The coming together

Anyone who knows me, even a little, will know that I used to be a regular phallus of a sex assembly and would get very affect with writing sex stories, posting naughty pictures and join in with extremely disputatious and lively debates. Despite my lilliputian stature, my attitude was not of a meek and mild someone. That was the public theatrical role and it was a expert escape from my very life.


Anyone who knew me practiced on that web site knew another character of me, the material me and I could weigh on my fingers, the people who I allowed to sleep with that Rachael. We'd share personal stories of our lives, exposure of the most insinuate nature and we'd even chat on courier when we were away from the site. The people who knew me the best, I could count on the finger's breadth of one hand ... .. with two digit amputated ! This story is about one of those three, John, a guy that I truly thought that I'd never, ever meet.


I live in a sleepyheaded Village in the beautiful Cheshire countryside in Great Britain. It's a fantastic seat to live, I have a great family, topnotch job and my life is good. At the time of this narration, I'd been unceremoniously dumped by my boyfriend because his sister in law made some horrible comments about me and he found it easier to ditch me than to be a man and defend me. C'est la vie !


Now I mentioned my job in the lowest paragraph and I had worked damned hard to get where I was at this peak and at 22 I was earning well above an average salary, force a £50,000 companionship car and was the enviousness of many people. I'm not being smug about that, just very gallant of my achievements ! The early cool affair about my job, being a Personal Assistant to the managing director of a package troupe, was that we travelled a lot. In the independent we covered all of the UK but we also do a lot of misstep in EC and occasionally, America.


Anyway, back to being ditched ... ..


Saul had left me and as usual, I was on-line trying to jolly up myself up a bit. John was having his own issues and his wife had recently moved out. He said that the only if departure when she left was that his grocery bill had halved as they'd not sleep together for over six month. I really felt for him and jokingly I said, ‘ I'll have to come up over and sunshine you up !'


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


I laughed out loud as I read his message but not for a grounds you'd think ! In ten sidereal day time I was flying out to Wisconsin with my Bos and for all the clock time 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 Bos are flying out on the 23rd Sept, to a little place called Ojibway capitulation, Wisconsin River to see a node who does security measures installations.'To add to the Sojourner Truth, I quickly added, ‘ peacock security measures Inc'


I stared at the blind and I could see that whoremaster had read the substance but he wasn't typing. I was about to poke at him when his succeeding message popped up, ‘ I live in Ojibway decline !'


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


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


My response was pretty much automatic because we had spoken for so recollective and I really considered him a confidante and faithful ally. I simply typed, ‘ wellspring it would be bounderish if we didn't meet up !'


Now I knew that whoremonger 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 idea how glad you just made me ! I'm going to play you inside two weeks ! Wow !'


He suddenly became like a giddy child so I calmed him a piffling and said I had no idea of the route as yet but I promised him two things and made gain one other point. Firstly, I promised that we would definitely come across. Second, I would try to dress things so we could have a whole good afternoon to capture up but he was treating me to food. Lastly, I said that we would make to meet somewhere world because, despite the fact we'd chatted for long time, 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 near goodwill 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 site ! Oddly though, I couldn't hold !


Work was busy so the time went quickly and I was keeping a minuscule secret up my sleeve. I'd explained to my boss, with a few white Trygve Halvden Lie, that an old family friend lived in the town and asked if we could line up matter to impart me a piffling time to catch up. I thought he'd assume that I meant an afternoon or an eventide to have dinner. When he gave me the revamped itinerary, he'd allocated two days and two nights that I'd have to myself in Chippewa Falls. I decided immediately to not tell lavatory, just in cause we didn't get on that well. The other odd thing was, since I'd announced the trip, we'd not had any of our common smutty conversations so I thought that maybe, just maybe that the actual idea of get together had brought about a new lesson dilemma for us. I didn't tutelage, I just thought it would be cool to meet him. Unfortunately though, that night, thing changed. I couldn't get to sleep and after all the naughty role performing we'd done, pictures I'd sent him of my naked body and the equally crude ones he'd sent back, my thinking were of how I'd cope with not seeing his pretty cock in the flesh. Did he not want me like that now ? Had I ruined the magic trick ? I didn't want to blow the meeting 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 dress, designed to repel him hazardous. This was a bizarre meeting to say the to the lowest degree and my role had always been a picayune risqué so this dress wasn't going to vary that !


Over the next few days, we spoke each evening and it was clear that there were nervus on both side of meat which seemed unhinged because we knew so a lot about each other. whoremonger was talking about shoes we could go if we had the time but I was still reluctant to reveal the true timescale, blaming my boss for complications but confirming that we had at least six hours to confab ! I hoped he'd motion the Holy Scripture ‘ chat'but he just said that it was more than he could ever have hoped for. I was getting impatient. I didn't know why and didn't know what I wanted him to say but our online messaging the next even, the eve of my flight, I decided to push a little more. I was in bed, ready for an early flight of steps so I opened the chat app on my phone.


Rachael : Hey you !

john : Hi Rach !

Rachael : Whatcha doing ?

John : Just watching television, dog curled up with me

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

John Lackland : Yes I can

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

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


I finally saw the break I needed.


Rachael : trick, can I be blunt ?

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

Rachael : Heyyyyyy cheeky !

Saint John : Sorry, go on, be blunt !

Rachael : OK, since I mentioned my visit, you've suddenly become exceedingly set aside 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 the Divine : OK, I'm panic-stricken !

Rachael : Why ?

John Lackland : Rach, I've dreamt of group 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 mother wit ?


I was laughing as I typed.


Rachael : YOU dullard ! Do you not cerebrate I'm nervous too ?

John : NO ! You are always so positive !

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

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

Rachael : Why ?

John : TWO DAYS ! ! !

Rachael : unplayful for a moment ....

John : OK

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

John : Do you not want to fulfil him ?

Rachael : Of course I do !

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

Rachael : You are incredibly dumb at times !

John the Evangelist : Ohhhhhhhhh you mean you might come to my place ?

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

bathroom : yes I do !

Rachael : Well shut up then !

St. John the Apostle : But only if you're sure

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

whoremaster : I so so so can't wait

Rachael : Same here !

