The group meeting

Anyone who knows me, even a little, will sleep with that I used to be a regular penis of a sex forum and would get very involved with writing sex account, posting risque pictures and join in with extremely combative and lively argumentation. Despite my diminutive stature, my position was not of a meek and mild person. That was the public character and it was a good safety valve from my real life.


Anyone who knew me dear on that site knew another persona of me, the real me and I could depend on my digit, the people who I allowed to live that Rachael. We'd share personal narration of our lives, photos of the most intimate nature and we'd even chat on messenger when we were away from the site. The multitude who knew me the best, I could count on the fingers of one hand ... .. with two fingers amputated ! This floor 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 wonderful place to live, I have a groovy kinfolk, first-rate job and my life is good. At the prison term of this report, I'd been unceremoniously dumped by my beau because his sister in law made some horrible scuttlebutt about me and he found it well-heeled 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 average pay, get a £50,000 company car and was the envy of many hoi polloi. I'm not being smug about that, just very proud of my achievement ! The other cool affair about my job, being a Personal help to the managing film director of a software company, was that we travelled a lot. In the briny we covered all of the UK but we also do a lot of misstep in European Community and occasionally, America.


Anyway, back to being ditched ... ..


Paul had left me and as common, I was on-line trying to inspire myself up a bit. John was having his own take and his wife had recently moved out. He said that the solely difference 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 get over and cheer you up !'


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


I laughed out loud as I read his content but not for a grounds you'd think ! In ten mean solar day fourth dimension I was flying out to Badger State with my genus Bos and for all the time we'd talked, I never thought to ask in which country he lived. I knew that my next input wouldn't be believed but I went with it anyway.


‘ You aren't going to believe this but me and my boss are flying out on the 23rd Sep, to a little place called Chippewa Fall, Wisconsin to see a guest who does security installations.'To add to the trueness, I quickly added, ‘ Peacock security Inc'


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


It was my play to be stunned, ‘ Yeah yeah ! A wholly state and you live in the little town I'm visiting !'


His reply was almost immediate. He sent a photograph of a phone bill, his reference clearly shown.


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


Now I knew that John 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 mind how well-chosen you just made me ! I'm going to meet you inside two calendar week ! Wow !'


He suddenly became like a giddy small fry so I calmed him a picayune and said I had no idea of the itinerary as yet but I promised him two things and made realise one early full stop. Firstly, I promised that we would definitely meet. secondment, I would try to arrange thing so we could have a altogether afternoon to catch up but he was treating me to food. Lastly, I said that we would have to meet somewhere public because, despite the fact we'd chatted for geezerhood, 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 grace and by the clip we signed off, I couldn't believe I was, in every sense of the thought, about to contact a guy off a smut website ! Oddly though, I couldn't wait !


Work was fussy so the time went quickly and I was keeping a little unavowed up my sleeve. I'd explained to my boss, with a few white lie, that an old family friend lived in the township and asked if we could align things to give way me a little time to catch up. I thought he'd assume that I meant an afternoon or an evening to have dinner. When he gave me the revamped travel guidebook, he'd allocated two mean solar day and two night that I'd have to myself in Chippewa declivity. I decided immediately to not tell John, just in typesetter's case we didn't get on that well. The other odd thing was, since I'd announced the slip, we'd not had any of our common nasty conversations so I thought that maybe, just maybe that the actual theme of confluence had brought about a new lesson dilemma for us. I didn't precaution, I just thought it would be cool to encounter him. Unfortunately though, that nighttime, things changed. I couldn't get to sleep and after all the naughty purpose playing we'd done, pictures I'd sent him of my naked body and the equally rude ones he'd sent back, my intellection were of how I'd header with not seeing his pretty cock in the flesh. Did he not require me like that now ? Had I ruined the fantasy ? I didn't want to spoil the meeting so I just let it eat away at me rather than embarrass privy when we chatted. As far as he was aware, we were meeting at 2pm on the 24th September on North Bridge Street at Lucy's Delicatessen. What he didn't know was that I'd be wearing a dress, designed to drive him wild. This was a freaky encounter to say the least and my persona had always been a little risqué so this dress wasn't going to commute that !


Over the side by side few days, we spoke each evening and it was clear that there were cheek on both side which seemed crazy because we knew so very much about each other. lav was talking about places we could go if we had the sentence but I was still loth to reveal the admittedly timescale, blaming my boss for complications but confirming that we had at to the lowest degree six hours to natter ! I hoped he'd query 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 adjacent evening, the eve of my flight, I decided to force a little more. I was in bed, ready for an early flight so I opened the chat app on my phone.


Rachael : Hey you !

whoremonger : Hi Rach !

Rachael : Whatcha doing ?

privy : Just watching goggle box, dog curled up with me

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

lavatory : Yes I can

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

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


I finally saw the good luck I needed.


Rachael : John, can I be blunt ?

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

Rachael : Heyyyyyy cheeky !

John : Sorry, go on, be blunt !

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

St. John the Apostle : OK, honestly ?

Rachael : Always !

St. John : OK, I'm terrified !

Rachael : Why ?

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


I was laughing as I typed.


Rachael : YOU PILLOCK ! Do you not believe I'm nervous too ?

john : NO ! You are always so sure-footed !

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

John the Divine : lol OK but now I'm even more neural !

Rachael : Why ?

john : TWO twenty-four hours ! ! !

Rachael : life-threatening for a second ....

whoremonger : OK

Rachael : You don't have to make for the dog to the deli

St. John : Do you not want to meet him ?

Rachael : Of course I do !

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

Rachael : You are incredibly dumb at times !

John : Ohhhhhhhhh you mean you might come to my property ?

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

John : yes I do !

Rachael : Well shut up then !

John : But only if you're sure enough

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

john : I so so so can't time lag

Rachael : Same here !

John : Have a condom flight babe

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

John : My pleasure ! Goodnight xxx

Rachael : Xxxx


I closed the app, turned out the Inner Light and tried to guess how that meeting would go. I imagined the revealing attire which is tight and gives my lilliputian bosom a good boost. It never fails to get care but the man I was meeting has already seen naked photo of me so the tease was somehow even not bad. My fingerbreadth found my slit as I imagined him getting hard in his trousers as soon as he saw me and that number one hug would have his hammer pressing into my belly as my 5ft 1 body pressed into his 6ft 2 one. I've never tired of icon of his prospicient, fat peter and within 48 hr, it would be throbbing right in social movement of me. I rubbed my clit faster as I imagined what could bechance after lunch and at that head, just as a beautiful coming washed over me, I knew that his delicious dick would be filling me with his seed, no question !


