instinctively grabbed at his package as he responded,"Oh God, do I ? That's a fucking hot scene ! Do you ... ... I mean ... .... Really ?"


I patted his hired man,"You really need to learn to finish a conviction babe !"I reached into my bag and pulled out another top and a pair of shorts,"I've even brought an extra rig for you to rip off me !"I showed him the part ripped seams so he didn't strangle me. ( For those who don't know the conniption, read on, you will soon understand )


John seemed more than happy to luxuriate my fantasy although he did show out that we'd be going into a place where cleaning lady rarely went and there would probably be other guys in there when we arrived. I reminded him that it all happened inside a cabin so cipher else would see and he was well-chosen with that and we set off. I didn't enumeration on one aspect of it but it turned out to be a fillip. I'll tell you about that shortly.


John had a bit of a distraction as we drove to the big sex workshop. I had reclined my seat and stripped naked in order to change my outfit. The shorts were white, rolled up ahem and very lightweight while the top was a smart blue, cotton plant 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 girl was going into a sex shop, I didn't want to look like a tart ! I packed my other apparel away just as we pulled into the car park at the rear of the building and my adrenaline was pumping through my nervure. I felt so excited 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 Hell he'd signed up for ! I knew him well enough to cognize he'd love it !


In earned a slap to my bum from John as we walked towards the entrance for daring to use a awful American language emphasis to ask,"You got quarter, buddy ?"annotation to self, don't use a silly accent !


OK, confession time here. I HAVE been into two dissimilar sex shops in the UK but they were zero like what I entered here, on a binding road of Wisconsin. Each clock time I went into a UK one, there may give been one or two guy wire skulking around the DVD part, not even daring to wait at the bold young Lady that entered. Here though, as we entered the shop orbit, I counted eight hombre, all openly staring at the one-half dressed girl and her guy. I confess, I was suddenly a little nervous but had already anticipated the world-class doubt from the man behind the counter.


"Hey love, got ID ?"


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


"Thanks Rachael !"He said pleasantly,"Have a serious time here ! Cabins are through the mantle, you'll pauperization tail !"I smiled at this and looked at John with a ‘ told you so'tone on my face.


He handed over a ten dollar 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 centre following us but both aware of some quite crude gossip being directed our way.


We walked through the curtain into a long, darker room with trash cabinets, full moon of videodisk down the left field wall and around eight cabins on the rightfield. There were three or four bozo stood around, watching our entrance, and at first coup d'oeil, two of the cabins at the far end seemed to be occupied as their doors were closed. John dragged me into the first doorway as I saw a young, tall and blond guy going into the room side by side door. He smiled at me as I disappeared and St. John the Apostle was warm to slide the bolt, muttering under his breath,"Shit, I know what brute at the zoo tactile property like !"


I quickly placed our traveling bag into the corner and took the quarter from John, putting them onto the little shelf above the coin slot. As I fed about twelve of the coins into the slot, I had a quickly look about the way and was quite surprised at how big it was. On the wall opposite the entering was a big, flat TV screen and in the centre of the way which was about eight substructure square, was a roadster couch, covered in faux leather. I assume this made it leisurely to clean. The scent was, as I expected, a bit funky but I was already in the geographical zone, horny as nether region and ready to get started so the smell really didn't bother me. A promptly grope at John's drawers said he was Sir Thomas More than ready too.


Now, when I wrote the aspect with Sky in Holly's floor, I was pretty specific about the porn motion-picture show that was playing but on this day, I stopped flicking through as soon as I saw a girlfriend, tied up and taking a stern shtup. I instantly saw what I wanted and needed so I wiggled my supercilium at privy and he nodded enthusiastically. Unfortunately, or fortunately as it turned out, my naivety and avidness for fun stopped me from noticing a hole in the left-hand hand wall. I had no melodic theme that some cabins had fix between them and Gospel According to John had assumed both the fact that I knew and had seen this one. The young guy I'd seen entering the next cubicle was watching as John and I started to relive the Bible I'd typed, so long ago.


John impressed me greatly as we clicked into function acting mode and he began by forcefully sliding the seating back against the wall with the doorway. This gave us quite a big space and unbeknown to me at the time, a much better view for our peeping Tom !


He pushed me heavily against the TV CRT screen and came nose to horn in with me and snarled,"You've been teasing me for too foresightful you small kick ! A guy can only take so much you know !"


I grinned wildly at get-go, never realising that he'd be so good at this but then, I snapped into ‘ flighty fille mode'and tried to push him away as I spoke,"Please I'm sorry ! I didn't mean to spite you !"


John knew we were being watched so he chose his side by side Holy Writ carefully,"Too fucking late, whore ! Everyone has left for the weekend, it's just you and me and that flirting little ass is mine !"


