The Meeting ( 0 )


Cum-Swallowing, Group-Sex
The get together

Anyone who knows me, even a little, will know that I used to be a regular member of a sex forum and would get very knotty with writing sex stories, posting naughty pictures and join in with extremely combative and lively debate. Despite my petite stature, my attitude was not of a meek and meek person. That was the public persona and it was a soundly escapism from my existent life.


Anyone who knew me better on that land site knew another part of me, the veridical me and I could count on my fingers, the people who I allowed to have sex that Rachael. We'd part personal floor of our lifetime, photos of the most inner 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 digit of one mitt ... .. with two finger's breadth amputated ! This story is about one of those three, lavatory, 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 United Kingdom. It's a wonderful place to live, I have a dandy syndicate, ace job and my life story is sound. At the time of this tale, I'd been unceremoniously dumped by my fellow because his sister in law made some horrible comment about me and he found it wanton to chuck me than to be a man and fight down me. C'est la vie !


Now I mentioned my job in the terminal paragraph and I had worked damned hard to get where I was at this degree and at 22 I was earning well above an medium wage, drove a £50,000 companionship car and was the invidia of many people. I'm not being smug about that, just very proud of my achievements ! The other cool thing about my job, being a Personal help to the managing director of a software program company, was that we travelled a lot. In the main we covered all of the UK but we also do a lot of stumble in Europe and occasionally, America.


Anyway, back to being ditched ... ..


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


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


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


‘ You aren't going to believe this but me and my gaffer are flying out on the 23rd Sept, to a short place called Chippewa gloaming, Badger State to see a node who does security installations.'To add to the truth, I quickly added, ‘ Peacock Securities Inc'


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


It was my turn of events to be stunned, ‘ Yeah yeah ! A whole State and you live in the small town I'm visiting !'


His reply was almost quick. He sent a pic of a telephone eyeshade, his name and address clearly shown.


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


Now I knew that John had a bit of a compaction 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 gather you inside two calendar week ! Wow !'


He suddenly became like a dizzy kid so I calmed him a little and said I had no melodic theme of the path as yet but I promised him two affair and made clear one other level. Firstly, I promised that we would definitely meet. second, I would try to format things so we could have a whole afternoon to catch up but he was treating me to intellectual nourishment. Lastly, I said that we would have to run into somewhere public because, despite the fact we'd chatted for historic period, I wanted to be 200 % sure of him as I didn't want to bring my boss as a chaperone ! He accepted it all with his usual good seemliness and by the time we signed off, I couldn't believe I was, in every sense of the melodic theme, about to meet a guy off a smut site ! Oddly though, I couldn't waiting !


Work was busy so the time went quickly and I was keeping a little secret up my sleeve. I'd explained to my gaffer, with a few White person lies, that an old kinsperson friend lived in the townspeople and asked if we could set thing to give me a little time to catch up. I thought he'd assume that I meant an afternoon or an even to have dinner. When he gave me the revamped travel plan, he'd allocated two days and two nighttime that I'd have to myself in Chippewa downslope. I decided immediately to not tell Saint John, 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 black conversations so I thought that maybe, just maybe that the actual idea of meeting had brought about a new lesson quandary for us. I didn't care, I just thought it would be chill to see him. Unfortunately though, that night, thing changed. I couldn't get to log Z's and after all the naughty role performing we'd done, pictures I'd sent him of my nude body and the equally rude ones he'd sent back, my thoughts were of how I'd cope with not seeing his pretty putz in the flesh. Did he not want me like that now ? Had I ruined the legerdemain ? I didn't want to spoil the group meeting so I just let it eat away at me rather than abash John when we chatted. As far as he was aware, we were meeting at 2pm on the twenty-fourth Sep on north bridge deck Street at Lucy's delicatessen. What he didn't know was that I'd be wearing a dress, designed to drive him groundless. This was a bizarre meeting to say the to the lowest degree and my persona had always been a little risqué so this garb wasn't going to change that !


Over the next few days, we spoke each evening and it was clear that there were nerves on both English which seemed brainsick because we knew so often about each early. St. John was talking about places 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 chat ! I hoped he'd head the word ‘ chat'but he just said that it was more than he could ever experience 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 of steps, I decided to push a little more. I was in bed, ready for an ahead of time flight so I opened the confabulation app on my phone.


Rachael : Hey you !

John the Divine : Hi Rach !

Rachael : Whatcha doing ?

John Lackland : Just watching telly, dog curled up with me

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

St. John the Apostle : Yes I can

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

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


I finally saw the break of serve I needed.


Rachael : John, can I be blunt ?

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

Rachael : Heyyyyyy cheeky !

John : Sorry, go on, be blunt !

Rachael : OK, since I mentioned my visit, you've suddenly become extremely reserved and I don't recognise you and now you're holding back about the bloody dog ! What's going on ?

John : OK, honestly ?

Rachael : Always !

King John : OK, I'm terrify !

Rachael : Why ?

whoremaster : Rach, I've dreamt of group meeting you for so farsighted 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 nervousness ! Does that wee any sense ?


I was laughing as I typed.


Rachael : YOU pillock ! Do you not recollect I'm nervous too ?

John Lackland : NO ! You are always so convinced !

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

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

Rachael : Why ?

John : TWO mean solar day ! ! !

Rachael : Serious for a minute ....

John the Divine : OK

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

trick : Do you not want to adjoin him ?

Rachael : Of grade I do !

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

Rachael : You are incredibly dense at multiplication !

St. John : Ohhhhhhhhh you mean you might descend to my position ?

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

John : yes I do !

Rachael : Well shut up then !

bathroom : But only if you're sure

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

John : I so so so can't wait

Rachael : Sami here !

Gospel According to John : Have a dependable flight of stairs baby

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

John : My pleasure ! Goodnight xxx

Rachael : Xxxx


I closed the app, turned out the igniter and tried to imagine how that confluence would go. I imagined the revelation frock which is tight and gives my bantam boobs a good boost. It never fails to get attention but the man I was meeting has already seen naked photos of me so the tantalization was somehow even cracking. My digit found my pussy as I imagined him getting hard in his trousers as soon as he saw me and that first hug would have his cock pressing into my belly as my 5ft 1 physical structure pressed into his 6ft 2 one. I've never tired of pictures of his long, fat cock and within 48 hr, it would be throbbing right in front end of me. I rubbed my clit faster as I imagined what could pass after dejeuner and at that degree, just as a beautiful culmination washed over me, I knew that his delicious cock would be filling me with his cum, no doubt !


flight day was a nightmare ! A two closure escape and hanker effort from the aerodrome saw us arrive at our hotel at 9pm, local time. We dined at a lovely local anaesthetic restaurant but we were so tired, I couldn't tell you the public figure of it but they did do a beautiful Piper nigrum sauce steak followed by a magnificent cheesecake ! ( When in Rome etc ) We had a few drink and while my political boss was calling abode to his wife, I walked out to the street and took a photograph of the street sign and sent it to John with a content. All I said was, ‘ Real enough yet ?'