Flight day was a nightmare ! A two stop flight and tenacious parkway from the airport saw us arrive at our hotel at 9pm, local time. We dined at a pin-up local anaesthetic eating house but we were so tired, I couldn't William Tell you the name 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 drinks and while my boss was calling home to his wife, I walked out to the street and took a photo of the street signal and sent it to St. John the Apostle with a subject matter. All I said was, ‘ Real enough yet ?'


I didn't flavor for a reply until I was back in my room and I chuckled when I saw it. He'd replied to the effect that it had taken every ounce of possession to break him from driving into town to say howdy. I wished him goodnight, put my sound on charge and within seconds I was asleep.


At 8:30am, our breakfast meeting with the client started. Over a mountain of food, my preparations for the meeting were stark and we achieved everything we had set out to do. By 11am, we were discussing extra business sector we could do for our client and by twelve noon we had made our final government note and were preparing to leave. We'd been to a local bar for an informal winding down of business enterprise with two of their directors and they'd thanked us profusely. I then realised how my boss had worked the two free daylight into the slip as the three Guy started to discuss their golfing challenge and I made my excuses for not joining them, especially after their games. I knew how much my boss could booze and I really did favor my own program for the following 48 hours ! At 12:30pm, my boss passed me the keys to the hideous Toyota Prius hire car and kissed my cheek, thanking me for my awesome prep piece of work. We made our farewells and I promised to keep him updated on my base hit and whereabouts. He does look after me.


Our hotel was only a two hour walk away so I made my way to my room. I dressed quickly into my limited outfit, applied a slight physical composition and looked in the mirror. My tight red dress with the zip up the front which stopped halfway up my breasts was borderline obscene but, the unawares pitch-dark jacket added sufficiency socio-economic class to lend a piddling decency to the final examination flavour. The padding gave a little magnification to my smaller chest 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 than glad as I turned towards the doorway but I stopped, paused and walked back to look at myself again. The attire 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 piddling struggle, I pulled my red, lacy panties down my legs, straightened the dress and grinned broadly. If this didn't make his eyes pop out, nothing would ! I made my way to the cellar garage and the car, entered the address of Lucy's deli and set off. According to the satnav, I'd arrive about fifteen arcminute early and I knew I'd need that prison term to still myself down.


The road outside Lucy's, compared to any English Ithiel Town, was very liberal and I was please to feel a parking space across the road from the Deli. My heart was pounding in my breast and I took several deep breaths before I gave up on trying to block my handwriting from trembling. Before I flew from England, I'd checked out the model of car that John said he drove and I was scanning the street for one that looked similar but, the Saami as an American in England, all the cars were foreign to me and I was about to give up looking however, at 1:55pm a tan, Chevrolet Royalist pulled up, proper 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 locals were slightly bemused by the lilliputian blonde leaping from a car and shrieking,"JOHN !"as loud as she could and waving frantically !


The huge smiling on John's grimace made me laugh out loud and he ran across the road to me and I leapt into his blazon for the biggest, sound and most satisfying hug of my life. He held me to him with his branch wrapped tightly around my waist and mine around his neck and our cheeks pressed closely together. We both said things along the lines of, we couldn't believe we were actually here and that kind of thing. More impressively was that he didn't wait too long to put me down, my dress didn't tantalise up too far and he kissed my cheek after he'd put me down. That wasn't right hand for me though.


I put my hands on my coxa theatrically,"Really ? K of nautical mile and you kiss my cheek ?"Grabbing his shirt I pulled him to me and planted a proper osculation on his brim and bemuse my arms around his cervix again. I knew that clapper were amiss right now but I think he liked our first kiss, especially by the smile as I pulled away and exploited my thumb to pass over off the lipstick and then my next scuttlebutt of,"OK we've met, now feed me !"


His handsome typeface tried to take on a seriousness,"Ahhh the famous appetence of the tiny Britisher ! seminal fluid on then !"


With that, he took my hand and led me across to the bright red canopy of Lucy's, the image I had stared at online for twenty-four hours. 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 huge grinning from a very happy guy. As we were about to move into the deli, John stopped me and in an almost breathless tincture he said,"Rachael, you know I've always talked straight with you so, I've got to say you look fucking amazing girl !"


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


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


As John Lackland ordered our food at the buffet, I stood with my arm around his waist, looking at our observation in the mirror as he towered above me and I felt felicitous, comfortable and so right where I was. I'd seen so many image of this guy but, as I looked closer, he was so a lot taller, well built and cuter than I'd ever realised. He caught me checking him out and winked into the mirror at me. We were both grinning like schooling kids and the scummy 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 bring our order across.


Serving staff aside, the following hr and a half was amazing. We chatted, we laughed and flirted mildly but every moment just felt awe-inspiring. It was only when I glanced at my watch that a sudden sorrowfulness came from the former side of the table.


"Rachael, this has been such in force fun ! We can go for the guided tour of my palace if you like now or wherever you want to go !"Then he asked the doubtfulness he didn't want an reply to,"So, how long do we let ?"


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


"Shit ! Only two 60 minutes ?"He gasped


I couldn't do it to him anymore so I took his hired man, squeezed it tightly and in a whisper I said,"Two sidereal day if you want me !"And with that, I leant across the board and kissed him. The buss was flabby and I allowed my tongue to tease his lips until his own clapper met mine. The temperature instantly rose in the room but time seemed to stand still. That kiss could take in been for just a arcminute or for an hour, I truly couldn't William Tell you but, as we broke I managed to whisper,"Take me family !"


After another great deal on the lips, John the Divine paid the poster and then, as any gentleman would, he walked me over to my car. He told me that he'd turn over his car around and I could play along him for the few short Roman mile to his house. I realised right then that I still resembled a Cheshire cat and the nerves I'd brought with me had been replaced by an incredible, form bubbles excitement for what may find. Who was I kidding ? I knew what was going to bechance ! We were going to fulfil one of the many sexual scenarios that we'd spoken about in one of our role acting sessions, or one of the picture in my many stories. The only literal questions were, which story and who would use up the lede ? The aching in my groin kind of answered the latter dubiousness for me and a picayune program of seduction was forming, even before I pulled into the traffic behind toilet's car.


The drive to John's house was only five or ten minutes and, when we stopped at some traffic illumination, I slipped my jacket back on. I was conscious that John the Evangelist probably had neighbour and no topic where you are in the humans, neighbours like to chaffer. As I climbed out of my car on the corking driveway of a pretty, single storey home, I carried my briefcase and looked very professional. Maybe professional with a tip of slutty, but master was definitely in the verbal description !


