The group meeting

Anyone who knows me, even a little, will know that I used to be a steady phallus of a sex forum and would get very involved with writing sex story, posting naughty impression and joint in with extremely contentious and lively argument. Despite my bantam stature, my mental attitude was not of a meek and modest person. That was the public image and it was a good escape from my real life.


Anyone who knew me dear on that site knew another part of me, the real number me and I could count on my fingers, the people who I allowed to have it off that Rachael. We'd share personal stories of our sprightliness, pic of the most intimate nature and we'd even chat on messenger when we were away from the site. The citizenry who knew me the salutary, I could reckon on the digit of one hand ... .. with two finger amputated ! This narrative is about one of those three, John, 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 terrific place to live, I have a great family, crack job and my life is good. At the clip of this story, I'd been unceremoniously dumped by my fellow because his sister in law made some horrible scuttlebutt 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 last paragraph and I had worked damned hard to get where I was at this point and at 22 I was earning well above an mean pay, ram a £50,000 company car and was the enviousness of many people. I'm not being smug about that, just very proud of my accomplishment ! The other assuredness thing about my job, being a Personal helper to the managing theatre director of a software system company, was that we travelled a lot. In the principal we covered all of the UK but we also do a lot of slip in European Economic Community and occasionally, America.


Anyway, back to being ditched ... ..


Paul had left me and as common, I was on-line trying to cheer myself up a bit. John was having his own payoff and his married woman had recently moved out. He said that the only remainder when she left was that his grocery store bill had halved as they'd not slept together for over six months. I really felt for him and jokingly I said, ‘ I'll have to come up over and cheer you up !'


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


I laughed out gaudy as I read his message but not for a intellect you'd think ! In ten Clarence Day meter I was flying out to WI with my gaffer and for all the time we'd talked, I never thought to ask in which State he lived. I knew that my next input wouldn't be believed but I went with it anyway.


‘ You aren't going to consider this but me and my gaffer are flying out on the 23rd Sep, to a footling place called Chippewa dip, Wisconsin River to see a node who does security installations.'To add to the truth, I quickly added, ‘ peacock security department Inc'


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


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


His reply was almost contiguous. He sent a pic of a telephone bill, his destination clearly shown.


My reply was pretty practically machinelike because we had spoken for so farseeing and I really considered him a confidante and close admirer. I simply typed, ‘ wellspring it would be rude if we didn't meet up !'


Now I knew that John the Evangelist 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 approximation how happy you just made me ! I'm going to meet you inside two weeks ! Wow !'


He suddenly became like a giddy nipper so I calmed him a petty and said I had no idea of the route as yet but I promised him two things and made acquit one other point. Firstly, I promised that we would definitely meet. endorsement, I would try to set up things so we could give a unscathed afternoon to catch up but he was treating me to nutrient. Lastly, I said that we would birth to meet somewhere public because, despite the fact we'd chatted for ages, I wanted to be 200 % sure of him as I didn't want to work my boss as a chaperone ! He accepted it all with his usual commodity grace and by the clip we signed off, I couldn't believe I was, in every horse sense of the idea, about to foregather a guy off a porn website ! Oddly though, I couldn't postponement !


Work was busybodied so the sentence went quickly and I was keeping a picayune secret up my sleeve. I'd explained to my honcho, with a few white lies, that an old menage acquaintance lived in the Ithiel Town and asked if we could aline things to hold me a little sentence to catch up. I thought he'd assume that I meant an afternoon or an evening to stimulate dinner. When he gave me the vamp itinerary, he'd allocated two days and two Night that I'd have to myself in Chippewa Falls. I decided immediately to not tell John Lackland, just in case we didn't get on that well. The other odd thing was, since I'd announced the trip, we'd not had any of our usual smutty conversations so I thought that maybe, just maybe that the actual idea of coming together had brought about a new moral quandary for us. I didn't care, I just thought it would be cool to fulfill him. Unfortunately though, that night, things changed. I couldn't get to sleep and after all the juicy use playacting we'd done, pictures I'd sent him of my naked consistence and the equally rude 1 he'd sent back, my thoughts 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 illusion ? I didn't want to frustrate the confluence so I just let it eat away at me rather than embarrass St. John the Apostle when we chatted. As far as he was aware, we were meeting at 2pm on the twenty-fourth September on magnetic north bridge circuit Street at Lucy's delicatessen food. What he didn't know was that I'd be wearing a dress, designed to force back him barbarian. This was a flakey meeting to say the least and my persona had always been a little risqué so this dress wasn't going to interchange that !


Over the next few solar day, we spoke each eventide and it was clear that there were nerve on both sides which seemed crazy because we knew so often about each other. can was talking about seat we could go if we had the time but I was still reluctant to let on the rightful timescale, blaming my boss for complications but confirming that we had at least six hours to chat ! I hoped he'd interrogation the word ‘ chat'but he just said that it was more than he could ever have hoped for. I was getting impatient. I didn't know why and didn't know what I wanted him to say but our online messaging the next evening, the eve of my trajectory, I decided to campaign a little more. I was in bed, ready for an early flight so I opened the chat app on my phone.


Rachael : Hey you !

lav : Hi Rach !

Rachael : Whatcha doing ?

John : Just watching television system, 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 need to ?

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


I finally saw the breaking I needed.


Rachael : King John, can I be blunt ?

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

Rachael : Heyyyyyy cheeky !

John : Sorry, go on, be blunt !

Rachael : OK, since I mentioned my visit, you've suddenly become top-notch 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 !

lavatory : OK, I'm frightened !

Rachael : Why ?

John : Rach, I've dreamt of merging you for so long I just can't believe it's actually happening ! Somehow, when we talk now, it feels like I've just met you and I'm a bag of nervus ! Does that make any good sense ?


I was laughing as I typed.


Rachael : YOU poor fish ! Do you not think I'm nervous too ?

John : NO ! You are always so confident !

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

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

Rachael : Why ?

John : TWO DAYS ! ! !

Rachael : Serious for a minute ....

John : OK

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

John : Do you not need to meet him ?

Rachael : Of course I do !

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

Rachael : You are incredibly dumb at multiplication !

John : Ohhhhhhhhh you mean you might come in to my place ?

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

toilet : yes I do !

Rachael : Well shut up then !

whoremaster : But only if you're for certain

Rachael : John, hold on speaking, see you at 2pm, Lucy's delicatessen

John : I so so so can't wait

Rachael : Same here !

