The coming together

Anyone who knows me, even a lilliputian, will make out that I used to be a fixture penis of a sex forum and would get very imply with writing sex floor, posting gamey mental picture and join in with extremely contentious and lively debates. Despite my diminutive stature, my attitude was not of a meek and mild mortal. That was the public persona and it was a good escape from my real life.


Anyone who knew me unspoiled on that website knew another part of me, the real me and I could bet on my digit, the people who I allowed to know that Rachael. We'd share personal floor of our life, photos of the most cozy nature and we'd even chat on messenger when we were away from the land site. The people who knew me the sound, I could count on the fingers of one mitt ... .. with two fingerbreadth amputated ! This level is about one of those three, John, a guy that I truly thought that I'd never, ever meet.


I live in a sleepy hamlet in the beautiful Cheshire countryside in Great Britain. It's a wonderful place to inhabit, I have a cracking family, superintendent job and my life is just. At the fourth dimension of this story, I'd been unceremoniously dumped by my beau because his baby in law made some ugly input about me and he found it easygoing to trench me than to be a man and hold 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 salary, drove a £50,000 company car and was the envy of many people. I'm not being smug about that, just very proud of my achievement ! The early cool down thing about my job, being a Personal helper to the managing director of a software system company, was that we travelled a lot. In the main we covered all of the UK but we also do a lot of tripper in Europe and occasionally, America.


Anyway, back to being ditched ... ..


Paul had left me and as usual, I was on-line trying to cheer myself up a bit. John was having his own issues and his wife had recently moved out. He said that the only remainder when she left was that his market measure 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 do over and sunniness you up !'


He replied, ‘ I'll book you a trajectory to Wisconsin for tomorrow !'


I laughed out loud as I read his subject matter but not for a reason 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 res publica he lived. I knew that my next comment wouldn't be believed but I went with it anyway.


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


I stared at the screen and I could see that John had read the subject matter but he wasn't typing. I was about to nudge him when his future content popped up, ‘ I live in Chippewa pin !'


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


His reply was almost immediate. He sent a photo of a telephone billhook, his reference clearly shown.


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


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


‘ You have no idea how felicitous you just made me ! I'm going to meet you inside two workweek ! Wow !'


He suddenly became like a lightheaded child so I calmed him a niggling and said I had no idea of the travel guidebook as yet but I promised him two things and made all the way one former item. Firstly, I promised that we would definitely meet. second gear, I would try to stage things so we could own a whole afternoon to grab up but he was treating me to food. Lastly, I said that we would birth to meet somewhere world because, despite the fact we'd chatted for years, I wanted to be 200 % sure of him as I didn't want to take my political boss as a chaperone ! He accepted it all with his usual good free grace and by the clip we signed off, I couldn't believe I was, in every sense of the estimate, about to meet a guy off a pornography site ! Oddly though, I couldn't time lag !


workplace was busy so the prison term went quickly and I was keeping a little secret up my sleeve. I'd explained to my Bos, with a few Patrick Victor Martindale White lie, that an old family friend lived in the townsfolk and asked if we could line up thing to afford me a fiddling time to catch up. I thought he'd assume that I meant an good afternoon or an evening to suffer dinner. When he gave me the revamped travel plan, he'd allocated two days and two nights that I'd have to myself in Chippewa capitulation. I decided immediately to not state St. John the Apostle, just in case we didn't get on that well. The former odd thing was, since I'd announced the trip, we'd not had any of our usual smutty conversations so I thought that maybe, just maybe that the actual idea of confluence had brought about a new moral dilemma for us. I didn't care, I just thought it would be coolheaded to run across him. Unfortunately though, that night, things changed. I couldn't get to sleep and after all the racy role playing we'd done, pictures I'd sent him of my naked organic structure and the equally rude unity he'd sent back, my mentation were of how I'd header with not seeing his pretty rooster in the bod. Did he not want me like that now ? Had I ruined the magic ? I didn't want to spoil the meeting so I just let it eat away at me rather than blockade Gospel According to John 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 food shop. What he didn't know was that I'd be wearing a dress, designed to force him wild. This was a off-the-wall merging to say the to the lowest degree and my part had always been a fiddling risqué so this dress wasn't going to change that !


Over the succeeding few Day, we spoke each even and it was top that there were nerves on both side which seemed crazy because we knew so much about each early. can was talking about topographic point we could go if we had the time but I was still loath to reveal the on-key timescale, blaming my knob for complications but confirming that we had at least six minute to chat ! I hoped he'd doubtfulness the Holy Scripture ‘ chat'but he just said that it was more than he could ever birth 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 future evening, the eve of my flight, I decided to crusade a little more. I was in bed, ready for an former flight so I opened the schmooze app on my phone.


Rachael : Hey you !

can : Hi Rach !

Rachael : Whatcha doing ?

toilet : Just watching television, dog curled up with me

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

trick : Yes I can

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

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


I finally saw the gaolbreak I needed.


Rachael : John the Divine, can I be blunt ?

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

Rachael : Heyyyyyy cheeky !

privy : Sorry, go on, be blunt !

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

John the Evangelist : OK, honestly ?

Rachael : Always !

can : OK, I'm terrified !

Rachael : Why ?

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


I was laughing as I typed.


Rachael : YOU pudden-head ! Do you not think I'm spooky too ?

lavatory : NO ! You are always so confident !

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

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

Rachael : Why ?

whoremaster : TWO DAYS ! ! !

Rachael : Serious for a minute ....

John : OK

Rachael : You don't have to bring the dog to the food shop

John : Do you not want to meet him ?

Rachael : Of course I do !

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

Rachael : You are incredibly dense at metre !

Saint John the Apostle : Ohhhhhhhhh you mean you might amount to my place ?

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 !

whoremaster : But only if you're sure

Rachael : St. John the Apostle, stop speaking, see you at 2pm, Lucy's Deli

John : I so so so can't time lag

Rachael : Same here !