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


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


He knew I was a dog nut and I'd seen photos of Marvin from day one so as he opened the doorway, a big cream blur flew past us, charged around the strawman lawn and then pounced on his master for nestle. Only after a legal brief scuffle with trick did he see the alien and then I had a lovely affectionate greeting for a arcminute ( Standard ‘ how-do-you-do'of a nose trying to go up my dame ) until he got tire and decided that it was time for John to feed him and he made a sprint for his food pipe bowl. John apologised profusely for the lack of niceness of his dog and told me to amount in and make myself at dwelling while he saw to Marvin.


The front room access opened into a big living elbow room with pine tree laminated flooring and as John went towards the back of the house, I had a nosey around. A beautiful, blackamoor leather suite with a four-seater settee took pride of home, all chairs aimed at the enormous TV in one corner of the elbow room, by the window. In the opposite turning point was a huge wooden unit of measurement which was bursting at the wrinkle with CDs and I gave a wry grinning thinking that John 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 manner. By the prison term he came back in the room, I was looking through some picture on the mantel and the cool guitar which was hanging above it.


"sexual love the situation John ! Do I get the respite of the term of enlistment now ?"


He agreed so I put my handbag with my briefcase on the coffee tabular array 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 adorable home. The last-place room was where we both silently wanted to be, his bedroom. It was a big room with the rear end window looking out onto other house and a huge bed with very warm coloured mainsheet. The smell in the room was of freshly laundered linen and I smiled inside that he'd changed his bedding material for my visit ! I decided that I had to take dominance of the situation or I'd burst so I stood by the window, looking outside as I said,"I'd have to keep this blind down if I lived here ! neighbour can be awfully nosey !"With that, I released the blind and it dropped down to the windowsill. I wiggled my brow and laughed to celebrate him a little bewildered as to my design and before he could comment, 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 retain him off guard.


I'd picked up my pocketbook on the way back through the aliveness room as every girl would when using a strange privy and after I peed ( yes, I was actually bursting for a pee ), I used my wet-wipes to freshen up below and then I stood before the mirror, preparing for my master plan of seduction. I was still wearing my crownwork 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 position separated to let out more of my chest and I stopped, just above my belly button so the position of the dress and my cap were just covering the Centre of each breast but John was going to be treated to the full beau of each small heap. My skin is very white but very fluent and I was getting nervous at this brazen display but I was satisfied that this was as aphrodisiac as I could ever look. I just hoped he hadn't left the bedroom.


I clicked open the privy doorway and walked back into the room. John was sat on the bed and his jaw dropped open as he lifted his forefront. I smiled as I walked slowly towards him, letting my jacket fall from my shoulders, then stepping out of my heels. I stopped a few ft from him and whispered,"I brought you a gift but it still needs unwrapping properly !"


John gulped hard as I took the last stone's throw towards him and his hands went to my hips and he leant forward to kiss me, only having to strive up slightly from his seated placement. As we kissed, his hands caressed my bum and I sighed softly, breaking the kiss after a minute or so and taking half a stone's throw back again. His hands trembled as he slowly slid the zip down, placing a indulgent buss between my white meat before revealing them in their diminutive gloriole, pulling back to feast on the parting of my wearing apparel. He sighed as my shave pussy came into view and then pulled the zip fully down and pushed the clothes off my shoulders, leaving his internet friend 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 head to my chest and biting my lip as his big, solid hands touched my bare bum and his candy kiss went straight for my painfully hard mammilla. Almost instantly, my pegleg began to quiver as his caress my bottom and then my backrest, pulling me harder to his nibbling mouth, moving across my bureau. The heat in my twat growing wildly and just as I was wondering how long I could stay standing, I felt myself being lifted off my feet. I looked into John's eyes as he held me aloft and no give-and-take were needed but a buss was. I planted my lips firmly on his and our natural language began an immediate battle, 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 humbled but before I guided him to my aching pussy, there was another return that needed attention. I broke the candy kiss and panted my two word instruction.


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


John the Divine kissed me unvoiced again and jumped up from the bed. He was about to embark on undressing but stopped dead and I watched his center, feasting on my nudity. I should hold been embarrassed but I just smiled and asked if he was happy. I know it was a stupid question but it threw him and he stuttered before saying that he couldn't ever be happy. He was then looking me up and down, looking for more Son before I reminded him to get his bloody clothes off ! We both laughed but then it was my spell to be in for a treat. His body was broad, strengthen and lovely but his pecker, his big fat cock finally came into prospect and I began to salivate as he climbed adjacent 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 piece of meat 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 cock was enough of a signaling for whoremonger and I soon felt his hand cupping my whole pussy and in secondment, a fingerbreadth slid easily and fully inside me. I bit his shoulder softly and opened my legs slightly to give him better entree. It felt so proficient and from the noises down below, I was as wet as I could ever be and despite my love of stimulation, I just needed filling, and I needed it now. With the gentlest of pushes, I rolled John onto his vertebral column and there was a small looking at of business as I extracted myself from the two fingers he'd teased inside me. To still any doubts he had, I gave piddling butterfly stroke kiss across his face as I straddled his body and basis myself against his manhood. He took the initiative and gripped my butt firmly and added even more pressure on my sensitive clit. I lifted my face from his and bit my lip slightly as I reached between us, raised my bum slightly and aimed his shaft at my pickle. 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 inches was in. I lifted almost completely off him and then pushed down harder and by the third push, our bodies were fully connected. I held the billet, swirling my pelvic girdle slightly and we purred together, looking cryptical into each other's eyes.


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


Supporting myself with my manus on his chest, I stared into his heart, a wry smirk on my boldness as I raised and lowered myself, torturously slow, revelling in the delectable fullness in my sex. John's mouth was a lasting ‘ O'having given up after his previous attempt to vocalise his persuasion. The only sounds in the room were the lumbering breathing and flabby grunts each time I dropped fully onto his sodding prick. Little by little I increased my tempo and John's right paw sought out my chest as his left thumb started to massage my clitoris with vigour.


"I'm not going to concluding yearn !"He gasped as I was looking down at the incredible sight of his thick thermionic tube, stretching my kitty-cat to the max and glistening with the eternal flow of my juices. The air was wooden-headed with the scent of luxuria and I could feel my own orgasm rising and beg he would last long enough to share our first climax.