I didn't spirit for a reply until I was back in my way and I chuckled when I saw it. He'd replied to the effect that it had taken every ounce of willpower to contain him from driving into town to say hi. I wished him goodnight, put my speech sound on bearing and within irregular I was asleep.


At 8:30am, our breakfast encounter with the guest started. Over a spate of solid food, my training for the meeting were perfect and we achieved everything we had set out to do. By 11am, we were discussing extra business organization we could do for our client and by noontide we had made our final musical note and were preparing to lead. We'd been to a local bar for an informal winding down of byplay with two of their director and they'd thanked us profusely. I then realised how my boss had worked the two liberate mean solar day into the misstep as the three hombre started to talk about their golfing challenge and I made my exculpation for not joining them, especially after their games. I knew how a great deal my foreman could drink and I really did opt my own programme for the next 48 hours ! At 12:30pm, my Bos passed me the keys to the hideous Toyota Prius hire car and kissed my cheek, thanking me for my awesome prep study. We made our leave-taking and I promised to prevent him updated on my safety and whereabouts. He does look after me.


Our hotel was only a two instant walk away so I made my way to my room. I dressed quickly into my limited outfit, applied a little makeup and looked in the mirror. My tight red garb with the zip up the front end which stopped halfway up my tit was borderline obscene but, the scant black jacket added decent class to add a little decency to the final look. The cushioning gave a little hyperbole to my smaller dresser and I was terribly proud of the extra cleavage it afforded me. I gave a little twirl in the mirror, checking out how tiny my bum looked and was More than happy as I turned towards the door but I stopped, paused and walked back to count at myself again. The dress demanded that I couldn't wear a bra as the cushioning was built in but the tightness meant my knickers were still, ever so slightly visible. I bent over and with a picayune struggle, I pulled my red, lacy step-in down my legs, straightened the dress and grinned broadly. If this didn't relieve oneself his centre pop out, nothing would ! I made my way to the basement garage and the car, entered the address of Lucy's Deli and set off. According to the satnav, I'd get in about XV minute of arc early and I knew I'd need that time to calm myself down.


The road outside Lucy's, compared to any English people town, was very broad and I was proud of to find a parking place across the route from the Deli. My heart was pounding in my chest and I took several deep hint before I gave up on trying to kibosh my hired hand from trembling. Before I flew from England, I'd checked out the poser of car that Saint John the Apostle said he drove and I was scanning the street for one that looked standardized but, the same as an American in England, all the cars were estrange to me and I was about to give up looking however, at 1:55pm a tan, Chevrolet Cavalier pulled up, right outside Lucy's. As I saw the familiar font appear from the car, my nerves vanished, I grabbed my handbag and jumped from the Toyota. The local anaesthetic were slightly bemused by the diminutive blonde leaping from a car and screaming,"King John !"as loud as she could and waving frantically !


The huge grin on John's brass made me laugh out loud and he ran across the road to me and I leapt into his arms for the biggest, effective and most fulfil hug of my spirit. He held me to him with his arms wrapped tightly around my waist and mine around his cervix and our impertinence pressed closely together. We both said matter along the lines 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 dress didn't sit up too far and he kissed my impertinence after he'd put me down. That wasn't right for me though.


I put my hands on my hips theatrically,"Really ? thou of miles and you kiss my buttock ?"Grabbing his shirt I pulled him to me and planted a right kiss on his lips and discombobulate my arms around his neck opening again. I knew that tongues were improper right now but I think he liked our first kiss, especially by the smiling as I pulled away and secondhand my thumb to wipe off the lipstick and then my next remark of,"OK we've met, now feed me !"


His big cheek tried to take on a seriousness,"Ahhh the notable appetency of the flyspeck Brit ! ejaculate on then !"


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


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


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


As John ordered our food for thought 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, comfortable and so right where I was. I'd seen so many exposure of this guy but, as I looked closer, he was so much taller, well built and cuter than I'd ever realised. He caught me checking him out and winked into the mirror at me. We were both grinning like schoolhouse kid and the wretched cow behind the counter huffed a few prison term which just made us both laugh more and she couldn't get us to sit down quick enough, saying she'd impart our order across.


helping stave aside, the side by side hour 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 sentry that a sudden sadness came from the other position of the table.


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


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


"Shit ! Only two minute ?"He gasped


I couldn't do it to him anymore so I took his hand, squeezed it tightly and in a whisper I said,"Two DAYS if you want me !"And with that, I leant across the board and kissed him. The kiss was flaccid and I allowed my tongue to bug his lips until his own tongue met mine. The temperature instantly rose in the way but time seemed to suffer still. That candy kiss could have been for just a hour or for an hour, I truly couldn't Tell you but, as we broke I managed to whisper,"direct me home !"


After another peck on the lip, lavatory paid the bill and then, as any man would, he walked me over to my car. He told me that he'd plow his car around and I could follow him for the few short-circuit miles to his home. I realised right then that I still resembled a Cheshire cat and the nerves I'd brought with me had been replaced by an unbelievable, fizzy excitement for what may happen. Who was I kidding ? I knew what was going to befall ! We were going to fulfil one of the many sexual scenarios that we'd spoken about in one of our persona playing sessions, or one of the scenes in my many stories. The lonesome real dubiousness were, which story and who would lease the lead story ? The aching in my groin sort of answered the latter question for me and a little design of seduction was forming, even before I pulled into the traffic behind Gospel According to John's car.


The ride to John's house was only five or ten minutes and, when we stopped at some dealings luminosity, I slipped my crownwork back on. I was witting that John probably had neighbours and no matter where you are in the cosmos, neighbour like to gossip. As I climbed out of my car on the neat driveway of a pretty, single storey base, I carried my briefcase and looked very professional person. Maybe pro with a hint of slutty, but master was definitely in the description !


"Welcomed to my plate, Rach !"St. John the Apostle said with justifiable pride.


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


He knew I was a dog nut and I'd seen photos of Marvin from day one so as he opened the doorway, a big ointment blur flew past us, charged around the front end lawn and then pounced on his headmaster for nestle. Only after a legal brief dogfight with can did he see the stranger and then I had a lovely affectionate greeting for a mo ( Standard ‘ Hello'of a pry trying to go up my skirt ) until he got bored and decided that it was time for Saint John to feed him and he made a dah for his nutrient bowl. John Lackland apologised profusely for the lack of nicety of his dog and told me to come in and make myself at home while he saw to Marvin.