John : Have a safe flight baby

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

John : My pleasance ! Goodnight xxx

Rachael : Xxxx


I closed the app, turned out the twinkle and tried to imagine how that meeting would go. I imagined the revealing dress which is tight and gives my petite boobs a unspoilt boost. It never fails to get aid but the man I was meeting has already seen defenseless photos of me so the vexer was somehow even greater. My fingers found my pussy as I imagined him getting hard in his trousers as soon as he saw me and that offset hug would induce his cock pressing into my belly as my 5ft 1 body pressed into his 6ft 2 one. I've never tired of pictures of his longsighted, fat tool and within 48 hours, it would be throbbing right in front man of me. I rubbed my clitoris 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 !


trajectory day was a nightmare ! A two hitch flight and recollective drive from the airdrome saw us arrive at our hotel at 9pm, local time. We dined at a adorable local anesthetic restaurant but we were so hackneyed, I couldn't tell you the name 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 boss was calling home to his wife, I walked out to the street and took a photo of the street preindication and sent it to King John with a message. All I said was, ‘ Real enough yet ?'


I didn't look for a reply until I was back in my room and I chuckled when I saw it. He'd replied to the essence that it had taken every oz. of possession to lay off him from driving into township to say hello. I wished him goodnight, put my phone on bearing and within second I was asleep.


At 8:30am, our breakfast encounter with the client started. Over a mountain of nutrient, my preparations for the meeting were perfect and we achieved everything we had set out to do. By 11am, we were discussing extra line of work we could do for our customer and by noon we had made our final preeminence and were preparing to will. We'd been to a local bar for an informal winding down of patronage with two of their conductor and they'd thanked us profusely. I then realised how my boss had worked the two costless days into the trip as the three guys started to discourse their golfing challenge and I made my self-justification for not joining them, especially after their games. I knew how a great deal my boss could drink and I really did prefer my own design for the side by side 48 hour ! At 12:30pm, my boss passed me the Francis Scott Key to the outrageous Toyota Prius hire car and kissed my cheek, thanking me for my awful prep oeuvre. We made our parting and I promised to observe him updated on my safety device 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 special outfit, applied a little composition and looked in the mirror. My tight red dress with the zip up the front which stopped halfway up my breasts was borderline obscene but, the short black jacket crown added adequate year to lend a niggling decency to the final look. The padding gave a little exaggeration to my smaller pectus and I was terribly proud of the additional cleavage it afforded me. I gave a trivial twirl in the mirror, checking out how tiny my bum looked and was more than glad as I turned towards the room access but I stopped, paused and walked back to look at myself again. The frock demanded that I couldn't wear a bra as the padding was built in but the tightness meant my knickers were still, ever so slightly visible. I bent over and with a little struggle, I pulled my red, lacy panties down my legs, straightened the attire and grinned broadly. If this didn't seduce his eyes pop out, nothing would ! I made my way to the basement garage and the car, entered the name and address of Lucy's food shop and set off. According to the satnav, I'd arrive about XV minutes early and I knew I'd need that time to becalm myself down.


The road outside Lucy's, compared to any English town, was very tolerant and I was pleased to detect a parking space across the road from the delicatessen. My heart was pounding in my chest and I took respective cryptic breathing time before I gave up on trying to stop my hands from trembling. Before I flew from England, I'd checked out the mannikin of car that Saint John said he drove and I was scanning the street for one that looked alike but, the Saami as an American in England, all the cars were extraterrestrial being 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 comrade face appear from the car, my nerves vanished, I grabbed my purse and jumped from the Toyota. The locals were slightly bemused by the diminutive blonde leaping from a car and screeching,"whoremaster !"as loud as she could and waving frantically !


The huge grin on John the Divine's human face made me laugh out loud and he ran across the road to me and I leapt into his arm for the braggy, best and most satisfying hug of my living. He held me to him with his arms wrapped tightly around my waist and mine around his neck opening and our face pressed closely together. We both said things along the lines of, we couldn't believe we were actually here and that kind of thing. More impressively was that he didn't time lag too long to put me down, my frock didn't twit up too far and he kissed my buttock after he'd put me down. That wasn't right for me though.


I put my hired hand on my hips theatrically,"Really ? Thousands of miles and you kiss my impudence ?"Grabbing his shirt I pulled him to me and planted a proper kiss on his back talk and threw my sleeve around his neck again. I knew that natural language were wrong right now but I think he liked our first kiss, especially by the grinning as I pulled away and utilize my thumb to wipe off the lip rouge and then my following comment of,"OK we've met, now feed me !"


His well-favored cheek tried to take on a seriousness,"Ahhh the famous appetite of the tiny Brit ! cum on then !"


With that, he took my manus and led me across to the hopeful red canopy of Lucy's, the picture I had stared at online for twenty-four hours. All my nerves were gone and I gave the big hand that was leading me, a niggling wring which earned me the same back and another huge smile from a very happy guy. As we were about to enter the deli, John stopped me and in an almost breathless feeling he said,"Rachael, you know I've always talked heterosexual person with you so, I've got to say you look fucking amazing girlfriend !"


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


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


As John ordered our food at the counter, I stood with my arm around his waist, looking at our reflection in the mirror as he towered above me and I felt happy, easy and so right where I was. I'd seen so many pictures of this guy but, as I looked closer, he was so much taller, well built and cunning than I'd ever realised. He caught me checking him out and winked into the mirror at me. We were both grinning like school tiddler and the scurvy cow behind the replication huffed a few metre which just made us both laugh more and she couldn't get us to sit down quick enough, saying she'd bring our order across.


Serving staff aside, the side by side minute and a half was amazing. We chatted, we laughed and flirted mildly but every second just felt awesome. It was only when I glanced at my watch that a sudden lugubriousness came from the former face of the table.


"Rachael, this has been such upright fun ! We can go for the run tour of my palace if you like now or wherever you want to go !"Then he asked the dubiousness he didn't want an solvent 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 squawk and put two fingers in the air.


"diddlyshit ! Only two hours ?"He gasped


I couldn't do it to him anymore so I took his hand, squeezed it tightly and in a rustling I said,"Two mean solar day if you want me !"And with that, I leant across the table and kissed him. The kiss was soft and I allowed my knife to tease apart his lips until his own tongue met mine. The temperature instantly rose in the elbow room but clip seemed to stand still. That kiss could give birth been for just a minute or for an hour, I truly couldn't Tell you but, as we broke I managed to whisper,"Take me home !"


After another raft on the lips, St. John paid the beak 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 trace him for the few short geographical mile to his house. I realised right then that I still resembled a Cheshire cat and the nerves I'd brought with me had been replaced by an incredible, fizzing excitement for what may happen. Who was I kidding ? I knew what was going to happen ! We were going to fulfil one of the many sexual scenarios that we'd spoken about in one of our function playing school term, or one of the scenes in my many stories. The only real interrogative sentence were, which story and who would take the lead ? The aching in my jetty kind of answered the latter query for me and a picayune plan of seduction was forming, even before I pulled into the traffic behind bathroom's car.


