The Meeting

Anyone who knows me, even a trivial, will know that I used to be a regular fellow member of a sex meeting place and would get very involved with writing sex stories, posting naughty pictures and juncture in with extremely litigious and lively debates. Despite my midget stature, my attitude was not of a meek and mild person. That was the public persona and it was a good escape from my existent life.


Anyone who knew me better on that web site knew another part of me, the rattling me and I could count on my finger's breadth, the citizenry who I allowed to know that Rachael. We'd ploughshare personal account of our lives, photos of the most familiar nature and we'd even chat on messenger when we were away from the land site. The mass who knew me the best, I could count on the finger of one hand ... .. with two fingers 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-eyed village in the beautiful Cheshire countryside in Great U.K.. It's a marvellous place to live, I have a dandy family, ace job and my aliveness is good. At the time of this narrative, I'd been unceremoniously dumped by my boyfriend because his Sister in law made some horrifying comments about me and he found it easier to ditch me than to be a man and fend for me. C'est la vie !


Now I mentioned my job in the last paragraph and I had worked damned hard to get where I was at this point and at 22 I was earning well above an modal pay, drove a £50,000 company car and was the envy of many people. I'm not being smug about that, just very proud of my achievements ! The other cool thing about my job, being a Personal assistant to the managing music 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 slip in Europe and occasionally, America.


Anyway, back to being ditched ... ..


Paul had left me and as usual, I was online trying to pep up myself up a bit. toilet was having his own issues and his wife had recently moved out. He said that the only difference when she left was that his grocery throwaway 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 issue forth over and cheer you up !'


He replied, ‘ I'll rule book you a flight to WI for tomorrow !'


I laughed out loud as I read his message but not for a grounds you'd think ! In ten daylight 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 State he lived. I knew that my side by side scuttlebutt wouldn't be believed but I went with it anyway.


‘ You aren't going to trust this but me and my chief are flying out on the 23rd September, to a petty stead called Ojibway Falls, Wisconsin to see a node who does security department installations.'To add to the true statement, I quickly added, ‘ Peacock security system Inc'


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


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


His reply was almost immediate. He sent a photo of a telephone Federal Reserve note, his destination clearly shown.


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


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


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


He suddenly became like a giddy kid so I calmed him a little and said I had no idea of the travel guidebook as yet but I promised him two things and made brighten one other stage. Firstly, I promised that we would definitely forgather. bit, I would try to arrange things so we could have a whole afternoon to catch up but he was treating me to nutrient. Lastly, I said that we would give to suffer somewhere world because, despite the fact we'd chatted for age, I wanted to be 200 % sure of him as I didn't want to bring my boss as a chaperone ! He accepted it all with his usual good blessing and by the clip we signed off, I couldn't believe I was, in every sentience of the estimate, about to meet a guy off a erotica site ! Oddly though, I couldn't delay !


piece of work was busybodied so the clip went quickly and I was keeping a little secret up my arm. I'd explained to my boss, with a few white lies, that an old class friend lived in the town and asked if we could adjust things to establish me a minuscule clip to catch up. I thought he'd assume that I meant an good afternoon or an evening to have dinner. When he gave me the revamped path, he'd allocated two days and two Night that I'd have to myself in Chippewa Fall. I decided immediately to not severalise lavatory, just in case we didn't get on that fountainhead. The other odd affair was, since I'd announced the trip-up, we'd not had any of our usual smutty conversations so I thought that maybe, just maybe that the actual idea of meeting had brought about a new moral quandary for us. I didn't maintenance, I just thought it would be poise to fulfil him. Unfortunately though, that night, thing changed. I couldn't get to slumber and after all the naughty character acting we'd done, pictures I'd sent him of my raw body and the equally rude I he'd sent back, my thoughts were of how I'd cope with not seeing his pretty tool in the flesh. Did he not want me like that now ? Had I ruined the fancy ? I didn't want to featherbed the meeting so I just let it eat away at me rather than obstruct privy when we chatted. As far as he was cognizant, we were meeting at 2pm on the twenty-fourth September on Union bridge deck Street at Lucy's Delicatessen. What he didn't know was that I'd be wearing a dress, designed to drive him wild. This was a bizarre meeting to say the least and my character had always been a little risqué so this garb wasn't going to change that !


Over the next few days, we spoke each evening and it was clear that there were nerves on both incline which seemed demented because we knew so much about each other. John was talking about topographic point we could go if we had the sentence but I was still reluctant to reveal the lawful timescale, blaming my boss for ramification but confirming that we had at least six hours to jaw ! I hoped he'd question the Logos ‘ chat'but he just said that it was more than he could ever make 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 side by side eventide, the eve of my flight, I decided to push a little more. I was in bed, ready for an ahead of time flight so I opened the chat app on my phone.


Rachael : Hey you !

John : Hi Rach !

Rachael : Whatcha doing ?

John : Just watching telecasting, dog curled up with me

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

whoremonger : Yes I can

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

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


I finally saw the time out I needed.


Rachael : whoremaster, can I be blunt ?

John the Evangelist : 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 !

John : OK, I'm terrified !

Rachael : Why ?

John : Rach, I've dreamt of merging 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 nerve ! Does that make 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 : St. John the Apostle, you are a expectant guy but God, you are so getting a smacking when I see you !

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

Rachael : Why ?

bathroom : TWO DAYS ! ! !

Rachael : Serious for a minute ....

whoremaster : OK

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

can : Do you not desire to meet him ?

Rachael : Of row I do !

St. John the Apostle : But how can you if I don't bring him ?

Rachael : You are incredibly mute at clip !

privy : Ohhhhhhhhh you mean you might descend to my place ?

Rachael : Unless you don't want to apply me the tour of your work you've been telling me about for month ?

lavatory : yes I do !

Rachael : Well shut out up then !

John : But only if you're sure as shooting

Rachael : Saint John, stop speaking, see you at 2pm, Lucy's Deli

trick : I so so so can't wait

Rachael : Lapplander here !

privy : Have a safe flight babe

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

John : My pleasance ! Goodnight xxx

Rachael : Xxxx


I closed the app, turned out the luminosity and tried to ideate how that meeting would go. I imagined the disclosure dress which is tight and gives my diminutive dope a dependable rise. It never fails to get attention but the man I was meeting has already seen nude photo of me so the tease was somehow even greater. My finger found my snatch as I imagined him getting hard in his pant as soon as he saw me and that first base hug would possess his cock pressing into my belly as my 5ft 1 torso pressed into his 6ft 2 one. I've never tired of pictures of his long, fat cock and within 48 60 minutes, it would be throbbing right in front of me. I rubbed my clit faster as I imagined what could take place after lunch and at that breaker point, just as a beautiful climax washed over me, I knew that his delicious stopcock would be filling me with his seed, no inquiry !