John : Have a safe flight babe

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

John : My delight ! Goodnight xxx

Rachael : Xxxx


I closed the app, turned out the sparkle and tried to imagine how that meeting would go. I imagined the revealing dress which is pixilated and gives my tiny boobs a good hike. It never fails to get attending but the man I was meeting has already seen naked photos of me so the teaser was somehow even bully. My finger's breadth found my snatch as I imagined him getting hard in his pant as soon as he saw me and that firstly hug would have his shaft pressing into my belly as my 5ft 1 body pressed into his 6ft 2 one. I've never tired of painting of his long, fat pecker and within 48 hours, it would be throbbing right in front of me. I rubbed my clitoris faster as I imagined what could pass after lunch and at that point, just as a beautiful coming washed over me, I knew that his delicious cock would be filling me with his cum, no doubtfulness !


escape day was a incubus ! A two blockage trajectory and farseeing driving from the airdrome saw us arrive at our hotel at 9pm, local time. We dined at a adorable topical anesthetic eatery but we were so wear out, I couldn't William Tell you the epithet of it but they did do a beautiful Madagascar pepper sauce steak followed by a magnificent cheesecake ! ( When in Rome etc ) We had a few drinkable and while my party boss was calling habitation to his wife, I walked out to the street and took a photo of the street sign and sent it to lavatory 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 issue that it had taken every ounce of self-will to kibosh him from driving into township to say hello. I wished him goodnight, put my phone on bursting charge and within secondment I was asleep.


At 8:30am, our breakfast get together with the customer started. Over a mountain of solid food, my preparations for the meeting were everlasting and we achieved everything we had set out to do. By 11am, we were discussing excess business we could do for our client and by noon we had made our final examination notes and were preparing to go forth. We'd been to a local anesthetic bar for an informal winding down of business with two of their directors and they'd thanked us profusely. I then realised how my boss had worked the two disembarrass days into the trip-up as the three guys started to discourse their golfing challenge and I made my excuse for not joining them, especially after their games. I knew how practically my boss could drink and I really did prefer my own architectural plan for the next 48 minute ! At 12:30pm, my boss passed me the keystone to the outrageous Toyota Prius hire car and kissed my brass, thanking me for my awing prep work. We made our farewells and I promised to keep him updated on my safety device and whereabouts. He does expect 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 make-up and looked in the mirror. My blotto red dress with the zip up the figurehead which stopped halfway up my breasts was borderline obscene but, the short black crownwork added enough category to impart a little decency to the final look. The padding gave a little exaggeration to my smaller bureau and I was terribly gallant of the extra cleavage it afforded me. I gave a little twirl in the mirror, checking out how tiny my bum looked and was Sir Thomas More than glad as I turned towards the door but I stopped, paused and walked back to await at myself again. The apparel 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 small struggle, I pulled my red, lacy panties down my legs, straightened the wearing apparel and grinned broadly. If this didn't make his eyes pop out, naught would ! I made my way to the cellar service department and the car, entered the address of Lucy's food shop and set off. According to the satnav, I'd arrive about fifteen minutes early and I knew I'd need that time to still myself down.


The route outside Lucy's, compared to any English town, was very broad and I was pleased to witness a parking outer space across the road from the delicatessen. My heart was pounding in my chest and I took various deep breaths before I gave up on trying to stop my work force from trembling. Before I flew from England, I'd checked out the model of car that privy said he drove and I was scanning the street for one that looked like but, the Saame as an American in England, all the cars were foreigner to me and I was about to give up looking however, at 1:55pm a tan, Chevrolet Cavalier pulled up, veracious outside Lucy's. As I saw the familiar face appear from the car, my nerves vanished, I grabbed my purse and jumped from the Toyota. The topical anaesthetic were slightly bemused by the petite blonde leaping from a car and screaming,"JOHN !"as cheap as she could and waving frantically !


The huge smile on John's face made me laugh out loud and he ran across the road to me and I leapt into his weapons system for the braggart, substantially and most meet hug of my life. He held me to him with his arms wrapped tightly around my shank and mine around his neck and our boldness pressed closely together. We both said affair along the parentage of, we couldn't believe we were actually here and that kind of matter. More impressively was that he didn't wait too long to put me down, my wearing apparel didn't depend upon up too far and he kissed my cheek after he'd put me down. That wasn't right for me though.


I put my hands on my hips theatrically,"Really ? Thousands of air mile and you kiss my cheek ?"Grabbing his shirt I pulled him to me and planted a proper kiss on his sassing and threw my weaponry around his neck again. I knew that tongues were wrong right now but I think he liked our for the first time kiss, especially by the grin as I pulled away and victimized my thumb to wipe off the lip rouge and then my succeeding commentary of,"OK we've met, now feed me !"


His handsome look tried to get on a distressfulness,"Ahhh the famous appetency of the midget Brit ! come on then !"


With that, he took my hand and led me across to the bright red canopy of Lucy's, the figure of speech I had stared at online for day. All my cheek were gone and I gave the big hand that was leading me, a little squeeze which earned me the Same back and another Brobdingnagian grinning from a very happy guy. As we were about to enter the food shop, lav stopped me and in an almost breathless pure tone he said,"Rachael, you know I've always talked straight with you so, I've got to say you look fucking amazing fille !"


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


With that, I shook the crownwork from my shoulders, held my arms out and gave a little wiggle. The entire force of my strapless turnout had the desired result and he was pretty speechless apart from a ‘ Holy piece of ass'and a ‘ Wow !'That was enough for me ! We went in.


As John ordered our food at the counter, I stood with my arm around his shank, looking at our reflection in the mirror as he towered above me and I felt happy, easy and so rightfulness 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 kids and the scurvy cow behind the counter huffed a few times which just made us both laugh more and she couldn't get us to sit down quick enough, saying she'd bring our social club across.


portion staff aside, the next hour and a half was amazing. We chatted, we laughed and flirted mildly but every second just felt awing. It was only when I glanced at my watch that a sudden sadness came from the former side of the table.


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


I gave a piffling grimace and I swear he was close to crying but I'm a vicious gripe and put two finger in the air.


"Shit ! Only two hr ?"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 solar day if you want me !"And with that, I leant across the table and kissed him. The kiss was piano and I allowed my knife to tease his lips until his own tongue met mine. The temperature instantly rose in the room but clip seemed to stand still. That kiss could have been for just a bit or for an hour, I truly couldn't Tell you but, as we broke I managed to whisper,"Take me home !"


After another flock on the rim, John paid the Federal Reserve note 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 adopt him for the few unretentive miles to his house. I realised right then that I still resembled a Cheshire cat and the nerves I'd brought with me had been replaced by an unbelievable, fizzing excitement for what may happen. Who was I kidding ? I knew what was going to chance ! We were going to fulfil one of the many sexual scenarios that we'd spoken about in one of our role playing sessions, or one of the scenes in my many stories. The only real enquiry were, which story and who would take the lead ? The ache in my groin kind of answered the latter doubt for me and a little programme of seduction was forming, even before I pulled into the traffic behind John's car.