The drive to privy's mansion was only five or ten minutes and, when we stopped at some traffic lights, I slipped my jacket back on. I was conscious that privy probably had neighbours and no matter where you are in the cosmos, neighbor like to chit-chat. As I climbed out of my car on the neat driveway of a pretty, one floor home, I carried my briefcase and looked very pro. Maybe pro with a lead of slutty, but professional was definitely in the description !


"Welcomed to my dwelling, Rach !"John said with justifiable pride.


"I love it ! But a menage 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 door, a big cream blur flew past us, charged around the front man lawn and then pounced on his master for cuddles. Only after a abbreviated dogfight with toilet did he see the alien and then I had a endearing affectionate salutation for a minute ( monetary standard ‘ Hello'of a nose trying to go up my skirt ) until he got tire and decided that it was time for can to feed him and he made a elan for his food bowl. John apologised profusely for the lack of niceness of his dog and told me to come in and make myself at household while he saw to Marvin.


The social movement door opened into a big bread and butter elbow room with pine laminated storey and as John went towards the buttocks of the house, I had a nosey around. A beautiful, black leather suite with a four-seater settee took pridefulness of place, all president aimed at the enormous TV in one box of the way, by the windowpane. In the opposite corner was a huge wooden unit which was bursting at the wrinkle with CDs and I gave a wry smile thinking that John was definitely a unmarried man despite the fact that his ‘ wife'had left but, having always been a bit of a tomboy, I loved his way. By the sentence he came back in the room, I was looking through some photo on the mantelpiece and the assuredness guitar which was hanging above it.


"lovemaking the topographic point John the Divine ! Do I get the residual of the tour now ?"


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


We went to the basement first to see all of his handwork down there, then back up to see the remainder of his cover girl home. The last room was where we both silently wanted to be, his bedroom. It was a big room with the fundament window looking out onto other houses and a Brobdingnagian bed with very warm coloured tack. The smell in the room was of freshly laundered linen and I smiled inside that he'd changed his bedding for my visit ! I decided that I had to hire control of the berth or I'd burst so I stood by the windowpane, looking outside as I said,"I'd have to keep this dim down if I lived here ! neighbor can be awfully snoopy !"With that, I released the screen and it dropped down to the windowsill. I wiggled my eyebrows and laughed to keep him a little confused as to my aim and before he could comment, I asked to use the bathroom. He pointed me towards the ensuite and I gave him a good deal on the brim, making some comment about being bursting for a pee, just to go along him off guard.


I'd picked up my purse on the way back through the living 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 up below and then I stood before the mirror, preparing for my passe-partout program of seduction. I was still wearing my jacket and I carefully slid down the zip at the straw man of my garb. I've mentioned that it's quite tight so as I moved the zip down, each side separated to unveil more of my chest and I stopped, just above my belly button so the position of the garb and my jacket were just covering the heart of each breast but whoremonger was going to be treated to the to the full swell of each small-scale hill. My skin is very whitened but very unruffled and I was getting nervous at this brazen exhibit 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 the bathroom doorway and walked back into the room. toilet 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 fall from my shoulder, then stepping out of my heels. I stopped a few feet from him and whispered,"I brought you a gift but it still needs unwrapping properly !"


John gulped hard as I took the last step towards him and his hands went to my pelvis and he leant forward to snog me, only having to reach up slightly from his seated position. As we kissed, his helping hand caressed my bum and I sighed softly, breaking the buss after a minute or so and taking half a stone's throw back again. His hands trembled as he slowly slid the zip down, placing a soft kiss between my white meat before revealing them in their petite glory, pulling back to banquet on the parting of my clothes. He sighed as my shaved kitty-cat 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 exposure could ever do you justice !"


I smiled as I moved closer to him, pulling his head to my chest and biting my lip as his big, strong hands touched my naked bum and his kisses went straight for my painfully hard nipple. Almost instantly, my stage began to flutter as his caressed my posterior and then my rachis, pulling me operose to his nibbling oral cavity, moving across my chest. The heating plant in my pussy growing wildly and just as I was wondering how long I could stay standing, I felt myself being lifted off my feet. I looked into whoremaster's eye as he held me aloft and no intelligence were needed but a kiss was. I planted my sass firmly on his and our clapper began an immediate battle, so intense that I barely noticed him laying me down on the bed and positioning himself beside me. His celestial bridge player massaged my breasts firmly and I sensed some trepidation from moving lower but before I guided him to my aching cunt, there was another outlet that needed attention. I broke the osculation and panted my two watchword instruction.


"Get bare !"And then I remembered my style !"Please !"


John kissed me severe again and jumped up from the bed. He was about to start undressing but stopped stagnant and I watched his optic, feasting on my nakedness. I should have been embarrassed but I just smiled and asked if he was happy. I know it was a stupid enquiry 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 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 treat. His torso was broad, toned and lovely but his rooster, his big fat peter finally came into vista and I began to salivate as he climbed succeeding to me again and it pressed hard into my leg as our rim reconnected. I gave an involuntary growl as I reached for the pleasant-tasting piece of marrow that I'd seen so many times before in picture and just as I'd imagined, my finger's breadth barely reached around its girth. My holding his cock was enough of a signaling for John and I soon felt his hand cupping my whole pussy and in seconds, a finger slid easily and fully inside me. I bit his shoulder joint softly and opened my legs slightly to afford him better access. It felt so full and from the interference down below, I was as wet as I could ever be and despite my passion of foreplay, I just needed fill, and I needed it now. With the gentlest of pushes, I rolled John onto his rachis and there was a small look of worry as I extracted myself from the two digit he'd teased inside me. To ease any doubts he had, I gave little butterfly candy kiss across his aspect as I straddled his body and footing myself against his manhood. He took the go-ahead and gripped my bottom firmly and added even more pressure on my medium clitoris. I lifted my case 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 lips tightly and despite the modest bunco, the first half of his seven inches was in. I lifted almost completely off him and then pushed down harder and by the third gear push, our bodies were fully connected. I held the billet, swirling my hips 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 pectus, I stared into his center, a wry smirk on my aspect as I raised and lowered myself, torturously slow, revelling in the delicious fullness in my sex. John's sass was a permanent ‘ O'having given up after his previous attempt to vocalise his thoughts. The only sounds in the room were the lumbering breathing and soft grunts each time I dropped fully onto his perfect prick. petty by slight I increased my tempo and John's right handwriting sought out my knocker as his forget thumb started to knead my button with vigour.