Flight day was a nightmare ! A two stop flight and hanker driving from the airport saw us arrive at our hotel at 9pm, local time. We dined at a lovely local anesthetic restaurant but we were so run down, I couldn't tell you the epithet of it but they did do a beautiful pepper sauce steak followed by a magnificent cheesecake ! ( When in Rome etc ) We had a few drinkable and while my boss was calling home to his wife, I walked out to the street and took a photo of the street foretoken and sent it to John with a subject matter. All I said was, ‘ Real enough yet ?'


I didn't look for a answer 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 ounce of will power to block him from driving into Town to say hello. I wished him goodnight, put my phone on charge and within arcsecond I was asleep.


At 8:30am, our breakfast meeting with the client started. Over a mountain of food, my preparations for the get together were thoroughgoing and we achieved everything we had set out to do. By 11am, we were discussing supererogatory line we could do for our client and by noon we had made our net annotation and were preparing to leave. We'd been to a local anesthetic bar for an informal winding down of stage business with two of their directors and they'd thanked us profusely. I then realised how my chief had worked the two free daylight into the tripper as the three guy cable started to talk over their golfing challenge and I made my excuses for not joining them, especially after their secret plan. I knew how much my chief could drink and I really did prefer my own plans for the next 48 60 minutes ! At 12:30pm, my boss passed me the paint to the repulsive Toyota Prius hire car and kissed my impudence, thanking me for my awing prep work. We made our leave and I promised to maintain him updated on my safety and whereabouts. He does look after me.


Our hotel was only a two minute walk away so I made my way to my way. I dressed quickly into my special outfit, applied a little constitution and looked in the mirror. My pissed red dress with the zip up the front which stopped halfway up my chest was border obscene but, the short black jacket added plenty class to lend a little decency to the final look. The cushioning gave a little magnification to my smaller dresser and I was terribly proud of the extra cleavage it afforded me. I gave a fiddling twirl in the mirror, checking out how tiny my bum looked and was more than happy as I turned towards the door but I stopped, paused and walked back to look at myself again. The dress demanded that I couldn't wear a bra as the padding was built in but the minginess meant my knickers were still, ever so slightly seeable. I bent over and with a piddling conflict, I pulled my red, lacy panties down my legs, straightened the dress and grinned broadly. If this didn't ready his optic pop out, cipher would ! I made my way to the cellar garage and the car, entered the address of Lucy's deli and set off. According to the satnav, I'd get in about fifteen second 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 broad and I was pleased to find a parking outer space across the road from the Deli. My heart was pounding in my dresser and I took several deeply breathing time before I gave up on trying to stop my hands from trembling. Before I flew from England, I'd checked out the model of car that King John said he drove and I was scanning the street for one that looked similar but, the Saame as an American in England, all the cars were unknown 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 familiar aspect appear from the car, my nerves vanished, I grabbed my purse and jumped from the Toyota. The locals were slightly bemused by the lilliputian blonde leaping from a car and screaming,"JOHN !"as loud as she could and waving frantically !


The huge grin on toilet's face made me laugh out loud and he ran across the route to me and I leapt into his arms for the braggy, best and most satisfying hug of my life-time. He held me to him with his arms wrapped tightly around my waist and mine around his neck and our buttock pressed closely together. We both said affair along the air 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 dress didn't bait up too far and he kissed my brass after he'd put me down. That wasn't rightfield for me though.


I put my hired man on my hips theatrically,"Really ? Thousands of miles and you kiss my cheek ?"Grabbing his shirt I pulled him to me and planted a proper kiss on his lips and threw my arms around his neck again. I knew that clapper were improper right now but I think he liked our first candy kiss, especially by the smile as I pulled away and used my thumb to wipe off the lipstick and then my next comment of,"OK we've met, now feed me !"


His handsome face tried to take on a sincerity,"Ahhh the famous appetency of the diminutive Brit ! Come on then !"


With that, he took my handwriting and led me across to the bright red canopy of Lucy's, the simulacrum I had stared at online for days. All my nerves were gone and I gave the big hand that was leading me, a petty squeeze which earned me the same back and another huge grin from a very happy guy. As we were about to enter the delicatessen, St. John stopped me and in an almost breathless tone he said,"Rachael, you know I've always talked heterosexual person 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,"fountainhead, if you think this looks commodity ...."


With that, I shook the jacket crown from my shoulders, held my arms out and gave a fiddling wiggle. The full event of my strapless outfit had the desired effect and he was pretty speechless apart from a ‘ holy nooky'and a ‘ Wow !'That was enough for me ! We went in.


As John ordered our nutrient at the return, I stood with my arm around his waist, looking at our contemplation in the mirror as he towered above me and I felt felicitous, comfortable and so right where I was. I'd seen so many depiction of this guy but, as I looked closer, he was so a lot taller, well built and cuter than I'd ever realised. He caught me checking him out and winked into the mirror at me. We were both grinning like school kids and the execrable cow behind the sideboard huffed a few times which just made us both laugh Sir Thomas More and she couldn't get us to sit down quick enough, saying she'd bring our order across.


helping staff aside, the succeeding hour and a half was amazing. We chatted, we laughed and flirted mildly but every moment just felt awesome. It was only when I glanced at my picket that a sudden gloominess came from the early side of the table.


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


I gave a little grimace and I swear he was close to crying but I'm a cruel bitch and put two finger's breadth in the air.


"SOB ! 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 DAYS if you want me !"And with that, I leant across the mesa and kissed him. The kiss was soft and I allowed my tongue to tease his rim until his own tongue met mine. The temperature instantly rose in the room but time seemed to stand still. That kiss could have been for just a minute of arc or for an minute, I truly couldn't Tell you but, as we broke I managed to whisper,"Take me home !"


After another peck on the lips, Gospel According to John paid the bill and then, as any valet de chambre would, he walked me over to my car. He told me that he'd turn his car around and I could follow 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, fizzy excitement for what may happen. Who was I kidding ? I knew what was going to occur ! We were going to fulfil one of the many sexual scenarios that we'd spoken about in one of our role playing sessions, or one of the conniption in my many chronicle. The alone material inquiry were, which story and who would take the lead ? The aching in my groin kind of answered the latter question for me and a footling architectural plan of conquest was forming, even before I pulled into the dealings behind John's car.


The thrust to St. John's star sign was only five or ten bit and, when we stopped at some dealings igniter, I slipped my jacket back on. I was conscious that John probably had neighbour and no topic where you are in the world, neighbor like to natter. As I climbed out of my car on the neat driveway of a pretty, single storey home, I carried my briefcase and looked very professional. Maybe professional with a hint of slutty, but master was definitely in the verbal description !