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


"Too late, Bitch !"And with that, John grabbed the neck of my shirt and in one swift effort and the sound of ripping material, my T-shirt was gone completely. I yelped quietly but, as he threw the tag to the floor, he took detention of the girdle of my short circuit and did the same, despite my feeble protests.


I stood, trying to cover my nudity, pleading for lenity but as I spoke, St. John the Apostle kicked off his shorts and pulled his t-shirt over his head. I feigned daze as his hard, angry cock led him back to me and he slapped my 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 facial expression him and forced me to kiss him. Then I squealed with genuine surprisal as he knocked my legs apart with his articulatio genus and pierce two fingers straight into my hole.


He laughed a low, dirty joke,"You're a lie down bitch too ! You fucking love this ! Look how wet your puss is !"And with that he pulled his finger's breadth from me and wiped them on my lip."You're fucking gagging for it !"


Gospel According to John spun me around and roughly deflect me forward. I grabbed onto the ledge below the TV as he kicked my legs apart and rammed himself in me. I was so wet, it barely stung but I did bang my head teacher on the TV. privy whispered a ready question, checking I was okay but I shushed him and he continued his ravishment on my pussy and God it felt dependable. I kept up the pretence of nuisance and begging him to stop but this played right into his hands and where he wanted this role play to go.


He punctuated each business firm thrust with his countersign,"What the fuck ... ... ... are you crying for ... ... .. you love it ... .... but if you're ... ... gon na prevent moaning ... ... .. I'd better fill ... ... that tart oral fissure ... .... of yours !"


I was in paradise with the nooky I was getting, it truly couldn't be better and I assumed, from his language, that I was going to have his hammer forced down my pharynx and, as an bore cock sucker I was ready to obligate while staying in character but, as he rammed his cock home, he lifted me by my coxa and swung me ninety degrees to my go away, I reached for the wall to lay aside me head-butting that as well and then, I got my first view of the animal foot square hole and I was case to face with a slim, eight inch cock. My electric shock was real and when trick barked at me to absorb it, I was genuinely quick-frozen, staring at this quite impressive cock before me.


trick slapped my bum, quite strong and it stung,"Shut yer vociferation and sucking that cock, swinger !"


I decided on cruel vengeance for the slap so I said,"Yes Sir !"Then took the sum in forepart of me, fully down my throat and held it there. John Lackland groaned at the mint and pumped even harder, knowing how good the whodunit guy was feeling and, with each drive, my nose was pushed hard into his cushy, blond pubis. I could hear the guy on the former incline, whimpering and muttering profanities and then, John ordered him to ‘ screwing that mouth good !'and he complied instantly ! I'd seen he was immature and I didn't expect him to last too long but it was a commodity, twenty stab from John behind, and him in my look before he called out and blasted his cum into my mouth. It was bitter and strong so I spat it on the floor, not noticing what was happening in the cabin next door. When I lifted my pass, another, smaller turncock was in front end 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 heart watching me through the maw and a hand came through to roughly grab at my breast as another cock appeared at the hole. I felt completely out of ascendency as I was being fucked, harder than I've ever had before, was being groped wildly by two hands now, and another peter was being rubbed furiously in front of my expression. It felt amazing ! I trusted John to keep me safe and as I squealed at my nipple being pinched mercilessly, I sensed Saint John was about to come inside me and my own sexual climax was reaching an epic height so I pushed forward, trapping the blazon which were groping me and slurped the tardy putz into my mouthpiece. My sexual climax hit me tough and my legs and arms began to heave but John caught me and held tight as he gave his last three thrusts and then held inside me as he emptied himself into my saturated pussy. As his spurts began, the cock in my mouth pushed hard into my throat, surprising me a slight 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 knife to leave me a very pleasant, final taste.


Almost immediately, I had to move to break free of the roaming hands on my breast and John lifted me upright. Almost immediately, the expression of the first guy appeared at the hole and beckoned me forward. I thought the role play was over but bathroom had other theme. He pushed me to the cakehole, spread my peg and pressed his torso against mine, squashing me against the bulwark. I was still shaking and sensitive from my enormous orgasm so I genuinely writhed to try and bunk from the clapper which plunged into my gob but John held firm, grinding against me and sliding down a piffling so his re-hardening cock was pressed between my bum cheeks, still slimy from being inside me. I pretended to fight back, calling him every epithet under the sun and this just made him operose, faster. When he started to slip even lower, I knew what was coming. He reached between us and lined up his tool at my arsehole and as soon as he did, interpreter from the other side were shouting their encouragement and that was all he needed. He pushed slowly and firmly and to be fair, 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 biz 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 metre before I felt him pushed tightly against me but by this gunpoint, I was in a daze as my expert snatch licker had fingers inside me and was already bringing me to a peak again. I barely noticed John starting his fucking motion as my completely soundbox was in centripetal overload as I was pinned to the wall, tits squashed flavourless and both holes being completely used. I moaned loudly and my unscathed body shook as the monolithic orgasm took hold. My hindquarters brawn clamped hard on John's shaft and he planted his total load, deep in my intestine but instead of waiting inside me, he pulled out, spin around me around and offered my rear end to the trap. As he did this, I panicked, even in my dazed state, I didn't want a random cock in there and I turned my chief to see my blond booster, stretching his tongue to my battered bum hole. I quivered in privy's blazonry, unable to act but after a moment or so, I begged him to end this now, I couldn't take any more.


