The coming together

Anyone who knows me, even a little, will have it away that I used to be a steady member of a sex assembly and would get very involved with writing sex narration, posting naughty pictures and join in with extremely contentious and lively argument. Despite my midget height, my posture was not of a meek and mild individual. That was the public persona and it was a good escapism from my real number life.


Anyone who knew me break on that site knew another voice of me, the real me and I could count on my fingerbreadth, the masses who I allowed to lie with that Rachael. We'd contribution personal stories of our life sentence, photograph of the most intimate nature and we'd even chat on messenger when we were away from the site. The people who knew me the best, I could bet on the fingers of one hand ... .. with two finger's breadth amputated ! This history is about one of those three, John, a guy that I truly thought that I'd never, ever meet.


I live in a sleepy Greenwich Village in the beautiful Cheshire countryside in Great Britain. It's a wondrous topographic point to live, I have a great folk, topnotch job and my life is good. At the clip of this report, I'd been unceremoniously dumped by my boyfriend because his sister in law made some horrible comments about me and he found it well-fixed to chuck me than to be a man and guard 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 modal remuneration, take a £50,000 troupe car and was the invidia of many people. I'm not being smug about that, just very lofty of my achievements ! The other cool thing about my job, being a Personal helper to the managing managing director of a software society, was that we travelled a lot. In the main we covered all of the UK but we also do a lot of trips in Europe and occasionally, America.


Anyway, back to being ditched ... ..


Saint Paul had left me and as common, I was online trying to cheer myself up a bit. John was having his own issuance and his wife had recently moved out. He said that the only departure when she left was that his market card had halved as they'd not slept together for over six month. I really felt for him and jokingly I said, ‘ I'll have to add up over and sunniness you up !'


He replied, ‘ I'll account book you a trajectory to Badger State for tomorrow !'


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


‘ You aren't going to believe this but me and my boss are flying out on the 23rd September, to a fiddling position called Chippewa free fall, Wisconsin to see a client who does security installations.'To add to the Truth, I quickly added, ‘ Peacock security measures Inc'


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


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


His response was almost immediate. He sent a exposure of a telephone note, his savoir-faire clearly shown.


My response was pretty much automatic because we had spoken for so long and I really considered him a confidante and close friend. I simply typed, ‘ fountainhead it would be natural if we didn't meet up !'


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


‘ You have no thought how happy you just made me ! I'm going to meet you inside two week ! Wow !'


He suddenly became like a giddy shaver so I calmed him a lilliputian and said I had no idea of the route as yet but I promised him two things and made clear one other period. Firstly, I promised that we would definitely meet. Second, I would try to arrange affair so we could possess a unit afternoon to catch up but he was treating me to food. Lastly, I said that we would have to foregather somewhere populace 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 sentence we signed off, I couldn't believe I was, in every sentiency of the approximation, about to meet a guy off a porn site ! Oddly though, I couldn't wait !


Work was meddling so the time went quickly and I was keeping a little closed book up my sleeve. I'd explained to my boss, with a few Andrew D. White Lie, that an old family admirer lived in the town and asked if we could adjust things to grant me a piddling time to catch up. I thought he'd assume that I meant an good afternoon or an evening to feature dinner. When he gave me the vamp itinerary, he'd allocated two days and two nights that I'd have to myself in Ojibwa Falls. I decided immediately to not narrate Gospel According to John, just in causa we didn't get on that wellspring. The other odd affair was, since I'd announced the trip, we'd not had any of our usual smutty conversations so I thought that maybe, just maybe that the actual idea of meeting had brought about a new moral quandary for us. I didn't maintenance, I just thought it would be sang-froid to meet him. Unfortunately though, that Night, affair changed. I couldn't get to log Z's and after all the naughty role playing we'd done, pictures I'd sent him of my nude body and the equally ill-mannered ones he'd sent back, my thoughts were of how I'd cope with not seeing his pretty cock in the flesh. Did he not desire me like that now ? Had I ruined the illusion ? I didn't want to bungle the meeting so I just let it eat away at me rather than hinder john when we chatted. As far as he was aware, we were meeting at 2pm on the twenty-fourth September on northward Bridge Street at Lucy's delicatessen. What he didn't know was that I'd be wearing a dress, designed to force him wild. This was a bizarre encounter to say the least and my image had always been a little risqué so this dress wasn't going to change that !


Over the next few days, we spoke each evening and it was well-defined that there were nerves on both sides which seemed demented because we knew so much about each early. John was talking about place we could go if we had the time but I was still reluctant to unwrap the true timescale, blaming my knob for ramification but confirming that we had at to the lowest degree six hours to chat ! I hoped he'd doubt the give-and-take ‘ 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 succeeding evening, the eve of my escape, I decided to crowd a little more. I was in bed, ready for an too soon escape so I opened the chat app on my phone.


Rachael : Hey you !

Saint John the Apostle : Hi Rach !

Rachael : Whatcha doing ?

John : Just watching television, dog curled up with me

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

john : Yes I can

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

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


I finally saw the intermission I needed.


Rachael : Saint John, can I be blunt ?

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

Rachael : Heyyyyyy cheeky !

trick : Sorry, go on, be blunt !

Rachael : OK, since I mentioned my visit, you've suddenly become A-one book and I don't recognise you and now you're holding back about the bally dog ! What's going on ?

whoremonger : OK, honestly ?

Rachael : Always !

whoremonger : OK, I'm terrified !

Rachael : Why ?

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


I was laughing as I typed.


Rachael : YOU pudden-head ! Do you not mean I'm nervous too ?

lavatory : NO ! You are always so confident !

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

John the Evangelist : lol OK but now I'm even more nervous !

Rachael : Why ?

John : TWO DAYS ! ! !

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

bathroom : OK

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

john : Do you not want to foregather him ?

Rachael : Of course of study I do !

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

Rachael : You are incredibly dumb at times !

John : Ohhhhhhhhh you mean you might make out to my place ?

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

John : yes I do !

Rachael : Well shut up then !

John the Evangelist : But only if you're for sure

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

John : I so so so can't postponement

Rachael : Saame here !

can : Have a safe flight of stairs baby

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

Saint John the Apostle : My pleasure ! Goodnight xxx

Rachael : Xxxx


I closed the app, turned out the light and tried to conceive of how that get together would go. I imagined the revealing attire which is tight and gives my tiny tit a just boost. It never fails to get attention but the man I was meeting has already seen nude photos of me so the tease was somehow even greater. My fingerbreadth found my pussy as I imagined him getting hard in his trouser as soon as he saw me and that first hug would have his cock pressing into my belly as my 5ft 1 body pressed into his 6ft 2 one. I've never tired of pic of his long, fat pecker and within 48 minute, it would be throbbing right in nominal head of me. I rubbed my clitoris faster as I imagined what could happen after luncheon and at that degree, just as a beautiful orgasm washed over me, I knew that his delicious cock would be filling me with his seed, no question !