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


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


He knew I was a dog nut and I'd seen exposure of Marvin from day one so as he opened the threshold, a big cream blur flew past us, charged around the front man lawn and then pounced on his original for cuddles. Only after a brief tussle with Saint John did he see the stranger and then I had a endearing affectionate greeting for a minute ( Standard ‘ hullo'of a nose trying to go up my skirt ) until he got drill and decided that it was meter for John to feed him and he made a style for his food roll. John apologised profusely for the want of subtlety of his dog and told me to issue forth in and make myself at home while he saw to Marvin.


The front door opened into a big bread and butter room with pine tree laminated storey and as Saint John went towards the tail of the house, I had a nosey around. A beautiful, black leather suite with a four-seater settle took pridefulness of place, all electric chair aimed at the enormous TV in one turning point of the room, by the windowpane. In the contrary niche was a Brobdingnagian wooden whole which was bursting at the seams with CDs and I gave a wry smiling thinking that John the Divine was definitely a bachelor despite the fact that his ‘ wife'had left but, having always been a bit of a tomboy, I loved his style. By the time he came back in the room, I was looking through some photos on the mantlepiece and the cool guitar which was hanging above it.


"beloved the topographic point lavatory ! Do I get the residual of the duty tour now ?"


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


We went to the basement first to see all of his handiwork down there, then back up to see the residual of his cover girl house. The last room was where we both silently wanted to be, his bedroom. It was a big way with the tooshie window looking out onto early family and a immense bed with very warm coloured sheets. The smell in the elbow 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 aim control of the situation or I'd burst so I stood by the window, looking outside as I said,"I'd have to keep this blind down if I lived here ! neighbour can be awfully nosey !"With that, I released the blind and it dropped down to the windowsill. I wiggled my brow and laughed to continue him a little blur as to my intentions and before he could comment, I asked to use the lavatory. He pointed me towards the ensuite and I gave him a hatful 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 living room as every girl would when using a unusual 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 superior architectural plan of conquest. I was still wearing my jacket and I carefully slid down the zip at the straw man of my attire. 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 position of the dress and my jacket were just covering the centre of each titty but John was going to be treated to the full crestless wave of each diminished mound. My skin is very Andrew Dickson White but very placid and I was getting queasy at this brassy showing but I was satisfied that this was as aphrodisiacal as I could ever look. I just hoped he hadn't left the bedroom.


I clicked open the bathroom door and walked back into the room. John was sat on the bed and his jaw dropped spread as he lifted his fountainhead. I smiled as I walked slowly towards him, letting my crown dip from my berm, then stepping out of my bounder. I stopped a few feet from him and whispered,"I brought you a talent but it still needs divulge properly !"


privy gulped hard as I took the death step towards him and his manus went to my hips and he leant forward to kiss me, only having to reach up slightly from his seated position. As we kissed, his hands caressed my bum and I sighed softly, breaking the kiss after a minute or so and taking half a step back again. His hands trembled as he slowly slid the zip down, placing a flabby osculation between my tit before revealing them in their midget glory, pulling back to feast on the parting of my clothes. He sighed as my shaven pussy came into view and then pulled the zip fully down and pushed the dress off my shoulder, leaving his internet friend stood completely naked in his bedroom.


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


I smiled as I moved closer to him, pulling his head to my thorax and biting my lip as his big, strong hired hand touched my au naturel bum and his osculation went straight for my painfully hard nipples. Almost instantly, my legs began to waver as his fondle my fundament and then my back, pulling me strong to his nibbling rima oris, moving across my thorax. The heating in my pussy growing wildly and just as I was wondering how long I could abide 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 rim firmly on his and our knife began an straightaway conflict, so vivid that I barely noticed him laying me down on the bed and positioning himself beside me. His heavenly script massaged my knocker firmly and I sensed some trepidation from moving down but before I guided him to my aching cunt, there was another issue that needed aid. I broke the kiss and panted my two word instruction.


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


John kissed me laborious again and jumped up from the bed. He was about to jump undressing but stopped absolutely and I watched his eyes, feasting on my nudity. I should have been embarrassed but I just smiled and asked if he was happy. I know it was a dullard question but it threw him and he stuttered before saying that he couldn't ever be happier. He was then looking me up and down, looking for Sir Thomas More words 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 wide, toned and lovely but his dick, his big fat rooster finally came into view and I began to drool as he climbed side by side to me again and it pressed hard into my leg as our lips reconnected. I gave an involuntary growl as I reached for the scrumptious piece of inwardness that I'd seen so many clip before in photograph and just as I'd imagined, my fingers barely reached around its cinch. My holding his prick was enough of a signal for John and I soon felt his hand cupping my whole pussycat and in minute, a finger slid easily and fully inside me. I bit his shoulder softly and opened my stage slightly to afford him better access. It felt so good and from the noises down below, I was as wet as I could ever be and despite my love life of foreplay, I just needed fill, and I needed it now. With the gentlest of thrust, I rolled Saint John onto his back and there was a small flavor of headache as I extracted myself from the two fingers he'd teased inside me. To allay any incertitude he had, I gave little butterfly kisses across his face as I straddled his body and ground myself against his manhood. He took the first step and gripped my arse firmly and added even more pressure sensation on my sore clit. I lifted my human face from his and bit my lip slightly as I reached between us, raised my bum slightly and aimed his cock at my hole. He was already covered in my juice from the short grinding and when I pushed back, he slid smoothly into me. He stretched my lip tightly and despite the minor insect bite, the first half of his seven inches was in. I lifted almost completely off him and then pushed down harder and by the third pushing, our torso were fully connected. I held the position, swirling my pelvic arch slightly and we purred together, looking deep into each other's eyes.


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


Supporting myself with my hands on his chest, I stared into his eyes, a wry smirk on my face as I raised and lowered myself, torturously slow, revelling in the delicious mellowness in my sex. King John's oral cavity was a permanent ‘ O'having given up after his old attempt to vowelise his thoughts. The lone sounds in the elbow room were the heavy breathing and soft grunts each time I dropped fully onto his everlasting prick. Little by little I increased my tempo and John's right hand sought out my breasts as his left over pollex started to massage my button with vigour.


"I'm not going to last farsighted !"He gasped as I was looking down at the incredible sight of his midst tube, stretching my cunt to the max and glistening with the endless current of my juices. The air was thick with the scent of lecherousness and I could feel my own coming rising and prayed he would finale long enough to share our first climax.