"I'm not going to last yearn !"He gasped as I was looking down at the incredible sight of his midst tube, stretching my pussy to the max and glistening with the eternal flow rate of my juices. The air was thick with the scent of lust and I could experience my own orgasm rising and prayed he would lastly long enough to portion our 1st climax.


Suddenly, John pulled me to his chest and then rolled me onto my back. For a brief moment, his full weight was on me and pushed me deep into the mattress and for the brief of s I felt so small and powerless but then he took further control and it was amazing. He pushed his upper consistence from mine, nudged my pegleg wider apart and began fucking me, fucking me hard and I screamed out in joy ! My sexual climax was heading towards us like a bullet gearing and he was in no doubt as to my pleasure but after a few minutes, and me being right on the edge he stopped. I asked him what the the pits he was doing, out of entire shock, but before all the words were out, he'd lifted my bum up, off the bed, and buried his typeface in my snatch. I instantly grabbed two smattering of hair and held him tight on my clitoris where his clapper was a blur as his custody squeezed my bum so tight. In secondment I was back on the verge of coming and I let go of his hair and pinched my own nipples to send my brain into orbit. My unanimous physical structure convulsed and I was drifting in and out of cognizance as every fibre of my being joined in with this amazing party. I'd wrapped my legs around his neck opening at some spot and, as their clasp began to wane, I felt them being pushed up as John slid his prick back into me. I swear it had grown in the finally few minutes and, with my knees pushed back by the side of my head, I watched in awe as it parted my sensitive slit and plunged fully into me. I was mesmerised and the all experience revitalised the climax which had been dissipating and I felt my whole body spasm with each powerful drive which were pounding my petite frame into the bed. We were moaning together but his soon became a roar and his final examination thrust went deep inside me as I felt his cock pulsing and stretching as he unloaded his egg into my happy, concentrated hole.


I lowered my peg 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 late inside me. I finally broke the buss and rubbed his olfactory organ with my own.


"That was DEFINITELY worth a head trip to Wisconsin for, Mister !"I said in a whisper 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 playscript ! But ... ..."Then he paused


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


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


I playfully slapped him and cuddled close but I knew, in just two days I had to go back to my pattern life and no matter what he, or I felt, that was all it could be, two friends, low get together, wild sex then go. I hoped we could both dish out with that.


We lay there, until the law of physic deemed his cock up sonant enough to plop out of me and an immediate flow of copious amount of fluids started to trickle from me. With practically screwing up of my face for comedic effect, I climbed from the bed and excused myself to the bathroom. I had a pee and used some more of my wet wipes to clean up but all the time I was in there, I was trying to remember if I'd ever felt so mental object after sex with a guy for the first time. I even shocked myself when I realised that I hadn't even given him a snow job, my favourite role of stimulation ! No thing, I'd make that up to him at some detail and prove to him that I hadn't lied about my distinctiveness in that area.


As I returned from the can, Saint John the Apostle had climbed under the blanket and he pulled them back for me to climb under with him. I didn't need a second invitation and I snuggled up beside him, running my handwriting through his chest hairs as we chatted. It felt so easy, so easy and natural, not like it should for someone you only met properly a few hours earlier. All the time we were there, his right-hand hand was on my book binding or my bum as he held me stuffy, while his leave behind hand dwarfed mine as he held it on his pectus. At some point, we must get drifted off to sleep.


When I awoke, I noticed that the shade over the window wasn't as Light so the sun must have been setting. I propped myself up on my elbow and Looked over John's better-looking features. His hair was greying at the tabernacle which was rather distinguished and he had a few appearing on his thorax too. I smiled inside as I thought, that must be the reasonableness he shaves down below, nobody wants Lady Jane Grey pubes ! I leant over and slowly sucked his earlobe into my oral fissure and started a easy swirling of my tongue. I watched a broad grinning appear on his face as his eyelids fluttered open. 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, Gospel According to John asked cautiously,"Which is ?"


"Well, it's something you're going to hear a lot of over the side by side two daytime !"


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


I nodded and he feigned exasperation before we got into a little tickle battle. I stopped it before we got too horny again because, well I was starving ! I knew my following suggestion would work though, I said we should part a cascade. He seemed to like the estimation 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 water but, naked bodies, roaming hands and peck of soap usually adds up to an erection ! Today was no different and with John's necking of every part of my body under the pretence of washing me, including a tentative insertion of a finger in my bum, had me somewhat 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 knee joint in front of his cock. It was complimentary of grievous bodily harm by now and this was my first of all proper close up view. Immediately I realised why he felt so good as he rode me earlier, the immense head with its break open edges were perfect for stimulating a kitty-cat and he gasped as I hungrily took him into my sass. I stroked with a twisting motion as I sucked and slurped on the first three inches and noticed that trick had took hold of the rails as his pegleg 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 year of their relationship. I decided to move forward with my party piece and I moved slightly more of his instrument into my lip, testing the back of my throat. He was a short thicker than any I'd done this with before but I knew I could manage. I've been blessed with very little gag instinctive reflex so I was quite gallant of the soft whine from Gospel According to John as I pushed forward and my nuzzle pushed hard into his pubic off-white and I held there. Then I pulled slowly away, allowing the full phase of the moon seven inches to re-emerge from my mouth as I held eye physical contact with a very happy man. I then plunged it fully in again and as I teased the head with my throat sinew, I snaked my spit out to tease his egg. His moans were exquisite and then I grabbed his rosehip and urged him to fuck my pharynx. He didn't take much convincing and began slowly but long strokes, raining praise on me from above. I was right that it wouldn't last-place yearn and when he announced that he was coming, I took control with my hand on the scape and my natural language all around the head and was soon rewarded with an alarmingly heavy warhead in my mouth. He tasted really good and I gulped down every fall, finishing his treat with the gentlest of kiss as his sensitiveness was at its peak.


I stood up to the warmest potential hug. He panted his thanks,"That was the best ... .. the best cock sucking ... ..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 to begin with, so you're welcome !"


"Anytime Rachael, anytime at all !"


As we got out of the rain shower, john handed me a big, blanched fluffy towel and we dried ourselves off. I realised that I'd left my small case in the car so, when Gospel According to John was going out to the sleeping accommodation, I asked if he'd idea 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 lastly few days, wondering where we were going to eat. My creative thinker was totally in the world of food for thought so I yelped when a big mitt 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 Saint John the Apostle to the bedchamber and put my eccentric onto the bed and opened it. I took out a Tesco carrier bag ( Tesco is Britain's bragging supermarket ) and asked St. John the Apostle to put it in the fridge. He opened the bag and laughed.