Suddenly, John pulled me to his chest of drawers and then rolled me onto my back. For a brief second, his full weight was on me and pushed me deep into the mattress and for the briefest of bit I felt so small and powerless but then he took further ascendance and it was amazing. He pushed his upper body from mine, nudged my legs wider apart and began fucking me, fucking me grueling and I screamed out in joy ! My orgasm was heading towards us like a heater train and he was in no doubt as to my pleasure but after a few instant, and me being right-hand on the edge he stopped. I asked him what the blaze he was doing, out of add together jounce, but before all the Word of God were out, he'd lifted my bum up, off the bed, and buried his face in my pussy. I instantly grabbed two handful of hair and held him tight on my clit where his tongue was a fuzz as his manpower squeezed my bum so blind drunk. In seconds I was back on the verge of coming and I let go of his pilus and pinched my own teat to send my learning ability into orbit. My whole body convulsed and I was drifting in and out of consciousness as every fibre of my being joined in with this amazing party. I'd wrapped my legs around his cervix at some detail and, as their clutches began to wane, I felt them being pushed up as John slid his rooster back into me. I swear it had grown in the last few minutes and, with my genu pushed back by the side of my head, I watched in awe as it parted my sensitive twat and plunged fully into me. I was mesmerised and the wholly experience revitalised the orgasm which had been dissipating and I felt my whole body spasm with each knock-down thrust which were pounding my diminutive frame into the bed. We were moaning together but his soon became a roar and his final thrust went inscrutable inside me as I felt his dick pulsation and stretching as he unloaded his balls into my glad, concentrated trap.


I lowered my legs and pulled him to me. Yes, he was heavy but that post-fucking osculation has always been my favourite and I held him there until he finally rolled us over together to put me back on top, his slightly softening cock, still buried deep inside me. I finally broke the kiss and rubbed his nose with my own.


"That was DEFINITELY worth a tripper to WI for, Mr. !"I said in a whisper and kissed him gently again.


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


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


whoremonger kissed my intrude and squeezed me close to him,"The but ... .. apart from this sexy ‘ cigarette'in my men, 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 mean solar day I had to go back to my normal life and no affair what he, or I felt, that was all it could be, two friends, first coming together, wild sex then go. I hoped we could both deal with that.


We lay there, until the Pentateuch of cathartic deemed his prick voiced enough to plunk out of me and an immediate flow of plenteous total of fluids started to trickle from me. With much screwing up of my aspect for comedic effect, I climbed from the bed and excused myself to the bathroom. I had a pee and used some Thomas More of my wet wipes to strip up but all the clip I was in there, I was trying to remember if I'd ever felt so content after sex with a guy for the first off sentence. I even shocked myself when I realised that I hadn't even given him a blow job, my darling role of foreplay ! No matter, I'd shuffling that up to him at some period and shew to him that I hadn't lied about my specialness in that area.


As I returned from the bathroom, John had climbed under the screening and he pulled them back for me to climb under with him. I didn't need a 2nd invitation and I snuggled up beside him, running my hand through his dresser hairs as we chatted. It felt so easy, so comfortable and raw, not like it should for someone you only met properly a few hours earlier. All the clip we were there, his right deal was on my backrest or my bum as he held me close, while his result mitt dwarfed mine as he held it on his chest. At some point, we must have drifted off to sleep.


When I awoke, I noticed that the tincture over the window wasn't as lighting so the sun must have been setting. I propped myself up on my elbow and Looked over John's handsome feature of speech. His hair was greying at the temple which was rather mark and he had a few appearing on his chest of drawers too. I smiled inside as I thought, that must be the reason he shaves down below, cipher wants gray pubes ! I leant over and slowly sucked his earlobe into my oral cavity and started a gentle swirling of my tongue. I watched a broad grinning appear on his face as his eyelid fluttered surface. I kissed him and then, with a faux-serious face said,"We have a trouble !"


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


"fountainhead, it's something you're going to hear a lot of over the next two twenty-four hours !"


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


I nodded and he feigned aggravation before we got into a short tickle combat. I stopped it before we got too horny again because, well I was starving ! I knew my succeeding trace would mold though, I said we should ploughshare a shower. He seemed to like the thought as he swept me up effortlessly and carried me into the bathroom.


In no sentence at all, we were stood together under the strong menstruation of water system but, naked bodies, roaming hands and mickle of grievous bodily harm usually adds up to an erection ! Today was no different and with John's caressing of every section of my body under the pretence of washing me, including a tentative insertion of a finger in my bum, had me pretty horny too. I decided that it was prison term to rectify the wrong.


"I think I need a appetizer before dinner party !"I said seductively as I sank to my knees in front of his cock. It was discharge of soap by now and this was my first proper fill up up view. Immediately I realised why he felt so soundly as he rode me earlier, the immense head with its blaze up edges were double-dyed 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 first three inches and noticed that Gospel According to John had took hold of the track 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 years of their relationship. I decided to proceed forward with my party piece and I moved slightly Sir Thomas More of his tool into my mouth, testing the spinal column of my pharynx. He was a minuscule 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 gallant of the soft whine from Saint John as I pushed forward and my wind pushed hard into his pubic off-white and I held there. Then I pulled slowly away, allowing the full seven column inch to reappear from my rima oris as I held eye contact with a very felicitous man. I then plunged it fully in again and as I teased the oral sex with my throat muscles, I snaked my tongue out to twit his balls. His moan were exquisite and then I grabbed his pelvis and urged him to fuck my throat. He didn't take lots convincing and began decelerate but long chance event, raining praise on me from above. I was right that it wouldn't concluding farseeing and when he announced that he was coming, I took control with my hand on the shaft and my tongue all around the point and was soon rewarded with an alarmingly large loading in my mouth. He tasted really dependable and I gulped down every drop, finishing his dainty with the gentlest of buss as his sensitivity was at its peak.


I stood up to the warmest possible hug. He panted his thanks,"That was the right ... .. 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 early, so you're welcome !"


"Anytime Rachael, anytime at all !"


As we got out of the shower bath, lav handed me a big, white fluffy towel and we dried ourselves off. I realised that I'd left my small sheath in the car so, when John the Evangelist was going out to the bedchamber, I asked if he'd mind getting it for me. I hung my towel on the rail, found the hairdryer and as usual, I started thinking about food and the restaurants I'd passed over the last few days, wondering where we were going to eat. My mind was totally in the humankind of solid food so I yelped when a big hand grabbed my bum.


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


My pilus was still a trivial damp but it was dry enough for now. I followed Gospel According to John to the bedroom and put my vitrine onto the bed and opened it. I took out a Tesco postman bag ( Tesco is United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland's bounteous supermarket ) and asked John to put it in the fridge. He opened the bag and laughed.


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


Still naked, I put my bridge player on my hips and drew myself up to my entire 5 foot 1 in and squared up to him,"Listen dearest, I never travel without my vintage cheddar cheeseflower and after I've cooked for you, you'll agree that it's better than sex !"


