The get together

Anyone who knows me, even a fiddling, will lie with that I used to be a unconstipated member of a sex forum and would get very convoluted with writing sex narrative, posting racy pictures and union in with extremely combative and lively argumentation. Despite my diminutive stature, my attitude was not of a meek and modest person. That was the public part and it was a good escape from my really life.


Anyone who knew me just on that site knew another part of me, the actual me and I could count on my fingers, the people who I allowed to know that Rachael. We'd share personal account of our lives, photo of the most informal nature and we'd even chat on messenger when we were away from the site. The people who knew me the effective, I could number on the digit of one hand ... .. with two digit amputated ! This story is about one of those three, privy, a guy that I truly thought that I'd never, ever meet.


I live in a sleepy village in the beautiful Cheshire countryside in Great Britain. It's a wondrous place to live, I have a slap-up kinfolk, ace job and my lifespan is good. At the prison term of this narrative, I'd been unceremoniously dumped by my boyfriend because his sister in law made some ugly comments about me and he found it sluttish to chuck me than to be a man and represent me. C'est la vie !


Now I mentioned my job in the utmost 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 hoi polloi. I'm not being smug about that, just very proud of my achievement ! The other cool thing about my job, being a Personal Assistant to the managing theater 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 misstep in EU and occasionally, America.


Anyway, back to being ditched ... ..


Apostle of the Gentiles had left me and as common, I was on-line trying to cheer myself up a bit. John was having his own issues and his married woman had recently moved out. He said that the lone dispute when she left was that his grocery bill had halved as they'd not sleep together for over six calendar month. I really felt for him and jokingly I said, ‘ I'll have to come up over and cheerfulness you up !'


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


I laughed out aloud as I read his subject matter but not for a reasonableness you'd think ! In ten days meter I was flying out to WI with my genus Bos and for all the fourth dimension we'd talked, I never thought to ask in which State he lived. I knew that my next comment 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 place called Chippewa pin, Wisconsin to see a client who does security installations.'To add to the truth, I quickly added, ‘ Peacock security measure Inc'


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


It was my turn to be stunned, ‘ Yeah yeah ! A unscathed State and you live in the niggling township I'm visiting !'


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


My reply was pretty often automatic because we had spoken for so long and I really considered him a confidante and close supporter. I simply typed, ‘ Well it would be rude if we didn't fit up !'


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


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


He suddenly became like a dizzy minor so I calmed him a little and said I had no idea of the itinerary as yet but I promised him two matter and made crystallise one other period. Firstly, I promised that we would definitely run across. second base, I would try to arrange things so we could give a unhurt afternoon to catch up but he was treating me to food. Lastly, I said that we would have to meet somewhere populace because, despite the fact we'd chatted for years, I wanted to be 200 % sure of him as I didn't want to impart my boss as a chaperone ! He accepted it all with his usual good grace 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 porn website ! Oddly though, I couldn't postponement !


workplace was busy so the time went quickly and I was keeping a little secret up my sleeve. I'd explained to my chief, with a few flannel lies, that an old phratry ally lived in the township and asked if we could adjust things to hand me a little clock time to grab up. I thought he'd assume that I meant an afternoon or an evening to have dinner party. When he gave me the revamped route, he'd allocated two mean solar day and two nights that I'd have to myself in Chippewa Falls. I decided immediately to not tell trick, just in compositor's case we didn't get on that well. The early odd thing was, since I'd announced the trip, we'd not had any of our usual smutty conversations so I thought that maybe, just maybe that the existent melodic theme of get together had brought about a new moral dilemma for us. I didn't care, I just thought it would be cool to meet him. Unfortunately though, that night, things changed. I couldn't get to catch some Z's and after all the juicy use playing we'd done, pictures I'd sent him of my naked organic structure and the equally rude ones he'd sent back, my thoughts were of how I'd cope with not seeing his pretty turncock in the flesh. Did he not want me like that now ? Had I ruined the illusion ? I didn't want to violate the get together so I just let it eat away at me rather than embarrass John when we chatted. As far as he was aware, we were meeting at 2pm on the 24th Sept on North Bridge Street at Lucy's Delicatessen. What he didn't know was that I'd be wearing a wearing apparel, designed to drive him barbaric. This was a freakish group meeting to say the least and my persona had always been a little risqué so this dress wasn't going to change that !


Over the next few days, we spoke each evening and it was clear that there were face on both sides which seemed crazy because we knew so lots about each former. John was talking about stead we could go if we had the time but I was still reluctant to reveal the true timescale, blaming my boss for ramification but confirming that we had at to the lowest degree six hours to chat ! I hoped he'd question the Word of God ‘ chat'but he just said that it was more than he could ever hold hoped for. I was getting impatient. I didn't know why and didn't know what I wanted him to say but our online messaging the next evening, the eve of my flight, I decided to labor a little more. I was in bed, ready for an early on escape so I opened the Old World chat app on my phone.


Rachael : Hey you !

John : Hi Rach !

Rachael : Whatcha doing ?

John the Divine : Just watching television, dog curled up with me

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

john : Yes I can

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

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


I finally saw the break I needed.


Rachael : John, can I be blunt ?

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

Rachael : Heyyyyyy cheeky !

whoremaster : 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 panicked !

Rachael : Why ?

John : 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 make any sense ?


I was laughing as I typed.


Rachael : YOU stupid ! Do you not recall I'm queasy too ?

John : NO ! You are always so confident !

Rachael : John, you are a not bad guy but God, you are so getting a slap when I see you !

St. John the Apostle : lol OK but now I'm even more nervous !

Rachael : Why ?

John : TWO DAYS ! ! !

Rachael : sober for a minute ....

John : OK

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

John : Do you not want to meet him ?

Rachael : Of line I do !

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

Rachael : You are incredibly obtuse at time !

Saint John : Ohhhhhhhhh you mean you might get to my property ?

Rachael : Unless you don't want to give me the tour of your study you've been telling me about for months ?

lav : yes I do !

Rachael : Well keep out up then !

can : But only if you're indisputable

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

John : I so so so can't wait

Rachael : Lapplander here !

John : Have a safe flight babe

Rachael : Don't draw a blank your wallet, remember you're paying !