The drive to John's mansion was only five or ten mo and, when we stopped at some traffic brightness level, I slipped my jacket back on. I was conscious that John probably had neighbours and no matter where you are in the human beings, neighbours like to chew the fat. As I climbed out of my car on the neat driveway of a pretty, single storey home, I carried my briefcase and looked very professional. Maybe professional person with a clue of slutty, but professional was definitely in the verbal description !


"Welcomed to my dwelling house, Rach !"lavatory 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 exposure of Marvin from day one so as he opened the room access, a big cream blur flew past us, charged around the front lawn and then pounced on his master for cuddles. Only after a brief tussle with Saint John the Apostle did he see the stranger and then I had a endearing affectionate greeting for a minute ( Standard ‘ howdy'of a intrude trying to go up my skirt ) until he got world-weary and decided that it was sentence for John to feed him and he made a dash for his food stadium. King John apologised profusely for the want of refinement of his dog and told me to come in and earn myself at dwelling house while he saw to Marvin.


The front door opened into a big living room with pine laminated floors and as John went towards the rear of the house, I had a prying around. A beautiful, Negro leather rooms with a four-seater settee took pride of place, all chairs aimed at the enormous TV in one corner of the elbow room, by the windowpane. In the opposite niche was a Brobdingnagian wooden unit which was bursting at the bed 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 tomboy, I loved his style. By the time he came back in the way, I was looking through some exposure on the mantelpiece and the cool guitar which was hanging above it.


"sexual love the place trick ! Do I get the eternal sleep of the tour now ?"


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


We went to the basement first to see all of his handicraft down there, then back up to see the balance of his lovely home. The last room was where we both silently wanted to be, his bedroom. It was a big room with the rear window looking out onto former business firm and a huge bed with very warm coloured tabloid. The odor in the elbow room was of freshly laundered linen and I smiled inside that he'd changed his bedding for my visit ! I decided that I had to exact restraint of the situation or I'd fusillade so I stood by the window, looking outside as I said,"I'd have to keep this blind down if I lived here ! Neighbours can be awfully nosey !"With that, I released the subterfuge and it dropped down to the windowsill. I wiggled my eyebrows and laughed to keep back him a little discombobulate as to my design and before he could comment, I asked to use the privy. He pointed me towards the ensuite and I gave him a plenty on the back talk, making some scuttlebutt about being bursting for a pee, just to celebrate him off guard.


I'd picked up my purse on the way back through the living room as every little girl would when using a strange bathroom and after I peed ( yes, I was actually bursting for a pee ), I used my wet-wipes to refresh up below and then I stood before the mirror, preparing for my maestro architectural plan of seduction. I was still wearing my jacket crown and I carefully slid down the zip at the front of my dress. I've mentioned that it's quite tight so as I moved the zip down, each slope separated to reveal more than of my chest of drawers and I stopped, just above my belly button so the sides of the dress and my jacket were just covering the core of each chest but John Lackland was going to be treated to the full clotheshorse of each small mound. My skin is very blank but very smooth out and I was getting nervous at this audacious showing but I was satisfied that this was as aphrodisiac as I could ever take care. I just hoped he hadn't left the bedroom.


I clicked heart-to-heart the can door and walked back into the room. John the Evangelist was sat on the bed and his jaw dropped candid as he lifted his chief. I smiled as I walked slowly towards him, letting my jacket crown free fall from my berm, then stepping out of my dog. I stopped a few infantry from him and whispered,"I brought you a giving but it still needs reveal properly !"


privy gulped hard as I took the conclusion step towards him and his hands went to my hips and he leant forward to buss me, only having to give up slightly from his seated military position. As we kissed, his hands caressed my bum and I sighed softly, breaking the candy kiss after a minute or so and taking half a step back again. His hands trembled as he slowly slid the zip down, placing a soft osculation between my breasts before revealing them in their lilliputian glory, pulling back to feed on the leave of my clothes. He sighed as my shaved pussy came into view and then pulled the zip fully down and pushed the attire off my shoulder joint, leaving his internet champion stood completely naked in his bedroom.


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


I smiled as I moved closer to him, pulling his head to my thorax and biting my lip as his big, strong custody touched my naked bum and his buss went straight for my painfully hard teat. Almost instantly, my branch began to quiver as his caress my bottom and then my spinal column, pulling me unvoiced to his nibbling sass, moving across my chest. The heat in my pussy growing wildly and just as I was wondering how farseeing I could continue standing, I felt myself being lifted off my feet. I looked into John's eyes as he held me aloft and no words were needed but a kiss was. I planted my lips firmly on his and our tongues began an prompt conflict, so intense that I barely noticed him laying me down on the bed and positioning himself beside me. His celestial hand massaged my breasts firmly and I sensed some trepidation from moving lower but before I guided him to my aching cunt, there was another government issue that needed attention. I broke the kiss and panted my two word instruction.


"Get raw !"And then I remembered my mode !"Please !"


John kissed me hard again and jumped up from the bed. He was about to set forth undressing but stopped beat and I watched his eyes, feasting on my nudity. I should hold been embarrassed but I just smiled and asked if he was happy. I know it was a stupefied question but it threw him and he stuttered before saying that he couldn't ever be well-chosen. He was then looking me up and down, looking for more actor's line 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 eubstance was encompassing, toned and lovely but his shaft, his big fat cock finally came into horizon and I began to salivate as he climbed next to me again and it pressed hard into my leg as our lips reconnected. I gave an involuntary growl as I reached for the toothsome while of meat that I'd seen so many times before in exposure and just as I'd imagined, my fingers barely reached around its girth. My holding his cock was enough of a signal for John and I soon felt his helping hand cupping my whole kitty and in second base, a finger's breadth slid easily and fully inside me. I bit his shoulder softly and opened my branch slightly to afford him skillful access. It felt so estimable and from the randomness down below, I was as wet as I could ever be and despite my love of foreplay, I just needed filling, and I needed it now. With the gentlest of pushes, I rolled whoremonger onto his back and there was a minor spirit 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 stroke kisses across his boldness as I straddled his soundbox and ground myself against his humanity. He took the initiative and gripped my arse firmly and added even more pressure on my medium clit. 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 short grinding and when I pushed back, he slid smoothly into me. He stretched my lips tightly and despite the small sting, the first half of his seven column inch was in. I lifted almost completely off him and then pushed down harder and by the third button, our bodies were fully connected. I held the position, 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 manpower on his pectus, I stared into his heart, a wry smirk on my boldness as I raised and lowered myself, torturously slow, revelling in the delicious comprehensiveness in my sex. whoremonger's mouthpiece was a permanent ‘ O'having given up after his former endeavor to vocalize his thoughts. The only sounds in the way were the heavy breathing and soft grunts each time I dropped fully onto his perfect cocksucker. Little by little I increased my pace and John's right paw sought out my breasts as his depart quarter round started to massage my clit with vigour.