Even I didn't believe the last program line but John Lackland just shook his heading and laughed at me. He kissed me as he walked out to the kitchen muttering,"weirdo Brit !"so I slapped his bum for his impudence and returned to my case.


As I started to pick out clothes, I called through to the kitchen,"Guess what I forgot to pack from my early eccentric ?"


John returned to the bedroom and was quick to be the double-dyed Host,"Don't worry ! Whatever it is, I'm sure I've got it covered ! I mean, I've got time of origin cheddar now !"


I gave him my best evil look,"OK then smarty pants, where is your knickers drawer ? I never planned on bras but forgot my pantie !"Then, I shrugged my shoulder joint and added,"Ah well, I'm sure that mind will keep your psyche occupied ! OK where are we eating ?"


John shook his headway in despair and walked out of the way, groaning and bent-grass double to mark the gunpoint. I slapped his bum again !


I pulled on a white vest top, not too tight or revealing and a denim skirt which came to mid second joint. If we were going into a eating place, I wanted to look nice for trick. He whistled as I came into the living elbow room so, in society to remind him, I spun around, hitched up my skirt and wiggled my raw bum at him. When I turned back, I asked,"Is that OK ?"


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


I congratulated and thanked him for his impertinent answer and we headed out to eat. His comment about the food we may eat were very awry ! We arrived at a space called Casa Mexicana which was nothing to look at from outside, but inside was a completely different story with every wall, chair and table painted with vibrant pictures and shot. It was the prettiest restaurant I've ever been in and the food was unbelievable. We took our metre between line and after we'd had a coffee, I gave an unenviable yawn.


"Oh my God, I'm so bad !"I said as another oscitance took detainment of me.


John took my hand,"Hey it's OK, I bet you're exhausted ! You were travelling forever yesterday, up early today and, well, we had a little exercising this afternoon ! You've every rightfield to be wrecked !"He lifted my script and kissed it softly,"Shall we miss out on an all dark club and foreland back ?"


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


The eatery wasn't far from John's home so we soon back, being greeted by an excited Marvin who could smell the fighting we'd brought back. John the Divine asked if I'd like a warmly chocolate before bed. I accepted eagerly but asked if it was alright to have it in bed. Naturally, he said yes so I went ahead to the sleeping accommodation, kicked off my shoes and quickly removed my two items of clothing and climbed beneath the duvet. Then, as the worst possible house guest, I fell immediately to sleep.


It must throw been a skilful few hours later when I woke up, desperately needing to pee but, when I realised that can was spooning behind me, breathing softly onto my neck opening, I honestly thought about staying put. Unfortunately, the itch to pee was way too a lot and I slowly extracted myself and went to the toilet. When I returned, my body had obviously cooled a little and I woke John as I backed into him with a cold bum. He asked if I was OK but I shushed him and told him to get back to slumber 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. Nothing beats spooning ! Well, that's not quite true. Spooning which leads to morning sex is even beneficial, as I was about to find out at around 10am the following morning.


The kickoff wiz I was aware of was two fingers, deep inside me and I was incredibly wet. I turned my head to invite a morning time candy kiss and no Sooner than out mouth met, the digit were gone and I gasped as the replete seven inch of his lovely tool, slid slowly but fully inside me. I wiggled my bum slightly and pushed gently onto his lap, relishing the intuitive feeling of being so full of ‘ man ’.


The rocking of his rose hip started slowly and as his manus caressed my thorax, I reached back and stroked his bum as the CVA 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 call couldn't get any better, he gripped me tightly and rolled onto his back, never missing a stroke. He then gripped my rosehip, go around my legs and started to bounce me as he raised his rose hip, thrusting his sum into me in a way I've never felt before, hitting my G-spot perfectly and I gripped his arms tightly as my orgasm hit me immediately. I couldn't motion as my muscles gave in completely and his thrusts took on a new urgency, thrusting more forcefully than I thought possible. My flood tide grew even greater and I'm sure the vicinity could hear my shout quite clearly as I begged him to amount inside me, and in a dozen Thomas More plunges, John's consistency dissolved into cramp as he emptied his balls.


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


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


St. John the Apostle kissed the back of my heading,"skillful sunrise, sexy lady ! Well it seemed like the most consistent way to wake you up and deal with my hard on, all in one go !"


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


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


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


I extracted myself from St. John the Apostle's peter with a bit of a marshy ‘ plop'and made my way to the can with a masher whistle from behind me. ( It's always decent to be complimented ! ) I cleaned myself a little, brushed my dentition and as I was about to allow for the bathroom, I noticed a pale amobarbital sodium shirt hanging on the spinal column of the door. I took it down and put it on, then smiled at my mirror image in the mirror. Even I knew that there is trivial as sexy as a low female child in a guy's shirt. That always looks hot and the low growl from the bed as I went back into the sleeping room confirmed that thought.


"Come on, lazybones, feed me !"I pleaded in a fake panic-stricken voice. It had the desired effect and John climbed out of bed, put on some trunks, led me by the hired hand to the kitchen and lifted me onto a stool by the breakfast bar like a kid. I wanted to pull him to me but he just looked down at me as the baggy shirt, outdoors at the front, gave a good view of my naked body. He sighed heavily.


"Any chance you can just wear this today ?"


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


John the Divine gave a salute, turned on his hound and started breakfast. I busied myself with the coffee machine and we chatted like an old, happy pair, talking about everything and nothing. I laughed when I realised that he'd really been listening to our chats and he was making what every Northern English language person erotic love ... .. Baron Verulam Butties ! Freshly sliced staff of life, creamy butter, burden of crispy bacon, a little Armerican cheddar and a splash of brown sauce. As we tucked in, he agreed that this was a culinary masterpiece, one which he'd definitely have in the future. We polished off our wad of food and I insisted that King 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 gamey short circuit and a tee shirt that showed his broad pectus off nicely. I gave him a ready buss and went to groom myself.


To pass on myself a trivial credit, I'd managed to pack quite a few outfits into my smaller bag but lav's scuttlebutt and realise beloved of my wearing his shirt, well it made my alternative easy. As I pulled the top from my bag, it always looks like a long rag of thin cotton but it's actually a prune shirt with no push button. At the front though, there are recollective while which wrap around and then tie up, above your belly. The end result is a chill looking shirt with a visible gap between the breasts and material which shows the shape of your bosom, perfectly ! The material is quite slender and for girls with darker nipples, there is nil left to the imagination. Thankfully, my tit are often ignitor but when it's colder, well you get the idea. It's a very aphrodisiac top ! I added my denim shorts which don't show off my bum face. fountainhead, I wanted to attend sexy but I didn't want to bet like a loud hike ! I finished the outfit with a simple twosome of strappy sandals and for my war paint, I did very niggling, just a ghost of mascara and a wan lipstick.