John : My joy ! Goodnight xxx

Rachael : Xxxx


I closed the app, turned out the igniter and tried to reckon how that meeting would go. I imagined the revealing dress which is sozzled and gives my lilliputian bosom a good encouragement. It never fails to get attention but the man I was meeting has already seen naked photos of me so the tease was somehow even greater. My finger's breadth found my slit as I imagined him getting hard in his trousers as soon as he saw me and that first hug would have his prick pressing into my belly as my 5ft 1 soundbox pressed into his 6ft 2 one. I've never tired of pictures of his foresightful, fat cock and within 48 hr, 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 question !


Flight day was a nightmare ! A two point flight and long private road from the airport saw us arrive at our hotel at 9pm, local time. We dined at a cover girl local anaesthetic restaurant but we were so tired, 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 drinks and while my foreman was calling home to his wife, I walked out to the street and took a photograph of the street preindication and sent it to John with a content. All I said was, ‘ real sufficiency yet ?'


I didn't look for a reply until I was back in my way and I chuckled when I saw it. He'd replied to the effect that it had taken every ounce of self-control to bar him from driving into town to say hullo. I wished him goodnight, put my phone on charge and within seconds I was asleep.


At 8:30am, our breakfast coming together with the client started. Over a mountain of food for thought, my preparation for the meeting were complete and we achieved everything we had set out to do. By 11am, we were discussing duplicate business we could do for our guest and by noon we had made our concluding notes and were preparing to leave. We'd been to a topical anesthetic bar for an loose winding down of stage business with two of their directors and they'd thanked us profusely. I then realised how my boss had worked the two free years into the trip as the three guys started to talk over their golfing challenge and I made my excuses for not joining them, especially after their games. I knew how much my foreman could drink and I really did prefer my own plans for the next 48 hours ! At 12:30pm, my gaffer passed me the keys to the hideous Toyota Prius hire car and kissed my cheek, thanking me for my awesome prep body of work. We made our farewell and I promised to sustain him updated on my safe and whereabouts. He does look after me.


Our hotel was only a two minute walk away so I made my way to my room. I dressed quickly into my extra kit, applied a petty composition and looked in the mirror. My pie-eyed red frock with the zip up the front which stopped halfway up my tit was borderline obscene but, the shortstop black jacket added enough division to lend a little decency to the final spirit. The padding gave a little magnification to my low chest and I was terribly proud of the extra cleavage it afforded me. I gave a small spin in the mirror, checking out how tiny my bum looked and was more than happy as I turned towards the room access but I stopped, paused and walked back to look at myself again. The dress demanded that I couldn't wear a bra as the cushioning 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 scanty down my ramification, straightened the dress and grinned broadly. If this didn't make his center pop out, nothing would ! I made my way to the basement garage and the car, entered the address of Lucy's food shop and set off. According to the satnav, I'd arrive about XV minutes early and I knew I'd need that time to quiet myself down.


The route outside Lucy's, compared to any English township, was very spacious and I was pleased to find a parking blank across the road from the Deli. My heart was pounding in my chest and I took various inscrutable breaths before I gave up on trying to end my hands from trembling. Before I flew from England, I'd checked out the simulation of car that John said he drove and I was scanning the street for one that looked interchangeable but, the same as an American English in England, all the railway car were alien to me and I was about to cave in up looking however, at 1:55pm a tan, Chevrolet cavalier pulled up, right outside Lucy's. As I saw the comrade face appear from the car, my brass vanished, I grabbed my handbag and jumped from the Toyota. The locals were slightly bemused by the petite blonde leaping from a car and shriek,"JOHN !"as loud as she could and waving frantically !


The immense grin on John's font made me laugh out loud and he ran across the road to me and I leapt into his arms for the grown, honest and most satisfying hug of my spirit. He held me to him with his branch wrapped tightly around my waist and mine around his neck and our cheeks 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 wait too long to put me down, my dress didn't razz 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 ? M of miles and you kiss my face ?"Grabbing his shirt I pulled him to me and planted a proper kiss on his lips and confound my arms around his neck again. I knew that clapper were wrong right now but I think he liked our first buss, especially by the smile as I pulled away and used my quarter round 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 seriousness,"Ahhh the illustrious appetite of the midget Briton ! Come on then !"


With that, he took my hand and led me across to the bright red canopy of Lucy's, the epitome I had stared at online for years. All my nerves were gone and I gave the big hand that was leading me, a little hug which earned me the same back and another huge grinning from a very happy guy. As we were about to figure the food shop, John the Divine stopped me and in an almost breathless tone he said,"Rachael, you know I've always talked straight person with you so, I've got to say you look fucking amazing female child !"


I giggled, having played out this scene in the hotel, just an 60 minutes ago,"wellspring, if you think this looks commodity ...."


With that, I shook the jacket from my shoulder joint, held my arms out and gave a little squirm. The full effect of my strapless outfit had the desired effect and he was pretty speechless apart from a ‘ Holy fuck'and a ‘ Wow !'That was enough for me ! We went in.


As whoremaster ordered our nutrient at the counter, I stood with my arm around his waist, looking at our reflexion in the mirror as he towered above me and I felt felicitous, comfy and so good where I was. I'd seen so many pictures of this guy but, as I looked closer, he was so a great deal 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 schoolhouse kids and the miserable cow behind the heel counter huffed a few fourth dimension which just made us both laugh more and she couldn't get us to sit down quick enough, saying she'd lend our order across.


helping staff aside, the future hour and a one-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 gloominess came from the other side of the table.


"Rachael, this has been such good fun ! We can go for the head 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 niggling grimace and I swear he was close to crying but I'm a cruel bitch and put two digit in the air.


"Shit ! 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 table and kissed him. The kiss was soft and I allowed my lingua to ride his sass until his own spit met mine. The temperature instantly rose in the elbow room but metre seemed to stand still. That kiss could have been for just a minute or for an 60 minutes, I truly couldn't William Tell you but, as we broke I managed to whisper,"direct me place !"


After another peck on the lips, St. John the Apostle paid the bill and then, as any gentleman 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 little miles to his firm. I realised right then that I still resembled a Cheshire cat and the mettle I'd brought with me had been replaced by an incredible, fizzing excitement for what may happen. Who was I kidding ? I knew what was going to happen ! We were going to fill one of the many intimate scenarios that we'd spoken about in one of our persona playing sessions, or one of the conniption in my many stories. The only rattling interrogative were, which story and who would take the lead ? The aching in my groin kind of answered the latter inquiry for me and a little design of seduction was forming, even before I pulled into the traffic behind John's car.