The front threshold opened into a big living elbow room with pine laminated floors and as John went towards the rear of the house, I had a nosey around. A beautiful, black leather retinue with a four-seater settee took pride of place, all death chair aimed at the tremendous TV in one street corner of the room, by the window. In the opponent quoin was a Brobdingnagian wooden unit which was bursting at the seams with CDs and I gave a wry grin thinking that John Lackland was definitely a bachelor despite the fact that his ‘ married woman'had left but, having always been a bit of a hoyden, I loved his dash. By the time he came back in the way, I was looking through some photograph on the mantlepiece and the cool guitar which was hanging above it.


"Love the billet John Lackland ! Do I get the rest 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 handiwork down there, then back up to see the rest of his lovely home. The last elbow room was where we both silently wanted to be, his sleeping accommodation. It was a big room with the prat window looking out onto early planetary house and a Brobdingnagian bed with very warm coloured sheet of paper. The smell in the room was of freshly laundered linen paper and I smiled inside that he'd changed his bedclothes for my visit ! I decided that I had to take away control of the situation or I'd explosion so I stood by the window, looking outside as I said,"I'd have to keep this dim down if I lived here ! Neighbours can be awfully nosey !"With that, I released the screen and it dropped down to the windowsill. I wiggled my eyebrows and laughed to celebrate him a little confused as to my intent and before he could annotate, I asked to use the john. He pointed me towards the ensuite and I gave him a peck on the lips, making some comment about being bursting for a pee, just to keep him off guard.


I'd picked up my purse on the way back through the animation room as every girl would when using a strange bathroom and after I peed ( yes, I was actually bursting for a pee ), I used my wet-wipes to refresh up below and then I stood before the mirror, preparing for my master design of seduction. I was still wearing my jacket and I carefully slid down the zip at the nominal head of my dress. I've mentioned that it's quite tight so as I moved the zip down, each side separated to disclose Sir Thomas More of my pectus and I stopped, just above my belly button so the sides of the attire and my crownwork were just covering the centres of each breast but trick was going to be treated to the full sheik of each small mound. My skin is very ovalbumin but very smoothen and I was getting flighty at this brassy show 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 threshold and walked back into the room. john was sat on the bed and his jaw dropped open as he lifted his point. I smiled as I walked slowly towards him, letting my jacket crown spill from my shoulder joint, 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 !"


lav gulped hard as I took the cobbler's last step towards him and his hands went to my hips and he leant forward to kiss me, only having to hand up slightly from his seated stance. As we kissed, his hands caressed my bum and I sighed softly, breaking the buss after a minute or so and taking half a step back again. His hands trembled as he slowly slid the zip down, placing a diffused kiss between my boob before revealing them in their petite glory, pulling back to junket on the farewell of my clothes. He sighed as my shaved pussy came into panorama and then pulled the zip fully down and pushed the dress off my shoulders, leaving his internet acquaintance stood completely naked in his bedroom.


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


I smiled as I moved closer to him, pulling his pass to my chest and biting my lip as his big, strong hand touched my naked bum and his kisses went straight for my painfully hard teat. Almost instantly, my legs began to quiver as his caress my bottom and then my back, pulling me harder to his nibbling rima oris, moving across my chest. The heating plant in my pussycat growing wildly and just as I was wondering how long I could remain 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 osculation was. I planted my rim firmly on his and our tongues began an straightaway conflict, so intense that I barely noticed him laying me down on the bed and positioning himself beside me. His heavenly helping hand massaged my knocker firmly and I sensed some trepidation from moving down in the mouth but before I guided him to my aching cunt, there was another consequence that needed attention. I broke the osculation and panted my two Good Book instruction.


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


John kissed me hard again and jumped up from the bed. He was about to pop out undressing but stopped dead and I watched his eyes, feasting on my nudity. I should have been embarrassed but I just smiled and asked if he was happy. I know it was a stunned doubt but it threw him and he stuttered before saying that he couldn't ever be felicitous. He was then looking me up and down, looking for more 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 dainty. His body was full, tone up and lovely but his pecker, his big fat cock finally came into panorama 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 growling as I reached for the yummy small-arm of heart and soul that I'd seen so many times before in photos and just as I'd imagined, my fingers barely reached around its girth. My holding his prick was enough of a sign for Saint John the Apostle and I soon felt his script cupping my entirely pussy and in seconds, a digit slid easily and fully inside me. I bit his shoulder softly and opened my legs slightly to afford him better access. It felt so expert and from the dissonance down below, I was as wet as I could ever be and despite my dear of foreplay, I just needed filling, and I needed it now. With the gentlest of pushing, I rolled lavatory onto his back and there was a small look of concern as I extracted myself from the two fingers he'd teased inside me. To facilitate any dubiety he had, I gave little butterfly candy kiss across his case as I straddled his consistence and ground myself against his manhood. He took the initiative and gripped my keister firmly and added even more force per unit area 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 succus from the short grinding and when I pushed back, he slid smoothly into me. He stretched my rim tightly and despite the diminished sting, the get-go half of his seven inches was in. I lifted almost completely off him and then pushed down harder and by the one-third get-up-and-go, our organic structure were fully connected. I held the attitude, 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 dresser, I stared into his oculus, a wry smirk on my face as I raised and lowered myself, torturously slow, revelling in the delicious richness in my sex. John's mouthpiece was a permanent ‘ O'having given up after his previous attack to vocalise his thoughts. The only if sounds in the room were the grave ventilation and mild oink each time I dropped fully onto his staring prick. Little by small I increased my pace and John Lackland's right helping hand sought out my breasts as his left thumb started to massage my clitoris with vigour.


"I'm not going to net long !"He gasped as I was looking down at the incredible sight of his midst tube-shaped structure, stretching my pussy to the max and glistening with the eternal menses of my juices. The air was dense with the odour of luxuria and I could feel my own orgasm rising and prayed he would last long enough to percentage our first-class honours degree climax.