"I'm not going to last hanker !"He gasped as I was looking down at the unbelievable muckle of his midst thermionic tube, stretching my kitty to the max and glistening with the endless flow rate of my juice. The air was thick with the odor of lust and I could feel my own climax rising and prayed he would cobbler's last long enough to share our first climax.


Suddenly, John pulled me to his chest and then rolled me onto my back. For a brief moment, his entire exercising weight was on me and pushed me deep into the mattress and for the briefest of seconds I felt so small and powerless but then he took further control and it was amazing. He pushed his upper body from mine, nudged my leg wider apart and began fucking me, fucking me intemperately and I screamed out in joy ! My orgasm was heading towards us like a hummer train and he was in no doubt as to my joy but after a few hour, and me being right wing on the edge he stopped. I asked him what the Hades he was doing, out of number impact, but before all the Scripture were out, he'd lifted my bum up, off the bed, and buried his side in my pussy. I instantly grabbed two handful of fuzz and held him tight on my clit where his knife was a blur as his hands squeezed my bum so rigorous. In seconds I was back on the verge of number and I let go of his hairsbreadth and pinched my own mammilla to place my brain into orbit. My whole consistency convulsed and I was drifting in and out of cognizance as every character of my being joined in with this amazing party. I'd wrapped my legs around his neck at some point and, as their grip began to wane, I felt them being pushed up as John slid his putz back into me. I swear it had grown in the lastly few minute of arc and, with my knees pushed back by the side of my fountainhead, I watched in awe as it parted my sensitive pussy and plunged fully into me. I was mesmerised and the whole experience revitalised the coming which had been dissipating and I felt my wholly eubstance spasm with each knock-down thrust which were pounding my tiny inning into the bed. We were moaning together but his soon became a roar and his final thrust went deep inside me as I felt his shaft pulsing and stretch as he unloaded his testicle into my happy, saturated hole.


I lowered my pegleg and pulled him to me. Yes, he was heavy but that post-fucking buss 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 rooster, still buried deep inside me. I finally broke the kiss and rubbed his nose 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 smile was one of pure joy and he paused a second before he spoke,"If I never have sex again, I won't attention Rachael ! You just rewrote the book ! But ... ..."Then he paused


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


John kissed my scent and squeezed me closing curtain 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 years I had to go back to my convention life 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 laws of purgative deemed his peter cushy enough to plop 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 face for comedic result, I climbed from the bed and excused myself to the john. I had a pee and used some more of my wet wipes to clean up but all the sentence I was in there, I was trying to remember if I'd ever felt so content after sex with a guy for the inaugural fourth dimension. I even shocked myself when I realised that I hadn't even given him a C job, my favourite parting of foreplay ! No thing, I'd make that up to him at some point in time and test to him that I hadn't lied about my strong suit in that area.


As I returned from the bathroom, John had climbed under the covers and he pulled them back for me to climb up under with him. I didn't need a s invitation and I snuggled up beside him, running my hand through his bureau hairsbreadth as we chatted. It felt so easy, so comfortable and innate, not like it should for soul you only met properly a few 60 minutes earlier. All the time we were there, his rectify hand was on my back or my bum as he held me close, while his left hand dwarfed mine as he held it on his chest. At some item, we must have drifted off to sleep.


When I awoke, I noticed that the shade over the window wasn't as sparkle so the sun must have been setting. I propped myself up on my elbow and Looked over John's handsome feature of speech. His pilus 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 grounds he shaves down below, cypher wants hoar pubes ! I leant over and slowly sucked his ear lobe into my rima oris and started a gentle swirling of my tongue. I watched a liberal grinning appear on his look as his eyelids fluttered open. I kissed him and then, with a faux-serious face said,"We have a problem !"


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


"fountainhead, it's something you're going to listen a lot of over the future two days !"


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


I nodded and he feigned exasperation before we got into a little vibrate competitiveness. I stopped it before we got too horny again because, well I was starving ! I knew my next suggestion would figure out though, I said we should parcel a rain shower. He seemed to like the idea as he swept me up effortlessly and carried me into the bathroom.


In no time at all, we were stood together under the warm flow of water but, naked torso, roaming hand and lots of liquid ecstasy usually adds up to an hard-on ! Today was no different and with John's caressing of every part of my body under the guise of washing me, including a doubtful insertion of a digit in my bum, had me reasonably 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 nominal head of his putz. It was loose of goop by now and this was my number one proper come together up view. Immediately I realised why he felt so good as he rode me earlier, the vast head with its flared sharpness were unadulterated for stimulating a pussycat and he gasped as I hungrily took him into my mouth. I stroked with a twisting motion as I sucked and slurped on the first three inches and noticed that John had took hold of the rails as his legs quivered slightly. He was panting already and I suspected that this was not going to last too long. He admitted later that his ex hadn't given him a blowjob in the last two eld of their family relationship. I decided to move forward with my company slice and I moved slightly Sir Thomas More of his cock into my back talk, testing the back of my throat. He was a lilliputian thicker than any I'd done this with before but I knew I could manage. I've been blessed with very little gag reflex so I was quite lofty of the soft whimper from whoremaster as I pushed forward and my nose pushed hard into his pubic bone and I held there. Then I pulled slowly away, allowing the full seven inches to re-emerge from my oral fissure as I held eye liaison with a very glad man. I then plunged it fully in again and as I teased the caput with my throat muscle, I snaked my tongue out to tease his orb. His groan were exquisite and then I grabbed his rosehip and urged him to fuck my throat. He didn't take very much convincing and began slacken but foresightful fortuity, raining praise on me from above. I was right that it wouldn't last long and when he announced that he was coming, I took control with my hired hand on the barb and my tongue all around the foreland and was soon rewarded with an alarmingly large load in my mouth. He tasted really good and I gulped down every drop, finishing his treat with the gentlest of buss as his sensitivity was at its peak.


I stood up to the warm possible hug. He panted his thanks,"That was the honest ... .. 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 originally, so you're welcome !"


"Anytime Rachael, anytime at all !"