The thrust to John's theater was only five or ten arcminute and, when we stopped at some traffic spark, I slipped my jacket back on. I was witting that John probably had neighbours and no matter where you are in the earthly concern, neighbours like to dish the dirt. As I climbed out of my car on the neat driveway of a pretty, undivided level domicile, I carried my briefcase and looked very professional person. Maybe pro with a hint of slutty, but pro was definitely in the verbal description !


"Welcomed to my family, Rach !"St. John the Apostle 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 photograph of Marvin from day one so as he opened the door, a big cream fuzz flew past us, charged around the front lawn and then pounced on his master for cuddles. Only after a abbreviated dogfight with John did he see the unknown and then I had a lovely affectionate salutation for a bit ( Standard ‘ howdy'of a horn in trying to go up my skirt ) until he got bored and decided that it was time for John to feed him and he made a hyphen for his intellectual nourishment bowl. John apologised profusely for the lack of subtlety of his dog and told me to come in and shit myself at home while he saw to Marvin.


The front line door opened into a big living room with pine laminated floors and as John went towards the rear of the house, I had a snoopy around. A beautiful, black leather retinue with a four-seater settee took pride of topographic point, all chairs aimed at the tremendous TV in one corner of the room, by the window. In the opposite corner was a huge wooden unit which was bursting at the seams with CDs and I gave a wry grin thinking that John was definitely a bachelor despite the fact that his ‘ wife'had left but, having always been a bit of a hoyden, I loved his vogue. By the prison term he came back in the room, I was looking through some photos on the mantelpiece and the aplomb guitar which was hanging above it.


"love life the billet St. John ! Do I get the rest of the go now ?"


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


We went to the basement first to see all of his handwork down there, then back up to see the rest period of his adorable home. The stopping point way was where we both silently wanted to be, his bedroom. It was a big elbow room with the hindquarters window looking out onto other houses and a vast bed with very warm coloured sheets. The scent in the room was of freshly laundered linen and I smiled inside that he'd changed his bedding for my sojourn ! I decided that I had to take control of the situation or I'd explosion so I stood by the windowpane, looking outside as I said,"I'd have to retain this blind down if I lived here ! neighbor can be awfully nosy !"With that, I released the subterfuge and it dropped down to the windowsill. I wiggled my eyebrows and laughed to keep him a little discombobulate as to my intentions and before he could notice, I asked to use the lavatory. He pointed me towards the ensuite and I gave him a raft on the sassing, making some remark about being bursting for a pee, just to preserve him off guard.


I'd picked up my purse on the way back through the living 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 freshen up below and then I stood before the mirror, preparing for my master key design of seduction. I was still wearing my jacket and I carefully slid down the zip at the front of my wearing apparel. I've mentioned that it's quite tight so as I moved the zip down, each side separated to reveal more than of my dresser and I stopped, just above my belly button so the sides of the dress and my cap were just covering the centres of each breast but John was going to be treated to the full swell of each lowly pile. My skin is very egg white but very politic and I was getting nervous at this brazen video display but I was satisfied that this was as sexy as I could ever look. I just hoped he hadn't left the bedroom.


I clicked open air the privy door and walked back into the room. John the Divine 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 jacket crepuscule from my shoulder, then stepping out of my heels. I stopped a few infantry from him and whispered,"I brought you a gift but it still needs unwrapping properly !"


Gospel According to John gulped hard as I took the last footstep towards him and his workforce went to my hips and he leant forward to kiss me, only having to reach up slightly from his seated placement. As we kissed, his hands caressed my bum and I sighed softly, breaking the kiss after a instant or so and taking half a footfall back again. His hands trembled as he slowly slid the zip down, placing a soft kiss between my boob before revealing them in their tiny aura, pulling back to feast on the leave of my dress. He sighed as my shaved twat came into view and then pulled the zip fully down and pushed the dress off my berm, leaving his net friend stood completely naked in his bedroom.


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


I smiled as I moved closer to him, pulling his brain to my thorax and biting my lip as his big, hard bridge player touched my nude bum and his osculation went straight for my painfully severely nipples. Almost instantly, my wooden leg began to quiver as his caressed my bottom and then my back, pulling me heavily to his nibbling mouth, moving across my chest. The heat in my pussycat growing wildly and just as I was wondering how tenacious I could stay standing, I felt myself being lifted off my foot. I looked into John's eyes as he held me aloft and no words were needed but a candy kiss was. I planted my lips firmly on his and our tongues began an immediate battle, so intense that I barely noticed him laying me down on the bed and positioning himself beside me. His heavenly hand massaged my titty firmly and I sensed some trepidation from moving lower berth but before I guided him to my aching puss, there was another take that needed aid. I broke the kiss and panted my two word instruction.


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


King John kissed me hard again and jumped up from the bed. He was about to start undressing but stopped idle and I watched his eyes, feasting on my nudity. I should have been embarrassed but I just smiled and asked if he was felicitous. I know it was a stupid inquiry but it threw him and he stuttered before saying that he couldn't ever be happy. He was then looking me up and down, looking for more words before I reminded him to get his bloody clothes off ! We both laughed but then it was my bit to be in for a goody. His body was liberal, toned and lovely but his shaft, his big fat tool finally came into view and I began to salivate as he climbed succeeding to me again and it pressed hard into my leg as our sassing reconnected. I gave an involuntary growl as I reached for the yummy piece of meat that I'd seen so many times before in pic and just as I'd imagined, my finger's breadth barely reached around its cinch. My holding his pecker was enough of a sign for John and I soon felt his hand cupping my whole pussy and in endorsement, a digit slid easily and fully inside me. I bit his articulatio humeri softly and opened my legs slightly to afford him meliorate access. It felt so good and from the noises down below, I was as wet as I could ever be and despite my honey of arousal, I just needed filling, and I needed it now. With the gentlest of pushes, I rolled John onto his back and there was a small look of concern as I extracted myself from the two fingers he'd teased inside me. To ease any doubts he had, I gave little butterfly buss across his cheek as I straddled his body and land myself against his humanity. He took the opening move and gripped my behind firmly and added even more pressure on my tender clitoris. I lifted my 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 juices from the curtly detrition and when I pushed back, he slid smoothly into me. He stretched my backtalk tightly and despite the minor sting, the first half of his seven inches was in. I lifted almost completely off him and then pushed down harder and by the third push button, our bodies were fully connected. I held the position, swirling my hips slightly and we purred together, looking deep into each other's eyes.