Flight day was a incubus ! A two closure trajectory and longsighted crusade from the aerodrome saw us arrive at our hotel at 9pm, topical anesthetic time. We dined at a pin-up topical anesthetic eating place but we were so bore, I couldn't Tell you the name of it but they did do a beautiful pepper sauce steak followed by a magnificent cheesecake ! ( When in Rome etc ) We had a few drinkable and while my foreman was calling home to his married woman, I walked out to the street and took a photo of the street sign and sent it to bathroom with a subject matter. All I said was, ‘ real number enough yet ?'


I didn't spirit for a reply until I was back in my elbow room and I chuckled when I saw it. He'd replied to the effect that it had taken every ounce of willpower to lay off him from driving into Town to say hello. I wished him goodnight, put my phone on charge and within seconds I was asleep.


At 8:30am, our breakfast coming together with the customer started. Over a heap of food, my preparedness for the meeting were perfect and we achieved everything we had set out to do. By 11am, we were discussing extra commercial enterprise we could do for our client and by twelve noon we had made our final examination note and were preparing to leave. We'd been to a local bar for an intimate winding down of patronage with two of their directors and they'd thanked us profusely. I then realised how my boss had worked the two devoid 24-hour interval into the trip as the three guys started to discuss their golfing challenge and I made my excuse for not joining them, especially after their games. I knew how much my Bos could wassail and I really did choose my own architectural plan for the future 48 hours ! At 12:30pm, my boss passed me the key fruit to the repulsive Toyota Prius hire car and kissed my brass, thanking me for my awesome preparation oeuvre. We made our farewells and I promised to keep him updated on my safety and whereabouts. He does look after me.


Our hotel was only a two hour walk away so I made my way to my way. I dressed quickly into my extra outfit, applied a little makeup and looked in the mirror. My tight red garb with the zip up the front which stopped halfway up my titty was borderline obscene but, the short melanize cap added enough grade to contribute a little decency to the final examination flavor. The padding gave a footling exaggeration to my smaller chest and I was terribly lofty of the supernumerary cleavage it afforded me. I gave a little twist in the mirror, checking out how petite my bum looked and was Thomas More than happy as I turned towards the threshold but I stopped, paused and walked back to look at myself again. The dress demanded that I couldn't wear a bra as the padding was built in but the density meant my drawers were still, ever so slightly visible. I bent over and with a niggling conflict, I pulled my red, lacy panties down my legs, straightened the garb and grinned broadly. If this didn't make his centre pop out, cypher 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 arrive about XV min early and I knew I'd need that meter to becalm myself down.


The road outside Lucy's, compared to any English Town, was very broad and I was pleased to find a parking space across the road from the Deli. My heart was pounding in my bureau and I took several deep breathing time before I gave up on trying to bar my hands from trembling. Before I flew from England, I'd checked out the fashion model of car that St. John said he drove and I was scanning the street for one that looked interchangeable but, the Saami as an American in England, all the cars were disaffect 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 cheek vanished, I grabbed my purse and jumped from the Toyota. The locals were slightly bemused by the petite blonde leaping from a car and shriek,"JOHN !"as loud as she could and waving frantically !


The huge smile on John's aspect made me laugh out loud and he ran across the road to me and I leapt into his arms for the large, estimable and most satisfying hug of my liveliness. He held me to him with his arms wrapped tightly around my waistline and mine around his neck and our cheeks pressed closely together. We both said affair along the descent of, we couldn't believe we were actually here and that kind of matter. More impressively was that he didn't hold too long to put me down, my dress didn't sit up too far and he kissed my cheek after he'd put me down. That wasn't right wing for me though.


I put my hand on my articulatio coxae theatrically,"Really ? Thousands of mi and you kiss my cheek ?"Grabbing his shirt I pulled him to me and planted a proper candy kiss on his sassing and threw my arms around his cervix again. I knew that lingua were unseasonable right now but I think he liked our first kiss, especially by the smile as I pulled away and used my thumb to wipe off the lip rouge and then my next comment of,"OK we've met, now feed me !"


His bounteous face tried to take on a seriousness,"Ahhh the famous appetency of the bantam Brit ! come on then !"


With that, he took my hand and led me across to the brightly red canopy of Lucy's, the image I had stared at online for daytime. All my brass were gone and I gave the big mitt that was leading me, a lilliputian power play which earned me the like 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 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 unspoiled ...."


With that, I shook the jacket from my articulatio humeri, held my arms out and gave a minuscule wiggle. The full core of my strapless outfit had the desired core and he was pretty speechless apart from a ‘ holy nookie'and a ‘ Wow !'That was enough for me ! We went in.


As King John ordered our food at the counter, I stood with my arm around his shank, looking at our expression in the mirror as he towered above me and I felt well-chosen, easy and so right where I was. I'd seen so many photograph of this guy but, as I looked closer, he was so very 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 school kids and the miserable cow behind the counter huffed a few metre which just made us both laugh Sir Thomas More and she couldn't get us to sit down quick enough, saying she'd contribute our order across.


portion staff aside, the next hour and a half was amazing. We chatted, we laughed and flirted mildly but every endorse just felt awesome. It was only when I glanced at my scout that a sudden lugubriousness came from the other face of the table.


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


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


"Shit ! Only two time of day ?"He gasped


I couldn't do it to him anymore so I took his hand, squeezed it tightly and in a whispering I said,"Two DAYS if you want me !"And with that, I leant across the table and kissed him. The osculation was soft and I allowed my knife to bait his sassing until his own tongue met mine. The temperature instantly rose in the elbow room but time seemed to stand still. That candy kiss could have been for just a minute or for an time of day, I truly couldn't Tell you but, as we broke I managed to whisper,"Take me abode !"


After another muckle on the backtalk, John paid the government note and then, as any gentleman would, he walked me over to my car. He told me that he'd work his car around and I could follow him for the few short geographical mile to his house. I realised right then that I still resembled a Cheshire cat and the nerves I'd brought with me had been replaced by an unbelievable, effervesce excitement for what may happen. Who was I kidding ? I knew what was going to hap ! We were going to fulfil one of the many sexual scenarios that we'd spoken about in one of our theatrical role playing sessions, or one of the panorama in my many story. The solely real questions were, which level and who would learn the atomic number 82 ? The aching in my mole kind of answered the latter interrogative sentence for me and a little plan of seduction was forming, even before I pulled into the traffic behind St. John's car.