Suddenly, John pulled me to his chest and then rolled me onto my backbone. For a abbreviated instant, his full-of-the-moon weightiness was on me and pushed me deep into the mattress and for the briefest of seconds I felt so humble and powerless but then he took further ascendence and it was amazing. He pushed his upper dead body from mine, nudged my legs wider apart and began fucking me, fucking me hard and I screamed out in joy ! My orgasm was heading towards us like a smoke train and he was in no question as to my pleasure but after a few minutes, and me being correctly on the bound he stopped. I asked him what the Hell he was doing, out of total shock, but before all the words were out, he'd lifted my bum up, off the bed, and buried his brass in my twat. I instantly grabbed two smattering of tomentum and held him tight on my clitoris where his tongue was a blur as his manus squeezed my bum so tight. In seconds I was back on the wand of coming and I let go of his hair and pinched my own nipples to place my brain into orbit. My unit eubstance convulsed and I was drifting in and out of consciousness as every fibre of my being joined in with this amazing political party. I'd wrapped my wooden leg around his neck at some point and, as their clutch began to wane, I felt them being pushed up as John slid his shaft back into me. I swear it had grown in the last few minutes and, with my articulatio genus pushed back by the slope of my oral sex, I watched in awe as it parted my sensitive pussy and plunged fully into me. I was mesmerised and the altogether experience revitalised the climax which had been dissipating and I felt my unscathed consistence cramp with each right thrust which were pounding my lilliputian frame into the bed. We were moaning together but his soon became a roar and his last thrust went deep inside me as I felt his putz pulsing and stretching as he unloaded his chunk into my well-chosen, saturated hole.


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


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


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


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


John kissed my nose and squeezed me close to him,"The but ... .. apart from this sexy ‘ backside'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 pattern life-time and no matter what he, or I felt, that was all it could be, two friend, initiative meeting, wild sex then go. I hoped we could both handle with that.


We lay there, until the Laws of physics deemed his putz soft enough to flump out of me and an contiguous flow rate of copious amounts of fluids started to dribble from me. With a lot screwing up of my look for comedic core, I climbed from the bed and excused myself to the bathroom. I had a pee and used some to a greater extent of my wet wipes to clean up but all the prison term I was in there, I was trying to recall if I'd ever felt so substance after sex with a guy for the first time. I even shocked myself when I realised that I hadn't even given him a gust job, my favourite persona of foreplay ! No issue, I'd make that up to him at some point and demonstrate to him that I hadn't lied about my speciality in that area.


As I returned from the toilet, Saint John the Apostle had climbed under the covering fire and he pulled them back for me to go up under with him. I didn't need a second invitation and I snuggled up beside him, running my deal through his breast hairsbreadth as we chatted. It felt so easygoing, so comfortable and natural, not like it should for someone you only met properly a few hours earlier. All the time we were there, his proper hand was on my back or my bum as he held me stopping point, while his left manus dwarfed mine as he held it on his chest. At some point, we must experience drifted off to sleep.


When I awoke, I noticed that the tincture over the window wasn't as light so the sun must have been setting. I propped myself up on my elbow and Looked over whoremaster's handsome characteristic. His hairsbreadth was greying at the temple which was rather distinguished and he had a few appearing on his chest too. I smiled inside as I thought, that must be the reason he shaves down below, nobody wants grey pubes ! I leant over and slowly sucked his earlobe into my mouth and started a gentle swirling of my tongue. I watched a broad smile appear on his face as his eyelid fluttered opened. I kissed him and then, with a faux-serious boldness said,"We have a problem !"


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


"Well, it's something you're going to hear a lot of over the next two Day !"


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


I nodded and he feigned exasperation before we got into a short tickle fight. I stopped it before we got too horny again because, well I was starving ! I knew my following suggestion would bring though, I said we should share a shower bath. He seemed to like the idea as he swept me up effortlessly and carried me into the bathroom.


In no meter at all, we were stood together under the unassailable flow of piss but, au naturel bodies, roaming hands and lots of soap usually adds up to an erection ! Today was no different and with John's necking of every part of my soundbox under the make-believe of washing me, including a tentative insertion of a finger in my bum, had me pretty horny too. I decided that it was clip 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 stopcock. It was release of Georgia home boy by now and this was my outset proper shut up eyeshot. Immediately I realised why he felt so good as he rode me earlier, the Brobdingnagian head teacher with its flared edges were perfective for stimulating a cunt and he gasped as I hungrily took him into my mouth. I stroked with a twisting motion as I sucked and slurped on the commencement three inches and noticed that John had took hold of the rails as his branch quivered slightly. He was panting already and I suspected that this was not going to last too long. He admitted later that his ex hadn't given him a cock sucking in the last two years of their family relationship. I decided to move forward with my party piece and I moved slightly to a greater extent of his tool into my backtalk, testing the back of my throat. He was a little thicker than any I'd done this with before but I knew I could oversee. I've been blessed with very little gag reflex so I was quite lofty of the soft whimper from Gospel According to John as I pushed forward and my nose pushed hard into his pubic osseous tissue and I held there. Then I pulled slowly away, allowing the total seven inches to reappear from my sass as I held eye contact lens with a very felicitous man. I then plunged it fully in again and as I teased the foreland with my throat muscles, I snaked my tongue out to taunt his ballock. His moan were exquisite and then I grabbed his hips and urged him to bed my pharynx. He didn't take practically convincing and began slow but retentive strokes, raining praise on me from above. I was right that it wouldn't endure farseeing and when he announced that he was coming, I took dominance with my hand on the shaft of light and my tongue all around the drumhead 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 osculation as his predisposition was at its peak.


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


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


"Anytime Rachael, anytime at all !"


As we got out of the shower, whoremaster handed me a big, white fluffy towel and we dried ourselves off. I realised that I'd left my small case in the car so, when Gospel According to John was going out to the bedroom, I asked if he'd head getting it for me. I hung my towel on the railing, found the hairdryer and as usual, I started thinking about solid food and the restaurants I'd passed over the finis few sidereal day, wondering where we were going to eat. My mind was totally in the world of nutrient 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 slight dampness but it was dry enough for now. I followed John to the bedroom and put my fount onto the bed and opened it. I took out a Tesco newsboy bag ( Tesco is Britain's with child supermarket ) and asked Gospel According to John to put it in the fridge. He opened the bag and laughed.


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


Still naked, I put my hired hand on my hips and drew myself up to my good 5 animal foot 1 inch and squared up to him,"Listen beloved, I never travel without my vintage cheddar Malva sylvestris and after I've cooked for you, you'll agree that it's wagerer than sex !"


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


As I started to clean out clothes, I called through to the kitchen,"speculation what I forgot to pack from my other case ?"


John returned to the chamber and was quick to be the perfect host,"Don't concern ! Whatever it is, I'm sure I've got it covered ! I mean, I've got vintage cheddar now !"


I gave him my unspoiled iniquity looking at,"OK then smarty pants, where is your knickers drawer ? I never planned on bra but forgot my panties !"Then, I shrugged my shoulder and added,"Ah well, I'm for certain that idea will celebrate your judgment occupied ! OK where are we eating ?"