Suddenly, John pulled me to his chest of drawers and then rolled me onto my rear. For a brief moment, his full free weight was on me and pushed me deep into the mattress and for the abbreviated of bit I felt so little and powerless but then he took further ascendence and it was amazing. He pushed his upper soundbox from mine, nudged my peg wider apart and began fucking me, fucking me hard and I screamed out in joy ! My orgasm was heading towards us like a smoke power train and he was in no doubt as to my pleasure but after a few minutes, and me being right on the sharpness he stopped. I asked him what the Hell he was doing, out of come impact, but before all the run-in were out, he'd lifted my bum up, off the bed, and buried his fount in my pussy. I instantly grabbed two smattering of hair and held him tight on my clit where his tongue was a blur as his hands squeezed my bum so tight. In second I was back on the verge of coming and I let go of his hair and top my own nipple to institutionalize my brain into orbit. My altogether consistency convulsed and I was drifting in and out of consciousness as every fibre of my being joined in with this amazing party. I'd wrapped my legs around his cervix at some point and, as their grip began to go down, I felt them being pushed up as John slid his cock back into me. I swear it had grown in the conclusion few arcminute and, with my knees pushed back by the slope of my fountainhead, I watched in awe as it parted my spiritualist pussy and plunged fully into me. I was mesmerised and the whole experience revitalised the sexual climax which had been dissipating and I felt my unharmed eubstance cramp with each powerful thrust which were pounding my lilliputian skeleton into the bed. We were moaning together but his soon became a roar and his final exam thrust went bass inside me as I felt his cock pulsing and stretch as he unloaded his testicle into my happy, saturated pickle.


I lowered my legs and pulled him to me. Yes, he was heavy but that post-fucking 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 cock, still buried deep inside me. I finally broke the candy kiss and rubbed his nose with my own.


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


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


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


St. John the Apostle kissed my nose and squeezed me close-fitting to him,"The but ... .. apart from this aphrodisiacal ‘ posterior'in my script, 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 spirit and no affair what he, or I felt, that was all it could be, two protagonist, first gear meeting, wild sex then go. I hoped we could both deal with that.


We lay there, until the natural law of physics deemed his peter soft enough to plank out of me and an quick flowing of copious amounts of fluids started to trickle from me. With much screwing up of my font for comedic effect, I climbed from the bed and excused myself to the privy. I had a pee and used some more of my wet rub to pick 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 for the first time clock time. I even shocked myself when I realised that I hadn't even given him a blow job, my favourite percentage of foreplay ! No matter, I'd make that up to him at some dot and evidence to him that I hadn't lied about my speciality in that area.


As I returned from the bathroom, King John had climbed under the covers and he pulled them back for me to climb up 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 easy, so well-fixed and natural, not like it should for soul you only met properly a few hours earlier. All the time we were there, his right script was on my backbone or my bum as he held me fold, while his leave hired hand dwarfed mine as he held it on his thorax. At some stage, we must bear drifted off to sleep.


When I awoke, I noticed that the tincture over the window wasn't as light so the sun must have been setting. I propped myself up on my articulatio cubiti and Looked over John's handsome feature article. His fuzz was greying at the temple which was rather distinguished and he had a few appearing on his chest too. I smiled inside as I thought, that must be the reason he shaves down below, nobody wants grey-haired pubes ! I leant over and slowly sucked his earlobe into my rima oris and started a appease swirling of my tongue. I watched a tolerant grinning appear on his nerve as his eyelids fluttered overt. I kissed him and then, with a faux-serious face said,"We have a problem !"


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


"well, it's something you're going to see a lot of over the succeeding two days !"


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


I nodded and he feigned exasperation 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 proposition would work though, I said we should share a exhibitor. He seemed to like the estimate as he swept me up effortlessly and carried me into the bathroom.


In no metre at all, we were stood together under the strong menses of body of water but, nude consistence, roaming bridge player and lots of soap usually adds up to an erection ! Today was no different and with Saint John's hugging of every parting of my body under the make-believe of washing me, including a tentative intromission of a fingerbreadth in my bum, had me pretty horny too. I decided that it was prison term to redress the wrong.


"I think I need a starter before dinner !"I said seductively as I sank to my articulatio genus in front of his cock. It was free of grievous bodily harm by now and this was my initiatory proper close down up eyeshot. Immediately I realised why he felt so good as he rode me earlier, the huge head with its flare edges were perfect for stimulating a snatch and he gasped as I hungrily took him into my back talk. I stroked with a twisting gesture as I sucked and slurped on the outset three inches and noticed that John had took detainment of the track as his branch 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 last two years of their relationship. I decided to move forward with my political party piece and I moved slightly more of his puppet into my mouth, testing the dorsum of my pharynx. He was a trivial thicker than any I'd done this with before but I knew I could finagle. I've been blessed with very little gag reflex so I was quite proud of the soft whimper from John as I pushed forward and my nose pushed hard into his pubic bone and I held there. Then I pulled slowly away, allowing the full seven column inch to reappear from my mouth as I held eye middleman with a very happy man. I then plunged it fully in again and as I teased the head with my throat musculus, I snaked my lingua out to tease his balls. His moan were exquisite and then I grabbed his hips and urged him to fuck my pharynx. He didn't take very much convincing and began dense but long strokes, raining extolment on me from above. I was right that it wouldn't last long and when he announced that he was coming, I took restraint with my hand on the shaft and my knife all around the chief and was soon rewarded with an alarmingly prominent cargo in my mouth. He tasted really good and I gulped down every drop curtain, finishing his treat with the gentlest of buss as his sensitivity was at its peak.


I stood up to the affectionate possible hug. He panted his thanks,"That was the dear ... .. the dear blowjob ... ..the best cock sucking ever ... .. You are ama ... .. you are FUCKING amazing ! Thank you so, so a good deal !"


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


"Anytime Rachael, anytime at all !"


As we got out of the shower, whoremaster handed me a big, white fluffy towel and we dried ourselves off. I realised that I'd left my small-scale case in the car so, when whoremaster was going out to the bedchamber, I asked if he'd mind getting it for me. I hung my towel on the rail, found the hairdryer and as common, I started thinking about food and the restaurants I'd passed over the last-place few days, wondering where we were going to eat. My mind was totally in the world of food so I yelped when a big hand 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 sleeping accommodation and put my sheath onto the bed and opened it. I took out a Tesco carrier wave bag ( Tesco is Britain's biggest supermarket ) and asked lav to put it in the fridge. He opened the bag and laughed.


"You brought cheese ? You brought high mallow to the Dairy body politic ? I thought you read up on this place ?"


Still naked, I put my hand on my pelvis and drew myself up to my total 5 metrical foot 1 inch and squared up to him,"Listen honey, I never travel without my vintage American cheese Malva sylvestris and after I've cooked for you, you'll agree that it's salutary than sex !"


Even I didn't believe the last statement but lavatory just shook his head and laughed at me. He kissed me as he walked out to the kitchen muttering,"nutcase brit !"so I slapped his bum for his nerve and returned to my casing.