As we got out of the shower bath, John handed me a big, White River fluffy towel and we dried ourselves off. I realised that I'd left my lowly case in the car so, when Saint John the Apostle was going out to the bedroom, I asked if he'd head 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 shoemaker's last few daytime, wondering where we were going to eat. My intellect was totally in the world 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 hair was still a little damp but it was dry enough for now. I followed St. John the Apostle to the bedroom and put my case onto the bed and opened it. I took out a Tesco carrier bag ( Tesco is Great Britain's biggest supermarket ) and asked John to put it in the fridge. He opened the bag and laughed.


"You brought high mallow ? You brought cheese to the dairy farm nation ? I thought you read up on this situation ?"


Still naked, I put my hand on my hip joint and drew myself up to my full 5 foot 1 in and squared up to him,"Listen honey, I never travel without my vintage cheddar cheese and after I've cooked for you, you'll agree that it's comfortably than sex !"


Even I didn't believe the utmost assertion but privy just shook his chief and laughed at me. He kissed me as he walked out to the kitchen grumbling,"weirdo Brit !"so I slapped his bum for his cheek and returned to my case.


As I started to piece out apparel, I called through to the kitchen,"shot what I forgot to throng from my other case ?"


John returned to the bedroom and was quick to be the staring server,"Don't worry ! Whatever it is, I'm surely I've got it covered ! I mean, I've got vintage cheddar now !"


I gave him my best evil tone,"OK then smarty pants, where is your breeches drawer ? I never planned on brassiere but forgot my panties !"Then, I shrugged my shoulder and added,"Ah well, I'm sure enough that idea will sustain your idea occupied ! OK where are we eating ?"


whoremonger shook his head in desperation and walked out of the room, groaning and bent look-alike to pronounce the full stop. I slapped his bum again !


I pulled on a albumen waistcoat top, not too fuddled or revealing and a denim dame which came to mid thigh. If we were going into a restaurant, I wanted to front nice for John. He whistled as I came into the living room so, in social club to remind him, I spun around, hitched up my skirt and wiggled my naked bum at him. When I turned back, I asked,"Is that OK ?"


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


I congratulated and thanked him for his fresh answer and we headed out to eat. His comment about the food we may eat were very ill-timed ! We arrived at a place called Casa Mexicana which was zero to look at from international, but inside was a solid different taradiddle with every wall, chairman and table painted with vibrant pictures and scenery. It was the prettiest restaurant I've ever been in and the food was incredible. We took our prison term between courses and after we'd had a coffee, I gave an block yawn.


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


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


John insisted on paying the bill despite my pleas so I paid a skillful tip and chatted to the proprietor 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 theater so we soon back, being greeted by an excited Marvin who could smack the bit we'd brought back. john asked if I'd like a tender cocoa before bed. I accepted eagerly but asked if it was alright to have it in bed. Naturally, he said yes so I went ahead to the bedchamber, kicked off my brake shoe and quickly removed my two token of clothing and climbed beneath the eiderdown. Then, as the unfit possible family guest, I fell immediately to sleep.


It must have been a good few hours later when I woke up, desperately needing to pee but, when I realised that St. John 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 bathroom. When I returned, my trunk had obviously cooled a minuscule and I woke lavatory as I backed into him with a moth-eaten bum. He asked if I was OK but I shushed him and told him to get back to sleep as I snuggled in, wrapped myself in his arms and drifted off again. That is what sleeping with a bounteous guy is all about. That is sleeping perfection. cypher beats spooning ! Well, that's not quite true. Spooning which leads to break of day sex is even better, as I was about to chance out at around 10am the following morning.


The first sensation I was aware of was two fingers, late inside me and I was incredibly wet. I turned my capitulum to receive a morning kiss and no earlier than out lips met, the finger were gone and I gasped as the broad seven column inch of his adorable pecker, slip slowly but fully inside me. I wiggled my bum slightly and pushed gently onto his lap, relishing the notion of being so full of ‘ man ’.


The rocking of his hip joint started slowly and as his hands caressed my bureau, I reached back and stroked his bum as the accident 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 song couldn't get any better, he gripped me tightly and rolled onto his back, never missing a cerebrovascular accident. He then gripped my pelvic arch, spread my pegleg and started to spring me as he raised his pelvis, thrusting his meat into me in a way I've never felt before, hitting my G-spot perfectly and I gripped his blazon tightly as my orgasm hit me immediately. I couldn't move as my musculus gave in completely and his push took on a new urgency, thrusting more forcefully than I thought possible. My orgasm grew even cracking and I'm sure the neck of the woods could find out my yells quite clearly as I begged him to arrive inside me, and in a XII more plunge, John's body dissolved into spasms as he emptied his balls.


Almost instinctively, we rolled back to our starting position and John was still slow fucking me and with each pushing, I felt the final stage shudder of my sexual climax and I sighed my contentment.


"Good break of day !"I said, unnecessarily,"That was the skilful warning device clock ever !"


whoremonger kissed the rear of my head,"trade good morning, sexy lady ! Well it seemed like the most logical way to wake up 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 2nd before adding,"We really need to get up now though !"


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


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


I extracted myself from Saint John's cock with a bit of a sloppy ‘ plop'and made my way to the lavatory with a wolf whistle from behind me. ( It's always squeamish to be complimented ! ) I cleaned myself a little, brushed my teeth and as I was about to leave the bathroom, I noticed a pale blue angel shirt hanging on the back of the room access. I took it down and put it on, then smiled at my reflection in the mirror. Even I knew that there is small 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 bedchamber confirmed that thought.


"semen on, lazybones, eat me !"I pleaded in a faker panicky voice. It had the desired effect and John the Evangelist climbed out of bed, put on some short pants, led me by the hand to the kitchen and lifted me onto a stool by the breakfast bar like a child. I wanted to pull him to me but he just looked down at me as the baggy shirt, open at the social movement, gave a full moon prospect of my defenseless body. He sighed heavily.


"Any hazard you can just wear this today ?"


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


John gave a salutation, turned on his heels and started breakfast. I busied myself with the coffee machine and we chatted like an old, felicitous yoke, talking about everything and aught. I laughed when I realised that he'd really been listening to our chats and he was making what every Northern English people person loves ... .. Bacon Butties ! Freshly sliced dinero, creamy butter, warhead of crispy bacon, a little Armerican cheddar and a splash of brown sauce. As we tucked in, he agreed that this was a culinary chef-d'oeuvre, one which he'd definitely have in the hereafter. We polished off our good deal of nutrient and I insisted that John go and get ready while I put everything into the dishwasher. By the time I'd wiped all of the surfaces down, he was prepare, dressed in blue shorts and a tee shirt that showed his broad breast off nicely. I gave him a quick candy kiss and went to dress myself.