The drive to Gospel According to John's house was only five or ten second and, when we stopped at some dealings visible light, I slipped my jacket back on. I was conscious that lav probably had neighbour and no matter where you are in the world, neighbor like to chit-chat. As I climbed out of my car on the neat driveway of a pretty, single storey household, I carried my briefcase and looked very pro. Maybe professional with a hint of slutty, but professional was definitely in the description !


"Welcomed to my home, Rach !"whoremaster 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 picture of Marvin from day one so as he opened the door, a big cream fuzz flew past us, charged around the front lawn and then pounced on his master for cuddles. Only after a brief tussle with John did he see the alien and then I had a lovely affectionate greeting for a min ( monetary standard ‘ hi'of a nuzzle trying to go up my skirt ) until he got bored and decided that it was clock time for John the Divine to feed him and he made a style for his food stadium. John the Evangelist apologised profusely for the lack of refinement of his dog and told me to come in and name myself at domicile while he saw to Marvin.


The nominal head door opened into a big support way with pine laminated base and as toilet went towards the tush of the theatre, I had a prying around. A beautiful, blackness leather suite with a four-seater settle took pride of place, all death chair aimed at the enormous TV in one recession of the elbow room, by the window. In the opposite nook was a huge wooden unit which was bursting at the seams with CDs and I gave a wry smile thinking that John the Evangelist was definitely a knight bachelor despite the fact that his ‘ wife'had left but, having always been a bit of a tomboy, I loved his style. By the time he came back in the room, I was looking through some picture on the mantelpiece and the cool guitar which was hanging above it.


"Love the position John ! Do I get the residual of the tour now ?"


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


We went to the basement first to see all of his handcraft down there, then back up to see the ease of his endearing home. The last room was where we both silently wanted to be, his bedroom. It was a big elbow room with the tail windowpane looking out onto former houses and a huge bed with very warm coloured sheets. The smell in the room was of freshly laundered linen paper and I smiled inside that he'd changed his bedding for my sojourn ! I decided that I had to take control of the situation or I'd burst so I stood by the window, looking outside as I said,"I'd have to celebrate this dim down if I lived here ! Neighbours can be awfully nosey !"With that, I released the blind and it dropped down to the windowsill. I wiggled my eyebrows and laughed to keep back him a little disordered as to my aim and before he could point out, I asked to use the can. 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 living room as every girl would when using a foreign bathroom and after I peed ( yes, I was actually bursting for a pee ), I used my wet-wipes to freshen up below and then I stood before the mirror, preparing for my master 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 side separated to reveal more of my chest and I stopped, just above my belly button so the incline of the dress and my jacket were just covering the centres of each breast but John was going to be treated to the full sheik of each small hammock. My peel is very ashen but very liquid and I was getting nervous at this insolent display but I was satisfied that this was as sexy as I could ever look. I just hoped he hadn't left the bedroom.


I clicked subject the john door and walked back into the elbow room. bathroom was sat on the bed and his jaw dropped open as he lifted his pass. I smiled as I walked slowly towards him, letting my jacket declination from my berm, then stepping out of my heels. I stopped a few feet from him and whispered,"I brought you a gift but it still needs expose properly !"


John gulped hard as I took the terminal step towards him and his deal went to my pelvic arch and he leant forward to kiss me, only having to reach up slightly from his seated place. As we kissed, his manpower caressed my bum and I sighed softly, breaking the kiss after a min or so and taking half a step back again. His hands trembled as he slowly slid the zip down, placing a cushy kiss between my breasts before revealing them in their bantam aureole, pulling back to banquet on the parting of my apparel. He sighed as my shaved pussy came into scene and then pulled the zip fully down and pushed the attire off my shoulders, leaving his internet admirer stood completely naked in his bedroom.


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


I smiled as I moved closer to him, pulling his head to my chest and biting my lip as his big, strong hands touched my naked bum and his kisses went straight for my painfully backbreaking nipples. Almost instantly, my legs began to quiver as his fondle my bottom and then my back, pulling me tough to his nibbling mouth, moving across my chest. The heating in my pussy growing wildly and just as I was wondering how retentive 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 words were needed but a kiss was. I planted my lip firmly on his and our tongues began an quick battle, so intense that I barely noticed him laying me down on the bed and positioning himself beside me. His heavenly handwriting massaged my breasts firmly and I sensed some trepidation from moving lower but before I guided him to my aching cunt, there was another exit that needed attending. I broke the osculation and panted my two word instruction.


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


John kissed me tough again and jumped up from the bed. He was about to begin undressing but stopped deadened and I watched his optic, feasting on my nudity. I should have been embarrassed but I just smiled and asked if he was glad. I know it was a stupid inquiry but it threw him and he stuttered before saying that he couldn't ever be glad. He was then looking me up and down, looking for more Word of God before I reminded him to get his bloody clothes off ! We both laughed but then it was my good turn to be in for a treat. His body was broad, modulate and lovely but his stopcock, his big fat cock finally came into view and I began to drool as he climbed next to me again and it pressed hard into my leg as our lips reconnected. I gave an involuntary growl as I reached for the delicious spell of meat that I'd seen so many metre before in photos and just as I'd imagined, my digit barely reached around its girth. My holding his putz was enough of a signal for whoremonger and I soon felt his paw cupping my whole kitty-cat and in seconds, a finger's breadth slid easily and fully inside me. I bit his shoulder softly and opened my legs slightly to afford him better access. It felt so unspoiled and from the racket down below, I was as wet as I could ever be and despite my love of foreplay, I just needed woof, and I needed it now. With the gentlest of push button, I rolled whoremonger onto his backbone and there was a small expression of concern as I extracted myself from the two fingers he'd teased inside me. To ease any doubt he had, I gave little butterfly kisses across his face as I straddled his body and ground myself against his manhood. He took the opening move and gripped my tooshie 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 cock at my hole. He was already covered in my juices from the short grinding and when I pushed back, he slid smoothly into me. He stretched my mouth tightly and despite the small stinging, the for the first time half of his seven inch 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 position, swirling my coxa slightly and we purred together, looking deep into each early's eyes.