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


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


Even I didn't believe the close statement but John just shook his point and laughed at me. He kissed me as he walked out to the kitchen mutter,"weirdo Britisher !"so I slapped his bum for his cheek and returned to my face.


As I started to find fault out clothes, I called through to the kitchen,"guess what I forgot to pack from my early case ?"


John returned to the sleeping room and was straightaway to be the perfect host,"Don't worry ! Whatever it is, I'm sure I've got it covered ! I mean, I've got vintage cheddar cheese now !"


I gave him my best malefic look,"OK then smarty trouser, where is your bloomers drawer ? I never planned on bras but forgot my panties !"Then, I shrugged my articulatio humeri and added,"Ah well, I'm for sure that musical theme will keep your mind occupied ! OK where are we eating ?"


John shook his headland in despair and walked out of the room, groaning and bent double to label the point in time. I slapped his bum again !


I pulled on a white vest top, not too miserly or disclosure and a blue jean dame which came to mid second joint. If we were going into a restaurant, I wanted to look decent for privy. He whistled as I came into the support room so, in order to prompt him, I spun around, hitched up my skirt and wiggled my naked bum at him. When I turned back, I asked,"Is that OK ?"


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


I congratulated and thanked him for his sassy solvent and we headed out to eat. His comments about the nutrient we may eat were very wrong ! We arrived at a blank space called Casa Mexicana which was nada to see at from outside, but inside was a whole dissimilar story with every wall, professorship and tabular array painted with vibrant pictures and scenes. It was the prettiest restaurant I've ever been in and the food was unbelievable. We took our fourth dimension between track and after we'd had a coffee, I gave an embarrassing yawn.


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


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


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


The restaurant wasn't far from John's theatre so we soon back, being greeted by an excited Marvin who could sense the refuse we'd brought back. John asked if I'd like a warm chocolate before bed. I accepted eagerly but asked if it was alright to take it in bed. Naturally, he said yes so I went ahead to the bedroom, kicked off my horseshoe and quickly removed my two point of clothing and climbed beneath the duvet. Then, as the tough possible business firm guest, I fell immediately to sleep.


It must accept been a good few hr later when I woke up, desperately needing to pee but, when I realised that trick was spooning behind me, breathing softly onto my neck, I honestly thought about staying put. Unfortunately, the urge to pee was way too much and I slowly extracted myself and went to the john. When I returned, my body had obviously cooled a little and I woke John as I backed into him with a coldness 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 weaponry and drifted off again. That is what sleeping with a bigger guy is all about. That is sleeping perfection. Nothing beats spooning ! Well, that's not quite true. Spooning which leads to morning sex is even better, as I was about to retrieve out at around 10am the accompany morning.


The showtime star I was aware of was two fingers, deep inside me and I was incredibly wet. I turned my head word to receive a morning kiss and no Oklahoman than out lips met, the digit were gone and I gasped as the full seven inch of his pin-up peter, slid slowly but fully inside me. I wiggled my bum slightly and pushed gently onto his lap, relishing the feeling of being so full of ‘ man ’.


The rocking of his hips started slowly and as his hands caressed my pectus, I reached back and stroked his bum as the stroke grew in distance. I'd been with this man for lupus erythematosus 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 outcry couldn't get any improve, he gripped me tightly and rolled onto his back, never missing a shot. He then gripped my hip joint, spread my branch and started to bounce me as he raised his hip joint, thrusting his meat into me in a way I've never felt before, hitting my G-spot perfectly and I gripped his weapons system 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 possible. My orgasm grew even greater and I'm sure the vicinity could get a line my shout quite clearly as I begged him to come inside me, and in a dozen more plunges, King John's eubstance dissolved into muscle spasm as he emptied his balls.


Almost instinctively, we rolled back to our starting position and Saint John was still obtuse fucking me and with each energy, I felt the lastly tremors of my orgasm and I sighed my contentment.


"good morning !"I said, unnecessarily,"That was the best alarm clock ever !"


John kissed the back of my head,"Good morning, sexy madam ! Well it seemed like the most ordered way to wake you up and deal with my hard on, all in one go !"


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


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


I turned my caput and gave him a long, lenient kiss,"You learn quickly !"


I extracted myself from Gospel According to John's cock with a bit of a sloppy ‘ plop'and made my way to the bathroom with a skirt chaser whistle from behind me. ( It's always nice to be complimented ! ) I cleaned myself a piffling, brushed my teeth and as I was about to leave the bathroom, I noticed a pale blueness shirt hanging on the dorsum of the door. I took it down and put it on, then smiled at my expression in the mirror. Even I knew that there is little as sexy as a small 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.


"semen on, lazybones, bung me !"I pleaded in a false panicky vocalization. It had the desired effect and lav climbed out of bed, put on some trunks, led me by the hand to the kitchen and lifted me onto a potty 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, loose at the front, gave a full view of my naked body. He sighed heavily.


"Any luck you can just tire this today ?"


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


lav gave a salute, turned on his cad and started breakfast. I busied myself with the deep brown auto and we chatted like an old, happy couple, talking about everything and nothing. I laughed when I realised that he'd really been listening to our New World chat and he was making what every Northern English language somebody loves ... .. Sir Francis Bacon Butties ! Freshly sliced bread, creamy butter, heaps of crispy 1st Baron Verulam, a lilliputian cheddar and a splash of embrown 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 Saint John the Apostle go and get ready while I put everything into the dishwasher. By the time I'd wiped all of the control surface down, he was ready, dressed in blue short and a jersey that showed his unsubtle chest off nicely. I gave him a quick kiss and went to apparel myself.


To give myself a footling course credit, I'd managed to pack quite a few outfit into my smaller bag but John's comments and make 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 lean cotton but it's actually a cropped shirt with no buttons. At the movement though, there are prospicient pieces which wrap around and then tie up, above your belly. The end result is a poise looking shirt with a visible gap between the tit and material which shows the soma of your dope, perfectly ! The fabric is quite tenuous and for girls with darker nipples, there is nix left to the imagination. Thankfully, my mammilla are much lighter but when it's colder, well you get the idea. It's a very sexy top ! I added my dungaree shortstop which don't show off my bum cheeks. wellspring, I wanted to look sexy but I didn't want to look like a cheap tramp ! I finished the outfit with a simple twosome of strappy sandals and for my makeup, I did very slight, just a touch of mascara and a pale lipstick.


When I came back into the support elbow room, John gasped at my rig and immediately caressed my boobs through the top.


"Sorry Rach, I just had to pertain ! roll in the hay, that is hot !"


As any little girl will tell you, regard don't get boring and we can secern when they are for existent ! I was happy with ‘ piece of tail, that is hot !'so I kissed him and we set off out.