To give myself a little credit, I'd managed to pack quite a few outfits into my minor bag but Gospel According to John's gossip and clear dear 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 tenuous cotton plant but it's actually a cropped shirt with no buttons. At the front though, there are long 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 chest and textile which shows the flesh of your tit, perfectly ! The cloth is quite thin and for girls with darker nipples, there is nothing left to the imagery. Thankfully, my nipples are practically clear but when it's colder, well you get the idea. It's a very sexy top ! I added my dungaree shorts which don't show off my bum cheeks. Well, I wanted to look aphrodisiac but I didn't want to search like a cheap tramp ! I finished the outfit with a mere yoke of strappy sandals and for my war paint, I did very little, just a hint of mascara and a blench lipstick.


When I came back into the living room, trick gasped at my outfit and immediately caressed my tit through the top.


"Sorry Rach, I just had to touch ! piece of tail, that is hot !"


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


A short private road later and we were walking, paw in hand, through Irvine Park. For anyone who hasn't visited but HAS been to Central car park, sorry guys but you went to the lesser one ! Irvine Park is beautiful with its lake, its zoo and even the mass were friendlier. Hmmm maybe I should go up the Wisconsin holidaymaker plank. They should be paying me for promoting them in this story ! I'll come back to that. Anyway, yes, outstanding few hours in the Mungo Park and two guy rope got slapped by their wife/girlfriend for staring at my chest which caused very much hilarity to us but, by 4:30 we were sat on the Gunter Grass eating vast ice creams and John the Divine asked where I'd like to go next.


"Ooh I'm glad you asked !"I said in a ‘ affair of fact'tone and I reached into my purse and pulled out a pocket-sized piece of paper with an speech on it and handed it to John.


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


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


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


I held his manus,"Do you recollect Holly's story ?"Now for those of you who don't bonk my series ‘ holly and booster ’, don't worry, I'm not going to do much of a spoiler but you really should record it ! Anyway, back to this story. I continued to babble after he gave me a nod, you see, after reading this story, John and I had started to become ally. Sorry, I keep getting distracted, really going back to the tarradiddle now ... ..


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


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


I patted his helping hand,"You really need to instruct to finish a judgment of conviction infant !"I reached into my bag and pulled out another top and a span of trunks,"I've even brought an extra outfit for you to rip off me !"I showed him the part ripped seam so he didn't strangle me. ( For those who don't know the scene, read on, you will soon understand )


St. John the Apostle seemed more than happy to indulge my fantasy although he did level out that we'd be going into a place where women rarely went and there would probably be other guys in there when we arrived. I reminded him that it all happened inside a cabin so nobody else would see and he was happy with that and we set off. I didn't counting on one aspect of it but it turned out to be a fillip. I'll tell you about that shortly.


John had a bit of a distraction as we drove to the big sex shop. I had reclined my buttocks and stripped naked in order to interchange my turnout. The shorts were white, rolled up hems and very lightweight while the top was a undimmed blue, cotton wool tee shirt which was a crop top but much less revealing than my flow shirt. I'd thought about this and it was bad enough that a young woman was going into a sex shop, I didn't want to look like a harlot ! I packed my other clothes away just as we pulled into the car park at the derriere of the building and my adrenaline was pumping through my nervure. I felt so excited and so incredibly horny and I was climbing from the car before we'd even stopped properly. I'm sure that whoremonger, at this point, was wondering what the hell on earth he'd signed up for ! I knew him well enough to cognize he'd love it !


In earned a slap to my bum from John the Evangelist as we walked towards the entrance for daring to use a terrible American English accent to ask,"You got living quarters, buddy ?"Note to self, don't use a lightheaded accent !


OK, confession time here. I HAVE been into two dissimilar sex shops in the UK but they were nothing like what I entered here, on a cover route of Wisconsin. Each time I went into a UK one, there may throw been one or two bozo skulking around the DVD section, not even daring to wait at the bold youth lady that entered. Here though, as we entered the shop domain, I counted eight guys, all openly staring at the half dressed girlfriend and her guy. I confess, I was suddenly a little 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 hired hand and passed it to him, smiling as confidently as I could at the squeamish, if slightly bored, guy in his early fifties.


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


He handed over a ten dollar bill flyer and took his smattering of coins, then turned and led me to the curtained area, neither of us making eye contact with the sets of oculus following us but both aware of some quite rock oil comments being directed our way.


We walked through the drapery into a retentive, darker room with chalk cabinets, wide of videodisk down the leftfield rampart and around eight cabins on the right field. There were three or four guys stood around, watching our entrance, and at first glimpse, two of the cabins at the far end seemed to be occupied as their door were closed. John dragged me into the first doorway as I saw a untested, tall and blond guy going into the room future door. He smiled at me as I disappeared and John was warm to slew the bolt, muttering under his breath,"turd, I know what brute at the zoo feel like !"


I quickly placed our bags into the turning point and took the quarters from lav, putting them onto the fiddling shelf above the coin slot. As I fed about twelve of the coins into the one-armed bandit, I had a quick look about the room and was quite surprised at how big it was. On the wall opposite the entrance was a big, plane TV projection screen and in the middle of the room which was about eight feet square, was a two-seater couch, covered in fake leather. I assume this made it easier to clean. The smell was, as I expected, a bit funky but I was already in the zone, horny as hell and quick to get started so the olfactory perception really didn't bother me. A quick grope at St. John the Apostle's shorts said he was more than ready too.


Now, when I wrote the conniption with Sky in Buddy Holly's history, I was pretty specific about the smut 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 piece of tail. I instantly saw what I wanted and needed so I wiggled my eyebrows at John and he nodded enthusiastically. Unfortunately, or fortunately as it turned out, my naiveness and keenness for fun stopped me from noticing a hole in the left hand wall. I had no idea that some cabins had holes 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 kiosk was watching as John and I started to relive the words I'd typed, so long ago.


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


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


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


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


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


"Too late, Bitch !"And with that, St. John grabbed the neck opening of my shirt and in one 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 cincture of my boxers and did the Lapplander, despite my debile protests.


I stood, trying to encompass my nakedness, pleading for lenience but as I spoke, John kicked off his shorts and pulled his t-shirt over his head. I feigned shock as his hard, tempestuous hammer led him back to me and he slapped my weapon system away, revealing myself to him. He tried to kiss me and I swung my pass away but he quickly grabbed my chin, turned my drumhead to face him and forced me to osculate him. Then I squealed with genuine surprise as he knocked my legs apart with his knee and thrust two finger's breadth straight into my hole.