John : Have a safe flight babe

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

John : My pleasure ! Goodnight xxx

Rachael : Xxxx


I closed the app, turned out the luminousness and tried to imagine how that confluence would go. I imagined the revealing attire which is tight and gives my bantam boobs a beneficial hike. It never fails to get attending but the man I was meeting has already seen naked photo of me so the annoyer was somehow even greater. My fingers found my slit as I imagined him getting hard in his pant as soon as he saw me and that first hug would experience his pecker pressing into my belly as my 5ft 1 body pressed into his 6ft 2 one. I've never tired of motion-picture show of his long, fat stopcock and within 48 hours, it would be throbbing right in front of me. I rubbed my clit faster as I imagined what could happen after luncheon and at that power point, just as a beautiful flood tide washed over me, I knew that his delicious dick would be filling me with his source, no question !


flight of steps day was a nightmare ! A two arrest flight of steps and long driveway from the airport saw us arrive at our hotel at 9pm, local time. We dined at a lovely topical anesthetic restaurant but we were so old-hat, 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 genus Bos was calling home to his wife, I walked out to the street and took a photo of the street sign and sent it to John with a message. All I said was, ‘ real number 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 oz. of willpower to stop him from driving into town to say hi. I wished him goodnight, put my phone on charge and within seconds I was asleep.


At 8:30am, our breakfast merging with the customer started. Over a mountain of food, my readying for the meeting were perfect and we achieved everything we had set out to do. By 11am, we were discussing additional business we could do for our client and by noon we had made our terminal notes and were preparing to leave. We'd been to a topical anaesthetic bar for an loose winding down of business with two of their conductor and they'd thanked us profusely. I then realised how my boss had worked the two rid days into the head trip as the three guys started to discuss their golfing challenge and I made my excuse for not joining them, especially after their secret plan. I knew how much my chief could imbibe and I really did choose my own plan for the future 48 60 minutes ! At 12:30pm, my honcho 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 word of farewell and I promised to keep him updated on my condom 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 special turnout, applied a footling makeup and looked in the mirror. My tight red dress with the zip up the front which stopped halfway up my titty was borderline obscene but, the shortstop inglorious jacket added enough course of study to lend a little decency to the final look. The padding gave a little exaggeration to my smaller chest and I was terribly proud of the excess segmentation it afforded me. I gave a little twirl in the mirror, checking out how tiny my bum looked and was More than happy as I turned towards the door but I stopped, paused and walked back to face at myself again. The dress demanded that I couldn't wear a bra as the cushioning was built in but the tightness meant my knickers were still, ever so slightly visible. I bent over and with a little 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 basement garage and the car, entered the address of Lucy's Deli and set off. According to the satnav, I'd arrive about xv minutes early and I knew I'd need that sentence to calm myself down.


The road outside Lucy's, compared to any English town, was very all-embracing and I was pleased to notice a parking space across the road from the Deli. My heart and soul was pounding in my chest and I took several recondite breaths before I gave up on trying to turn back my hand 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 English in England, all the cars were noncitizen to me and I was about to give up looking however, at 1:55pm a tan, Chevrolet Cavalier pulled up, right outside Lucy's. As I saw the comrade face appear from the car, my nerves vanished, I grabbed my pocketbook and jumped from the Toyota. The local were slightly bemused by the bantam blonde leaping from a car and screaming,"JOHN !"as loud as she could and waving frantically !


The Brobdingnagian smile on whoremonger's nerve made me laugh out loud and he ran across the road to me and I leapt into his arm for the biggest, best and most live up to hug of my life. He held me to him with his arms wrapped tightly around my waist and mine around his neck and our buttock pressed closely together. We both said things along the stock of, we couldn't believe we were actually here and that kind of thing. More impressively was that he didn't time lag too long to put me down, my wearing apparel didn't drive 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 manpower on my hips theatrically,"Really ? 1000 of miles and you kiss my cheek ?"Grabbing his shirt I pulled him to me and planted a proper kiss on his lips and confound my arms around his neck again. I knew that lingua were wrong right now but I think he liked our first osculation, especially by the smile as I pulled away and used my thumb to wipe off the lipstick and then my following comment of,"OK we've met, now feed me !"


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


With that, he took my hired man and led me across to the bright red canopy of Lucy's, the trope I had stared at online for daylight. All my boldness were gone and I gave the big hand that was leading me, a fiddling squeeze which earned me the same back and another Brobdingnagian grin from a very happy guy. As we were about to recruit the food shop, John stopped me and in an almost breathless tone he said,"Rachael, you know I've always talked directly with you so, I've got to say you look fucking amazing missy !"


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


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


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


Serving staff aside, the side by side hour and a one-half was amazing. We chatted, we laughed and flirted mildly but every back just felt awful. It was only when I glanced at my watch that a sudden sadness came from the former side of the table.


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


I gave a little grimace and I swear he was unaired to crying but I'm a savage squawk and put two finger in the air.


"Shit ! Only two minute ?"He gasped


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


After another peck on the rim, John paid the bill and then, as any gentleman would, he walked me over to my car. He told me that he'd deform his car around and I could follow him for the few short miles to his house. I realised right then that I still resembled a Cheshire cat and the nerves I'd brought with me had been replaced by an incredible, fizzing upheaval for what may chance. Who was I kidding ? I knew what was going to bump ! We were going to fulfil one of the many sexual scenarios that we'd spoken about in one of our role playing sessions, or one of the scenes in my many fib. The sole real number head were, which story and who would consider the lead ? The aching in my groyne kind of answered the latter question for me and a little plan of seduction was forming, even before I pulled into the dealings behind John's car.


The effort to John's house was only five or ten minutes and, when we stopped at some traffic Inner Light, I slipped my cap back on. I was conscious that John probably had neighbor and no issue where you are in the world, neighbours like to gossip. As I climbed out of my car on the neat drive of a pretty, individual storey dwelling, I carried my briefcase and looked very pro. Maybe master with a tinge of slutty, but professional was definitely in the description !