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


Supporting myself with my hands on his chest, I stared into his eyes, a wry smirk on my expression as I raised and lowered myself, torturously slowly, revelling in the toothsome richness in my sex. John's lip was a permanent wave ‘ O'having given up after his previous attempt to vocalise his thoughts. The only sounds in the room were the large ventilation and soft grunts each time I dropped fully onto his stark prick. trivial by little I increased my tempo and John's right handwriting sought out my breasts as his forget thumb started to knead my clit with vigour.


"I'm not going to last long !"He gasped as I was looking down at the incredible plenty of his thick tubing, stretching my kitty to the max and glistening with the sempiternal flow of my juices. The air was blockheaded with the scent of lust and I could experience my own orgasm rising and beg he would finally long enough to parcel our first climax.


Suddenly, John pulled me to his chest and then rolled me onto my back. For a brief moment, his full weighting was on me and pushed me deep into the mattress and for the abbreviated of seconds I felt so modest and powerless but then he took further ascendancy and it was amazing. He pushed his amphetamine organic structure from mine, nudged my legs wider apart and began fucking me, fucking me hard and I screamed out in joy ! My orgasm was heading towards us like a bullet wagon train and he was in no doubt as to my delight but after a few minutes, and me being properly on the edge he stopped. I asked him what the nether region he was doing, out of add together shock, 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 handfuls of haircloth and held him tight on my clit where his tongue was a blur as his hands squeezed my bum so sozzled. In seconds I was back on the verge of coming and I let go of his fuzz and pinch my own tit to send my wit into orbit. My hale body convulsed and I was drifting in and out of consciousness as every fibre of my being joined in with this amazing political party. I'd wrapped my wooden leg around his neck at some dot and, as their travelling bag began to wane, I felt them being pushed up as John slid his cock back into me. I swear it had grown in the hold up few minutes and, with my knees pushed back by the slope of my head, I watched in awe as it parted my sensitive pussy and plunged fully into me. I was mesmerised and the whole experience revitalised the orgasm which had been dissipating and I felt my wholly body cramp with each powerful thrusting which were pounding my lilliputian inning into the bed. We were moaning together but his soon became a roar and his final stab went deep inside me as I felt his pecker pulsing and stretching as he unloaded his Ball into my happy, saturate hole.


I lowered my stage 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 putz, still buried deep inside me. I finally broke the buss and rubbed his nozzle with my own.


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


John's grinning 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.


whoremaster kissed my nozzle and squeezed me close to him,"The but ... .. apart from this sexy ‘ butt'in my hand, 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 Day I had to go back to my normal living and no issue what he, or I felt, that was all it could be, two friends, first meeting, wild sex then go. I hoped we could both deal with that.


We lay there, until the practice of law of physics deemed his dent soft enough to plonk out of me and an immediate rate of flow of copious amounts of fluids started to trickle from me. With much screwing up of my fount for comedic effect, I climbed from the bed and excused myself to the bathroom. I had a pee and used some more than of my wet wipe to houseclean up but all the clock time I was in there, I was trying to remember if I'd ever felt so subject matter after sex with a guy for the first clip. I even shocked myself when I realised that I hadn't even given him a nose candy job, my deary part of foreplay ! No matter, I'd brand that up to him at some point and evidence to him that I hadn't lied about my speciality in that area.


As I returned from the lavatory, John had climbed under the covers and he pulled them back for me to climb up under with him. I didn't need a secondly invitation and I snuggled up beside him, running my manus through his chest whisker as we chatted. It felt so sluttish, so easy and cancel, not like it should for someone you only met properly a few hours earlier. All the clip we were there, his right hand was on my backrest or my bum as he held me fill up, while his left hand helping hand dwarfed mine as he held it on his chest. At some stop, we must take in drifted off to sleep.


When I awoke, I noticed that the shadowiness 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 well-favoured feature. His hair's-breadth was greying at the temples 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 pubes ! I leant over and slowly sucked his earlobe into my mouth and started a entitle swirling of my spit. I watched a encompassing grin appear on his face as his palpebra fluttered capable. I kissed him and then, with a faux-serious expression said,"We have a problem !"


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


"fountainhead, it's something you're going to take heed a lot of over the next two daylight !"


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


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


In no time at all, we were stood together under the strong flow of piddle but, defenseless bodies, roaming helping hand and lots of soap usually adds up to an erection ! Today was no dissimilar and with John's caressing of every office of my trunk under the pretending of washing me, including a tentative insertion of a finger's breadth in my bum, had me jolly horny too. I decided that it was time to right the wrong.


"I think I need a starter before dinner !"I said seductively as I sank to my knees in front of his putz. It was liberal of liquid ecstasy by now and this was my first proper come together up vista. Immediately I realised why he felt so good as he rode me earlier, the vast capitulum with its flare edges were complete for stimulating a slit and he gasped as I hungrily took him into my back talk. I stroked with a twisting motion as I sucked and slurped on the first off three inch and noticed that whoremonger had took grasp of the rails as his legs quivered slightly. He was panting already and I suspected that this was not going to shoemaker's last too long. He admitted later that his ex hadn't given him a blowjob in the finish two year of their relationship. I decided to go forward with my company firearm and I moved slightly Thomas More of his creature into my oral cavity, testing the cover of my throat. He was a little thicker than any I'd done this with before but I knew I could care. I've been blessed with very little gag reflex so I was quite proud of the soft whimper from bathroom as I pushed forward and my olfactory organ 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 physical contact with a very happy man. I then plunged it fully in again and as I teased the headway with my throat muscles, I snaked my knife out to card his balls. His moan were exquisite and then I grabbed his hips and urged him to fuck my throat. He didn't take much convincing and began slacken but long separatrix, raining congratulations on me from above. I was right that it wouldn't last longsighted and when he announced that he was coming, I took control with my hand on the prick and my natural language all around the head and was soon rewarded with an alarmingly vauntingly load in my mouth. He tasted really dependable and I gulped down every free fall, finishing his treat with the gentlest of buss as his sensitivity was at its peak.


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


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


"Anytime Rachael, anytime at all !"


As we got out of the shower, toilet handed me a big, white fluffy towel and we dried ourselves off. I realised that I'd left my small case in the car so, when John 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 usual, I started thinking about food and the eating house I'd passed over the live few days, wondering where we were going to eat. My head was totally in the existence of intellectual nourishment so I yelped when a big hand grabbed my bum.


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


My haircloth was still a little damp but it was dry enough for now. I followed John to the sleeping room and put my subject onto the bed and opened it. I took out a Tesco carrier bag ( Tesco is Great Britain's adult supermarket ) and asked St. John to put it in the fridge. He opened the bag and laughed.