A myopic private road later and we were walking, hand in hand, through Irvine Park. For anyone who hasn't visited but HAS been to exchange common, sorry guy rope but you went to the lesser one ! Irvine commons is beautiful with its lake, its zoo and even the people were well-disposed. Hmmm maybe I should draw close the Badger State tourist display panel. They should be paying me for promoting them in this story ! I'll come back to that. Anyway, yes, slap-up few hour in the park and two guy rope got slapped by their wife/girlfriend for staring at my dresser which caused much hilarity to us but, by 4:30 we were sat on the green goddess eating huge ice creams and John asked where I'd like to go next.


"Ooh I'm gladiola you asked !"I said in a ‘ subject of fact'tonus and I reached into my purse and pulled out a minor while of paper with an name and address on it and handed it to John.


He looked mixed-up,"That's way out of town, are you certainly you have the rightfulness reference ? There's only a wine maker out there ... .."His interpreter drifted off.


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


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


I held his hand,"Do you retrieve Holly's story ?"Now for those of you who don't experience my series ‘ Holly and friend ’, don't worry, I'm not going to do much of a spoiler but you really should study it ! Anyway, back to this tale. I continued to talk after he gave me a nod, you see, after reading this storey, John and I had started to get ally. Sorry, I keep getting distracted, really going back to the story now ... ..


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


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


I patted his hand,"You really need to get word to eat up a sentence babe !"I reached into my bag and pulled out another top and a pair of short,"I've even brought an extra outfit for you to rip off me !"I showed him the component part ripped seams so he didn't strangle me. ( For those who don't know the vista, read on, you will soon understand )


John seemed more than well-chosen to coddle my phantasy although he did point out that we'd be going into a space where women rarely went and there would probably be other bozo 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 panorama of it but it turned out to be a bonus. I'll tell you about that shortly.


John had a bit of a distraction as we drove to the big sex workshop. I had reclined my rump and stripped naked in ordering to vary my outfit. The shorts were snowy, rolled up hems and very lightweight while the top was a bright blue, cotton fiber t-shirt which was a crop top but much less revealing than my current shirt. I'd thought about this and it was bad enough that a fille was going into a sex shop, I didn't want to look like a prostitute ! I packed my former clothes away just as we pulled into the car parkland at the tail end of the building and my epinephrin was pumping through my veins. 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 stop, was wondering what the pit he'd signed up for ! I knew him well enough to know he'd sleep together it !


In earned a smacking to my bum from Gospel According to John as we walked towards the entrance for daring to use a dread American English speech pattern to ask,"You got twenty-five percent, buddy ?"bank note to self, don't use a silly dialect !


OK, confession time here. I HAVE been into two different sex shops in the UK but they were nothing like what I entered here, on a back road of Wisconsin. Each metre 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 bold Brigham Young lady that entered. Here though, as we entered the shop class sphere, I counted eight guys, all openly staring at the one-half dressed girl and her guy. I confess, I was suddenly a footling skittish but had already anticipated the 1st question from the man behind the counter.


"Hey honey, got ID ?"


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


"Thanks Rachael !"He said pleasantly,"Have a good metre here ! Cabins are through the curtain, you'll pauperism quarters !"I smiled at this and looked at John the Divine with a ‘ told you so'flavour on my face.


He handed over a ten dollar bill peak and took his fistful of coins, then turned and led me to the curtain area, neither of us making eye inter-group communication with the hardening of eyes following us but both aware of some quite crude gossip being directed our way.


We walked through the curtain into a foresightful, darker way with field glass storage locker, broad of DVDs down the left wall and around eight cabins on the rightfulness. There were three or four guys stood around, watching our entrance, and at first glance, two of the cabins at the far end seemed to be occupied as their doors were closed. trick dragged me into the offset door as I saw a young, marvelous and blond guy going into the room following doorway. He smiled at me as I disappeared and John was quick to slide the bolt, muttering under his breathing time,"Shit, I know what fauna at the zoo feel like !"


I quickly placed our bags into the recess and took the quarters from John, putting them onto the little shelf above the coin slot. As I fed about twelve of the coins into the slot, I had a warm look about the elbow room and was quite surprised at how big it was. On the wall opposite the entrance was a big, unconditional TV screen and in the middle of the room which was about eight feet squarely, was a two-seater sofa, covered in faux leather. I assume this made it easier to strip. The olfactory property was, as I expected, a bit foul but I was already in the zone, horny as pit and ready to get started so the smell really didn't bother me. A straightaway grope at John's shorts said he was more than ready too.


Now, when I wrote the scene with Sky in Holly's story, I was pretty particular about the porno moving-picture show that was playing but on this day, I stopped flicking through as soon as I saw a young woman, tied up and taking a severe fucking. I instantly saw what I wanted and needed so I wiggled my brow at John and he nodded enthusiastically. Unfortunately, or fortunately as it turned out, my naiveness and readiness for fun stopped me from noticing a fix in the left hand wall. I had no idea that some cabins had maw between them and John had assumed both the fact that I knew and had seen this one. The Danton True Young guy I'd seen entering the future carrel was watching as John Lackland and I started to live over the actor's line I'd typed, so long ago.


John impressed me greatly as we clicked into character playing mode and he began by forcefully sliding the seating back against the wall with the door. This gave us quite a big space and unbeknownst to me at the meter, a much amend perspective for our peeping Tom !


He pushed me intemperate against the TV cover and came nose to intrude with me and snarled,"You've been teasing me for too yearn you little gripe ! A guy can only occupy so much you know !"


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


John knew we were being watched so he chose his adjacent Logos carefully,"Too fucking late, sporting lady ! Everyone has left for the weekend, it's just you and me and that flirting piddling ass is mine !"


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


"Too late, Bitch !"And with that, John the Divine grabbed the neck of my shirt and in one swift movement and the phone of ripping material, my t-shirt was gone completely. I yelped quietly but, as he threw the ragtime to the floor, he took grip of the waistband of my shorts and did the same, despite my feeble protests.


I stood, trying to cover my nudity, pleading for leniency but as I spoke, John kicked off his shorts and pulled his t-shirt over his head teacher. I feigned shock as his hard, wild putz led him back to me and he slapped my weapon away, revealing myself to him. He tried to kiss me and I swung my head away but he quickly grabbed my Kuki, turned my head to face him and forced me to kiss him. Then I squealed with genuine surprise as he knocked my ramification apart with his articulatio genus and thrust two finger's breadth straight into my hole.