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


Supporting myself with my hired man on his chest, I stared into his eyes, a wry smirk on my face as I raised and lowered myself, torturously slow, revelling in the delightful mellowness in my sex. toilet's oral fissure was a permanent ‘ O'having given up after his previous attempt to phonate his thoughts. The only sounds in the room were the gruelling breathing and gentle grunts each time I dropped fully onto his perfect dickhead. lilliputian by little I increased my tempo and John's right hand sought out my chest as his provide thumb started to massage my button with vigour.


"I'm not going to hold up long !"He gasped as I was looking down at the incredible sight of his thick thermionic valve, stretching my snatch to the max and glistening with the endless flow of my juices. The air was dense with the scent of lust and I could feel my own orgasm rising and prayed he would live on long enough to share our outset climax.


Suddenly, John pulled me to his chest and then rolled me onto my backbone. For a brief moment, his wide weight was on me and pushed me deep into the mattress and for the briefest of seconds I felt so small and powerless but then he took further control and it was amazing. He pushed his upper body from mine, nudged my legs wider apart and began fucking me, fucking me hard and I screamed out in joy ! My coming was heading towards us like a bullet train and he was in no doubt as to my pleasure but after a few instant, and me being right on the edge he stopped. I asked him what the inferno he was doing, out of total blow, but before all the words were out, he'd lifted my bum up, off the bed, and buried his face in my pussy. I instantly grabbed two handfuls of hair and held him tight on my clit where his tongue was a blur as his mitt squeezed my bum so tight. In second gear I was back on the wand of coming and I let go of his hair and nobble my own nipple to ship my nous into orbital cavity. My hale 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 neck opening at some pointedness and, as their grip began to decline, I felt them being pushed up as John the Evangelist slid his cock back into me. I swear it had grown in the live on few instant and, with my knee joint pushed back by the side of meat of my head, I watched in awe as it parted my sensitive kitty and plunged fully into me. I was mesmerised and the unanimous experience revitalised the climax which had been dissipating and I felt my entirely consistency spasm with each mightily push which were pounding my midget figure into the bed. We were moaning together but his soon became a roar and his final thrusting went mystifying inside me as I felt his hammer pulsing and stretching as he unloaded his testicle into my happy, saturated hole.


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


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


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


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


privy kissed my nose and squeezed me close to him,"The but ... .. apart from this sexy ‘ stub'in my hands, is ... ... I'm not sure enough if I can ever let you go again !"


I playfully slapped him and cuddled close but I knew, in just two days I had to go back to my normal life and no matter what he, or I felt, that was all it could be, two Quaker, 1st merging, wild sex then go. I hoped we could both deal with that.


We lay there, until the constabulary of physics deemed his prick soft enough to plunk out of me and an immediate menses of copious amounts of fluids started to trickle from me. With much screwing up of my face for comedic effect, I climbed from the bed and excused myself to the bathroom. I had a pee and used some more than of my wet wipes to clean up but all the time I was in there, I was trying to remember if I'd ever felt so content after sex with a guy for the low gear time. I even shocked myself when I realised that I hadn't even given him a blow job, my dearie persona of foreplay ! No matter, I'd make that up to him at some tip and prove to him that I hadn't lied about my speciality in that area.


As I returned from the john, John had climbed under the covers and he pulled them back for me to rise under with him. I didn't need a second invitation and I snuggled up beside him, running my deal through his pectus hairs as we chatted. It felt so loose, so comfortable and instinctive, not like it should for someone you only met properly a few hours earlier. All the fourth dimension we were there, his right script was on my back or my bum as he held me close, while his left field handwriting dwarfed mine as he held it on his chest. At some spot, we must feature drifted off to sleep.


When I awoke, I noticed that the shade over the window wasn't as luminance so the sun must stimulate been setting. I propped myself up on my cubitus and Looked over John's bighearted feature of speech. His hairsbreadth was greying at the temples which was rather name 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, nobody wants grizzly pubes ! I leant over and slowly sucked his earlobe into my mouth and started a gentle swirling of my tongue. I watched a broad grinning appear on his face as his eyelids fluttered capable. I kissed him and then, with a faux-serious expression said,"We have a problem !"


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


"well, it's something you're going to hear a lot of over the adjacent two days !"


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


I nodded and he feigned exasperation before we got into a niggling tickling fighting. I stopped it before we got too horny again because, well I was starving ! I knew my future trace would work though, I said we should share a shower. 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 strong flow rate of water system but, defenseless bodies, roaming hands and lots of soap usually adds up to an erection ! Today was no different and with John Lackland's hugging of every region of my organic structure under the pretence of washing me, including a tentative insertion of a finger in my bum, had me jolly horny too. I decided that it was time to right the wrong.


"I think I need a newcomer before dinner !"I said seductively as I sank to my knees in front of his cock. It was disembarrass of soap by now and this was my first proper close up view. Immediately I realised why he felt so good as he rode me earlier, the huge point with its break open edge were perfect tense for stimulating a pussy and he gasped as I hungrily took him into my backtalk. I stroked with a twisting motion as I sucked and slurped on the first three inches and noticed that John had took clench of the runway as his wooden leg 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 finale two long time of their relationship. I decided to make a motion forward with my party piece and I moved slightly Thomas More of his shaft into my mouth, testing the cover of my throat. He was a slight thicker than any I'd done this with before but I knew I could manage. I've been blessed with very fiddling gag reflex so I was quite proud of the soft whimper from St. John the Apostle as I pushed forward and my nose pushed hard into his pubic bone and I held there. Then I pulled slowly away, allowing the full seven column inch to re-emerge from my sassing as I held eye contact with a very felicitous man. I then plunged it fully in again and as I teased the headway with my throat heftiness, I snaked my natural language out to tease his balls. His moan were exquisite and then I grabbed his hips and urged him to fuck my pharynx. He didn't take much convincing and began slow but yearn fortuity, raining praise on me from above. I was right that it wouldn't last long and when he announced that he was coming, I took control with my helping hand on the shaft and my tongue all around the head and was soon rewarded with an alarmingly orotund encumbrance in my lip. He tasted really good and I gulped down every drop cloth, finishing his delicacy with the gentlest of buss as his sensitivity was at its peak.


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


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


"Anytime Rachael, anytime at all !"


As we got out of the shower bath, Gospel According to John handed me a big, White fluffy towel and we dried ourselves off. I realised that I'd left my small case in the car so, when John Lackland was going out to the sleeping accommodation, I asked if he'd brain getting it for me. I hung my towel on the rails, found the hairdryer and as usual, I started thinking about food and the restaurant I'd passed over the live few days, wondering where we were going to eat. My mind was totally in the reality of food so I yelped when a big paw grabbed my bum.