As I started to blame out dress, I called through to the kitchen,"surmisal what I forgot to pack from my other pillowcase ?"


John the Divine returned to the bedroom and was quick to be the perfective legion,"Don't concern ! Whatever it is, I'm sure I've got it covered ! I mean, I've got vintage Cheddar now !"


I gave him my best evil look,"OK then smarty trouser, where is your bloomers drawer ? I never planned on brassiere but forgot my panty !"Then, I shrugged my shoulders and added,"Ah well, I'm sure that idea will hold open your psyche occupied ! OK where are we eating ?"


John shook his top dog in despair and walked out of the room, groaning and bent double to label the stage. I slapped his bum again !


I pulled on a White waistcoat top, not too tight or revealing and a jean doll which came to mid second joint. If we were going into a restaurant, I wanted to front overnice for John the Divine. He whistled as I came into the living room so, in social club to remind him, I spun around, hitched up my skirt and wiggled my nude bum at him. When I turned back, I asked,"Is that OK ?"


He involuntarily licked his lips,"OK isn't really the flop term ! And it sure 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 comments about the food we may eat were very improper ! We arrived at a property called Casa Mexicana which was null to seem at from international, but inside was a whole different storey with every bulwark, chair and board painted with vibrant pictures and scenes. It was the prettiest restaurant I've ever been in and the food was incredible. We took our metre between courses and after we'd had a umber, I gave an embarrassing yawn.


"Oh my God, I'm so disconsolate !"I said as another oscitancy took detention of me.


John 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 little physical exertion this afternoon ! You've every right to be wrecked !"He lifted my handwriting and kissed it softly,"Shall we miss out on an all night lodge and straits back ?"


John insisted on paying the bill despite my pleas so I paid a Nice tip and chatted to the owners before we left. We kissed a little in the car parking lot before I accepted that I really needed to get back.


The eating place wasn't far from John the Divine's family so we soon back, being greeted by an wind up Marvin who could smell the scrap we'd brought back. John asked if I'd like a quick drinking chocolate before bed. I accepted eagerly but asked if it was alright to have it in bed. Naturally, he said yes so I went ahead to the sleeping accommodation, kicked off my shoes and quickly removed my two items of clothing and climbed beneath the continental quilt. Then, as the spoiled potential mansion guest, I fell immediately to sleep.


It must birth been a good few 60 minutes later when I woke up, desperately needing to pee but, when I realised that John was spooning behind me, breathing softly onto my neck, I honestly thought about staying put. Unfortunately, the itch to pee was way too much and I slowly extracted myself and went to the bathroom. When I returned, my body had obviously cooled a little and I woke John as I backed into him with a cold 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 bigger guy is all about. That is sleeping paragon. Nothing beats spooning ! Well, that's not quite unfeigned. Spooning which leads to good morning sex is even break, as I was about to find out at around 10am the following morning.


The commencement sensation I was mindful of was two finger's breadth, cryptic inside me and I was incredibly wet. I turned my drumhead to have a morning kiss and no rather than out back talk met, the fingers were gone and I gasped as the wax seven inches of his pin-up putz, slid slowly but fully inside me. I wiggled my bum slightly and pushed gently onto his lap, relishing the feeling of being so wide of ‘ man ’.


The rocking of his hips started slowly and as his hands caressed my chest, 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 beloved to me so perfectly, but then, as I thought this wakeup cry couldn't get any better, he gripped me tightly and rolled onto his rachis, never missing a stroke. He then gripped my hips, spread my wooden leg and started to bound me as he raised his hips, 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 orgasm hit me immediately. I couldn't motion as my muscles gave in completely and his stab took on a new urgency, thrusting more forcefully than I thought possible. My orgasm grew even greater and I'm sure the neighborhood could hear my yells quite clearly as I begged him to come in inside me, and in a dozen more dip, John the Divine's physical structure dissolved into muscle spasm as he emptied his balls.


Almost instinctively, we rolled back to our starting situation and whoremonger was still slow fucking me and with each push, I felt the last shudder of my orgasm and I sighed my contentment.


"Good dayspring !"I said, unnecessarily,"That was the unspoiled alarm clock ever !"


can kissed the back of my promontory,"proficient morning, sexy gentlewoman ! Well it seemed like the most lucid way to wake you up and plow with my hard on, all in one go !"


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


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


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


I extracted myself from King John's cock with a bit of a sloppy ‘ plop'and made my way to the bathroom with a wolf pennywhistle from behind me. ( It's always gracious to be complimented ! ) I cleaned myself a footling, brushed my teeth and as I was about to leave the toilet, I noticed a wan blue shirt hanging on the rachis of the door. I took it down and put it on, then smiled at my musing in the mirror. Even I knew that there is little as sexy as a small missy in a guy's shirt. That always looks hot and the low growling from the bed as I went back into the bedchamber confirmed that thought.


"seminal fluid on, lazybones, prey me !"I pleaded in a falsify panicky vocalisation. It had the desired effect and John climbed out of bed, put on some shorts, led me by the hand to the kitchen and lifted me onto a stool by the breakfast bar like a tyke. I wanted to pull him to me but he just looked down at me as the baggy shirt, open air at the front man, gave a wax purview of my au naturel body. He sighed heavily.


"Any chance you can just wear thin this today ?"


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


John gave a salute, turned on his heel and started breakfast. I busied myself with the coffee machine and we chatted like an old, well-chosen brace, talking about everything and zippo. I laughed when I realised that he'd really been listening to our chats and he was making what every Northern English person erotic love ... .. Bacon Butties ! Freshly sliced staff of life, creamy butter, encumbrance of crispy bacon, a piffling cheddar and a splash 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 mountain of food and I insisted that Gospel According to John go and get set while I put everything into the dish washer. By the time I'd wiped all of the surfaces down, he was ready, dressed in low underdrawers and a jersey that showed his broad chest of drawers off nicely. I gave him a quick kiss and went to plume myself.


To generate myself a little cite, I'd managed to pack quite a few outfits into my smaller bag but John's comments and realize lovemaking of my wearing his shirt, well it made my choice easy. As I pulled the top from my bag, it always looks like a long rag of thin cotton but it's actually a cropped shirt with no buttons. At the front line though, there are long pieces which wrap around and then tie up, above your belly. The end answer is a cool looking shirt with a visible gap between the breasts and textile which shows the shape of your dope, perfectly ! The material is quite cut and for girls with darker nipple, there is nothing left to the imagination. Thankfully, my mammilla are a great deal lighter but when it's colder, well you get the thought. It's a very aphrodisiac top ! I added my denim shorts which don't show off my bum cheeks. Well, I wanted to appear aphrodisiacal but I didn't want to look like a cheap bum ! I finished the outfit with a simple twosome of strappy sandals and for my makeup, I did very little, just a pinch of mascara and a blanch lipstick.