He laughed a low, dirty joke,"You're a lying bitch too ! You fucking bang this ! Look how wet your puss is !"And with that he pulled his fingers from me and wiped them on my sass."You're shtup gagging for it !"


trick spun me around and roughly crouch 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 whispered a warm query, checking I was okeh but I shushed him and he continued his assault on my snatch and God it felt good. I kept up the pretence of pain sensation and begging him to lay off but this work right into his hands and where he wanted this role play to go.


He punctuated each firm thrust with his Christian Bible,"What the fuck ... ... ... are you crying for ... ... .. you love it ... .... but if you're ... ... gon na hold on moaning ... ... .. I'd better fill ... ... that whore mouth ... .... of yours !"


I was in heaven with the piece of tail I was getting, it truly couldn't be estimable and I assumed, from his Holy Writ, that I was going to give birth his rooster forced down my throat and, as an eager cock sucker I was set up to hold while staying in character but, as he rammed his cock dwelling, he lifted me by my hips and swung me ninety degrees to my left, I reached for the wall to salve me head-butting that as well and then, I got my first view of the invertebrate foot foursquare trap and I was look to face with a slim, eight inch cock. My shock was substantial and when John barked at me to suck it, I was genuinely glacial, staring at this quite impressive puppet before me.


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


I decided on cruel payback for the slap so I said,"Yes Sir !"Then took the substance in presence of me, fully down my throat and held it there. John groaned at the stack and pumped even harder, knowing how good the closed book guy was feeling and, with each thrust, my nozzle was pushed hard into his soft, blonde os pubis. I could get wind the guy on the former side, whimpering and muttering profanities and then, whoremonger ordered him to ‘ fuck that mouth sound !'and he complied instantly ! I'd seen he was young and I didn't expect him to utmost too long but it was a honest, XX thrusts from St. John behind, and him in my cheek before he called out and blasted his seed into my mouth. It was bitter and inviolable so I spat it on the base, not noticing what was happening in the cabin next door. When I lifted my heading, another, smaller cock was in front of me and I went to take in him but he pulled back a little as he wanked furiously and in seconds he shot his payload all over my face. It was then that I saw three exercise set of eyes watching me through the hole and a hand came through to roughly grab at my boob as another stopcock appeared at the trap. I felt completely out of controller as I was being fucked, hard than I've ever had before, was being groped wildly by two hands now, and another dick was being rubbed furiously in front of my typeface. It felt amazing ! I trusted John to keep me safe and as I squealed at my pap being pinched mercilessly, I sensed John was about to come inside me and my own orgasm was reaching an epic peak so I pushed forward, trapping the limb which were groping me and slurped the latest cock into my mouth. My climax hit me hard and my ramification and arms began to warp but whoremonger caught me and held tight as he gave his live on three thrust and then held inside me as he emptied himself into my saturated pussy. As his squirt began, the cock in my mouth pushed hard into my throat, surprising me a little but I didn't choke coil as his seed went straight down, missing my sassing for all five bursts. As he slid himself out, a terminal smear of cum trailed along my tongue to leave me a very pleasant, final taste.


Almost immediately, I had to act to disclose disengage of the roaming hands on my chest and John lifted me vertical. Almost immediately, the face of the first guy appeared at the hole and beckoned me forward. I thought the role child's play was over but John the Evangelist had other ideas. He pushed me to the hollow, spread my stage and pressed his body against mine, squashing me against the rampart. I was still shaking and sensitive from my tremendous orgasm so I genuinely writhed to try and escape from the tongue which plunged into my muddle but John Lackland held firm, grinding against me and sliding down a slight so his re-hardening turncock was pressed between my bum cheeks, still slimy from being inside me. I pretended to press back, calling him every epithet under the sun and this just made him harder, faster. When he started to slide even lower berth, I knew what was coming. He reached between us and lined up his rooster at my arsehole and as soon as he did, voices from the other position were shouting their encouragement and that was all he needed. He pushed slowly and firmly and to be fair, I was having my clit licked furiously and my bum was already pretty relaxed so it opened up for him. It still hurt ! I screamed out but he thought it was the game so I yelled,"FUCKING SLOWLY !"And he took the hint. He stopped for a moment and then pulled back and then pushed in until I flinched again. This happened four sentence before I felt him pushed tightly against me but by this point, I was in a shock as my expert pussy licker had fingers inside me and was already bringing me to a summit again. I barely noticed John starting his fucking question as my unhurt body was in sensorial 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 monumental orgasm took hold. My arse muscularity clamped hard on John's cock and he planted his full load, deep in my gut but instead of waiting inside me, he pulled out, spun me around and offered my butt end to the mess. As he did this, I panicked, even in my foggy state, I didn't want a random cock in there and I turned my head to see my blonde friend, stretching his knife to my battered bum pickle. I quivered in John's munition, unable to motivate but after a instant 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 hole and slid the settle to block it, finally sitting me down. I instantly felt both mess leaking and was now cognisant of the load of seminal fluid on my face, now dripping onto my boobs. I looked at lav 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 former and said ‘ you're welcome'which brought even more laugh but, as we sat there hot, sweaty and extremely slaked, I tried to recollect 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 rig from that morning and we left the cabin. All the guy from the early way were out there and we received an embarrassing round of golf of clapping ! I gave a pathetic bow and we made for the expiration. 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 wink. I smiled, blushed and followed John out.


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


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


toilet looked momentarily concerned but saw the sarcastic grinning on my case,"Oops ?"


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


King John paused and became serious for a moment,"So, there'll be a following time ?"


I had expected this interrogation and in truth, I didn't know the solvent but, I wasn't going to ruin the effective day of my sexual lifetime so I replied with confidence,"You bet your life there'll be a following clip !"We both smiled but I think we also knew that it wasn't set in Harlan Fisk Stone so we just basked in the afterglow as we set off rachis to his house.


It was early even when we arrived at the firm and Marvin had a slurping frenzy on us, and was especially interested in the smells from our genitals ! frump have no manners ! We gave him his cuddles, John fed him and we agreed that a exhibitor was needed before we went for dinner party. There was no sex this time, just gentle caresses, mutual washables and a great many buss. He did get hard in there but I told him he was insatiable and it would have to look until later. He reluctantly accepted those price !


We ate at a pin-up pizza office, nowhere near as sang-froid as Casa Mexicana but the intellectual nourishment was lovely and we sat for ages, just talking and laughing about our brainsick afternoon. John was concerned that I may be sore down there but I convinced him that I'd had a good day of fucking but I still needed him to make dear to me when we got home. This caused an immediate reaction from him and his script shot in the air and he shouted,"hinderance please !"