"OK hombre, show's over now !"he said as he pulled me away from the hole and slid the settle to halt it, finally sitting me down. I instantly felt both holes leaking and was now cognisant of the load of come on my brass, now dripping onto my titty. I looked at trick 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 satisfy, I tried to remember when I'd even had more arouse 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 rig from that morning and we left the cabin. All the guys from the other elbow room were out there and we received an embarrassing round of clapping ! I gave a ridiculous bow and we made for the exit. As we reached the door, the guy on receipt, clearly aware of what had happened said,"Do visit back soon, Rachael !"And he gave me a knowing wink. I smiled, blushed and followed Saint John out.


John was the offset to utter as we got in the car,"You know, I've always been a fan of your composition but, I don't remember that picture being as hot in the account !"


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


John looked momentarily concerned but saw the sarcastic smiling on my side,"Oops ?"


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


can paused and became serious for a import,"So, there'll be a next metre ?"


I had expected this question and in verity, I didn't know the resolution but, I wasn't going to bankrupt the easily day of my sexual animation so I replied with confidence,"You bet your lifetime there'll be a next time !"We both smiled but I think we also knew that it wasn't set in Edward Durell Stone so we just basked in the afterglow as we set off back to his house.


It was early evening when we arrived at the business firm and Marvin had a slurping frenzy on us, and was especially interest in the smells from our genitals ! Dogs have no fashion ! We gave him his snuggle, John fed him and we agreed that a rain shower was needed before we went for dinner. There was no sex this clock time, just entitle caresses, mutual washing and a great many kisses. He did get unvoiced in there but I told him he was insatiable and it would have 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 eld, just talking and laughing about our wild 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 make love life to me when we got home. This caused an immediate reaction from him and his mitt shot in the air and he shouted,"hitch please !"


When we returned to the house, can opened a bottle of vino while I went to exchange into his shirt which I'd worn that forenoon, 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 matter of fact way, I said,"I'm so glad 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 work sense ?"


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


"Yeah !"


I put my glass down and turned into the gentlest of candy kiss, perfect for the second. We'd had some pretty wild sex since I'd arrived but now I really needed and wanted to make bang to this guy. There's no explaining why, I just had to. As the osculation became more passionate, I reached for his shorts and felt the solid, throbbing tube-shaped structure that lay beneath and began to stroke him gently. As expected, his hand stroked up my leg to my naked backside and we groaned softly into each other's rima oris. I snaked my hand into his boxers to reach his hot tool but after one or two stroke, I had to have him in my mouth. I stood up from the settee and knelt between his legs, pulling his underdrawers down and off. I was about to propel forward but I stopped and lifted the shirt over my head, I much prefer to be naked. He reciprocated with his shirt and I leant forward and kissed and licked across his chest as his prick was pressed against my pectus. His hands moved automatically to stroke the side of my boob but couldn't for long as my kisses moved slowly down his belly, bypassing his manhood to the top of his legs and then the tiniest salt lick and kisses on his shaved orchis. His panting told me I was doing well and so, I moved up and ran my spit up the full, delightful length of his putz, as slowly as possible, ending with flabby picture around the pulsing caput and when I knew the curse was as great as I could get it, I lifted his stopcock to my sass and slid it into my hot backtalk. I used every bit of experience to fill him to the height of pleasure and I took pride in the way his fingers nearly pierced the settee as he gripped it so pixilated. I alternated between taking him fully in my pharynx to gentle flicks of my clapper and easy suction. Finally, when I knew he was on the sharpness of coming, I let him plop from my back talk and I crawled up his chest of drawers, kissing all the way to his brim. He held me end, looking like a very satisfied man and I whispered to him, the most sincere dustup I could stimulate used.


"pack me to bed ! shuffling love 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 branch and keeping handgrip of his coat of arms, letting him know that I didn't need any foreplay now, I just wanted him inside me. He was careful to hold his weight on his weaponry but, as he came closer I took a clasp of his shaft and directed him to my wet hole. In a double-dyed contrast to earlier, he slid slowly into me, allowing me to savour his length and his cinch. I kissed his shoulder as I relished every import. This was the adept kind of lovemaking, there was rage, there was so much care for the other and dare I say it, there was real love.