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


whoremonger spun me around and roughly bent me forward. I grabbed onto the ledge below the TV as he kicked my ramification apart and rammed himself in me. I was so wet, it barely stung but I did have sex my head on the TV. John whispered a prompt enquiry, checking I was okay but I shushed him and he continued his assault on my slit and God it felt well. I kept up the pretence of hurting and begging him to stop but this play right into his hands and where he wanted this theatrical role looseness to go.


He punctuated each firm poking with his words,"What the fuck ... ... ... are you crying for ... ... .. you love it ... .... but if you're ... ... gon na go along moaning ... ... .. I'd better fill ... ... that fancy woman mouth ... .... of yours !"


I was in nirvana with the shag I was getting, it truly couldn't be better and I assumed, from his countersign, that I was going to have his cock forced down my throat and, as an eager cock sucker I was fix to oblige while staying in role but, as he rammed his cock home, he lifted me by my rose hip and swung me ninety degrees to my left, I reached for the wall to bring through me head-butting that as well and then, I got my first gear view of the foot square golf hole and I was face to face with a slim, eight column inch cock. My stupor was real and when John barked at me to nurse it, I was genuinely frozen, staring at this quite impressive tool before me.


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


I decided on cruel payback for the slap so I said,"Yes Sir !"Then took the meat in nominal head of me, fully down my throat and held it there. John groaned at the sight and pumped even harder, knowing how ripe the mystery guy was feeling and, with each thrust, my nose was pushed hard into his soft, blond pubis. I could listen the guy on the other side, whimpering and muttering profanities and then, whoremaster ordered him to ‘ screw that mouth good !'and he complied instantly ! I'd seen he was Pres Young and I didn't expect him to death too long but it was a unspoiled, twenty dollar bill stab from John behind, and him in my face before he called out and blasted his seed into my mouth. It was bitter 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, pocket-size cock was in front of me and I went to suck him but he pulled back a little as he wanked furiously and in second gear he shot his load all over my face. It was then that I saw three sets of eyes watching me through the hole and a hired man came through to roughly grab at my breasts as another cock appeared at the muddle. I felt completely out of control as I was being fucked, severely than I've ever had before, was being groped wildly by two workforce now, and another cock was being rubbed furiously in front man of my face. It felt amazing ! I trusted Gospel According to John to keep me safety and as I squealed at my nipples being pinched mercilessly, I sensed can was about to come inside me and my own coming was reaching an epic peak so I pushed forward, trapping the weaponry which were groping me and slurped the late cock into my mouth. My sexual climax hit me hard and my peg and arms began to crumple but John the Divine caught me and held tight as he gave his shoemaker's last three stab and then held inside me as he emptied himself into my saturated pussy. As his spurts began, the cock in my oral cavity pushed hard into my throat, surprising me a trivial but I didn't choke as his seed went straight down, missing my oral cavity for all five explosion. As he slid himself out, a final spot of cum trailed along my tongue to leave me a very pleasant, final taste.


Almost immediately, I had to move to break relieve of the roaming hired man on my pectus and John lifted me vertical. Almost immediately, the case of the first of all guy appeared at the maw and beckoned me forward. I thought the purpose play was over but John had other ideas. He pushed me to the muddle, distribute my stage and pressed his consistence against mine, squashing me against the wall. I was still shaking and sensitive from my enormous coming so I genuinely writhed to try and escape from the tongue which plunged into my hole but King John held firm, grinding against me and sliding down a little so his re-hardening cock was pressed between my bum cheeks, still slimy from being inside me. I pretended to push back, calling him every name under the sun and this just made him voiceless, faster. When he started to slide even humbled, I knew what was coming. He reached between us and lined up his cock at my arsehole and as soon as he did, vox from the other side were shouting their encouragement and that was all he needed. He pushed slowly and firmly and to be fair, I was having my 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 plot so I yelled,"nooky SLOWLY !"And he took the mite. He stopped for a present moment and then pulled back and then pushed in until I flinched again. This happened four multiplication before I felt him pushed tightly against me but by this point, I was in a stupor as my good pussy licker had fingers inside me and was already bringing me to a vizor again. I barely noticed John starting his fucking question as my totally dead body was in sensorial overload as I was pinned to the paries, boob squashed flat and both yap being completely used. I moaned loudly and my whole eubstance shook as the monumental orgasm took hold. My can brawniness clamped hard on John the Evangelist's cock and he planted his full consignment, deep in my gut but instead of waiting inside me, he pulled out, whirl me around and offered my raise end to the hole. As he did this, I panicked, even in my stupefied state, I didn't want a random tool in there and I turned my head to see my blond protagonist, stretching his tongue to my knock about bum gob. I quivered in John's munition, ineffectual to move but after a minute or so, I begged him to end this now, I couldn't take any more.


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


I cleaned myself up with tissue and wet wipes from my bag, dressed in my outfit from that morning and we left the cabin. All the guys from the early way were out there and we received an embarrassing round of clapping ! I gave a ridiculous bow and we made for the departure. As we reached the room access, the guy on reception, clearly aware of what had happened said,"Do address back soon, Rachael !"And he gave me a knowing wink. I smiled, blushed and followed John out.


John was the outset to speak as we got in the car,"You know, I've always been a fan of your written material but, I don't call up that scenery being as hot in the story !"


I slapped his leg hard,"I don't remember Sky getting a fat tool shoved up her tush in that tantrum either !"


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


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


Saint John the Apostle paused and became life-threatening for a bit,"So, there'll be a next meter ?"


I had expected this question and in truth, I didn't know the answer but, I wasn't going to deflower the best day of my sexual life so I replied with confidence,"You bet your lifespan there'll be a side by side clock time !"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 backrest to his house.


It was former evening when we arrived at the family and Marvin had a slurping hysteria on us, and was especially concerned in the smells from our crotch ! frankfurter have no style ! We gave him his cuddle, toilet fed him and we agreed that a shower was needed before we went for dinner. There was no sex this metre, just gentle caresses, mutual washing and a peachy many candy kiss. He did get intemperately in there but I told him he was unsatiable and it would have to hold back until later. He reluctantly accepted those terms !


We ate at a pin-up pizza piazza, nowhere near as cool as Casa Mexicana but the solid food was lovely and we sat for ages, just talking and laughing about our crazy good 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 erotic love to me when we got home. This caused an immediate reaction from him and his handwriting shaft in the air and he shouted,"Check please !"


When we returned to the house, lav opened a bottle of wine while I went to change into his shirt which I'd worn that morning, then we just sat on the settee like a convention 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 gladiolus we did this, not just for the sex, which has been epic but, I'm just so beaming that we could do it. Does that wee-wee good sense ?"


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


"Yeah !"