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


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


As any girl will say you, compliments don't get boring and we can order when they are for real ! I was well-chosen with ‘ Fuck, that is hot !'so I kissed him and we set off out.


A scant drive later and we were walking, helping hand in hand, through Irvine parkland. For anyone who hasn't visited but HAS been to Central parkland, sorry guys but you went to the lesser one ! Irvine commons is beautiful with its lake, its zoo and even the people were friendlier. Hmmm maybe I should come on the Wisconsin holidaymaker board. They should be paying me for promoting them in this narration ! I'll come back to that. Anyway, yes, big few hours in the parking lot and two guys got slapped by their wife/girlfriend for staring at my breast which caused much hilarity to us but, by 4:30 we were sat on the green goddess eating vast ice pick and toilet asked where I'd like to go next.


"Ooh I'm glad you asked !"I said in a ‘ matter of fact'tincture and I reached into my purse and pulled out a diminished spell of paper with an name and address on it and handed it to John.


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


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


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


I held his hand,"Do you remember Holly's story ?"Now for those of you who don't know my series ‘ Holly and supporter ’, don't headache, I'm not going to do much of a spoiler but you really should read it ! Anyway, back to this fib. I continued to talk after he gave me a nod, you see, after reading this taradiddle, 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 fucking hot scene ! Do you ... ... I mean ... .... Really ?"


I patted his paw,"You really want to memorise to finish a condemnation babe !"I reached into my bag and pulled out another top and a pair of shorts,"I've even brought an extra 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 vista, read on, you will soon empathize )


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


John Lackland had a bit of a distraction as we drove to the big sex shop. I had reclined my seat and stripped naked in order to change my turnout. The boxershorts were E. B. White, rolled up hem and very lightweight while the top was a bright blue, cotton T-shirt which was a craw top but much less revealing than my current shirt. I'd thought about this and it was bad enough that a girl was going into a sex store, I didn't want to look like a woman of the street ! I packed my early clothes away just as we pulled into the car parking area at the tooshie of the building and my epinephrin was pumping through my veins. I felt so aroused and so incredibly horny and I was climbing from the car before we'd even stopped properly. I'm sure that John, at this point, was wondering what the Hell he'd signed up for ! I knew him well enough to know he'd love it !


In earned a slap to my bum from John as we walked towards the entrance for daring to use a direful American English idiom to ask,"You got quarters, buddy ?"line to self, don't use a zany accent !


OK, confession time here. I HAVE been into two unlike sex shop class in the UK but they were zip like what I entered here, on a stake road of Wisconsin. Each time I went into a UK one, there may receive been one or two hombre skulking around the DVD incision, not even daring to look at the bold youthful lady that entered. Here though, as we entered the shop field, I counted eight guys, all openly staring at the one-half dressed girl and her guy. I confess, I was suddenly a little nervous but had already anticipated the start question from the man behind the counter.


"Hey love, got ID ?"


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


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


He handed over a ten dollar peak and took his fistful of coins, then turned and led me to the curtained area, neither of us making eye striking with the sets of centre following us but both cognisant of some quite crude comments being directed our way.


We walked through the curtain into a long, darker room with methamphetamine cabinets, full of DVD down the left paries and around eight cabins on the right. There were three or four guys stood around, watching our entrance, and at first glance, two of the cabins at the far end seemed to be occupied as their doors were closed. John dragged me into the first doorway as I saw a young, tall and blond guy going into the room next door. He smiled at me as I disappeared and John was immediate to slide the thunderbolt, muttering under his breath,"hoot, I know what brute at the zoo feel like !"


I quickly placed our grip into the corner and took the quarters from John, putting them onto the fiddling shelf above the coin slot. As I fed about twelve of the coins into the time slot, I had a quick look about the room and was quite surprised at how big it was. On the rampart opposite the entrance was a big, flat TV cover and in the middle of the room which was about eight feet straightforward, was a two-seater sofa, covered in faux leather. I assume this made it easier to cleanse. The scent was, as I expected, a bit funky but I was already in the zona, horny as hell and ready to get started so the smell really didn't bother me. A speedy grope at John's short pants said he was Sir Thomas More than ready too.


Now, when I wrote the scene with Sky in Buddy Holly's account, 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 grievous piece of tail. I instantly saw what I wanted and needed so I wiggled my eyebrow at John the Evangelist and he nodded enthusiastically. Unfortunately, or fortunately as it turned out, my naivety and eagerness for fun stopped me from noticing a mess in the left hired man paries. I had no idea that some cabins had jam between them and privy had assumed both the fact that I knew and had seen this one. The young guy I'd seen entering the next cubicle was watching as john and I started to relive the words I'd typed, so long ago.


John impressed me greatly as we clicked into role acting fashion and he began by forcefully sliding the seating back against the wall with the door. This gave us quite a big space and unbeknown to me at the time, a much honorable view for our peeping Tom !


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


I grinned wildly at get-go, never realising that he'd be so good at this but then, I snapped into ‘ queasy missy mode'and tried to campaign him away as I spoke,"Please I'm sorry ! I didn't mean value to scandalise you !"


toilet knew we were being watched so he chose his next discussion carefully,"Too fucking late, whore ! Everyone has left for the weekend, it's just you and me and that flirting trivial 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, gripe !"And with that, John grabbed the neck of my shirt and in one western fence lizard movement and the auditory sensation of ripping material, my jersey was gone completely. I yelped quietly but, as he threw the tag end to the floor, he took clasp of the waistband of my shorts and did the same, despite my rickety protests.


I stood, trying to encompass my nudity, pleading for leniency but as I spoke, lavatory kicked off his boxershorts and pulled his tee shirt over his forefront. I feigned shock as his hard, wild 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 headspring away but he quickly grabbed my chin, turned my mind to facial expression him and forced me to kiss him. Then I squealed with genuine surprise as he knocked my legs apart with his articulatio genus and squeeze two fingerbreadth straight into my hole.


He laughed a low, soiled laugh,"You're a lying kick too ! You fucking screw this ! Look how wet your cunt is !"And with that he pulled his finger's breadth from me and wiped them on my lips."You're fucking 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 head on the TV. John whispered a quick motion, checking I was okay but I shushed him and he continued his assault on my slit and God it felt good. I kept up the pretense of pain and begging him to stop but this played rightfield into his manpower and where he wanted this role play to go.


He punctuated each firm jab with his words,"What the shag ... ... ... are you crying for ... ... .. you love it ... .... but if you're ... ... gon na hold open moaning ... ... .. I'd better fill ... ... that lady of pleasure rima oris ... .... of yours !"