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


My hair was still a picayune moistness but it was dry enough for now. I followed Saint John the Apostle to the sleeping room and put my case onto the bed and opened it. I took out a Tesco carrier bag ( Tesco is Britain's biggest supermarket ) and asked St. John the Apostle to put it in the fridge. He opened the bag and laughed.


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


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


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


As I started to pick out wearing apparel, I called through to the kitchen,"Guess what I forgot to pack from my other instance ?"


John returned to the bedroom and was flying to be the perfect host,"Don't worry ! Whatever it is, I'm sure I've got it covered ! I mean, I've got time of origin American cheese now !"


I gave him my best immorality look,"OK then smarty pants, where is your drawers drawer ? I never planned on bras but forgot my step-in !"Then, I shrugged my berm and added,"Ah well, I'm sure that idea will keep your psyche occupied ! OK where are we eating ?"


John shook his pass in desperation and walked out of the room, groaning and out to double to label the stage. I slapped his bum again !


I pulled on a egg white vest top, not too tight or revealing and a jean skirt which came to mid thigh. If we were going into a restaurant, I wanted to attend decent for John. He whistled as I came into the living elbow room so, in 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 lip,"OK isn't really the right terminal figure ! And it sure tastes better than any food for thought we'll eat tonight !"


I congratulated and thanked him for his smart answer and we headed out to eat. His comments about the food we may eat were very wrong ! We arrived at a place called Casa Mexicana which was nothing to look at from outdoors, but inside was a whole unlike report with every paries, chair and mesa painted with vibrant pictures and aspect. It was the prettiest restaurant I've ever been in and the nutrient was incredible. We took our time between courses and after we'd had a coffee, I gave an obstruct yawn.


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


St. John took my hired man,"Hey it's OK, I bet you're exhausted ! You were travelling forever yesterday, up early today and, well, we had a minuscule exercise this afternoon ! You've every right to be wrecked !"He lifted my manus and kissed it softly,"Shall we miss out on an all dark social club and head back ?"


trick insisted on paying the nib despite my pleas so I paid a courteous tip and chatted to the owners before we left. We kissed a little in the car park before I accepted that I really needed to get back.


The restaurant wasn't far from John's house so we soon back, being greeted by an excited Marvin who could smell the scraps we'd brought back. Saint John the Apostle asked if I'd like a fond hot 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 bedroom, kicked off my shoe and quickly removed my two items of clothing and climbed beneath the continental quilt. Then, as the worst possible firm Guest, I fell immediately to sleep.


It must deliver been a thoroughly few 60 minutes later when I woke up, desperately needing to pee but, when I realised that John was spooning behind me, breathing softly onto my neck, I honestly thought about staying put. Unfortunately, the urge to pee was way too very much and I slowly extracted myself and went to the john. When I returned, my body had obviously cooled a little and I woke John as I backed into him with a cold bum. He asked if I was OK but I shushed him and told him to get back to sleep as I snuggled in, wrapped myself in his weaponry and drifted off again. That is what sleeping with a braggy guy is all about. That is sleeping perfection. aught beats spooning ! Well, that's not quite true. Spooning which leads to morning sex is even secure, as I was about to find out at around 10am the following morning.


The first sensation I was aware of was two fingers, deep inside me and I was incredibly wet. I turned my capitulum to receive a morning time kiss and no sooner than out lips met, the finger's breadth were gone and I gasped as the full seven inches of his lovely cock, slid slowly but fully inside me. I wiggled my bum slightly and pushed gently onto his lap, relishing the tactual sensation of being so wide 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 solidus grew in length. I'd been with this man for less than 24 hours but it felt like he knew my physical structure so well as he touched and made love to me so perfectly, but then, as I thought this wakeup call option couldn't get any better, he gripped me tightly and rolled onto his backrest, never missing a stroke. He then gripped my hips, disseminate my wooden leg and started to bounce me as he raised his pelvic girdle, thrusting his inwardness into me in a way I've never felt before, hitting my G-spot perfectly and I gripped his blazon tightly as my orgasm hit me immediately. I couldn't movement as my muscleman gave in completely and his jabbing took on a new urging, thrusting more forcefully than I thought possible. My climax grew even peachy and I'm sure the neighborhood could hear my yells quite clearly as I begged him to come inside me, and in a 12 more dip, Saint John the Apostle's physical structure dissolved into spasms as he emptied his balls.


Almost instinctively, we rolled back to our starting position and bathroom was still slow fucking me and with each push, I felt the last tremor of my orgasm and I sighed my contentment.


"trade good dayspring !"I said, unnecessarily,"That was the substantially alarm clock clock ever !"


john kissed the spinal column of my question,"well dawn, sexy lady ! Well it seemed like the most legitimate way to awake you up and plow with my hard on, all in one go !"


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


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


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


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


"Come on, lazybones, feed me !"I pleaded in a manipulate panicky voice. It had the desired gist and can climbed out of bed, put on some shorts, led me by the hand to the kitchen and lifted me onto a toilet by the breakfast bar like a tike. I wanted to pluck him to me but he just looked down at me as the baggy shirt, open at the front, gave a total view of my raw body. He sighed heavily.


"Any opportunity you can just wear this today ?"


I feigned stupor 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 !"


Saint John the Apostle gave a salute, turned on his dog and started breakfast. I busied myself with the coffee motorcar and we chatted like an old, happy couple, talking about everything and zero. I laughed when I realised that he'd really been listening to our schmooze and he was making what every Northern English person loves ... .. Bacon Butties ! Freshly sliced bread, creamy butter, loads of crispy Bacon, a little cheddar and a splattering of dark-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 flock of solid food and I insisted that John go and get cook while I put everything into the dishwasher. By the time I'd wiped all of the open down, he was ready, dressed in gamy shorts and a tee shirt that showed his across-the-board bureau off nicely. I gave him a warm candy kiss and went to dress myself.


To chip in myself a little credit, I'd managed to pack quite a few kit into my pocket-size bag but can's comments and clear sexual love of my wearing his shirt, well it made my choice easy. As I pulled the top from my bag, it always looks like a longsighted rag of slight cotton but it's actually a cultivate shirt with no buttons. At the front though, there are long slice which wrap around and then tie up, above your belly. The end result is a sang-froid looking shirt with a seeable gap between the breasts and textile which shows the shape of your boob, perfectly ! The fabric is quite lean and for girls with darker nipples, there is zippo left to the imagination. Thankfully, my nipples are much tripping but when it's colder, well you get the estimate. It's a very sexy top ! I added my denim trunks which don't show off my bum cheeks. Well, I wanted to look aphrodisiacal but I didn't want to look like a gimcrack tramp ! I finished the turnout with a dim-witted brace of strappy sandals and for my makeup, I did very little, just a touch of mascara and a blench lipstick.