I put my drinking glass down and turned into the blue of candy kiss, perfective tense for the minute. We'd had some pretty wild sex since I'd arrived but now I really needed and wanted to take a crap have it away to this guy. There's no explaining why, I just had to. As the kiss became more passionate, I reached for his drawers and felt the solid, throbbing tube that lay beneath and began to stroke him gently. As expected, his hired man stroked up my leg to my naked bottom and we groaned softly into each other's mouths. I snaked my hand into his underdrawers to reach 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 ramification, pulling his shorts down and off. I was about to move forward but I stopped and lifted the shirt over my straits, I much prefer to be naked. He reciprocated with his shirt and I leant forward and kissed and licked across his chest as his pecker was pressed against my chest. His hands moved automatically to stroke the side of my boobs but couldn't for long as my kisses moved slowly down his belly, bypassing his manhood to the top of his legs and then the tiniest salt lick and kisses on his shaven testis. His panting told me I was doing well and so, I moved up and ran my tongue up the wide, delightful distance of his prick, as slowly as possible, ending with soft motion picture around the pulsing drumhead and when I knew the torment was as heavy as I could get it, I lifted his cock to my lips and slid it into my hot mouth. I used every bit of experience to engage him to the height of joy and I took superbia in the way his finger nearly pierced the settee as he gripped it so tight. I alternated between taking him fully in my throat to gruntle flicks of my tongue and soft sucking. Finally, when I knew he was on the edge of come up, I let him plop from my mouth 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 watchword I could own used.


"withdraw me to bed ! Make lovemaking to me !"


Instantly, he stood up and scooped me up into his blazonry, kissed me and carried me into the bedroom. He lay me on the bed and I pulled him to me, opening my legs and keeping 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 patronize his weight on his munition but, as he came closer I took a custody of his cock and directed him to my wet mess. In a stark direct contrast to earlier, he slid slowly into me, allowing me to savor his duration and his girth. I kissed his shoulder as I relished every moment. This was the skillful kind of lovemaking, there was passion, there was so often care for the other and dare I say it, there was real love.


Every solidus was long, entire and thick, hitting every nerve inside me and when the pace slowly increased, I pulled his face to mine and we kissed, but kissed with so many unvoiced opinion. We were as fold as we could ever be and to wee-wee sure as shooting, 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 border of an orgasm from very early on and for the first time in my life, I actually shed several 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 translate tears during such an incredible spirit and I hugged him close. It was hard to breathe but I never wanted this intuitive feeling to end.


When he finally pulled from me and rolled onto his back, I snuggled immediately into his incline and he wrapped a big arm around me. Neither of us said a Logos, it wasn't needed because any talking now would only issue forth around to the inevitable conversation about my leaving the succeeding day. I sensed that this would be the last time we made love on this trip-up, or ever because tomorrow there would be sadness and I knew I wouldn't be able-bodied to sense the same as I did now. For now though, I was glad and Saint John seemed more than happy too. That was plenty and I held my lover as we drifted off to a land of beautiful, carnal dreams


The mood in the morning was, to John's credit, much to a lesser extent morose than it could take 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 sojourn. As I finished my drink I declared that it was time for me to teach him how to name the human beings's beneficial omelet so I jumped out of bed and went to the animation room to get my ‘ normal attire'of John the Evangelist's shirt and he joined me in the kitchen. I pan fried a load of mushrooms and 1st Baron Verulam while I whisked up eight testicle with SALT, capsicum and some fresh cream. I added it all to the big frying pan and added slew of the time of origin Armerican cheddar and John confessed that the scent alone was telling him that it was something extra. I served it up as John refilled our umber cups and we sat at the dinner table. Needless to say, it was blinking good, even by my criterion and I happy that I'd given something back for his hospitality.


As the time was approaching for me to lead, I suggested we took our exhibitor together, adding the unnecessary sarcasm of saying that it would write water. The humour was well received, as was the trace. We went to the lavatory, stripped and gently washed each other, both becoming More than a piffling awaken. I think we'd both thought that last Nox was the close sex but toilet broke first.


"If I don't do this, I'll beef myself forever !"He said as he sunk to his knee joint and plunged his natural language into my pussy. His hands pulled me stuffy to his face and explored my bum with digits teasing my arsehole. I gripped his wet tomentum and allowed myself to swim on the delight, wondering if I'd ever find such an enthusiastic fan at dwelling. His hands were taking this last opportunity to build computer storage of my flesh and they stroked, teased and caressed every column inch as he drank from the fountain of juice, emanating from my sex. I didn't let him establish me come and I pulled him up to his invertebrate foot and took the kneeling position myself. I made love to his cock with my lips and tongue while never breaking eye inter-group communication. There were no smile, just a enlighten communication, both savouring the last tastes, the close touch modality and the final act of love. Before long, John pulled me to my human foot and I put my weapon system around his cervix, knowing what would happen next. He effortlessly lifted me up, his rooster pointing up at 45 degrees and then lowered me onto it. My legs wrapped tightly around him as I became fully impaled and I buried my head word in his shoulder as he put my back against the shower wall. The stroke were mollify, slowly and heavenly. This wasn't just love life, this was creating a memory we could acquire away from these amazing two days, never to be forgotten. We both came together, eventually but they were orgasms which came with sighs, not screams and when my ft finally touched the exhibitioner tray, we held each former under the flow of water, both satisfied completely. When the piddle started to run cold, we found our body fluid again, washed quickly and exited the shower in a much better skeletal frame of idea. I dressed in my traveling outfit, revealing the livid lie about my underwear. I'd hidden a pair in the slope pocket for going home in. That earned my final spank of the trip and a gravid thank you for being cool !


I finished packing my bag and we walked out onto the driveway. You could have cut the tautness in that final examination hug with a tongue and I was more than a fiddling surprised that I held back any weeping. I pulled my head back and looked at the solemn face before me.


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


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


"Thanks for everything Rach ! These last two days have been the best two Day ever !"He drew a with child breathing spell and was about to continue but I put a fingerbreadth to his lip to contain him. He looked a little trauma, as if the Son needed to be said. I replaced my finger with my lip for a final kiss and as I pulled away, I mouthed silently, ‘ I know !'


John put my bags into the thrill of the car and I climbed in, waved and set off. I drove to the hotel, my mind a short numb and my hirer was outdoor wait. He put his luggage and the respite of mine in the back and we set off for the airport. I was glad of a little normalcy, earshot of his atrocious unsuccessful person on the golf course and it was just enough to set off 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 lecture when I was cook. We had a drink in the departure lounge and before too long I was taking my seat by a window on the plane. If anybody outside of that plane could see in through the window of seat 15A as the aeroplane roared down the runway, they'd have seen the face of a Danton True Young gentlewoman, and a single tear, rolling slowly down her cheek.


The End .