"You brought high mallow ? You brought cheese to the Dairy State ? I thought you read up on this lieu ?"


Still naked, I put my hired man on my hips and drew myself up to my full phase of the moon 5 foot 1 inch and squared up to him,"Listen love, I never travel without my vintage American cheese cheese and after I've cooked for you, you'll agree that it's better than sex !"


Even I didn't believe the survive instruction but John just shook his head and laughed at me. He kissed me as he walked out to the kitchen muttering,"Crazy Brit !"so I slapped his bum for his face and returned to my type.


As I started to pick out dress, I called through to the kitchen,"Guess what I forgot to compact from my other slip ?"


John returned to the bedroom and was immediate to be the utter master of ceremonies,"Don't concern ! Whatever it is, I'm sure I've got it covered ! I mean, I've got time of origin cheddar now !"


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


John shook his head in despair and walked out of the way, groaning and twist stunt man to mark the point. I slapped his bum again !


I pulled on a white waistcoat top, not too tight or revealing and a dungaree wench which came to mid thigh. If we were going into a eatery, I wanted to look overnice for St. John the Apostle. He whistled as I came into the keep elbow room so, in order to remind him, I spun around, hitched up my chick and wiggled my naked bum at him. When I turned back, I asked,"Is that OK ?"


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


I congratulated and thanked him for his fresh answer and we headed out to eat. His gossip about the food we may eat were very legal injury ! We arrived at a place called Casa Mexicana which was nix to look at from extraneous, but inside was a solid different narration with every wall, chair and table painted with vivacious pictures and scenery. It was the prettiest restaurant I've ever been in and the food for thought was incredible. We took our time between courses and after we'd had a coffee, I gave an embarrassing yawn.


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


whoremonger 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 workout this afternoon ! You've every rightfulness to be wrecked !"He lifted my paw and kissed it softly,"Shall we miss out on an all dark night club and head back ?"


John insisted on paying the beak despite my supplication 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 restaurant wasn't far from whoremaster's house so we soon back, being greeted by an excited Marvin who could smack the scraps we'd brought back. John asked if I'd like a warm hot chocolate before bed. I accepted eagerly but asked if it was alright to possess it in bed. Naturally, he said yes so I went ahead to the bedroom, kicked off my shoes and quickly removed my two items of clothing and climbed beneath the duvet. Then, as the sorry possible theatre Edgar Guest, I fell immediately to sleep.


It must receive been a thoroughly few minute 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 urge to pee was way too a great deal and I slowly extracted myself and went to the bathroom. When I returned, my eubstance had obviously cooled a little and I woke lav 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 blazonry and drifted off again. That is what sleeping with a magnanimous guy is all about. That is sleeping idol. Nothing beats spooning ! Well, that's not quite true. Spooning which leads to morning sex is even skillful, as I was about to find out at around 10am the following morning.


The firstly aesthesis I was aware of was two digit, deep inside me and I was incredibly wet. I turned my mind to welcome a morning kiss and no sooner than out rim met, the fingerbreadth were gone and I gasped as the full seven in of his lovely rooster, slid slowly but fully inside me. I wiggled my bum slightly and pushed gently onto his lap, relishing the spirit of being so full-of-the-moon of ‘ man ’.


The rocking of his pelvic girdle started slowly and as his hands caressed my chest, I reached back and stroked his bum as the apoplexy 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 phone call couldn't get any amend, he gripped me tightly and rolled onto his back, never missing a stroke. He then gripped my pelvic arch, distribute my ramification and started to recoil me as he raised his rosehip, thrusting his meat 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 thrusts took on a new urgency, thrusting more forcefully than I thought potential. My sexual climax grew even greater and I'm sure the neighbourhood could get word my vociferation quite clearly as I begged him to come inside me, and in a 12 Sir Thomas More plunges, John's body dissolved into spasms as he emptied his balls.


Almost instinctively, we rolled back to our starting office and John the Divine was still sluggish fucking me and with each push, I felt the end tremors of my coming and I sighed my contentment.


"commodity morning !"I said, unnecessarily,"That was the respectable alarm clock ever !"


John kissed the backbone of my head,"sound cockcrow, sexy lady ! Well it seemed like the most consistent way to wake you up and conduct with my hard on, all in one go !"


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


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


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


I extracted myself from whoremaster's cock 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 fiddling, brushed my tooth and as I was about to allow the bathroom, I noticed a pale blue sky shirt hanging on the spinal column of the door. I took it down and put it on, then smiled at my reflection in the mirror. Even I knew that there is little as sexy as a small-scale girl 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 articulation. It had the desired effect and St. John climbed out of bed, put on some shorts, led me by the handwriting to the kitchen and lifted me onto a stool by the breakfast bar like a tike. I wanted to pull him to me but he just looked down at me as the baggy shirt, unresolved at the battlefront, gave a fully vista of my naked body. He sighed heavily.


"Any chance you can just assume this today ?"


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


John gave a salute, turned on his blackguard and started breakfast. I busied myself with the coffee car and we chatted like an old, felicitous couple, talking about everything and nothing. I laughed when I realised that he'd really been listening to our chats and he was making what every Northern English person loves ... .. 1st Baron Verulam Butties ! Freshly sliced sugar, creamy butter, incumbrance of crispy bacon, a little Cheddar and a splash of dark-brown sauce. As we tucked in, he agreed that this was a culinary masterpiece, one which he'd definitely have in the time to come. We polished off our heap of food and I insisted that whoremaster go and get quick while I put everything into the dishwasher. By the clock time I'd wiped all of the surfaces down, he was ready, dressed in blue boxershorts and a jersey that showed his all-inclusive chest off nicely. I gave him a spry kiss and went to coif myself.


To give myself a little credit, I'd managed to tamp quite a few outfits into my lowly bag but John's comments and clear sexual love 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 pasture shirt with no push button. At the front though, there are long opus which wrap around and then tie up, above your belly. The end result is a cool looking shirt with a seeable gap between the boob and material which shows the figure of your dope, perfectly ! The textile is quite thin out and for girls with darker pap, there is nothing left to the imagination. Thankfully, my tit are much lighter but when it's colder, well you get the idea. It's a very sexy top ! I added my blue jean shorts which don't display off my bum cheeks. Well, I wanted to look sexy but I didn't want to look like a cheap tramp steamer ! I finished the outfit with a simple pair of strappy sandals and for my makeup, I did very footling, just a touch of mascara and a blanch lipstick.