"Welcomed to my domicile, Rach !"lavatory said with justifiable pride.


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


He knew I was a dog nut and I'd seen photo of Marvin from day one so as he opened the door, a big ointment blur flew past us, charged around the front lawn and then pounced on his maestro for cuddles. Only after a legal brief hassle with John Lackland did he see the unknown and then I had a endearing affectionate salutation for a mo ( banner ‘ howdy'of a intrude trying to go up my wench ) until he got bored and decided that it was clock time for John Lackland to feed in him and he made a dash for his food bowl. John apologised profusely for the lack of subtlety of his dog and told me to come in and make myself at rest home while he saw to Marvin.


The front threshold opened into a big livelihood room with pine laminated story and as John went towards the rear of the sign, I had a nosey around. A beautiful, calamitous leather suite with a four-seater settee took pride of place, all chairs aimed at the enormous TV in one corner of the room, by the windowpane. In the opposite niche was a huge wooden unit which was bursting at the furrow with CDs and I gave a wry smile thinking that John was definitely a bachelor despite the fact that his ‘ wife'had left but, having always been a bit of a tomboy, I loved his way. By the meter 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 blank space John ! Do I get the rest of the circuit now ?"


He agreed so I put my purse with my briefcase on the umber board and told him to pass the way.


We went to the cellar first to see all of his handiwork down there, then back up to see the rest of his adorable home. The last room was where we both silently wanted to be, his bedroom. It was a big way with the hindquarters windowpane looking out onto other theater and a huge bed with very warm coloured weather sheet. The smell in the room was of freshly laundered linen and I smiled inside that he'd changed his bedding for my visit ! I decided that I had to guide control of the site or I'd burst so I stood by the windowpane, looking outside as I said,"I'd have to keep this blind down if I lived here ! neighbor 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 him a little bemused as to my intentions and before he could comment, I asked to use the bathroom. He pointed me towards the ensuite and I gave him a passel on the lips, making some scuttlebutt about being bursting for a pee, just to hold on him off guard.


I'd picked up my purse on the way back through the living elbow room as every little girl would when using a strange lavatory 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 captain plan of seduction. I was still wearing my jacket and I carefully slid down the zip at the nominal head of my clothes. I've mentioned that it's quite tight so as I moved the zip down, each side separated to reveal more than of my chest and I stopped, just above my belly button so the sides of the garb and my crown were just covering the eye of each breast but John was going to be treated to the fully swell of each pocket-size mound. My cutis is very white but very smooth and I was getting nervous at this insolent exhibit but I was satisfied that this was as sexy as I could ever wait. I just hoped he hadn't left the bedroom.


I clicked capable the lav threshold and walked back into the way. toilet was sat on the bed and his jaw dropped open as he lifted his school principal. I smiled as I walked slowly towards him, letting my jacket dusk from my shoulders, then stepping out of my heels. I stopped a few feet from him and whispered,"I brought you a gift but it still needs let out properly !"


St. John gulped hard as I took the last step towards him and his hired hand went to my hip and he leant forward to kiss me, only having to get to up slightly from his seated side. As we kissed, his hands caressed my bum and I sighed softly, breaking the candy kiss after a minute or so and taking half a step back again. His hands trembled as he slowly slid the zip down, placing a subdued buss between my breasts before revealing them in their flyspeck glory, pulling back to feast on the parting of my clothes. He sighed as my trim pussy came into scene and then pulled the zip fully down and pushed the garb off my shoulders, leaving his internet champion 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 work force touched my naked bum and his kisses went straight for my painfully strong nipple. Almost instantly, my legs began to flitter as his fondle my bottom and then my vertebral column, pulling me voiceless to his nibbling mouth, moving across my chest. The heat energy in my snatch growing wildly and just as I was wondering how foresighted I could stay standing, I felt myself being lifted off my feet. I looked into bathroom's eyes as he held me aloft and no words were needed but a kiss was. I planted my rim firmly on his and our tongues began an immediate struggle, so intense that I barely noticed him laying me down on the bed and positioning himself beside me. His heavenly hand massaged my breasts firmly and I sensed some trepidation from moving lower but before I guided him to my aching snatch, there was another issue that needed attention. I broke the kiss and panted my two word instruction.


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


John kissed me surd again and jumped up from the bed. He was about to bulge out undressing but stopped dead and I watched his centre, feasting on my nudity. I should let been embarrassed but I just smiled and asked if he was glad. I know it was a stupid question but it threw him and he stuttered before saying that he couldn't ever be felicitous. He was then looking me up and down, looking for to a greater extent words before I reminded him to get his bloody clothes off ! We both laughed but then it was my bit to be in for a treat. His soundbox was broad, toned and lovely but his stopcock, his big fat cock finally came into view and I began to salivate as he climbed next to me again and it pressed hard into my leg as our brim reconnected. I gave an unvoluntary growling as I reached for the yummy piece of nitty-gritty that I'd seen so many fourth dimension before in photos and just as I'd imagined, my fingers barely reached around its girth. My holding his turncock was enough of a signal for King John and I soon felt his hand cupping my whole pussy and in second, a finger slid easily and fully inside me. I bit his articulatio humeri softly and opened my wooden leg slightly to open him better memory access. It felt so serious and from the noises down below, I was as wet as I could ever be and despite my love of arousal, I just needed filling, and I needed it now. With the gentlest of thrust, I rolled John onto his vertebral column and there was a minor spirit of concern as I extracted myself from the two fingers he'd teased inside me. To facilitate any doubts he had, I gave footling butterfly kisses across his side as I straddled his physical structure and ground myself against his manhood. He took the go-ahead and gripped my fundament firmly and added even more press 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 golf hole. He was already covered in my juice from the short detrition and when I pushed back, he slid smoothly into me. He stretched my lips tightly and despite the low gyp, the outset half of his seven inches was in. I lifted almost completely off him and then pushed down harder and by the third get-up-and-go, our bodies were fully connected. I held the placement, swirling my pelvic girdle slightly and we purred together, looking recondite into each other's eyes.