When we returned to the house, John opened a bottleful of wine-colored while I went to change into his shirt which I'd worn that first light, then we just sat on the settee like a normal couple. It was still relatively early so we played some music and chatted some more. Eventually, in a very thing 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 up signified ?"


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


"Yeah !"


I put my glass down and turned into the gentle of kisses, perfect tense for the mo. We'd had some pretty angry sex since I'd arrived but now I really needed and wanted to pretend 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 self-coloured, throbbing tube-shaped structure that lay beneath and began to stroke him gently. As expected, his hand stroked up my leg to my naked rear and we groaned softly into each other's oral cavity. I snaked my hand into his boxershorts to disturb his hot tool but after one or two CVA, I had to have him in my mouth. I stood up from the settee and knelt between his legs, pulling his drawers down and off. I was about to incite 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 bureau as his peter was pressed against my chest. His hands moved automatically to stroke the slope of my pinhead 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 salt lick and kisses on his shave balls. His panting told me I was doing well and so, I moved up and ran my tongue up the full, delicious length of his scratch, as slowly as potential, ending with balmy flick around the pulsing drumhead and when I knew the torment was as keen as I could get it, I lifted his hammer to my brim and slip it into my hot mouth. I used every bit of experience to take him to the elevation of pleasure and I took pride in the way his finger's breadth nearly pierced the settee as he gripped it so squiffy. 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 edge of do, I let him plop from my rima oris and I crawled up his chest, kissing all the way to his sass. He held me close, looking like a very fill man and I whispered to him, the most sincere words I could have used.


"occupy me to bed ! Make lovemaking to me !"


Instantly, he stood up and scooped me up into his arms, kissed me and carried me into the chamber. He lay me on the bed and I pulled him to me, opening my legs and keeping hold of his arms, letting him know that I didn't need any foreplay now, I just wanted him inside me. He was careful to patronise his weight on his coat of arms but, as he came closer I took a hold of his cock and directed him to my wet hole. In a desolate line to earlier, he slid slowly into me, allowing me to savour his length and his girth. I kissed his shoulder as I relished every bit. This was the Best kind of lovemaking, there was heat, there was so a lot care for the early and dare I say it, there was real love.


Every stroke was long, wax and deep, hitting every nervus inside me and when the pace slowly increased, I pulled his font to mine and we kissed, but kissed with so many unstated persuasion. We were as close as we could ever be and to make sure enough, I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him as deep as he could go with every, unbelievable jab. I was exquisitely on the boundary of an orgasm from very early on and for the first metre in my life, I actually shed various tears as it grew, so slowly but unstoppably and it reached its beautiful crescendo just as John erupted inside me. I wiped my oculus without him seeing, not knowing if he'd understand tears during such an incredible feel and I hugged him close. It was intemperate to take a breath but I never wanted this tone to end.


When he finally pulled from me and rolled onto his dorsum, I snuggled immediately into his slope and he wrapped a big arm around me. Neither of us said a Book, it wasn't needed because any talk now would only come around to the inevitable conversation about my leaving the adjacent day. I sensed that this would be the survive fourth dimension we made love on this trip, or ever because tomorrow there would be sadness and I knew I wouldn't be able-bodied to feel the same as I did now. For now though, I was felicitous and King John seemed more than well-chosen too. That was enough and I held my lover as we drifted off to a land of beautiful, sensual dreams


The mood in the aurora was, to Saint John the Apostle's citation, 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 workplace of all things and it seemed like a nice end to my visit. As I finished my crapulence I declared that it was meter for me to instruct him how to name the domain's intimately omelette so I jumped out of bed and went to the sustenance room to get my ‘ normal attire'of John's shirt and he joined me in the kitchen. I pan fried a payload of mushrooms and bacon while I whisked up eight ball with common salt, Madagascar 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 smell 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 tabular array. Needless to say, it was bloody good, even by my standards and I happy that I'd given something back for his hospitality.


As the prison term was approaching for me to leave, I suggested we took our shower together, adding the unneeded caustic remark of saying that it would save urine. The sense of humour was well received, as was the hypnotism. We went to the john, stripped and gently washed each other, both becoming More than a little worked up. I think we'd both thought that last night was the final stage sex but John broke first.


"If I don't do this, I'll squawk myself forever !"He said as he sunk to his knee and plunged his lingua into my pussy. His workforce pulled me closer to his face and explored my bum with finger 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 home. His paw were taking this last chance to build memories of my bod and they stroked, teased and caressed every inch as he drank from the outpouring of juice, emanating from my sex. I didn't let him make me fall and I pulled him up to his feet and took the kneeling billet myself. I made love to his cock with my backtalk and tongue while never breaking eye touch. There were no smiles, just a solve communicating, both savouring the last taste perception, the last spot and the final act of lovemaking. Before farseeing, John pulled me to my foundation and I put my blazonry around his neck, knowing what would occur next. He effortlessly lifted me up, his cock pointing up at 45 degrees and then lowered me onto it. My leg wrapped tightly around him as I became fully impaled and I buried my headland in his shoulder as he put my back against the exhibitioner rampart. The cerebrovascular accident were gentle, wearisome and heavenly. This wasn't just love life, this was creating a memory we could take away from these amazing two solar day, never to be forgotten. We both came together, eventually but they were orgasm which came with sigh, not screams and when my feet finally touched the shower tray, we held each other under the current of water, both satisfy completely. When the water started to run cold, we found our humour again, washed quickly and exited the exhibitor in a much better frame of brain. I dressed in my travelling rig, revealing the Patrick Victor Martindale White lie about my underwear. I'd hidden a twosome in the English pouch for going plate in. That earned my net spank of the trip and a bigger thank you for being assuredness !


I finished packing my bag and we walked out onto the driveway. You could have got cut the tension in that final hug with a knife and I was more than a lilliputian surprised that I held back any weeping. I pulled my head back and looked at the grave face before me.


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


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


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


lavatory put my bags into the thrill of the car and I climbed in, waved and set off. I drove to the hotel, my brain a little numb and my boss was outside waiting. He put his baggage and the rest of mine in the backrest and we set off for the drome. I was gladiolus of a little N, hearing of his atrocious nonstarter on the golf game course of study and it was just enough to cancel my sadness of leaving. I was sure that my boss had detected something wrong but we know each other well enough and he wisely let it be, he knew I'd talk when I was ready. We had a boozing in the going away sofa and before too prospicient I was taking my seat by a window on the plane. If anybody outside of that plane could see in through the windowpane of seat 15A as the plane roared down the rails, they'd have seen the face of a young lady, and a undivided tear, rolling slowly down her cheek.


The End .