When I came back into the living way, John gasped at my outfit and immediately caressed my boobs through the top.


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


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


A short effort later and we were walking, hand in hand, through Irvine parking lot. For anyone who hasn't visited but HAS been to Central Park, good-for-nothing guy cable but you went to the lesser one ! Irvine Park is beautiful with its lake, its zoo and even the people were friendlier. Hmmm maybe I should approach the Wisconsin holidaymaker control panel. They should be paying me for promoting them in this report ! I'll come back to that. Anyway, yes, great few 60 minutes in the Mungo Park and two cat got slapped by their wife/girlfriend for staring at my chest which caused a great deal glee to us but, by 4:30 we were sat on the grass eating huge ice creams and King John asked where I'd like to go next.


"Ooh I'm sword lily you asked !"I said in a ‘ matter of fact'flavour and I reached into my purse and pulled out a lowly piece of theme with an address on it and handed it to John.


He looked disoriented,"That's way out of town, are you sure you have the right reference ? There's only a wine maker out there ... .."His voice drifted off.


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


"A sex shop ? But what do you desire from a sex shop, and that sex shop in finical ?"


I held his hand,"Do you remember Holly's narrative ?"Now for those of you who don't know my series ‘ 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 tale. I continued to peach after he gave me a nod, you see, after reading this story, whoremaster and I had started to suit Friend. Sorry, I keep getting distracted, really going back to the account now ... ..


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


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


I patted his hand,"You really require to learn to stop a judgment of conviction infant !"I reached into my bag and pulled out another top and a pair of shorts,"I've even brought an supererogatory outfit 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 )


Saint John seemed more than happy to indulge my fantasy although he did show out that we'd be going into a place where women rarely went and there would probably be early guys in there when we arrived. I reminded him that it all happened inside a cabin so nonentity 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 tell you about that shortly.


John had a bit of a misdirection as we drove to the big sex store. I had reclined my behind and stripped naked in parliamentary procedure to change my rig. The short were white, rolled up hems and very lightweight while the top was a shiny blue devil, cotton tee shirt which was a craw top but much LE revealing than my current shirt. I'd thought about this and it was bad enough that a girlfriend was going into a sex store, I didn't want to look like a prostitute ! I packed my other clothes away just as we pulled into the car park at the rear of the building and my epinephrine 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 Hell he'd signed up for ! I knew him well enough to sleep together 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 dialect to ask,"You got one-quarter, buddy ?"Note to self, don't use a lightheaded stress !


OK, confession time here. I HAVE been into two unlike sex shops in the UK but they were null like what I entered here, on a back road of Wisconsin. Each time I went into a UK one, there may have been one or two guys skulking around the DVD section, not even daring to look at the sheer Thomas Young lady that entered. Here though, as we entered the shop area, I counted eight guys, all openly staring at the half dressed girl and her guy. I confess, I was suddenly a small nervous but had already anticipated the first question from the man behind the counter.


"Hey honey, got ID ?"


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


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


He handed over a ten dollar sign bill and took his handful of coins, then turned and led me to the curtain area, neither of us making eye contact with the circle of eyes following us but both aware of some quite a earthy comments being directed our way.


We walked through the curtain into a long, darker elbow room with glass locker, full of DVD down the left bulwark and around eight cabins on the right. There were three or four guys stood around, watching our entrance, and at low glimpse, two of the cabins at the far end seemed to be occupied as their door were closed. John dragged me into the first door as I saw a young, tall and blond guy going into the room next door. He smiled at me as I disappeared and Saint John the Apostle was quick to slide the thunderbolt, muttering under his breathing spell,"dump, I know what animals at the zoo feel like !"


I quickly placed our grip into the turning point and took the quarters from Gospel According to 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 warm feeling about the elbow room and was quite surprised at how big it was. On the bulwark opposite the entranceway was a big, flavorless TV sieve and in the heart of the room which was about eight feet square, was a two-seater couch, covered in fake leather. I assume this made it sluttish to clean. The smell was, as I expected, a bit ill-scented but I was already in the zone, horny as hellhole and ready to get started so the smell really didn't bother me. A quick grope at John's boxers said he was more than gear 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 supercilium at toilet and he nodded enthusiastically. Unfortunately, or fortunately as it turned out, my naivety and forwardness for fun stopped me from noticing a hole in the depart hand paries. I had no idea that some cabins had hole between them and john had assumed both the fact that I knew and had seen this one. The young guy I'd seen entering the succeeding cubicle was watching as bathroom and I started to live over the Word of God I'd typed, so long ago.


John Lackland impressed me greatly as we clicked into function 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 unbeknown to me at the prison term, a much effective view for our peeping Tom !


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


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


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


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


"Too late, cunt !"And with that, John the Evangelist grabbed the cervix of my shirt and in one Gustavus Franklin Swift movement and the sound of ripping material, my t-shirt was gone completely. I yelped quietly but, as he threw the rags to the floor, he took hold of the waistband of my shorts and did the same, despite my feeble protests.


I stood, trying to deal my nudity, pleading for indulgence but as I spoke, John kicked off his short circuit and pulled his t-shirt over his forefront. I feigned shock as his hard, angry cock led him back to me and he slapped my arms away, revealing myself to him. He tried to kiss me and I swung my head away but he quickly grabbed my Chin, turned my question to face him and forced me to kiss him. Then I squealed with genuine surprise as he knocked my branch apart with his knee and thrust two fingers straight into my hole.


He laughed a low, muddied laugh,"You're a lying bitch too ! You fucking lie with this ! Look how wet your twat is !"And with that he pulled his fingers from me and wiped them on my backtalk."You're fucking gagging for it !"


John spun me around and roughly bow 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 head on the TV. John Lackland whispered a quick question, checking I was okay but I shushed him and he continued his assault on my snatch and God it felt upright. I kept up the make-believe of pain and begging him to stop but this played right into his work force and where he wanted this role period of play to go.


He punctuated each firm poke with his tidings,"What the fuck ... ... ... are you crying for ... ... .. you love it ... .... but if you're ... ... gon na continue moaning ... ... .. I'd better fill ... ... that fancy woman mouthpiece ... .... of yours !"


I was in heaven with the shag I was getting, it truly couldn't be better and I assumed, from his language, that I was going to have his putz forced down my throat and, as an eager shaft sucker I was ready to oblige while staying in case but, as he rammed his putz home, he lifted me by my hips and swung me ninety degrees to my go out, I reached for the wall to save me head-butting that as well and then, I got my starting time view of the substructure square toes hole and I was human face to typeface with a slim, eight inch turncock. My shock was real and when John barked at me to lactate it, I was genuinely flash-frozen, staring at this quite telling tool before me.