I was in heaven with the fuck I was getting, it truly couldn't be better and I assumed, from his words, that I was going to suffer his cock forced down my throat and, as an aegir cock soft touch I was ready to oblige while staying in character but, as he rammed his tool habitation, he lifted me by my pelvic arch and sway me ninety arcdegree to my left, I reached for the wall to preserve me head-butting that as well and then, I got my beginning vista of the metrical foot square hole and I was boldness to face with a slim, eight inch stopcock. My stupor was real and when whoremaster barked at me to suck it, I was genuinely frozen, staring at this quite impressive prick before me.


can slapped my bum, quite operose and it stung,"Shut yer crying and suck that cock, bum !"


I decided on cruel payback for the slap so I said,"Yes Sir !"Then took the nub in front of me, fully down my throat and held it there. John groaned at the visual modality and pumped even harder, knowing how good the mystery story guy was feeling and, with each thrust, my nozzle was pushed hard into his soft, blond os pubis. I could pick up the guy on the other side, whimpering and muttering profanities and then, toilet ordered him to ‘ fuck that sassing good !'and he complied instantly ! I'd seen he was young and I didn't expect him to conclusion too long but it was a well, twenty knife thrust from St. John the Apostle behind, and him in my facial expression before he called out and blasted his ejaculate into my rima oris. It was bitter and strong so I spat it on the level, not noticing what was happening in the cabin future doorway. When I lifted my question, another, smaller cock was in front of me and I went to lactate him but he pulled back a little as he wanked furiously and in bit 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 hand came through to roughly grab at my chest as another hammer appeared at the 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 hand now, and another prick was being rubbed furiously in battlefront of my human face. It felt amazing ! I trusted John the Evangelist to keep me safe and as I squealed at my nipples being pinched mercilessly, I sensed whoremaster was about to come inside me and my own climax was reaching an epic poem bloom so I pushed forward, trapping the arms which were groping me and slurped the latest pecker into my back talk. My coming hit me hard and my legs and arms began to warp but John caught me and held tight as he gave his last three thrusts and then held inside me as he emptied himself into my saturated pussy. As his spurts began, the cock in my oral fissure pushed hard into my pharynx, surprising me a picayune but I didn't choking coil as his seed went straight down, missing my mouth for all five bursts. As he slid himself out, a final smirch of cum trailed along my spit to leave behind me a very pleasant, final exam taste.


Almost immediately, I had to motivate to fall in free of the roaming hands on my bureau and John lifted me upright piano. Almost immediately, the face of the low guy appeared at the gob and beckoned me forward. I thought the character gaming was over but privy had former ideas. He pushed me to the hole, propagate my legs and pressed his consistence against mine, squashing me against the paries. I was still shaking and sore from my tremendous orgasm so I genuinely writhed to try and escape from the natural language which plunged into my hole but privy held firm, grinding against me and sliding down a niggling so his re-hardening prick 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 harder, faster. When he started to slide even broken, 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 early side of meat were shouting their boost and that was all he needed. He pushed slowly and firmly and to be fair, I was having my button 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,"ass SLOWLY !"And he took the touch. He stopped for a present moment and then pulled back and then pushed in until I flinched again. This happened four times before I felt him pushed tightly against me but by this item, I was in a stupor as my skilful pussy licker had fingers inside me and was already bringing me to a pinnacle again. I barely noticed whoremonger starting his fucking movement as my unscathed physical structure was in sensory overload as I was pinned to the wall, tits squashed flat and both gob being completely used. I moaned loudly and my entirely eubstance shook as the monumental orgasm took hold. My arse muscles clamped hard on Gospel According to John's cock and he planted his full burden, deep in my intestine but instead of waiting inside me, he pulled out, birl me around and offered my rear end to the gob. As he did this, I panicked, even in my dazed state, I didn't want a random dick in there and I turned my heading to see my blond friend, stretching his tongue to my knock about bum golf hole. I quivered in John's arms, ineffective to move but after a minute of arc 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 aware of the cargo of come on my aspect, now dripping onto my boobs. I looked at John the Divine and we both started laughing like loony so I put my blazonry 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 think back when I'd even had more exciting sex. I realised I hadn't, ever, or since for that matter.


I cleaned myself up with tissue and wet wipe from my bag, dressed in my kit from that morning time and we left the cabin. All the guy rope from the former way were out there and we received an embarrassing round of applause ! I gave a ridiculous bow and we made for the exit. As we reached the room access, the guy on receipt, clearly aware of what had happened said,"Do call back soon, Rachael !"And he gave me a knowing flash. I smiled, blushed and followed John out.


St. John was the low to mouth as we got in the car,"You know, I've always been a fan of your committal to writing but, I don't call up that scene being as hot in the story !"


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


John looked momentarily concerned but saw the sarcastic grinning on my face,"Oops ?"


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


John Lackland paused and became serious for a second,"So, there'll be a next clip ?"


I had expected this question and in trueness, I didn't know the answer but, I wasn't going to smash the topper day of my intimate lifetime so I replied with assurance,"You bet your living there'll be a next clip !"We both smiled but I think we also knew that it wasn't set in Isidor Feinstein 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 firm and Marvin had a slurping frenzy on us, and was especially interested in the smells from our privates ! wiener have no manners ! We gave him his cuddle, whoremonger fed him and we agreed that a shower was needed before we went for dinner party. There was no sex this fourth dimension, just gentle caresses, reciprocal washing and a great many kisses. He did get backbreaking in there but I told him he was insatiable and it would let to wait until later. He reluctantly accepted those terms !


We ate at a endearing pizza topographic point, nowhere near as cool as Casa Mexicana but the food for thought was lovely and we sat for geezerhood, just talking and laughing about our looney afternoon. John was concerned that I may be sore down there but I convinced him that I'd had a unspoiled day of fucking but I still needed him to throw making love to me when we got home. This caused an immediate response from him and his hand guess in the air and he shouted,"tick please !"


When we returned to the planetary house, John the Divine opened a bottle of wine while I went to transfer into his shirt which I'd worn that morning, then we just sat on the settee like a normal couple. It was still relatively early so we played some medicine and chatted some more. Eventually, in a very matter of fact way, I said,"I'm so gladiolus we did this, not just for the sex, which has been epic but, I'm just so gladiola that we could do it. Does that take sense ?"


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


"Yeah !"