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


Supporting myself with my hands on his pectus, I stared into his eyes, a wry smirk on my fount as I raised and lowered myself, torturously slow, revelling in the toothsome voluminousness in my sex. lav's mouth was a permanent ‘ O'having given up after his late attempt to vocalise his thinking. The only sounds in the elbow room were the heavy breathing and soft oink each meter I dropped fully onto his perfect prick. Little by picayune I increased my tempo and John's right script sought out my white meat as his leftover thumb started to massage my clit with vigour.


"I'm not going to last long !"He gasped as I was looking down at the incredible sight of his thick tube, stretching my pussy to the max and glistening with the endless menses of my succus. The air was duncical with the scent of lecherousness and I could feel my own sexual climax rising and implore he would last long enough to percentage our first climax.


Suddenly, John pulled me to his dresser and then rolled me onto my rachis. For a legal brief moment, his replete weight was on me and pushed me deep into the mattress and for the briefest of second gear I felt so diminished and powerless but then he took further dominance and it was amazing. He pushed his upper consistency from mine, nudged my legs wider apart and began fucking me, fucking me hard and I screamed out in joy ! My orgasm was heading towards us like a hummer train and he was in no dubiety as to my pleasure but after a few minutes, and me being right on the edge he stopped. I asked him what the Hell he was doing, out of total jolt, but before all the Holy Writ were out, he'd lifted my bum up, off the bed, and buried his face in my pussy. I instantly grabbed two fistful of fuzz and held him tight on my clit where his tongue was a blur as his mitt squeezed my bum so fuddled. In seconds I was back on the wand of total and I let go of his hair and pinched my own nipple to transmit my brain 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 neck at some point and, as their handle began to go down, I felt them being pushed up as privy slid his cock back into me. I swear it had grown in the last few transactions and, with my stifle pushed back by the side of my forefront, I watched in awe as it parted my medium pussy and plunged fully into me. I was mesmerised and the whole experience revitalised the coming which had been dissipating and I felt my solid soundbox cramp with each right jab which were pounding my bantam frame into the bed. We were moaning together but his soon became a thunder and his final drive went bass inside me as I felt his cock pulsing and stretching as he unloaded his clod into my glad, concentrated gob.


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


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


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


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


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


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


We lay there, until the laws of physical science deemed his shaft piano enough to plop out of me and an prompt flow of rich amounts of fluids started to filter 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 to a greater extent of my wet wipes to clean up but all the time I was in there, I was trying to call back if I'd ever felt so content after sex with a guy for the first time. I even shocked myself when I realised that I hadn't even given him a blow job, my favourite part of foreplay ! No matter, I'd make that up to him at some tip and try out to him that I hadn't lied about my speciality in that area.


As I returned from the bathroom, John the Divine had climbed under the cover charge and he pulled them back for me to climb under with him. I didn't need a second invitation and I snuggled up beside him, running my hand through his bureau hair as we chatted. It felt so easy, so well-situated and raw, not like it should for someone you only met properly a few hours earlier. All the time we were there, his compensate hand was on my backbone or my bum as he held me close, while his left over manus dwarfed mine as he held it on his breast. At some level, we must have drifted off to sleep.


When I awoke, I noticed that the shade over the windowpane wasn't as light so the sun must deliver been setting. I propped myself up on my elbow and Looked over lavatory's well-favored feature film. His hair was greying at the synagogue which was rather identify and he had a few appearing on his chest too. I smiled inside as I thought, that must be the reason he shaves down below, nobody wants grey pubes ! I leant over and slowly sucked his earlobe into my oral fissure and started a gruntle swirling of my tongue. I watched a broad grinning appear on his brass as his eyelids fluttered open. I kissed him and then, with a faux-serious face said,"We have a problem !"


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


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


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


I nodded and he feigned exasperation before we got into a little tickle combat. I stopped it before we got too horny again because, well I was starving ! I knew my side by side suggestion would do work though, I said we should contribution a shower. He seemed to like the idea as he swept me up effortlessly and carried me into the bathroom.


In no time at all, we were stood together under the strong flow of H2O but, naked dead body, roaming hands and lots of soap usually adds up to an erection ! Today was no dissimilar and with John's hugging of every part 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 time to rectify the wrong.


"I think I need a starter before dinner !"I said seductively as I sank to my knees in front of his cock. It was free of soap by now and this was my first off proper close up panorama. Immediately I realised why he felt so trade good as he rode me earlier, the huge head with its flared edges were perfect for stimulating a pussy and he gasped as I hungrily took him into my sassing. I stroked with a twisting apparent movement as I sucked and slurped on the first three inches and noticed that John had took hold of the rails as his legs quivered slightly. He was panting already and I suspected that this was not going to last too long. He admitted later that his ex hadn't given him a blowjob in the close two years of their family relationship. I decided to move forward with my party opus and I moved slightly more of his tool into my mouth, testing the back of my throat. He was a fiddling thicker than any I'd done this with before but I knew I could wangle. I've been blessed with very little gag reflex so I was quite proud of the soft whimper from Saint John the Apostle as I pushed forward and my nose pushed hard into his pubic os and I held there. Then I pulled slowly away, allowing the wide seven inches to reappear from my mouthpiece as I held eye contact lens with a very happy man. I then plunged it fully in again and as I teased the head with my throat musculus, I snaked my tongue out to tease his balls. His moans were exquisite and then I grabbed his hips and urged him to get it on my throat. He didn't take a lot convincing and began slow up but long stroking, raining praise on me from above. I was right that it wouldn't lowest foresightful and when he announced that he was coming, I took mastery with my manus on the calamus and my tongue all around the caput and was soon rewarded with an alarmingly gravid consignment in my oral fissure. He tasted really good and I gulped down every dip, finishing his delicacy with the gentlest of kisses as his sensitivity was at its peak.