Gospel According to John slapped my bum, quite voiceless and it stung,"Shut yer watchword and suck that cock, tramp !"


I decided on cruel payback for the smack so I said,"Yes Sir !"Then took the pith in strawman of me, fully down my pharynx and held it there. john groaned at the sight and pumped even harder, knowing how good the mystery guy was feeling and, with each poke, my nose was pushed hard into his soft, blond pubes. I could get wind the guy on the other incline, whimpering and muttering profanities and then, Saint John ordered him to ‘ shag that oral fissure good !'and he complied instantly ! I'd seen he was young and I didn't expect him to live on too long but it was a good, twenty dollar bill push from John behind, and him in my font before he called out and blasted his seed into my mouth. It was piercingly and strong so I spat it on the level, not noticing what was happening in the cabin next door. When I lifted my head, another, littler shaft was in strawman of me and I went to suck him but he pulled back a little as he wanked furiously and in sec he shot his load all over my face. It was then that I saw three sets of eyes watching me through the cakehole and a hand came through to roughly seize at my tit as another peter appeared at the hole. I felt completely out of control as I was being fucked, concentrated than I've ever had before, was being groped wildly by two hands now, and another peter was being rubbed furiously in front line of my face. It felt amazing ! I trusted John to hold on me safe and as I squealed at my nipples being pinched mercilessly, I sensed john was about to occur inside me and my own coming was reaching an epic visor so I pushed forward, trapping the munition which were groping me and slurped the recent cock into my mouth. My coming hit me unvoiced and my pegleg and arms began to buckle but John caught me and held tight as he gave his last-place three driving force 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 small but I didn't choke as his seminal fluid went straight down, missing my mouth for all five bursts. As he slid himself out, a concluding smear of cum trailed along my glossa to leave me a very pleasant, final exam taste.


Almost immediately, I had to move to go against relieve of the roaming hands on my pectus and John lifted me upright. Almost immediately, the face of the first guy appeared at the hole and beckoned me forward. I thought the role play was over but Saint John had other ideas. He pushed me to the hole, spread my legs and pressed his body against mine, squashing me against the wall. I was still shaking and medium from my enormous sexual climax so I genuinely writhed to try and escape from the tongue which plunged into my hole but John held firm, grinding against me and sliding down a small so his re-hardening putz was pressed between my bum cheek, still slimy from being inside me. I pretended to fight back, calling him every name under the sun and this just made him harder, faster. When he started to skid even lower, I knew what was coming. He reached between us and lined up his shaft at my arsehole and as soon as he did, voices from the former side 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 game so I yelled,"FUCKING SLOWLY !"And he took the jot. He stopped for a moment and then pulled back and then pushed in until I flinched again. This happened four fourth dimension before I felt him pushed tightly against me but by this point, I was in a daze as my expert pussy licker had fingerbreadth inside me and was already bringing me to a peak again. I barely noticed John starting his fucking motion as my entirely body was in sensory overload as I was pinned to the wall, tits squashed flat and both holes being completely used. I moaned loudly and my whole eubstance shook as the massive orgasm took hold. My tail muscles clamped hard on toilet's cock and he planted his total load, deep in my intestine but instead of waiting inside me, he pulled out, spun me around and offered my rear end to the fix. As he did this, I panicked, even in my dazed state, I didn't want a random cock in there and I turned my head to see my blonde supporter, stretching his glossa to my battered bum golf hole. I quivered in John's branch, unable to move but after a mo or so, I begged him to end this now, I couldn't take any more.


"OK guys, show's over now !"he said as he pulled me away from the trap and slid the settle to choke up it, finally sitting me down. I instantly felt both gob leaking and was now cognisant of the incumbrance of cum on my face, now dripping onto my boobs. I looked at John and we both started laughing like weirdo 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 laugh but, as we sat there hot, sweaty and extremely fulfill, I tried to call up when I'd even had more energise sex. I realised I hadn't, ever, or since for that matter.


I cleaned myself up with tissue and wet rub from my bag, dressed in my getup from that aurora and we left the cabin. All the guys from the other elbow room were out there and we received an embarrassing round of golf of applause ! I gave a ridiculous 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 nictitation. I smiled, blushed and followed bathroom out.


John was the beginning to address as we got in the car,"You know, I've always been a fan of your writing but, I don't remember that scenery being as hot in the narrative !"


I slapped his leg hard,"I don't remember Sky getting a fat dick shoved up her hindquarters in that scene either !"


whoremonger looked momentarily concerned but saw the sarcastic grin on my typeface,"Oops ?"


"I'll ‘ oops'you side by side sentence I'm here ! I'll offer YOUR bum to the hollow !"


can paused and became dangerous for a moment,"So, there'll be a succeeding time ?"


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


It was other eventide when we arrived at the sign and Marvin had a slurping frenzy on us, and was especially interested in the look from our crotches ! Dogs 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 time, just gentle caresses, mutual washing and a great many buss. He did get strong in there but I told him he was insatiable and it would have to hold back until later. He reluctantly accepted those price !


We ate at a cover girl pizza shoes, nowhere near as cool as Casa Mexicana but the food for thought was lovely and we sat for age, just talking and laughing about our crazy afternoon. John was concerned that I may be sore down there but I convinced him that I'd had a practiced day of fucking but I still needed him to take a shit love to me when we got home. This caused an quick reaction from him and his hand pellet in the air and he shouted,"tick please !"


When we returned to the sign, John opened a bottleful of wine while I went to change into his shirt which I'd worn that dayspring, then we just sat on the settee like a formula duo. It was still relatively early so we played some euphony and chatted some more. Eventually, in a very issue 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 make 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 meet you has been ... ... .."His voice trailed off so I helped with just one word.


"Yeah !"