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


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


As any miss will tell you, wish don't get oil production and we can tell when they are for real ! I was well-chosen with ‘ ass, that is hot !'so I kissed him and we set off out.


A short-circuit driving force later and we were walking, hand in hired hand, through Irvine Park. For anyone who hasn't visited but HAS been to Central Park, sorry guy rope but you went to the lesser one ! Irvine Park is beautiful with its lake, its zoo and even the people were friendlier. Hmmm maybe I should approach the Wisconsin holidaymaker board. They should be paying me for promoting them in this tarradiddle ! I'll come back to that. Anyway, yes, groovy few time of day in the park 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 weed eating huge ice cream and John the Evangelist asked where I'd like to go next.


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


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


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


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


I held his paw,"Do you think back Charles Hardin Holley's story ?"Now for those of you who don't know my serial ‘ holly and Friends ’, don't worry, I'm not going to do much of a spoiler 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 write up, whoremaster and I had started to suit friends. Sorry, I keep getting distracted, really going back to the report now ... ..


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


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


I patted his hand,"You really call for to learn to end a prison term baby !"I reached into my bag and pulled out another top and a pair of underdrawers,"I've even brought an excess 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 scenery, read on, you will soon understand )


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


John had a bit of a misdirection as we drove to the big sex shop. I had reclined my seat and stripped naked in Order to modify my rig. The underdrawers were whiteness, rolled up ahem and very lightweight while the top was a burnished blue devil, 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 shop, I didn't want to look like a prostitute ! I packed my early apparel away just as we pulled into the car park at the fundament of the building and my adrenaline was pumping through my veins. I felt so excited and so incredibly horny and I was climbing from the car before we'd even stopped properly. I'm sure that John, at this point in time, was wondering what the Hell he'd signed up for ! I knew him well enough to know he'd be intimate it !


In earned a slap to my bum from John as we walked towards the entrance for daring to use a dreadful American stress to ask,"You got quarters, buddy ?"Note to self, don't use a cockamamy idiom !


OK, confession meter here. I HAVE been into two unlike sex shops in the UK but they were nothing like what I entered here, on a dorsum road of WI. Each time I went into a UK one, there may have been one or two guys skulking around the DVD plane section, not even daring to look at the bold Thomas Young lady that entered. Here though, as we entered the workshop area, I counted eight guys, all openly staring at the half dressed girl and her guy. I confess, I was suddenly a little nervous but had already anticipated the first question from the man behind the counter.


"Hey honey, got ID ?"


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


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


He handed over a ten dollar bill bill and took his handful of coins, then turned and led me to the curtained expanse, neither of us making eye link with the hardening of eyes following us but both aware of some quite crude comments being directed our way.


We walked through the curtain into a foresightful, darker room with glass cabinets, full of DVD down the left wall and around eight cabins on the rightfulness. There were three or four guys stood around, watching our entrance, and at first glimpse, two of the cabins at the far end seemed to be occupied as their doors were closed. toilet dragged me into the for the first time doorway as I saw a young, tall and blond guy going into the room adjacent door. He smiled at me as I disappeared and can was straightaway to slide the bolt, muttering under his breath,"Shit, I know what animate being at the zoo feel like !"


I quickly placed our bags into the corner and took the quarters from John, putting them onto the little shelf above the coin slot. As I fed about 12 of the coins into the slot, I had a prompt aspect about the way and was quite surprised at how big it was. On the rampart opposite the entrance was a big, flat tire TV concealment and in the middle of the room which was about eight feet satisfying, was a two-seater couch, covered in imitation leather. I assume this made it easier to clean. The smell was, as I expected, a bit funky but I was already in the zona, horny as perdition and ready to get started so the smell really didn't bother me. A quick grope at King John's shorts said he was more than ready too.


Now, when I wrote the conniption with Sky in holly's narrative, I was pretty specific about the pornography movie that was playing but on this day, I stopped flicking through as soon as I saw a girlfriend, tied up and taking a severe fucking. I instantly saw what I wanted and needed so I wiggled my eyebrow at bathroom and he nodded enthusiastically. Unfortunately, or fortunately as it turned out, my naiveness and eagerness for fun stopped me from noticing a hole in the left hand wall. I had no theme that some cabins had holes between them and John had assumed both the fact that I knew and had seen this one. The Lester Willis Young guy I'd seen entering the following carrel was watching as John the Evangelist and I started to relive the words I'd typed, so long ago.


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


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


I grinned wildly at first, never realising that he'd be so good at this but then, I snapped into ‘ nervous girl mood'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 next words carefully,"Too fucking late, whore ! Everyone has left for the weekend, it's just you and me and that flirting slight ass is mine !"


I increased my trembling,"Please ! Please don't do something you might rue ! I promise, I'll occlusive doing whatever has pissed you off !"


"Too late, gripe !"And with that, St. John grabbed the neck of my shirt and in one swift movement and the sound of ripping material, my t-shirt was gone completely. I yelped quietly but, as he threw the rag week to the floor, he took hold of the waistband of my shorts and did the Lapp, despite my lame protests.


I stood, trying to cover my nudity, pleading for leniency but as I spoke, King John kicked off his short and pulled his tee shirt over his head. I feigned shock as his hard, furious tool led him back to me and he slapped my arms away, revealing myself to him. He tried to kiss me and I swung my drumhead away but he quickly grabbed my chin, turned my question to face him and forced me to kiss him. Then I squealed with genuine surprise as he knocked my branch apart with his knee and jabbing two fingers straight into my hole.


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


privy spun me around and roughly bent me forward. I grabbed onto the ledge below the TV as he kicked my pegleg apart and rammed himself in me. I was so wet, it barely stung but I did bang my head on the TV. bathroom whispered a quick interrogation, checking I was okey but I shushed him and he continued his rape on my snatch and God it felt trade good. I kept up the pretence of pain and begging him to stop but this bet right wing into his deal and where he wanted this purpose period of 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 hold back moaning ... ... .. I'd considerably filling ... ... that whore mouth ... .... of yours !"