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


I pulled on a ashen vest top, not too blotto or revealing and a denim skirt which came to mid thigh. If we were going into a restaurant, I wanted to appear nice for can. He whistled as I came into the living room so, in rules of order 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 mouth,"OK isn't really the good term ! And it sure tastes better than any food we'll eat tonight !"


I congratulated and thanked him for his voguish answer and we headed out to eat. His comments about the food we may eat were very wrongly ! We arrived at a place called Casa Mexicana which was nothing to look at from outside, but inside was a whole unlike narrative with every wall, president and mesa painted with vibrant exposure and scenery. It was the prettiest eating house I've ever been in and the food for thought was incredible. We took our metre between form and after we'd had a coffee, I gave an embarrassing yawn.


"Oh my God, I'm so regretful !"I said as another yawn took appreciation 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 piddling workout this good afternoon ! You've every right to be wrecked !"He lifted my hand and kissed it softly,"Shall we miss out on an all Night club and head back ?"


Saint John the Apostle insisted on paying the visor despite my supplication so I paid a skillful tip and chatted to the owner before we left. We kissed a slight in the car green before I accepted that I really needed to get back.


The restaurant wasn't far from John Lackland's house so we soon back, being greeted by an turn on Marvin who could smell the scraps we'd brought back. John asked if I'd like a warm 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 bedroom, kicked off my shoes and quickly removed my two detail of article of clothing and climbed beneath the eiderdown. Then, as the worst possible house Guest, I fell immediately to sleep.


It must possess been a in effect few hour 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 bathroom. When I returned, my body had obviously cooled a little and I woke John as I backed into him with a dusty bum. He asked if I was OK but I shushed him and told him to get back to kip as I snuggled in, wrapped myself in his arms and drifted off again. That is what sleeping with a bigger guy is all about. That is sleeping perfection. nix beats spooning ! Well, that's not quite true up. Spooning which leads to morn sex is even better, as I was about to find out at around 10am the adopt morning.


The starting time whiz I was aware of was two fingerbreadth, rich inside me and I was incredibly wet. I turned my principal to receive a morning kiss and no sooner than out lips met, the fingers were gone and I gasped as the entire seven inches of his pin-up dick, slid slowly but fully inside me. I wiggled my bum slightly and pushed gently onto his lap, relishing the tactile sensation of being so to the full of ‘ man ’.


The rocking of his hips started slowly and as his work force caressed my chest, I reached back and stroked his bum as the fortuity 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 sexual love to me so perfectly, but then, as I thought this wakeup call couldn't get any substantially, he gripped me tightly and rolled onto his cover, never missing a stroke. He then gripped my hips, spread my legs and started to take a hop me as he raised his rosehip, thrusting his center into me in a way I've never felt before, hitting my G-spot perfectly and I gripped his implements of war tightly as my orgasm hit me immediately. I couldn't motion as my muscle gave in completely and his push took on a new urgency, thrusting more forcefully than I thought possible. My climax grew even gravid and I'm sure the neighbourhood could get a line my vociferation quite clearly as I begged him to come inside me, and in a dozen Thomas More plunges, can's body dissolved into spasms as he emptied his balls.


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


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


Saint John the Apostle kissed the binding of my nous,"Good first light, sexy noblewoman ! Well it seemed like the most logical way to heat 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 !"


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


I turned my heading and gave him a foresighted, balmy kiss,"You learn quickly !"


I extracted myself from John's cock with a bit of a sloppy ‘ plop'and made my way to the bathroom with a wolf whistle from behind me. ( It's always nice to be complimented ! ) I cleaned myself a fiddling, brushed my teeth and as I was about to impart the bathroom, I noticed a pale wild blue yonder shirt hanging on the back of the door. I took it down and put it on, then smiled at my observation in the mirror. Even I knew that there is little as sexy as a pocket-size girl in a guy's shirt. That always looks hot and the low growl from the bed as I went back into the bedroom confirmed that thought.


"Come on, lazybones, fertilize me !"I pleaded in a fake panicky vocalization. It had the desired issue and John climbed out of bed, put on some boxershorts, led me by the hand to the kitchen and lifted me onto a dejection 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 front, gave a broad aspect of my naked body. He sighed heavily.


"Any chance you can just put on this today ?"


I feigned electrical shock 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 for thought NOW !"


whoremaster gave a salutation, turned on his bounder and started breakfast. I busied myself with the coffee machine and we chatted like an old, happy couple, talking about everything and nil. I laughed when I realised that he'd really been listening to our chats and he was making what every Northern English someone passion ... .. Bacon Butties ! Freshly sliced bread, creamy butter, loads of crispy Sir Francis 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 future. We polished off our mountain of nutrient and I insisted that John go and get gear up while I put everything into the dishwasher. By the time I'd wiped all of the surfaces down, he was ready, dressed in blue boxershorts and a T-shirt that showed his broad dresser off nicely. I gave him a nimble kiss and went to dress myself.


To give myself a short recognition, I'd managed to pack quite a few outfits into my smaller bag but toilet's comments and enlighten honey of my wearing his shirt, well it made my option easy. As I pulled the top from my bag, it always looks like a long rag of thin cotton but it's actually a trim shirt with no buttons. At the forepart though, there are long part which wrap around and then tie up, above your belly. The end result is a cool looking shirt with a seeable gap between the breasts and material which shows the form of your boobs, perfectly ! The material is quite thin and for girls with darker mamilla, there is nil left to the imagination. Thankfully, my nipples are much lighter but when it's colder, well you get the idea. It's a very sexy top ! I added my jean shorts which don't show off my bum cheeks. fountainhead, I wanted to depend sexy but I didn't want to look like a cheap tramp ! I finished the outfit with a simple pair of strappy sandals and for my physical composition, I did very petty, just a tactile sensation of mascara and a pale lipstick.


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


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


As any young woman will tell you, compliment don't get tire 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 drive later and we were walking, mitt in hand, through Irvine common. For anyone who hasn't visited but HAS been to exchange Park, sorry guy but you went to the lesser one ! Irvine park is beautiful with its lake, its zoo and even the people were friendlier. Hmmm maybe I should approach the Wisconsin tourist add-in. They should be paying me for promoting them in this story ! I'll come back to that. Anyway, yes, bully few hours in the Mungo Park and two guys got slapped by their wife/girlfriend for staring at my thorax which caused much hilarity to us but, by 4:30 we were sat on the green goddess eating huge ice emollient and John the Divine asked where I'd like to go next.


"Ooh I'm glad you asked !"I said in a ‘ matter of fact'musical note and I reached into my pocketbook and pulled out a small objet d'art of paper with an address on it and handed it to John.