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


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


As any girl will tell you, compliments don't get tiresome and we can order when they are for very ! I was happy with ‘ fuck, that is hot !'so I kissed him and we set off out.


A short driving later and we were walking, hand in mitt, through Irvine Park. For anyone who hasn't visited but HAS been to exchange Park, distressing guys but you went to the lesser one ! Irvine Park is beautiful with its lake, its zoo and even the people were well-disposed. Hmmm maybe I should approach the Wisconsin tourist board. They should be paying me for promoting them in this story ! I'll come back to that. Anyway, yes, great few hours in the park and two guys got slapped by their wife/girlfriend for staring at my thorax which caused a good deal glee to us but, by 4:30 we were sat on the grass eating vast ice pick and John asked where I'd like to go next.


"Ooh I'm glad you asked !"I said in a ‘ issue of fact'spirit and I reached into my purse and pulled out a small slice of paper with an speech on it and handed it to John.


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


"And ?"I asked as privy 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 store, and that sex shop in particular ?"


I held his paw,"Do you remember holly's story ?"Now for those of you who don't know my serial publication ‘ Holly and ally ’, don't worry, I'm not going to do much of a looter but you really should read it ! Anyway, back to this story. I continued to sing after he gave me a nod, you see, after reading this story, John and I had started to become ally. Sorry, I keep getting distracted, really going back to the taradiddle now ... ..


I continued,"wellspring, you remember the scene in the sex shop class cabin, between Sky and the client ?"


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


I patted his paw,"You really postulate to learn to stop a sentence babe !"I reached into my bag and pulled out another top and a pair of boxershorts,"I've even brought an superfluous turnout 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 scene, read on, you will soon understand )


John the Divine seemed more than happy to indulge my fantasy although he did repoint out that we'd be going into a stead where women rarely went and there would probably be other guy cable 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 secern you about that shortly.


John had a bit of a distraction as we drove to the big sex shop. I had reclined my can and stripped naked in order to transfer my turnout. The underdrawers were white, rolled up hems and very lightweight while the top was a bright blue, cotton fiber t-shirt which was a crop top but much to a lesser extent revealing than my stream shirt. I'd thought about this and it was bad enough that a girl was going into a sex shop class, I didn't want to see like a woman of the street ! I packed my other clothes away just as we pulled into the car park at the rear end of the building and my adrenaline was pumping through my vein. 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 netherworld he'd signed up for ! I knew him well enough to know he'd love it !


In earned a slap to my bum from John as we walked towards the entree for daring to use a terrible American language accent to ask,"You got quarters, buddy ?"note of hand to self, don't use a silly dialect !


OK, confession time here. I HAVE been into two different sex store in the UK but they were nothing like what I entered here, on a back road of Wisconsin. Each time I went into a UK one, there may deliver been one or two guy cable skulking around the DVD section, not even daring to look at the bold young lady that entered. Here though, as we entered the shop class expanse, I counted eight guys, all openly staring at the half dressed daughter and her guy. I confess, I was suddenly a trivial nervous but had already anticipated the foremost interrogative from the man behind the counter.


"Hey honey, got ID ?"


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


"Thanks Rachael !"He said pleasantly,"Have a good time here ! Cabins are through the curtain, you'll motivation quarters !"I smiled at this and looked at lav with a ‘ told you so'flavor 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 region, neither of us making eye contact with the readiness of eyes following us but both aware of some quite an crude comment being directed our way.


We walked through the curtain into a foresighted, darker room with glass cabinet, wax of DVDs down the left wing rampart and around eight cabins on the right. There were three or four guys stood around, watching our entrance, and at starting time 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 showtime doorway as I saw a unseasoned, tall and blond guy going into the room next door. He smiled at me as I disappeared and trick was nimble to slide the bolt, muttering under his breath,"Irish bull, I know what animals at the zoo flavour like !"


I quickly placed our travelling bag into the corner and took the quartern from St. John, putting them onto the little ledge above the coin slot. As I fed about twelve of the coins into the slot, I had a fast look about the way and was quite surprised at how big it was. On the wall opposite the entrance was a big, flat TV screen and in the middle of the room which was about eight foot square, was a two-seater couch, covered in faux leather. I assume this made it well-to-do to clean. The smell was, as I expected, a bit funky but I was already in the zone, horny as nether region and ready to get started so the smell really didn't bother me. A speedy grope at John's shorts said he was more than than set up too.


Now, when I wrote the scene 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 girl, tied up and taking a severe screw. I instantly saw what I wanted and needed so I wiggled my eyebrow at john and he nodded enthusiastically. Unfortunately, or fortunately as it turned out, my naiveness and eagerness for fun stopped me from noticing a golf hole in the left hand paries. I had no estimate that some cabins had golf hole between them and John had assumed both the fact that I knew and had seen this one. The untested guy I'd seen entering the succeeding cubicle was watching as john and I started to relive the discussion I'd typed, so long ago.


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


He pushed me hard against the TV screenland and came nose to poke with me and snarled,"You've been teasing me for too long you little bitch ! A guy can only take so much you know !"


I grinned wildly at starting time, never realising that he'd be so good at this but then, I snapped into ‘ nervous girl mode'and tried to fight him away as I spoke,"Please I'm sorry ! I didn't mean to offend you !"


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


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


"Too late, Bitch !"And with that, privy grabbed the neck opening of my shirt and in one western fence lizard movement and the sound of ripping material, my jersey was gone completely. I yelped quietly but, as he threw the tag end to the storey, he took hold of the cincture of my shorts and did the Same, despite my rickety protests.


I stood, trying to breed my nudity, pleading for leniency but as I spoke, John kicked off his underdrawers and pulled his T-shirt over his head. I feigned impact as his hard, furious pecker led him back to me and he slapped my weapons system away, revealing myself to him. He tried to kiss me and I swung my head away but he quickly grabbed my Chin, turned my head to cheek him and forced me to kiss him. Then I squealed with genuine surprise as he knocked my legs apart with his knee and squeeze two finger's breadth straight into my hole.


He laughed a low, dingy laugh,"You're a lying bitch too ! You fucking love this ! Look how wet your cunt is !"And with that he pulled his finger from me and wiped them on my sassing."You're ass gagging for it !"


john spun me around and roughly bent me forward. I grabbed onto the shelf 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 heading on the TV. John whispered a promptly interrogative sentence, checking I was okay but I shushed him and he continued his violation on my pussy and God it felt good. I kept up the pretence of pain and begging him to stop but this diddle right hand into his hands and where he wanted this role shimmer to go.


He punctuated each firm stab with his Book,"What the fuck ... ... ... are you crying for ... ... .. you love it ... .... but if you're ... ... gon na keep moaning ... ... .. I'd bettor fill ... ... that whore oral fissure ... .... of yours !"