Every cerebrovascular accident was long, full-of-the-moon and late, hitting every nerve inside me and when the pace slowly increased, I pulled his expression to mine and we kissed, but kissed with so many unverbalised view. We were as skinny as we could ever be and to take a shit for sure, I wrapped my wooden leg around him and pulled him as deep as he could go with every, unbelievable thrust. I was exquisitely on the edge of an orgasm from very early on and for the for the first time time in my life, I actually shed respective tears as it grew, so slowly but unstoppably and it reached its beautiful crescendo just as privy erupted inside me. I wiped my optic without him seeing, not knowing if he'd sympathise rip 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 face and he wrapped a big arm around me. Neither of us said a Son, it wasn't needed because any talk now would only amount around to the inevitable conversation about my leaving the side by side day. I sensed that this would be the last fourth dimension we made love on this trip, or ever because tomorrow there would be sadness and I knew I wouldn't be capable to finger the Lapp as I did now. For now though, I was happy and Saint John the Apostle seemed more than happy too. That was enough and I held my lover as we drifted off to a Din Land of beautiful, sensual ambition


The humor in the morning was, to John's credit, much less morose than it could have been. He brought me a cup of impudently brewed coffee around 8:30am. We sat up in bed and talked about piece of work of all things and it seemed like a gracious end to my sojourn. As I finished my drinking I declared that it was meter for me to learn him how to ready the populace's right omelette so I jumped out of bed and went to the living way to get my ‘ convention dress'of King John's shirt and he joined me in the kitchen. I pan fried a load of mushroom cloud and Francis Bacon while I whisked up eight testicle with salinity, pepper and some novel cream. I added it all to the big frying pan and added mountain 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 refilled our java cupful and we sat at the dinner party mesa. Needless to say, it was bloody beneficial, even by my standard 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 exhibitor together, adding the unneeded irony of saying that it would save water. The wit was well received, as was the suggestion. We went to the can, stripped and gently washed each former, both becoming More than a little aroused. I think we'd both thought that endure night was the last-place sex but John broke first.


"If I don't do this, I'll kick myself forever !"He said as he sunk to his knees and plunged his spit into my pussy. His hand pulled me closer to his facial expression and explored my bum with digits teasing my arsehole. I gripped his wet hair and allowed myself to be adrift on the joy, wondering if I'd ever find such an enthusiastic lover at place. His hands were taking this last chance to build retention of my build and they stroked, teased and caressed every column inch as he drank from the natural spring of juice, emanating from my sex. I didn't let him make me amount and I pulled him up to his animal foot and took the kneeling position myself. I made love to his cock with my lips and tongue while never breaking eye link. There were no smiling, just a clear communication, both savouring the last tastes, the last pinch and the final exam act of passion. Before foresighted, John pulled me to my feet and I put my arms around his neck, knowing what would occur next. He effortlessly lifted me up, his rooster pointing up at 45 stage 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 wall. The cerebrovascular accident were appease, slow and heavenly. This wasn't just making love, this was creating a memory we could take away from these amazing two 24-hour interval, never to be forgotten. We both came together, eventually but they were orgasms which came with sigh, not screams and when my feet finally touched the shower bath tray, we held each early under the flow of urine, both satisfied completely. When the urine started to run cold, we found our humour again, washed quickly and exited the shower in a much better frame of creative thinker. I dressed in my travelling outfit, revealing the white lie about my underwear. I'd hidden a pair in the side pocket for going home in. That earned my final spank of the head trip and a bigger thank you for being coolheaded !


I finished packing my bag and we walked out onto the driveway. You could throw cut the stress in that last hug with a knife and I was more than a little surprised that I held back any tears. I pulled my head back and looked at the grave nerve before me.


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


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


"Thanks for everything Rach ! These last two Clarence Shepard Day Jr. have been the best two days ever !"He drew a enceinte intimation and was about to go forward but I put a finger to his lips to check him. He looked a lilliputian damage, as if the password needed to be said. I replaced my finger with my lips for a net kiss and as I pulled away, I mouthed silently, ‘ I know !'


privy put my dish into the boot of the car and I climbed in, waved and set off. I drove to the hotel, my psyche a piddling numb and my boss was outside waiting. He put his luggage and the remainder of mine in the rachis and we set off for the airport. I was glad of a little normality, earreach of his frightful failures on the golf course and it was just enough to offset my sadness of leaving. I was certain that my boss had detected something unseasonable but we know each other well enough and he wisely let it be, he knew I'd talk when I was ready. We had a drink in the departure waiting room and before too long I was taking my seat by a windowpane on the woodworking plane. If anybody outside of that woodworking plane could see in through the window of tush 15A as the planing machine roared down the rails, they'd have seen the face of a Lester Willis Young lady, and a ace tear, rolling slowly down her cheek.


The End .