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


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


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


I held his bridge player,"Do you commemorate Holly's story ?"Now for those of you who don't recognize my series ‘ Holly and Friends ’, don't concern, I'm not going to do much of a mollycoddler but you really should read it ! Anyway, back to this story. I continued to talk after he gave me a nod, you see, after reading this history, John and I had started to become friends. 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 parcel as he responded,"Oh God, do I ? That's a nookie hot conniption ! Do you ... ... I mean ... .... Really ?"


I patted his hand,"You really necessitate to instruct to complete a sentence sister !"I reached into my bag and pulled out another top and a duet of short circuit,"I've even brought an spare outfit for you to rip off me !"I showed him the part ripped seams so he didn't strangle me. ( For those who don't know the setting, read on, you will soon realize )


John seemed more than happy to luxuriate my illusion although he did point out that we'd be going into a place where women rarely went and there would probably be other guy rope in there when we arrived. I reminded him that it all happened inside a cabin so nonentity else would see and he was felicitous with that and we set off. I didn't count on one expression of it but it turned out to be a fillip. I'll tell you about that shortly.


John had a bit of a beguilement as we drove to the big sex workshop. I had reclined my keister and stripped naked in lodge to switch my outfit. The short were whitened, rolled up hems and very lightweight while the top was a bright blue, cotton t-shirt which was a crop top but much LE revealing than my current shirt. I'd thought about this and it was bad enough that a female child was going into a sex workshop, I didn't want to take care like a prostitute ! I packed my other clothes away just as we pulled into the car Park at the stern of the construction and my adrenaline was pumping through my vein. I felt so excited and so incredibly horny and I was climbing from the car before we'd even stopped properly. I'm sure that john, at this head, 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 slap to my bum from whoremonger as we walked towards the entrance for daring to use a terrible American English accent to ask,"You got quarters, buddy ?"promissory note to self, don't use a silly accent !


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 WI. Each clock time I went into a UK one, there may have been one or two guys skulking around the DVD segment, not even daring to look at the bold unseasoned peeress that entered. Here though, as we entered the shop domain, I counted eight guy wire, all openly staring at the one-half dressed girl and her guy. I confess, I was suddenly a fiddling nervous but had already anticipated the first question from the man behind the counter.


"Hey honey, got ID ?"


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


"Thanks Rachael !"He said pleasantly,"Have a practiced metre here ! Cabins are through the curtain, you'll motivation quarters !"I smiled at this and looked at lavatory with a ‘ told you so'look on my face.


He handed over a ten dollar sign bill and took his handful of coins, then turned and led me to the curtained domain, neither of us making eye contact with the stage set of oculus following us but both aware of some quite an crude remark being directed our way.


We walked through the curtain into a foresightful, darker room with looking glass cabinets, wide-cut of videodisk down the left bulwark and around eight cabins on the right. There were three or four guys stood around, watching our entrance, and at beginning glimpse, two of the cabins at the far end seemed to be occupied as their threshold were closed. whoremonger dragged me into the first doorway as I saw a Pres Young, tall and blond guy going into the room next door. He smiled at me as I disappeared and lav was quick to slew the thunderbolt, muttering under his breath,"diddlysquat, I know what animals at the zoo feel like !"


I quickly placed our udder into the recession and took the poop from whoremonger, putting them onto the trivial ledge above the coin expansion slot. As I fed about 12 of the coins into the slot, I had a nimble face about the room and was quite surprised at how big it was. On the rampart opposite the entrance was a big, unconditional TV screen and in the middle of the way which was about eight base second power, was a runabout couch, covered in faux leather. I assume this made it well-heeled to clean house. The feel was, as I expected, a bit funky but I was already in the geographical zone, horny as hell and fix to get started so the feel really didn't bother me. A straightaway grope at John's shortstop said he was to a greater extent than ready too.


Now, when I wrote the panorama with Sky in holly's story, I was pretty particular about the porno movie that was playing but on this day, I stopped flicking through as soon as I saw a girl, tied up and taking a severe piece of tail. I instantly saw what I wanted and needed so I wiggled my eyebrows at whoremaster and he nodded enthusiastically. Unfortunately, or fortunately as it turned out, my naivete and avidity for fun stopped me from noticing a hole in the left hand wall. I had no thought that some cabins had holes between them and whoremaster had assumed both the fact that I knew and had seen this one. The Whitney Moore Young Jr. guy I'd seen entering the succeeding cubicle was watching as whoremaster and I started to relive the words I'd typed, so long ago.


bathroom impressed me greatly as we clicked into use performing mode and he began by forcefully sliding the seating back against the rampart with the threshold. This gave us quite a big space and unbeknown to me at the time, a much wagerer panorama for our peeping Tom !


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


I grinned wildly at first, never realising that he'd be so beneficial at this but then, I snapped into ‘ nervous girl style'and tried to push 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 adjacent Holy Writ carefully,"Too fucking late, whore ! Everyone has left for the weekend, it's just you and me and that flirting little ass is mine !"


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


"Too late, bitch !"And with that, privy grabbed the neck opening of my shirt and in one blue-belly apparent movement and the sound of ripping cloth, my jersey was gone completely. I yelped quietly but, as he threw the rags to the floor, he took hold of the waistband of my trunks and did the same, despite my sapless protests.


I stood, trying to cover my nudity, pleading for leniency but as I spoke, John kicked off his boxershorts and pulled his t-shirt over his head. I feigned shock as his hard, angry cock led him back to me and he slapped my arms away, revealing myself to him. He tried to kiss me and I swung my nous away but he quickly grabbed my chin, turned my head to face him and forced me to kiss him. Then I squealed with real surprise as he knocked my legs apart with his knee and thrust two fingerbreadth straight into my hole.


He laughed a low, dirty laugh,"You're a lying bitch too ! You fucking love this ! bet how wet your cunt is !"And with that he pulled his digit from me and wiped them on my back talk."You're shtup gagging for it !"


John spun me around and roughly bent me forward. I grabbed onto the shelf below the TV as he kicked my legs apart and rammed himself in me. I was so wet, it barely stung but I did bang my read/write head on the TV. whoremonger whispered a speedy question, checking I was okeh but I shushed him and he continued his assault on my pussycat and God it felt good. I kept up the pretence of pain and begging him to stop but this played right into his hired man and where he wanted this character play to go.


He punctuated each business firm thrust with his words,"What the shag ... ... ... are you crying for ... ... .. you love it ... .... but if you're ... ... gon na keep moaning ... ... .. I'd better fill ... ... that cocotte back talk ... .... of yours !"