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


"Anytime Rachael, anytime at all !"


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


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


My hair was still a little dampness but it was dry enough for now. I followed John to the bedroom and put my case onto the bed and opened it. I took out a Tesco carrier bag ( Tesco is Britain's vainglorious supermarket ) and asked John 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 moon 5 foot 1 inch and squared up to him,"Listen honey, I never travel without my vintage Armerican cheddar cheese and after I've cooked for you, you'll agree that it's better than sex !"


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


As I started to break up out wearing apparel, I called through to the kitchen,"dead reckoning what I forgot to pack from my other case ?"


John returned to the bedroom and was quick to be the perfect Host,"Don't worry ! Whatever it is, I'm sure I've got it covered ! I mean, I've got vintage Cheddar now !"


I gave him my best evil look,"OK then smarty gasp, where is your knickers drawer ? I never planned on bandeau but forgot my panties !"Then, I shrugged my shoulders and added,"Ah well, I'm sure that idea will hold your brain occupied ! OK where are we eating ?"


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


I pulled on a white vest top, not too soused or disclosure and a denim skirt which came to mid thigh. If we were going into a eatery, I wanted to look skillful for John. He whistled as I came into the keep room so, in decree to remind him, I spun around, hitched up my skirt and wiggled my au naturel bum at him. When I turned back, I asked,"Is that OK ?"


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


I congratulated and thanked him for his smart resolution and we headed out to eat. His input about the food for thought we may eat were very incorrectly ! We arrived at a place called Casa Mexicana which was nix to look at from outside, but inside was a solid dissimilar story with every wall, chair and tabular array painted with vibrant characterisation and scenes. It was the prettiest restaurant I've ever been in and the intellectual nourishment was unbelievable. We took our fourth dimension between courses and after we'd had a umber, I gave an embarrassing yawn.


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


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


The restaurant wasn't far from John's firm so we soon back, being greeted by an commove Marvin who could sense the scraps we'd brought back. John asked if I'd like a strong cocoa before bed. I accepted eagerly but asked if it was alright to have it in bed. Naturally, he said yes so I went ahead to the sleeping accommodation, kicked off my skid and quickly removed my two point of clothing and climbed beneath the duvet. Then, as the unfit possible firm guest, I fell immediately to sleep.


It must have been a good few hour later when I woke up, desperately needing to pee but, when I realised that St. John the Apostle was spooning behind me, breathing softly onto my neck, I honestly thought about staying put. Unfortunately, the urge to pee was way too lots and I slowly extracted myself and went to the lavatory. When I returned, my dead body had obviously cooled a little and I woke toilet 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 weapon and drifted off again. That is what sleeping with a freehanded guy is all about. That is sleeping ne plus ultra. nix beats spooning ! Well, that's not quite truthful. Spooning which leads to morning sex is even better, as I was about to recover out at around 10am the following morning.


The first sensation I was aware of was two finger's breadth, mystifying inside me and I was incredibly wet. I turned my head to find a morning osculation and no sooner than out lips met, the fingers were gone and I gasped as the total seven inches of his lovely cock, slip slowly but fully inside me. I wiggled my bum slightly and pushed gently onto his lap, relishing the feeling of being so full of ‘ man ’.


The rocking of his hip joint started slowly and as his hands caressed my chest, I reached back and stroked his bum as the CVA grew in duration. 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 erotic love to me so perfectly, but then, as I thought this wakeup call couldn't get any advantageously, he gripped me tightly and rolled onto his back, never missing a stroke. He then gripped my articulatio coxae, open my legs and started to jounce me as he raised his hip, thrusting his meat into me in a way I've never felt before, hitting my G-spot perfectly and I gripped his arms tightly as my coming hit me immediately. I couldn't motility as my muscles gave in completely and his thrusts took on a new urgency, thrusting more forcefully than I thought possible. My coming grew even greater and I'm sure the neighbourhood could hear my shout quite clearly as I begged him to come inside me, and in a dozen more plunges, lav's consistence dissolved into spasms as he emptied his balls.


Almost instinctively, we rolled back to our starting position and trick was still easy fucking me and with each energy, I felt the finally tremors of my coming and I sighed my contentment.


"Good morning !"I said, unnecessarily,"That was the right alarum clock ever !"


John kissed the backrest of my forefront,"trade good break of the day, sexy lady ! Well it seemed like the most lucid 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 gear before adding,"We really need to get up now though !"


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


I turned my head and gave him a long, lenient buss,"You learn quickly !"


I extracted myself from John's cock with a bit of a sloppy ‘ plop'and made my way to the bathroom with a wolf whistle from behind me. ( It's always nice to be complimented ! ) I cleaned myself a little, brushed my dentition and as I was about to leave the bathroom, I noticed a sick blue shirt hanging on the dorsum of the room access. I took it down and put it on, then smiled at my reflection in the mirror. Even I knew that there is little as sexy as a small fille 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, prey me !"I pleaded in a phony panic-stricken voice. It had the desired effect and John climbed out of bed, put on some shorts, led me by the hand to the kitchen and lifted me onto a dejection by the breakfast bar like a shaver. I wanted to perpetrate him to me but he just looked down at me as the baggy shirt, outdoors at the presence, gave a full view of my naked organic structure. He sighed heavily.


"Any hazard you can just wear this today ?"


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


john gave a military greeting, turned on his heels and started breakfast. I busied myself with the deep brown machine and we chatted like an old, glad couple, 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 side mortal loves ... .. Bacon Butties ! Freshly sliced lolly, creamy butter, loads of crispy bacon, a little American cheese and a splattering of Robert 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 mountain of food and I insisted that can go and get cook while I put everything into the dishwasher. By the time I'd wiped all of the Earth's surface down, he was ready, dressed in blue shorts and a tee shirt that showed his encompassing chest off nicely. I gave him a quick osculation and went to garb myself.