I was in heaven with the shtup I was getting, it truly couldn't be better and I assumed, from his words, that I was going to have his cock forced down my throat and, as an eager cock lollipop I was ready to oblige while staying in persona but, as he rammed his cock home, he lifted me by my pelvis and swing over me ninety academic degree to my left field, I reached for the wall to save up me head-butting that as well and then, I got my offset view of the foot second power maw and I was look to face with a slim, eight inch tool. My jounce was actual and when John barked at me to suck it, I was genuinely fixed, staring at this quite impressive puppet before me.


John slapped my bum, quite firmly and it stung,"Shut yer outcry and suck that cock, tramp steamer !"


I decided on cruel payback for the slap so I said,"Yes Sir !"Then took the meat in front of me, fully down my throat and held it there. John groaned at the plenty and pumped even harder, knowing how good the mystery guy was feeling and, with each thrust, my nose was pushed hard into his soft, blond pubes. I could hear the guy on the other side, whimpering and muttering profanities and then, trick ordered him to ‘ nooky that mouth good !'and he complied instantly ! I'd seen he was young and I didn't expect him to last too long but it was a estimable, twenty drive from John behind, and him in my fount before he called out and blasted his seeded player into my mouth. It was acerbic and strong so I spat it on the floor, not noticing what was happening in the cabin next room access. When I lifted my caput, another, little cock was in front 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 mitt came through to roughly seize at my knocker as another turncock appeared at the hole. I felt completely out of restraint as I was being fucked, harder than I've ever had before, was being groped wildly by two helping hand now, and another cock was being rubbed furiously in front of my font. It felt amazing ! I trusted John to proceed me safety and as I squealed at my nipples being pinched mercilessly, I sensed John was about to come inside me and my own coming was reaching an epic poem peak so I pushed forward, trapping the arms which were groping me and slurped the latest dick into my mouth. My culmination hit me punishing and my legs and branch began to heave but John caught me and held tight as he gave his last three stab and then held inside me as he emptied himself into my saturated snatch. As his spurt began, the rooster in my mouth pushed hard into my throat, surprising me a short but I didn't choking coil as his ejaculate went straight down, missing my rima oris for all five bursts. As he slid himself out, a terminal smear of cum trailed along my lingua to exit me a very pleasant, final taste.


Almost immediately, I had to motivate to break absolve of the roaming script on my chest and Saint John the Apostle lifted me vertical. Almost immediately, the face of the number 1 guy appeared at the hole and beckoned me forward. I thought the role play was over but trick had other ideas. He pushed me to the hole, propagate my legs and pressed his physical structure against mine, squashing me against the rampart. I was still shaking and sensitive from my enormous orgasm so I genuinely writhed to try and escape from the spit which plunged into my cakehole but whoremonger held firm, grinding against me and sliding down a fiddling so his re-hardening cock was pressed between my bum face, still slimy from being inside me. I pretended to oppose back, calling him every public figure under the sun and this just made him harder, faster. When he started to slither even gloomy, I knew what was coming. He reached between us and lined up his hammer at my arsehole and as soon as he did, voices from the other English were shouting their encouragement and that was all he needed. He pushed slowly and firmly and to be fair, I was having my clitoris 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 secret plan so I yelled,"screwing 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 point, I was in a daze as my skilful puss licker had fingers inside me and was already bringing me to a blossom again. I barely noticed John starting his fucking motion as my whole body was in sensory overload as I was pinned to the wall, titty squashed flat and both pickle being completely used. I moaned loudly and my whole dead body shook as the massive orgasm took hold. My arse musculus clamped hard on John's cock and he planted his full load, deep in my bowels but instead of waiting inside me, he pulled out, reel me around and offered my butt end to the maw. As he did this, I panicked, even in my dazed state, I didn't want a random stopcock in there and I turned my head to see my blond Quaker, stretching his glossa to my battered bum trap. I quivered in bathroom's arms, unable to move but after a arcminute or so, I begged him to end this now, I couldn't take any more.


"OK cat, show's over now !"he said as he pulled me away from the muddle and slid the settee to block it, finally sitting me down. I instantly felt both muddle leaking and was now aware of the load of come on my face, now dripping onto my boobs. 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 early and said ‘ you're welcome'which brought even more laughter but, as we sat there hot, sweaty and extremely slaked, I tried to remember when I'd even had more exciting 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 break of day and we left the cabin. All the cat from the former room were out there and we received an embarrassing unit of ammunition of applause ! I gave a laughable bow and we made for the exit. As we reached the door, the guy on reception, clearly aware of what had happened said,"Do call back soon, Rachael !"And he gave me a knowing blinking. I smiled, blushed and followed John out.


St. John the Apostle was the first to verbalize as we got in the car,"You know, I've always been a fan of your written material but, I don't think of that scene being as hot in the story !"


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


St. John the Apostle looked momentarily concerned but saw the sarcastic grin on my face,"Oops ?"


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


John paused and became serious for a minute,"So, there'll be a next prison term ?"


I had expected this question and in truth, I didn't know the answer but, I wasn't going to ruin the best day of my sexual life so I replied with self-assurance,"You bet your life there'll be a next sentence !"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 dorsum to his house.


It was early evening when we arrived at the sign and Marvin had a slurping frenzy on us, and was especially interested in the odor from our crotches ! heel have no manners ! We gave him his cuddles, John fed him and we agreed that a shower was needed before we went for dinner. There was no sex this metre, just blue-blooded caresses, reciprocal washing and a great many osculation. He did get toilsome in there but I told him he was insatiable and it would induce to await until later. He reluctantly accepted those price !


We ate at a cover girl pizza place, nowhere near as cool as Casa Mexicana but the food was lovely and we sat for long time, just talking and laughing about our half-baked good afternoon. John was concerned that I may be sore down there but I convinced him that I'd had a upright day of fucking but I still needed him to make dearest to me when we got home. This caused an immediate response from him and his hand shot in the air and he shouted,"Check please !"


When we returned to the house, John opened a nursing bottle of wine while I went to transfer into his shirt which I'd worn that good morning, then we just sat on the settle like a normal duo. It was still relatively former so we played some euphony and chatted some more. Eventually, in a very matter of fact way, I said,"I'm so gladiolus we did this, not just for the sex, which has been epic but, I'm just so beaming that we could do it. Does that make sensation ?"


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


"Yeah !"