I was in heaven with the fucking I was getting, it truly couldn't be better and I assumed, from his words, that I was going to have his prick forced down my throat and, as an eager shaft fool I was make to bind while staying in character but, as he rammed his stopcock home, he lifted me by my hips and swung me ninety stage to my left, I reached for the rampart to economize me head-butting that as well and then, I got my start opinion of the base square yap and I was expression to face with a slim, eight inch pecker. My shock was real and when Gospel According to John barked at me to wet-nurse it, I was genuinely glacial, staring at this quite telling pecker before me.


trick slapped my bum, quite gruelling and it stung,"Shut yer tears and suction that stopcock, tramp !"


I decided on cruel vengeance for the smacking so I said,"Yes Sir !"Then took the meat in figurehead of me, fully down my throat and held it there. Gospel According to John groaned at the sight and pumped even harder, knowing how good the closed book guy was feeling and, with each jabbing, my nozzle was pushed hard into his easy, blond pubes. I could hear the guy on the other slope, whimpering and muttering profanities and then, St. John ordered him to ‘ fuck that mouth full !'and he complied instantly ! I'd seen he was immature and I didn't expect him to last-place too long but it was a trade good, twenty thrusts from John Lackland behind, and him in my face before he called out and blasted his seed into my mouth. It was acerbic and firm so I spat it on the floor, not noticing what was happening in the cabin next door. When I lifted my top dog, another, smaller cock was in front of me and I went to fellate him but he pulled back a little as he wanked furiously and in endorsement he shot his incumbrance 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 take hold of at my chest as another tool appeared at the golf hole. I felt completely out of control as I was being fucked, harder than I've ever had before, was being groped wildly by two handwriting now, and another pecker was being rubbed furiously in front man of my case. It felt amazing ! I trusted toilet to sustain me dependable and as I squealed at my tit being pinched mercilessly, I sensed John was about to do inside me and my own orgasm was reaching an epos peak so I pushed forward, trapping the munition which were groping me and slurped the latest cock into my backtalk. My flood tide hit me hard and my pegleg and arms began to buckle but John caught me and held tight as he gave his live on three thrusts and then held inside me as he emptied himself into my saturated pussy. As his spirt began, the rooster in my mouth pushed hard into my throat, surprising me a little but I didn't choke as his seeded player went straight down, missing my mouth for all five salvo. As he slid himself out, a final smudge of cum trailed along my knife to leave me a very pleasant, final exam taste.


Almost immediately, I had to actuate to fail relinquish of the roaming hands on my chest and lavatory lifted me upright. Almost immediately, the cheek of the first guy appeared at the mess and beckoned me forward. I thought the theatrical role free rein was over but lav had other ideas. He pushed me to the mess, distribute my legs and pressed his consistence against mine, squashing me against the paries. I was still shaking and sensible from my tremendous sexual climax so I genuinely writhed to try and escape from the knife which plunged into my kettle of fish but John held firm, grinding against me and sliding down a little so his re-hardening hammer was pressed between my bum cheeks, still slimy from being inside me. I pretended to fight back, calling him every name under the sun and this just made him harder, faster. When he started to slide even take down, I knew what was coming. He reached between us and lined up his cock at my arsehole and as soon as he did, voices from the other side of meat were shouting their encouragement and that was all he needed. He pushed slowly and firmly and to be mediocre, 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 prison term before I felt him pushed tightly against me but by this compass point, I was in a daze as my expert pussy licker had digit inside me and was already bringing me to a acme again. I barely noticed John Lackland starting his fucking motion as my unit soundbox was in sensory overburden as I was pinned to the bulwark, tits squashed prostrate and both holes being completely used. I moaned loudly and my completely soundbox shook as the monumental coming took hold. My arse muscles clamped hard on can's pecker and he planted his full load, deep in my bowels but instead of waiting inside me, he pulled out, spun me around and offered my rear end to the yap. As he did this, I panicked, even in my dazed res publica, I didn't want a random cock in there and I turned my point to see my blonde friend, stretching his lingua to my buffet bum mess. I quivered in bathroom's arms, unable 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 jam and slid the settee to block it, finally sitting me down. I instantly felt both trap leaking and was now cognizant of the incumbrance of come on my face, now dripping onto my boobs. I looked at John and we both started laughing like crazy so I put my arms up and pulled him to me for a hug. Simultaneously, we both thanked each early and said ‘ you're welcome'which brought even more laughter but, as we sat there hot, sweaty and extremely satisfy, I tried to remember when I'd even had more stir sex. I realised I hadn't, ever, or since for that matter.


I cleaned myself up with tissue paper and wet rub from my bag, dressed in my turnout from that break of day and we left the cabin. All the Guy 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 expiration. As we reached the threshold, the guy on response, clearly cognizant of what had happened said,"Do call off back soon, Rachael !"And he gave me a knowing instant. I smiled, blushed and followed John out.


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


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


John looked momentarily concerned but saw the sarcastic grin on my nerve,"Oops ?"


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


privy paused and became life-threatening for a instant,"So, there'll be a next metre ?"


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


It was early evening when we arrived at the theater and Marvin had a slurping frenzy on us, and was especially interested in the smells from our genital organ ! Dogs have no manners ! We gave him his cuddles, John fed him and we agreed that a shower bath was needed before we went for dinner. There was no sex this time, just lenify caresses, reciprocal lavation and a dandy many kisses. He did get hard in there but I told him he was insatiable and it would have to await until later. He reluctantly accepted those terms !


We ate at a lovely pizza shoes, nowhere near as poise as Casa Mexicana but the nutrient was lovely and we sat for years, just talking and laughing about our weirdo afternoon. whoremaster 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 urinate love life to me when we got home. This caused an immediate reaction from him and his hand shot in the air and he shouted,"confirmation please !"


When we returned to the menage, John opened a nursing bottle of vino while I went to change into his shirt which I'd worn that morning, then we just sat on the settee like a pattern couple. It was still relatively early so we played some medicine and chatted some more. Eventually, in a very affair 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 happy that we could do it. Does that take a crap sense ?"


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


"Yeah !"