To give myself a little credit, I'd managed to pack quite a few kit into my low bag but John the Evangelist's gossip and clear love of my wearing his shirt, well it made my option easy. As I pulled the top from my bag, it always looks like a farsighted rag of reduce cotton but it's actually a cropped shirt with no buttons. At the front though, there are long pieces which wrap around and then tie up, above your belly. The end result is a cool looking shirt with a visible gap between the breasts and material which shows the shape of your boobs, perfectly ! The material is quite thin and for fille with darker pap, there is nothing left to the imagination. Thankfully, my nipples are a good deal lightsome but when it's colder, well you get the musical theme. It's a very sexy top ! I added my blue jean short which don't appearance off my bum nerve. Well, I wanted to count sexy but I didn't want to look like a cheap tramp ! I finished the rig with a simple duo of strappy sandals and for my physical composition, I did very little, just a touch of mascara and a pale lipstick.


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


"Sorry Rach, I just had to concern ! fucking, that is hot !"


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


A curtly drive later and we were walking, hand in mitt, through Irvine Park. For anyone who hasn't visited but HAS been to central car park, sorry guys but you went to the lesser one ! Irvine green is beautiful with its lake, its zoo and even the people were friendlier. Hmmm maybe I should approach the Badger State holidaymaker board. They should be paying me for promoting them in this chronicle ! I'll come back to that. Anyway, yes, cracking few hours in the parking area and two guys got slapped by their wife/girlfriend for staring at my chest which caused much hilarity to us but, by 4:30 we were sat on the Gunter Grass eating immense ice cream and John asked where I'd like to go next.


"Ooh I'm glad you asked !"I said in a ‘ affair of fact'feel and I reached into my bag and pulled out a small piece of paper with an address on it and handed it to John.


He looked confused,"That's way out of townspeople, are you sure enough you have the right wing destination ? There's only a winery out there ... .."His voice drifted off.


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


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


I held his hand,"Do you commend Holly's story ?"Now for those of you who don't know my series ‘ Holly and Quaker ’, don't trouble, I'm not going to do much of a spoiler but you really should interpret it ! Anyway, back to this story. I continued to let the cat out of the bag after he gave me a nod, you see, after reading this chronicle, King John and I had started to become friend. Sorry, I keep getting distracted, really going back to the story now ... ..


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


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


I patted his hand,"You really require to learn to finish a condemnation sister !"I reached into my bag and pulled out another top and a twain of shorts,"I've even brought an additional rig for you to rip off me !"I showed him the role ripped seams so he didn't strangle me. ( For those who don't know the scene, read on, you will soon understand )


John seemed more than happy to cosset my illusion although he did point out that we'd be going into a place where women rarely went and there would probably be other 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 enumeration on one aspect of it but it turned out to be a bonus. I'll order you about that shortly.


lavatory had a bit of a distraction as we drove to the big sex workshop. I had reclined my seat and stripped naked in order to commute my kit. The shorts were White River, rolled up hems and very lightweight while the top was a bright blue, cotton T-shirt which was a crop top but much less revealing than my current shirt. I'd thought about this and it was bad enough that a girl was going into a sex shop, I didn't want to see like a prostitute ! I packed my former clothes away just as we pulled into the car park at the rear of the building and my adrenaline was pumping through my veins. I felt so worked up and so incredibly horny and I was climbing from the car before we'd even stopped properly. I'm sure that can, at this point, was wondering what the Hell he'd signed up for ! I knew him well enough to know he'd have it away it !


In earned a slap to my bum from John as we walked towards the entrance for daring to use a abominable American accent to ask,"You got living quarters, buddy ?"musical note to self, don't use a silly accent !


OK, confession fourth dimension here. I HAVE been into two different sex shops in the UK but they were goose egg like what I entered here, on a back road of Wisconsin. Each sentence I went into a UK one, there may get been one or two guys skulking around the DVD department, not even daring to expect at the bluff young peeress that entered. Here though, as we entered the store area, I counted eight guy cable, 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 first question from the man behind the counter.


"Hey dearest, 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 early fifties.


"Thanks Rachael !"He said pleasantly,"Have a unspoilt time here ! Cabins are through the curtain, you'll indigence one-fourth !"I smiled at this and looked at John with a ‘ told you so'expression on my face.


He handed over a ten buck bank bill and took his fistful of coins, then turned and led me to the curtained area, neither of us making eye contact with the sets of eyes following us but both aware of some quite crude comments being directed our way.


We walked through the curtain into a long, darker room with chicken feed storage locker, full of DVD down the left wing rampart and around eight cabins on the right. There were three or four guys stood around, watching our entering, and at showtime glance, two of the cabins at the far end seemed to be occupied as their doorway were closed. Saint John the Apostle dragged me into the low doorway as I saw a untested, magniloquent and blond guy going into the way side by side door. He smiled at me as I disappeared and John was immediate to slither the bolt, muttering under his hint,"Shit, I know what beast at the zoo feel like !"


I quickly placed our bags into the street corner and took the quarters from Saint John the Apostle, putting them onto the little ledge above the coin time slot. As I fed about twelve of the coins into the slot, I had a quick look about the way and was quite surprised at how big it was. On the wall opposite the entree was a big, savorless TV screen and in the eye of the room which was about eight pes foursquare, was a two-seater sofa, covered in fake leather. I assume this made it easier to clean. The smell was, as I expected, a bit stinking but I was already in the zone, horny as hell and ready to get started so the flavor really didn't bother me. A prompt grope at John's short said he was more than ready too.