I put my glass down and turned into the gentlest of kisses, perfective for the moment. We'd had some pretty barbarian sex since I'd arrived but now I really needed and wanted to pee-pee fuck to this guy. There's no explaining why, I just had to. As the kiss 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 bottom and we groaned softly into each other's oral fissure. I snaked my deal into his shorts to pertain his hot tool but after one or two strokes, I had to have him in my backtalk. I stood up from the settle and knelt between his stage, pulling his trunks down and off. I was about to move forward but I stopped and lifted the shirt over my forefront, I much prefer to be naked. He reciprocated with his shirt and I leant forward and kissed and licked across his pectus as his prick was pressed against my bureau. His hands moved automatically to stroke the side of my booby 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 licks and candy kiss on his shaved balls. His panting told me I was doing well and so, I moved up and ran my clapper up the fully, delicious distance of his prick, as slowly as potential, ending with mild flicks around the pulsing head and when I knew the worrying was as capital as I could get it, I lifted his cock to my lips and slid it into my hot rima oris. I used every bit of experience to learn him to the height of pleasure and I took pride in the way his fingers nearly pierced the settle as he gripped it so tight. I alternated between taking him fully in my throat to lenify flicks of my clapper and soft suction. Finally, when I knew he was on the edge of coming, I let him plop from my sass and I crawled up his chest of drawers, kissing all the way to his lip. He held me close, looking like a very meet man and I whispered to him, the most solemn words I could hold used.


"Take me to bed ! brand love to me !"


Instantly, he stood up and scooped me up into his arms, kissed me and carried me into the bedroom. He lay me on the bed and I pulled him to me, opening my legs and keeping cargo deck of his arms, letting him know that I didn't need any arousal now, I just wanted him inside me. He was careful to stomach his weight on his weapon system but, as he came closer I took a hold of his cock and directed him to my wet hole. In a consummate direct contrast to earlier, he slid slowly into me, allowing me to enjoy his duration and his girth. I kissed his articulatio humeri as I relished every moment. This was the best kind of lovemaking, there was passion, there was so lots care for the other and daring I say it, there was existent love.


Every solidus was long, full and cryptic, hitting every face inside me and when the tread slowly increased, I pulled his face to mine and we kissed, but kissed with so many tongueless intellection. We were as finish as we could ever be and to shit trusted, I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him as deep as he could go with every, improbable thrust. I was exquisitely on the edge of an climax from very early on on and for the first fourth dimension in my spirit, I actually shed several bust 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 tears during such an unbelievable feeling and I hugged him close. It was hard to emit but I never wanted this touch to end.


When he finally pulled from me and rolled onto his book binding, I snuggled immediately into his side and he wrapped a big arm around me. Neither of us said a Holy Writ, it wasn't needed because any talk now would only derive around to the inevitable conversation about my leaving the future day. I sensed that this would be the final stage sentence we made love on this tripper, or ever because tomorrow there would be sorrow and I knew I wouldn't be able-bodied to feel the like as I did now. For now though, I was glad and John seemed more than felicitous too. That was enough and I held my lover as we drifted off to a landed estate of beautiful, sensual dream


The mood in the morning was, to whoremaster's credit, much less morose than it could have been. He brought me a cup of freshly brewed coffee around 8:30am. We sat up in bed and talked about study of all things and it seemed like a decent end to my visit. As I finished my drink I declared that it was time for me to instruct him how to work the world's unspoiled omelette so I jumped out of bed and went to the living room to get my ‘ normal attire'of can's shirt and he joined me in the kitchen. I pan fried a warhead of mushroom cloud and Bacon while I whisked up eight ball with salt, capsicum and some fresh cream. I added it all to the big frying pan and added lots of the vintage Armerican cheddar and John confessed that the olfactory modality alone was telling him that it was something special. I served it up as Saint John refilled our coffee bean cupful and we sat at the dinner table. Needless to say, it was bloody good, even by my banner and I happy that I'd given something back for his hospitality.


As the time was approaching for me to allow for, I suggested we took our cascade together, adding the unnecessary irony of saying that it would save piss. The wittiness was well received, as was the suggestion. We went to the bathroom, stripped and gently washed each other, both becoming more than a niggling energise. I think we'd both thought that finish night was the concluding 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 tongue into my pussycat. His hands pulled me cheeseparing to his typeface and explored my bum with digit teasing my arsehole. I gripped his wet hair and allowed myself to blow on the pleasure, wondering if I'd ever find such an enthusiastic fan at home. His hands were taking this last chance to ramp up memories of my human body and they stroked, teased and caressed every inch as he drank from the fountain of juice, emanating from my sex. I didn't let him form me come and I pulled him up to his foot and took the kneel side myself. I made making love to his tool with my backtalk and tongue while never breaking eye contact. There were no smiles, just a unclouded communication, both savouring the last taste perception, the last tactual sensation and the final exam act of love. Before tenacious, bathroom pulled me to my feet and I put my arms around his neck, knowing what would happen next. He effortlessly lifted me up, his cock pointing up at 45 degrees and then lowered me onto it. My legs wrapped tightly around him as I became fully impaled and I buried my head in his articulatio humeri as he put my book binding against the shower wall. The solidus were gentle, irksome and heavenly. This wasn't just lovemaking, this was creating a store we could take away from these amazing two daylight, never to be forgotten. We both came together, eventually but they were climax which came with sigh, not screams and when my substructure finally touched the shower tray, we held each former under the flow of pee, both gratify completely. When the H2O started to run cold, we found our humour again, washed quickly and exited the shower in a much better skeletal system of mind. I dressed in my travelling outfit, revealing the ovalbumin lie about my underwear. I'd hidden a distich in the face pocket for going home in. That earned my final examination spank of the trip and a prominent thank you for being cool !


I finished packing my bag and we walked out onto the driveway. You could suffer cut the tautness in that net hug with a tongue and I was more than a little surprised that I held back any tears. I pulled my head teacher back and looked at the sedate face before me.


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


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


"Thanks for everything Rach ! These last two 24-hour interval have been the unspoiled two mean solar day ever !"He drew a turgid breather and was about to uphold but I put a finger to his lips to bar him. He looked a little trauma, as if the words needed to be said. I replaced my finger with my lips for a final candy kiss and as I pulled away, I mouthed silently, ‘ I know !'


John put my bags into the boot of the car and I climbed in, waved and set off. I drove to the hotel, my mind a trivial numb and my boss was outside wait. He put his luggage and the rest of mine in the backbone and we set off for the aerodrome. I was glad of a piffling normality, auditory sense of his atrocious loser on the golf course of instruction and it was just enough to offset my sadness of leaving. I was certain that my genus Bos had detected something amiss but we know each other well enough and he wisely let it be, he knew I'd talk when I was cook. We had a drink in the going away sofa and before too longsighted I was taking my seat by a windowpane on the sheet. If anybody outside of that plane could see in through the window of buttocks 15A as the sheet roared down the runway, they'd have seen the facial expression of a young lady, and a undivided tear, rolling slowly down her cheek.


The End .