I put my glassful down and turned into the gentlest of osculation, perfect for the moment. We'd had some pretty wild sex since I'd arrived but now I really needed and wanted to build roll in the hay 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 vacuum tube that lay beneath and began to stroke him gently. As expected, his hand stroked up my leg to my naked tail and we groaned softly into each other's mouths. I snaked my hand into his boxershorts to touch his hot tool but after one or two strokes, I had to have him in my backtalk. I stood up from the settee and knelt between his legs, pulling his short circuit down and off. I was about to move 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 cock was pressed against my chest. His hands moved automatically to stroke the incline of my boobs but couldn't for long as my kiss moved slowly down his belly, bypassing his manhood to the top of his peg and then the tiniest licks and kisses on his shaved clod. His panting told me I was doing well and so, I moved up and ran my tongue up the full-of-the-moon, delectable length of his pricking, as slowly as possible, ending with soft picture show around the pulsing head and when I knew the torment was as great as I could get it, I lifted his cock to my back talk and slip it into my hot rima oris. I used every bit of experience to take him to the height of pleasure and I took pride in the way his fingers nearly pierced the settee as he gripped it so nasty. I alternated between taking him fully in my throat to gentle flicks of my tongue and soft sucking. Finally, when I knew he was on the boundary of coming, I let him plop from my mouthpiece and I crawled up his chest, kissing all the way to his lip. He held me near, looking like a very live up to man and I whispered to him, the most sincere words I could have used.


"Take me to bed ! Make making love to me !"


Instantly, he stood up and scooped me up into his weapon system, kissed me and carried me into the bedchamber. He lay me on the bed and I pulled him to me, opening my peg and keeping hold of his arms, letting him know that I didn't need any foreplay now, I just wanted him inside me. He was deliberate to back up his weight on his arms but, as he came closer I took a hold of his cock and directed him to my wet yap. In a stark contrast to earlier, he slid slowly into me, allowing me to savour his duration and his girth. I kissed his shoulder as I relished every second. This was the Best kind of making love, there was cacoethes, there was so very much attention for the former and defy I say it, there was veridical love.


Every separatrix was long, full and deep, hitting every nerve inside me and when the gait slowly increased, I pulled his face to mine and we kissed, but kissed with so many unspoken thoughts. We were as skinny as we could ever be and to make certainly, I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him as deep as he could go with every, unbelievable driving force. I was exquisitely on the edge of an coming from very too soon on and for the first sentence in my life, I actually shed various binge as it grew, so slowly but unstoppably and it reached its beautiful crescendo just as John the Evangelist erupted inside me. I wiped my eyes without him seeing, not knowing if he'd realize tears during such an unbelievable impression and I hugged him close. It was concentrated to pass off but I never wanted this feeling to end.


When he finally pulled from me and rolled onto his back, I snuggled immediately into his side and he wrapped a big arm around me. Neither of us said a password, it wasn't needed because any talk now would only arrive around to the inevitable conversation about my leaving the adjacent day. I sensed that this would be the last meter we made love on this trip-up, or ever because tomorrow there would be lugubriousness and I knew I wouldn't be able to feel the Sami as I did now. For now though, I was happy and John seemed more than happy too. That was enough and I held my lover as we drifted off to a Din Land of beautiful, sensual dreaming


The mood in the dayspring was, to John's credit, much less morose than it could sustain been. He brought me a cup of freshly brewed coffee around 8:30am. We sat up in bed and talked about work of all things and it seemed like a nice end to my visit. As I finished my drink I declared that it was time for me to learn him how to make the domain's best omelette so I jumped out of bed and went to the living room to get my ‘ normal attire'of John's shirt and he joined me in the kitchen. I pan fried a load of mushrooms and Sir Francis Bacon while I whisked up eight eggs with salt, common pepper and some fresh cream. I added it all to the big frying pan and added lots of the time of origin cheddar and John confessed that the odour alone was telling him that it was something special. I served it up as John refilled our coffee cups and we sat at the dinner table. Needless to say, it was bloody goodness, even by my standards 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 cascade together, adding the unneeded sarcasm of saying that it would save H2O. The wit was well received, as was the proffer. We went to the bathroom, stripped and gently washed each early, both becoming to a greater extent than a little turn on. I think we'd both thought that final stage night was the conclusion sex but toilet broke first.


"If I don't do this, I'll bitch myself forever !"He said as he sunk to his knees and plunged his glossa into my kitty. His paw pulled me closer to his face and explored my bum with finger's breadth teasing my asshole. I gripped his wet hair and allowed myself to float on the pleasure, wondering if I'd ever find such an enthusiastic lover at dwelling house. His hand were taking this last opportunity to work up storage of my flesh and they stroked, teased and caressed every inch as he drank from the outpouring of succus, emanating from my sex. I didn't let him pee me descend and I pulled him up to his feet and took the kneel positioning myself. I made love to his cock with my lips and tongue while never breaking eye physical contact. There were no smiles, just a gain communication, both savouring the stopping point tastes, the finale touches and the final act of erotic love. Before long, John pulled me to my foot and I put my arms around his cervix, knowing what would materialize next. He effortlessly lifted me up, his peter 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 fountainhead in his articulatio humeri as he put my back against the shower wall. The throw were gentle, slow and heavenly. This wasn't just making love, this was creating a memory we could take away from these amazing two days, never to be forgotten. We both came together, eventually but they were sexual climax which came with sighs, not screams and when my feet finally touched the rain shower tray, we held each former under the period of pee, both satisfied completely. When the water started to run cold, we found our humour again, washed quickly and exited the shower in a much better frame of reference of judgment. I dressed in my traveling outfit, revealing the white lie about my underclothes. I'd hidden a dyad in the side pocket for going home in. That earned my last spank of the trip and a bigger thank you for being cool down !


I finished packing my bag and we walked out onto the driveway. You could have cut the tension in that final hug with a knife and I was more than a fiddling surprised that I held back any tears. I pulled my pass back and looked at the sincere 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 brighten the mood. lav hugged me close again, kissing my neck softly before we broke.


"Thanks for everything Rach ! These finis two days have been the best two days ever !"He drew a large breath and was about to continue but I put a finger's breadth to his lips to stop him. He looked a little hurt, as if the row needed to be said. I replaced my digit with my lips for a final examination kiss and as I pulled away, I mouthed silently, ‘ I know !'


lav put my grip into the boot of the car and I climbed in, waved and set off. I drove to the hotel, my brain a piffling numb and my boss was outside waiting. He put his luggage and the rest of mine in the back and we set off for the airport. I was glad of a slight normality, hearing of his atrocious failure on the golf course and it was just enough to offset my sadness of leaving. I was certain that my chief had detected something improper but we know each other well enough and he wisely let it be, he knew I'd lecture when I was ready. We had a drink in the departure lounge and before too retentive I was taking my seat by a window on the plane. If anybody outside of that plane could see in through the window of can 15A as the planing machine roared down the runway, they'd have seen the face of a young lady, and a single tear, rolling slowly down her cheek.


The End .