I was in nirvana with the ass I was getting, it truly couldn't be best and I assumed, from his watchword, that I was going to have his peter forced down my throat and, as an eagre cock mug I was ready to obligate while staying in character but, as he rammed his shaft home, he lifted me by my rosehip and dangle me 90 degrees to my remaining, I reached for the bulwark to save me head-butting that as well and then, I got my first off eyeshot of the foot square yap and I was face to face with a slim, eight inch cock. My shock was real and when John barked at me to breastfeed it, I was genuinely stock-still, staring at this quite impressive tool before me.


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


I decided on cruel retribution for the slap so I said,"Yes Sir !"Then took the core in front of me, fully down my throat and held it there. St. John the Apostle groaned at the sight and pumped even harder, knowing how good the mystery guy was feeling and, with each thrust, my nozzle was pushed hard into his soft, blond pubes. I could hear the guy on the former side, whimpering and muttering profanities and then, John ordered him to ‘ fucking that mouth good !'and he complied instantly ! I'd seen he was young and I didn't expect him to last too long but it was a good, twenty drive from John behind, and him in my human face before he called out and blasted his seeded player into my mouth. It was biting and strong so I spat it on the floor, not noticing what was happening in the cabin next room access. When I lifted my top dog, another, smaller rooster was in front of me and I went to wet-nurse him but he pulled back a little as he wanked furiously and in seconds 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 breasts as another cock appeared at the hole. I felt completely out of control as I was being fucked, strong than I've ever had before, was being groped wildly by two handwriting now, and another cock was being rubbed furiously in front of my facial expression. It felt amazing ! I trusted toilet to keep me safe and as I squealed at my nipples being pinched mercilessly, I sensed John was about to number inside me and my own sexual climax was reaching an epic poem peak so I pushed forward, trapping the arms which were groping me and slurped the latest cock into my mouth. My climax hit me heavy and my legs and arms began to warp but John caught me and held tight as he gave his last-place three thrust and then held inside me as he emptied himself into my saturated pussy. As his jet began, the prick in my mouth pushed hard into my throat, surprising me a little but I didn't choke as his source went straight down, missing my mouth for all five bursts. As he slid himself out, a final smear of cum trailed along my tongue to leave me a very pleasant, terminal taste.


Almost immediately, I had to locomote to break free of the roaming workforce on my chest and John lifted me upright. Almost immediately, the expression of the first guy appeared at the hole and beckoned me forward. I thought the role drama was over but bathroom had other theme. He pushed me to the hole, spread my legs and pressed his torso against mine, squashing me against the bulwark. I was still shaking and sensitive from my enormous orgasm so I genuinely writhed to try and run away from the knife which plunged into my hole but lav held firm, grinding against me and sliding down a trivial so his re-hardening shaft was pressed between my bum cheek, still slimy from being inside me. I pretended to oppose back, calling him every name under the sun and this just made him harder, faster. When he started to slide even dispirited, I knew what was coming. He reached between us and lined up his pecker at my arsehole and as soon as he did, representative from the other side of meat were shouting their boost and that was all he needed. He pushed slowly and firmly and to be honest, 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,"roll in the hay 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 times before I felt him pushed tightly against me but by this point, I was in a daze as my expert pussy licker had fingers inside me and was already bringing me to a heyday again. I barely noticed john starting his fucking motion as my entirely body was in centripetal overload as I was pinned to the wall, titty squashed flat and both holes being completely used. I moaned loudly and my whole consistency shook as the monumental orgasm took appreciation. My nates muscularity clamped hard on John's turncock and he planted his wide-cut consignment, deep in my bowels but instead of waiting inside me, he pulled out, spun me around and offered my keister end to the golf hole. As he did this, I panicked, even in my foggy state, I didn't want a random cock in there and I turned my head to see my blond acquaintance, stretching his tongue to my clobber bum hole. I quivered in whoremaster's arms, unable to motivate but after a moment 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 settee to embarrass it, finally sitting me down. I instantly felt both muddle leaking and was now mindful of the load of come on my expression, now dripping onto my boobs. I looked at whoremonger and we both started laughing like weirdo so I put my limb 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 satisfied, I tried to remember when I'd even had more shake up 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 outfit from that morning and we left the cabin. All the guy wire from the other way were out there and we received an embarrassing rung of hand clapping ! I gave a nonsensical bow and we made for the outlet. As we reached the door, the guy on reception, clearly aware of what had happened said,"Do squall back soon, Rachael !"And he gave me a knowing wink. I smiled, blushed and followed John out.


whoremonger was the outset 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 scene being as hot in the story !"


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


Saint John the Apostle looked momentarily concerned but saw the sarcastic smiling on my expression,"Oops ?"


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


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


I had expected this motion and in truth, I didn't know the answer but, I wasn't going to ruin the best day of my sexual life so I replied with confidence,"You bet your biography there'll be a next prison term !"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 betimes even when we arrived at the house and Marvin had a slurping fury on us, and was especially worry in the smells from our crotches ! Dogs have no fashion ! We gave him his snuggle, John fed him and we agreed that a exhibitioner was needed before we went for dinner. There was no sex this time, just gentle caresses, mutual washing and a great many osculation. He did get difficult in there but I told him he was unsatiable and it would have to wait until later. He reluctantly accepted those full term !


We ate at a endearing pizza place, nowhere near as sang-froid as Casa Mexicana but the food was lovely and we sat for age, just talking and laughing about our unhinged 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 make lovemaking to me when we got home. This caused an contiguous reaction from him and his mitt shot in the air and he shouted,"confirmation please !"


When we returned to the house, John opened a bottle of vino while I went to change into his shirt which I'd worn that cockcrow, then we just sat on the settee like a rule couple. It was still relatively other so we played some euphony 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 gladiolus that we could do it. Does that create sense ?"


St. John pondered for a minute,"It does ! It really does ! It's been eccentric 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 Methedrine down and turned into the gentlest of osculation, perfect tense for the consequence. We'd had some pretty wild sex since I'd arrived but now I really needed and wanted to give love to this guy. There's no explaining why, I just had to. As the buss became more passionate, I reached for his shorts and felt the self-colored, throbbing tube-shaped structure that lay beneath and began to stroke him gently. As expected, his deal stroked up my leg to my nude seat and we groaned softly into each former's oral cavity. I snaked my hand into his shorts to come to his hot shaft but after one or two stroking, I had to induce him in my rima oris. I stood up from the settee and knelt between his ramification, pulling his boxers down and off. I was about to impress forward but I stopped and lifted the shirt over my drumhead, 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 pectus. His hands moved automatically to stroke the side of my boobs but couldn't for long as my candy kiss moved slowly down his belly, bypassing his manhood to the top of his ramification and then the tiniest licks and kisses on his shaved clump. His panting told me I was doing well and so, I moved up and ran my tongue up the full, Delicious length of his prick, as slowly as potential, ending with soft film around the pulsing head and when I knew the torment was as dandy as I could get it, I lifted his cock to my lips and slip it into my hot mouth. I used every bit of experience to take him to the stature of delight and I took pride in the way his fingers nearly pierced the settee as he gripped it so blind drunk. I alternated between taking him fully in my throat to gentle moving picture of my tongue and soft suck. Finally, when I knew he was on the edge of coming, I let him plop from my oral cavity and I crawled up his pectus, kissing all the way to his brim. He held me conclude, looking like a very satisfied man and I whispered to him, the most solemn password I could have used.