I put my glass down and turned into the gentlest of kisses, perfect for the moment. We'd had some pretty fantastic sex since I'd arrived but now I really needed and wanted to make sleep with to this guy. There's no explaining why, I just had to. As the kiss became more passionate, I reached for his short circuit and felt the solid, throbbing electron tube that lay beneath and began to stroke him gently. As expected, his hand stroked up my leg to my naked seat and we groaned softly into each other's oral cavity. I snaked my manus into his shorts to tinct his hot tool but after one or two strokes, I had to have him in my mouth. I stood up from the settle and knelt between his legs, pulling his short down and off. I was about to travel forward but I stopped and lifted the shirt over my nous, I much prefer to be naked. He reciprocated with his shirt and I leant forward and kissed and licked across his pectus as his hammer was pressed against my chest. His script moved automatically to stroke the side of my dope but couldn't for long as my candy kiss moved slowly down his belly, bypassing his manhood to the top of his legs and then the tiniest licks and kisses on his shaven ballock. His panting told me I was doing well and so, I moved up and ran my glossa up the full, delectable length of his whoreson, as slowly as possible, ending with soft picture around the pulsing head and when I knew the torture was as great as I could get it, I lifted his dick to my sass and slue it into my hot backtalk. I used every bit of experience to acquire him to the height of pleasure and I took pride in the way his digit nearly pierced the settee as he gripped it so tight. I alternated between taking him fully in my pharynx to gentle movie of my spit and easygoing suction. Finally, when I knew he was on the bound of make out, I let him plump down from my mouth and I crawled up his chest, kissing all the way to his sassing. He held me close, looking like a very satisfy man and I whispered to him, the most solemn words I could give used.


"select me to bed ! Make love to me !"


Instantly, he stood up and scooped me up into his sleeve, 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 careful to support his weight on his arms but, as he came closer I took a clench of his cock and directed him to my wet hole. In a barren contrast to earlier, he slid slowly into me, allowing me to savour his length and his girth. I kissed his shoulder as I relished every moment. This was the best kind of lovemaking, there was Passion of Christ, there was so a great deal care for the other and dare I say it, there was real love.


Every chance event was long, entire and deep, hitting every face inside me and when the gait slowly increased, I pulled his face to mine and we kissed, but kissed with so many unspoken thoughts. We were as fill up as we could ever be and to make sure, I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him as deep as he could go with every, improbable thrust. I was exquisitely on the edge of an orgasm from very early on on and for the commencement 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 middle without him seeing, not knowing if he'd empathize tears 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 spinal column, I snuggled immediately into his side and he wrapped a big arm around me. Neither of us said a word, it wasn't needed because any talk of the town now would only come around to the inevitable conversation about my leaving the following day. I sensed that this would be the lowest time we made jazz on this misstep, or ever because tomorrow there would be unhappiness and I knew I wouldn't be able to feel the Saami as I did now. For now though, I was well-chosen and toilet seemed more than happy too. That was enough and I held my lover as we drifted off to a earth of beautiful, sensual dreams


The temper in the morning was, to trick's reference, much less morose than it could have been. He brought me a cup of freshly brewed chocolate around 8:30am. We sat up in bed and talked about oeuvre of all things and it seemed like a gracious end to my visit. As I finished my swallow I declared that it was fourth dimension for me to teach him how to make the domain's best omelette so I jumped out of bed and went to the living room to get my ‘ normal attire'of lav's shirt and he joined me in the kitchen. I pan fried a onus of mushrooms and bacon while I whisked up eight eggs with salinity, pepper and some refreshed cream. I added it all to the big frying pan and added sight of the vintage cheddar and John confessed that the look alone was telling him that it was something special. I served it up as John refilled our coffee cups and we sat at the dinner board. phonograph needle to say, it was bloody soundly, even by my standards and I happy that I'd given something back for his hospitality.


As the fourth dimension was approaching for me to leave, I suggested we took our exhibitioner together, adding the unnecessary sarcasm of saying that it would save urine. The witticism was well received, as was the suggestion. We went to the bathroom, stripped and gently washed each other, both becoming more than a little aroused. I think we'd both thought that last night was the final sex but John broke first.


"If I don't do this, I'll recoil myself forever !"He said as he sunk to his knees and plunged his clapper into my pussy. His handwriting pulled me closer to his human face and explored my bum with fingerbreadth teasing my asshole. I gripped his wet hair and allowed myself to float on the joy, wondering if I'd ever find such an enthusiastic lover at dwelling house. His hands were taking this utmost opportunity to build memories of my flesh and they stroked, teased and caressed every column inch as he drank from the fount of juice, emanating from my sex. I didn't let him make me come and I pulled him up to his pes and took the kneeling attitude myself. I made dear to his dick with my sassing and tongue while never breaking eye contact. There were no grin, just a clear-cut communication, both savouring the concluding taste sensation, the live touches and the final examination act of love. Before long, King John pulled me to my substructure and I put my arms around his cervix, knowing what would encounter next. He effortlessly lifted me up, his tool pointing up at 45 degrees and then lowered me onto it. My ramification wrapped tightly around him as I became fully impaled and I buried my mind in his shoulder as he put my back against the shower wall. The strokes were ennoble, tedious and heavenly. This wasn't just lovemaking, this was creating a memory we could take away from these amazing two days, never to be forgotten. We both came together, eventually but they were orgasms which came with sighs, not screams and when my feet finally touched the rain shower tray, we held each other under the flow of water, both satisfied completely. When the pee started to run cold, we found our humour again, washed quickly and exited the shower in a much better frame of reference of head. I dressed in my travelling turnout, revealing the white lie about my underwear. I'd hidden a span in the side sack for going dwelling house in. That earned my final spank of the trip and a swelled thank you for being cool !


I finished packing my bag and we walked out onto the drive. You could have cut the tension in that final hug with a tongue and I was more than a little surprised that I held back any rip. I pulled my straits 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 little squeeze play,"I've not finished with this bad boy !"


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


"Thanks for everything Rach ! These in conclusion two days have been the expert two solar day ever !"He drew a large breathing space and was about to carry on but I put a finger to his lips to stop him. He looked a footling hurt, as if the words needed to be said. I replaced my finger with my lips for a final buss and as I pulled away, I mouthed silently, ‘ I know !'


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 lilliputian numb and my boss was outside waiting. He put his luggage and the eternal sleep of mine in the back and we set off for the airport. I was glad of a little normality, sense of hearing of his monstrous loser on the golf course and it was just enough to offset my sadness of leaving. I was sealed that my party boss had detected something awry but we know each other well enough and he wisely let it be, he knew I'd talk of the town when I was ready. We had a swallow in the departure couch and before too long I was taking my tush by a windowpane on the plane. If anybody outside of that planer could see in through the window of tail end 15A as the planer 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 .