Now, when I wrote the scene with Sky in holly's level, I was pretty specific about the porno movie that was playing but on this day, I stopped flicking through as soon as I saw a fille, tied up and taking a hard shag. I instantly saw what I wanted and needed so I wiggled my eyebrows at whoremaster and he nodded enthusiastically. Unfortunately, or fortunately as it turned out, my naivete and keenness for fun stopped me from noticing a pickle in the depart deal wall. I had no thought that some cabins had holes between them and John the Evangelist 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 live over the words I'd typed, so long ago.


whoremaster impressed me greatly as we clicked into use playacting mode and he began by forcefully sliding the seating back against the wall with the threshold. This gave us quite a big space and unbeknown to me at the prison term, a much better view for our peeping Tom !


He pushed me hard against the TV screen and came nose to nose with me and snarled,"You've been teasing me for too long you little bitch ! A guy can only take 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 ‘ nervous fille modal value'and tried to push him away as I spoke,"Please I'm sorry ! I didn't mean to injure you !"


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


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


"Too late, Bitch !"And with that, St. John the Apostle grabbed the neck of my shirt and in one swift apparent motion and the sound of ripping material, my t-shirt was gone completely. I yelped quietly but, as he threw the rags to the floor, he took appreciation of the waistband of my boxershorts and did the Same, despite my debile protests.


I stood, trying to cover my nudeness, pleading for leniency but as I spoke, John kicked off his trunks and pulled his T-shirt over his head. 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 headland away but he quickly grabbed my chin, turned my head to grimace him and forced me to kiss him. Then I squealed with genuine surprise as he knocked my legs apart with his knee and throw two fingers straight into my hole.


He laughed a low, dirty laughter,"You're a lie down squawk too ! You fucking love this ! Look how wet your cunt is !"And with that he pulled his fingerbreadth from me and wiped them on my lips."You're screwing gagging for it !"


trick spun me around and roughly stoop 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 bonk my head on the TV. can whispered a quick inquiry, checking I was o.k. but I shushed him and he continued his assault on my pussycat and God it felt good. I kept up the pretence of pain and begging him to stop but this run right wing into his hands and where he wanted this role play to go.


He punctuated each house driving force with his row,"What the piece of tail ... ... ... are you crying for ... ... .. you love it ... .... but if you're ... ... gon na keep moaning ... ... .. I'd better fill ... ... that whore mouth ... .... of yours !"


I was in heaven with the fucking I was getting, it truly couldn't be well and I assumed, from his Book, that I was going to deliver his putz forced down my throat and, as an aegir stopcock sucker I was ready to oblige while staying in character but, as he rammed his cock habitation, he lifted me by my hips and swung me ninety academic degree to my left, I reached for the wall to save me head-butting that as well and then, I got my first view of the foot lame cakehole and I was face to boldness with a slim, eight inch cock. My shock was actual and when John barked at me to breastfeed it, I was genuinely frozen, staring at this quite telling putz before me.


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


I decided on cruel retribution for the smacking so I said,"Yes Sir !"Then took the meat in nominal head of me, fully down my throat and held it there. John groaned at the tidy sum and pumped even harder, knowing how in force the mystery guy was feeling and, with each driving force, my nose was pushed hard into his flaccid, blond os pubis. I could try the guy on the former incline, whimpering and muttering profanities and then, john ordered him to ‘ nookie that mouth honorable !'and he complied instantly ! I'd seen he was Edward Young and I didn't expect him to net too long but it was a good, xx thrusts from John behind, and him in my face before he called out and blasted his germ into my mouth. It was bitingly and solid so I spat it on the floor, not noticing what was happening in the cabin side by side door. When I lifted my foreland, another, smaller putz was in front of me and I went to wet-nurse him but he pulled back a little as he wanked furiously and in endorsement he shot his load all over my grimace. It was then that I saw three sets of eyes watching me through the hole and a bridge player 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, harder than I've ever had before, was being groped wildly by two hands now, and another dick was being rubbed furiously in front end of my face. It felt amazing ! I trusted John to keep me safety and as I squealed at my mamilla being pinched mercilessly, I sensed John was about to come inside me and my own orgasm was reaching an epic peak so I pushed forward, trapping the arms which were groping me and slurped the latest cock into my sassing. My sexual climax hit me hard and my pegleg and weapon system began to buckle but John Lackland 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 pecker in my mouth pushed hard into my throat, surprising me a little but I didn't choke as his seed went straight down, missing my back talk for all five outburst. As he slid himself out, a last cytologic smear of cum trailed along my natural language to leave me a very pleasant, final taste.


Almost immediately, I had to move to break unloosen of the roaming hands on my thorax and toilet lifted me upright. Almost immediately, the look of the commencement guy appeared at the gob and beckoned me forward. I thought the role gaming was over but King John had other ideas. He pushed me to the hole, go around my peg and pressed his body against mine, squashing me against the paries. I was still shaking and sensitive from my enormous orgasm so I genuinely writhed to try and run away from the tongue which plunged into my hole but John held firm, grinding against me and sliding down a little so his re-hardening stopcock was pressed between my bum cheeks, still slimy from being inside me. I pretended to fight back, calling him every public figure under the sun and this just made him harder, faster. When he started to slide even lower, I knew what was coming. He reached between us and lined up his cock at my asshole and as soon as he did, voices from the other side were shouting their encouragement and that was all he needed. He pushed slowly and firmly and to be clean, I was having my clit licked furiously and my bum was already pretty relaxed so it opened up for him. It still hurt ! I screamed out but he thought it was the game so I yelled,"FUCKING SLOWLY !"And he took the tinge. He stopped for a moment and then pulled back and then pushed in until I flinched again. This happened four prison term before I felt him pushed tightly against me but by this point, I was in a daze as my expert pussy licker had fingers inside me and was already bringing me to a peak again. I barely noticed trick starting his fucking motility as my altogether body was in sensory overload as I was pinned to the paries, titty squashed flat and both cakehole being completely used. I moaned loudly and my whole consistency shook as the monumental orgasm took hold. My fundament brawniness clamped hard on Saint John's cock and he planted his full load, deep in my bowels but instead of waiting inside me, he pulled out, spun me around and offered my rear end to the maw. As he did this, I panicked, even in my stupefied state, I didn't want a random pecker in there and I turned my caput to see my blonde friend, stretching his natural language to my battered bum muddle. I quivered in John's munition, ineffective to move but after a minute or so, I begged him to end this now, I couldn't take any more.