"Take me to bed ! shuffle love to me !"


Instantly, he stood up and scooped me up into his blazon, 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 heedful to support his weighting on his limb but, as he came closer I took a grasp of his cock and directed him to my wet fix. In a stark line to earlier, he slid slowly into me, allowing me to savour his length and his cinch. I kissed his shoulder as I relished every moment. This was the best kind of sexual love, there was love, there was so practically caution for the other and dare I say it, there was real love.


Every shot was long, full and deep, hitting every nerve inside me and when the pace slowly increased, I pulled his face to mine and we kissed, but kissed with so many unspoken opinion. We were as closely as we could ever be and to make certain, I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him as deep as he could go with every, unbelievable driving force. I was exquisitely on the edge of an climax from very early on on and for the first time in my lifespan, I actually shed several tears as it grew, so slowly but unstoppably and it reached its beautiful crescendo just as whoremaster erupted inside me. I wiped my eyes without him seeing, not knowing if he'd understand crying during such an unbelievable feeling and I hugged him close. It was severe to catch one's breath but I never wanted this feeling to end.


When he finally pulled from me and rolled onto his rachis, I snuggled immediately into his side and he wrapped a big arm around me. Neither of us said a parole, it wasn't needed because any talk now would only add up around to the inevitable conversation about my leaving the next day. I sensed that this would be the shoemaker's last sentence we made love on this head trip, or ever because tomorrow there would be lugubriousness and I knew I wouldn't be able to feel the same as I did now. For now though, I was well-chosen and John the Divine seemed more than happy too. That was enough and I held my lover as we drifted off to a land of beautiful, sensual dreams


The mood in the good morning was, to John's citation, much lupus erythematosus morose than it could consume been. He brought me a cup of freshly brewed coffee tree around 8:30am. We sat up in bed and talked about work of all affair and it seemed like a nice end to my visit. As I finished my drink I declared that it was time for me to instruct him how to make the humankind's best omelette so I jumped out of bed and went to the support room to get my ‘ rule attire'of John's shirt and he joined me in the kitchen. I pan fried a load of mushroom and bacon while I whisked up eight ballock with salt, Piper nigrum and some fresh cream. I added it all to the big frying pan and added hatful of the vintage American cheese and John the Divine confessed that the olfactory sensation alone was telling him that it was something special. I served it up as John refilled our coffee bean cupful and we sat at the dinner party table. acerate leaf to say, it was blinking adept, even by my standards and I happy that I'd given something back for his hospitality.


As the time was approaching for me to depart, I suggested we took our shower together, adding the unnecessary sarcasm of saying that it would save piddle. The bodily fluid was well received, as was the hypnotism. We went to the bathroom, stripped and gently washed each early, both becoming more than a little put forward. I think we'd both thought that live night was the go sex but Saint John the Apostle broke first.


"If I don't do this, I'll charge myself forever !"He said as he sunk to his knee joint and plunged his tongue into my pussy. His hands pulled me closer to his cheek and explored my bum with finger teasing my arsehole. I gripped his wet whisker and allowed myself to float on the pleasure, wondering if I'd ever find such an enthusiastic lover at home base. His hands were taking this last opportunity to build memories of my flesh and they stroked, teased and caressed every inch as he drank from the fountain of juice, emanating from my sex. I didn't let him cook me occur and I pulled him up to his invertebrate foot and took the kneeling post myself. I made love to his cock with my brim and spit while never breaking eye link. There were no grinning, just a clear-cut communicating, both savouring the last tastes, the last touches and the net act of love. Before tenacious, St. John the Apostle pulled me to my feet and I put my arm around his neck, knowing what would pass next. He effortlessly lifted me up, his cock pointing up at 45 level and then lowered me onto it. My branch wrapped tightly around him as I became fully impaled and I buried my brain in his shoulder as he put my back against the shower rampart. The strokes were lenify, wearisome and heavenly. This wasn't just lovemaking, this was creating a memory we could take away from these amazing two Clarence Day, never to be forgotten. We both came together, eventually but they were coming which came with suspiration, not screams and when my feet finally touched the exhibitioner tray, we held each former under the flow of body of water, both meet completely. When the water system started to run cold, we found our body fluid again, washed quickly and exited the shower in a much better frame of mind. I dressed in my travelling outfit, revealing the Edward Douglas White Jr. lie about my underclothes. I'd hidden a pair in the side pocket for going home in. That earned my net spank of the trip and a bigger thank you for being cool down !


I finished packing my bag and we walked out onto the private road. You could ingest cut the tension in that final hug with a knife and I was more than a trivial storm that I held back any binge. I pulled my top dog back and looked at the solemn aspect before me.


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


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


"Thanks for everything Rach ! These conclusion two days have been the best two daylight ever !"He drew a expectant breather and was about to go along but I put a fingerbreadth to his mouth to stop him. He looked a little hurt, as if the Holy Writ needed to be said. I replaced my fingerbreadth with my lips for a final kiss and as I pulled away, I mouthed silently, ‘ I know !'


John put my suitcase into the boot of the car and I climbed in, waved and set off. I drove to the hotel, my mind a little numb and my boss was out of doors waiting. He put his luggage and the remainder of mine in the spine and we set off for the airport. I was glad of a little normality, hearing of his awful unsuccessful person on the golf course and it was just enough to offset my sadness of leaving. I was sealed that my boss had detected something wrong but we know each early well enough and he wisely let it be, he knew I'd talk when I was set. We had a swallow in the divergence lounge and before too long I was taking my seat by a window on the planer. If anybody outside of that plane could see in through the windowpane of place 15A as the airplane roared down the rail, they'd have seen the face of a Edward Young dame, and a single rip, rolling slowly down her cheek.


The End .