I put my glassful down and turned into the blue-blooded of kisses, perfect for the moment. We'd had some pretty hazardous sex since I'd arrived but now I really needed and wanted to gain eff to this guy. There's no explaining why, I just had to. As the kiss became more passionate, I reached for his underdrawers and felt the self-colored, throbbing tube that lay beneath and began to stroke him gently. As expected, his hand stroked up my leg to my nude undersurface and we groaned softly into each former's backtalk. I snaked my hand into his shorts to touch his hot tool but after one or two strokes, I had to cause him in my mouth. I stood up from the settee and knelt between his legs, pulling his underdrawers down and off. I was about to move forward but I stopped and lifted the shirt over my head, I much prefer to be naked. He reciprocated with his shirt and I leant forward and kissed and licked across his chest as his cock was pressed against my chest. His hands moved automatically to stroke the slope of my dope but couldn't for long as my buss moved slowly down his belly, bypassing his humanity to the top of his legs and then the tiniest clout and kisses on his knock off balls. His panting told me I was doing well and so, I moved up and ran my clapper up the full, Delicious duration of his incision, as slowly as possible, ending with cushy moving-picture show around the pulsing head and when I knew the agony was as great as I could get it, I lifted his cock to my sass and slid it into my hot oral cavity. I used every bit of experience to demand him to the height of pleasure and I took superbia in the way his fingers nearly pierced the settee as he gripped it so soused. I alternated between taking him fully in my throat to gentle moving picture of my clapper and lenient suction. Finally, when I knew he was on the edge of coming, I let him plunk from my mouthpiece and I crawled up his breast, kissing all the way to his lips. He held me closing, looking like a very live up to man and I whispered to him, the most earnest Holy Scripture I could let used.


"Take me to bed ! Make beloved to me !"


Instantly, he stood up and scooped me up into his munition, kissed me and carried me into the bedroom. He lay me on the bed and I pulled him to me, opening my peg and keeping hold of his implements of war, letting him know that I didn't need any foreplay now, I just wanted him inside me. He was deliberate to support his exercising weight on his arms but, as he came closer I took a cargo hold of his stopcock and directed him to my wet trap. In a stark contrast to earlier, he slid slowly into me, allowing me to taste his length and his girth. I kissed his articulatio humeri as I relished every import. This was the estimable kind of making love, there was passion, there was so much guardianship for the other and dare I say it, there was real love.


Every cam stroke was long, full and deep, hitting every nerve inside me and when the step slowly increased, I pulled his font to mine and we kissed, but kissed with so many unspoken persuasion. We were as close as we could ever be and to make trusted, I wrapped my branch around him and pulled him as deep as he could go with every, unbelievable thrust. I was exquisitely on the boundary of an orgasm from very early on and for the first time in my life story, I actually shed several binge as it grew, so slowly but unstoppably and it reached its beautiful crescendo just as John erupted inside me. I wiped my center without him seeing, not knowing if he'd understand snag during such an incredible feeling and I hugged him close. It was hard to breathe but I never wanted this opinion to end.


When he finally pulled from me and rolled onto his cover, I snuggled immediately into his position and he wrapped a big arm around me. Neither of us said a word, it wasn't needed because any lecture now would only come around to the inevitable conversation about my leaving the next day. I sensed that this would be the lowest time we made love on this head trip, or ever because tomorrow there would be sorrow and I knew I wouldn't be able to feel the same as I did now. For now though, I was felicitous and King John seemed more than glad too. That was enough and I held my lover as we drifted off to a domain of beautiful, carnal dreams


The humour in the sunup was, to King John's credit, much LE 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 sojourn. As I finished my drink I declared that it was fourth dimension for me to teach him how to make the universe's best omelette so I jumped out of bed and went to the living room to get my ‘ convention attire'of John's shirt and he joined me in the kitchen. I pan fried a load of mushrooms and bacon while I whisked up eight eggs with salt, capsicum and some refreshed cream. I added it all to the big frying pan and added raft of the time of origin cheddar and Gospel According to John confessed that the smell alone was telling him that it was something especial. I served it up as John refilled our coffee cups and we sat at the dinner table. phonograph needle to say, it was bloody good, even by my standards and I happy that I'd given something back for his hospitality.


As the metre was approaching for me to depart, I suggested we took our shower together, adding the unnecessary sarcasm of saying that it would save weewee. The humour was well received, as was the suggestion. We went to the bathroom, stripped and gently washed each other, both becoming more than a little stirred up. I think we'd both thought that last dark was the concluding sex but john broke first.


"If I don't do this, I'll kick myself forever !"He said as he sunk to his human knee and plunged his tongue into my cunt. His hired hand pulled me secretive to his font and explored my bum with dactyl teasing my bunghole. I gripped his wet hair and allowed myself to blow on the pleasure, wondering if I'd ever find such an enthusiastic lover at home. His hands were taking this last opportunity to progress store of my flesh and they stroked, teased and caressed every inch as he drank from the fountain of succus, emanating from my sex. I didn't let him piddle me come and I pulled him up to his feet and took the kneel position myself. I made love to his cock with my lips and tongue while never breaking eye contact. There were no smiles, just a absolved communication, both savouring the concluding tastes, the final stage touch and the last act of beloved. Before foresightful, John pulled me to my feet and I put my implements of war around his neck, knowing what would fall out next. He effortlessly lifted me up, his dick pointing up at 45 degrees and then lowered me onto it. My wooden leg wrapped tightly around him as I became fully impaled and I buried my head in his shoulder as he put my spinal column against the shower wall. The diagonal were gentle, slow and heavenly. This wasn't just lovemaking, this was creating a storage we could hold away from these amazing two Clarence Day, never to be forgotten. We both came together, eventually but they were climax which came with sigh, not screams and when my feet finally touched the shower tray, we held each former under the flow rate of weewee, both gratify completely. When the water started to run cold, we found our humour again, washed quickly and exited the cascade in a much better frame of idea. I dressed in my travelling outfit, revealing the white lie about my underwear. I'd hidden a twosome in the English air hole for going home in. That earned my final examination spank of the trip and a bigger thank you for being cool !


I finished packing my bag and we walked out onto the private road. You could induce cut the latent hostility in that final hug with a knife and I was more than a piddling surprised that I held back any tears. 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 package a petty squeeze,"I've not finished with this bad boy !"


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


"Thanks for everything Rach ! These conclusion two days have been the comfortably two sidereal day ever !"He drew a with child breath and was about to go along but I put a digit to his lips to check him. He looked a slight trauma, as if the words needed to be said. I replaced my finger with my sassing for a final kiss and as I pulled away, I mouthed silently, ‘ I know !'


John put my bags into the bang of the car and I climbed in, waved and set off. I drove to the hotel, my mind a petty numb and my chief was alfresco waiting. He put his luggage and the rest period of mine in the back and we set off for the drome. I was glad of a slight normality, hearing of his atrocious failures on the golf game class and it was just enough to offset my unhappiness of leaving. I was sealed that my boss had detected something unseasonable but we know each other well enough and he wisely let it be, he knew I'd talk when I was gear up. We had a drinking in the departure lounge and before too longsighted I was taking my rear by a window on the airplane. If anybody outside of that planing machine could see in through the window of seat 15A as the plane roared down the runway, they'd have seen the face of a young lady, and a single tear, rolling slowly down her cheek.


The End .
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