"OK guys, show's over now !"he said as he pulled me away from the hole and slid the settee to block it, finally sitting me down. I instantly felt both holes leaking and was now aware of the load of ejaculate on my aspect, now dripping onto my breast. I looked at John and we both started laughing like nutcase so I put my arms up and pulled him to me for a hug. Simultaneously, we both thanked each former and said ‘ you're welcome'which brought even more laughter but, as we sat there hot, sweaty and extremely satisfied, I tried to call 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 paper and wet rub from my bag, dressed in my outfit from that morning and we left the cabin. All the guys from the former room were out there and we received an embarrassing round of hand clapping ! I gave a ridiculous bow and we made for the exit. As we reached the door, the guy on reception, clearly aware of what had happened said,"Do call back soon, Rachael !"And he gave me a knowing nictation. I smiled, blushed and followed lav out.


John was the first to talk as we got in the car,"You know, I've always been a fan of your written material but, I don't remember that scene being as hot in the chronicle !"


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


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


"I'll ‘ oops'you future 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 next time ?"


I had expected this motion and in truth, I didn't know the solution but, I wasn't going to ruin the best day of my intimate spirit so I replied with self-confidence,"You bet your lifetime there'll be a side by side time !"We both smiled but I think we also knew that it wasn't set in stone so we just basked in the afterglow as we set off dorsum to his house.


It was early evening when we arrived at the home and Marvin had a slurping frenzy on us, and was especially interested in the look from our genital organ ! Dogs have no fashion ! We gave him his snuggle, bathroom fed him and we agreed that a shower was needed before we went for dinner party. There was no sex this time, just appease caresses, mutual lavation and a great many kisses. He did get hard in there but I told him he was unsatiable and it would cause to wait until later. He reluctantly accepted those term !


We ate at a lovely pizza shoes, nowhere near as cool as Casa Mexicana but the food was lovely and we sat for geezerhood, just talking and laughing about our crazy afternoon. John was concerned that I may be sore down there but I convinced him that I'd had a skilful day of fucking but I still needed him to make love to me when we got home. This caused an contiguous reaction from him and his hand shot in the air and he shouted,"tab please !"


When we returned to the home, toilet opened a nursing bottle of wine while I went to change into his shirt which I'd worn that daybreak, then we just sat on the settee like a rule duad. It was still relatively early on so we played some music 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 beaming that we could do it. Does that progress to sentience ?"


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


"Yeah !"


I put my glass down and turned into the soft of buss, perfect for the moment. We'd had some pretty baseless sex since I'd arrived but now I really needed and wanted to make love to this guy. There's no explaining why, I just had to. As the kiss became more passionate, I reached for his shorts and felt the satisfying, throbbing thermionic tube that lay beneath and began to stroke him gently. As expected, his hand stroked up my leg to my raw bottom and we groaned softly into each other's backtalk. I snaked my script into his shorts to touch on his hot creature but after one or two stroking, I had to induce him in my mouth. I stood up from the settee and knelt between his stage, pulling his shorts down and off. I was about to move forward but I stopped and lifted the shirt over my head, I much prefer to be naked. He reciprocated with his shirt and I leant forward and kissed and licked across his thorax as his turncock was pressed against my dresser. His manpower moved automatically to stroke the position of my boobs but couldn't for long as my osculation moved slowly down his belly, bypassing his manhood to the top of his legs and then the tiniest clout and buss on his trim ball. His panting told me I was doing well and so, I moved up and ran my clapper up the full, pleasant-tasting duration of his prick, as slowly as potential, ending with diffuse picture show around the pulsing headway and when I knew the torment was as great as I could get it, I lifted his cock to my backtalk and slid it into my hot mouth. I used every bit of experience to take him to the height of pleasure and I took pride in the way his fingerbreadth nearly pierced the settle as he gripped it so tight. I alternated between taking him fully in my throat to conciliate flicks of my lingua and soft sucking. Finally, when I knew he was on the bound of orgasm, I let him plop from my mouth and I crawled up his chest, kissing all the way to his backtalk. He held me close, looking like a very satisfied man and I whispered to him, the most solemn words I could have used.


"make me to bed ! Make lovemaking to me !"


Instantly, he stood up and scooped me up into his limb, kissed me and carried me into the bedroom. He lay me on the bed and I pulled him to me, opening my stage and keeping hold of his weapon, letting him know that I didn't need any foreplay now, I just wanted him inside me. He was measured to support his weight unit on his arms but, as he came closer I took a delay of his cock and directed him to my wet hole. In a stark dividing line to earlier, he slid slowly into me, allowing me to enjoy his duration and his cinch. I kissed his shoulder as I relished every bit. This was the best sort of lovemaking, there was passion, there was so much maintenance for the other and dare I say it, there was real love.


Every stroke was long, full and deep, hitting every nerve inside me and when the tempo slowly increased, I pulled his face to mine and we kissed, but kissed with so many unspoken cerebration. We were as close as we could ever be and to make sure enough, I wrapped my leg around him and pulled him as deep as he could go with every, unbelievable jab. I was exquisitely on the edge of an sexual climax from very early on and for the number one 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 eyes without him seeing, not knowing if he'd realise snag during such an unbelievable feeling and I hugged him close. It was laborious to emit but I never wanted this feeling to end.


When he finally pulled from me and rolled onto his backrest, 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 talking now would only come around to the inevitable conversation about my leaving the succeeding day. I sensed that this would be the last time we made love on this trip, or ever because tomorrow there would be sadness and I knew I wouldn't be able to palpate the same as I did now. For now though, I was happy and John seemed more than felicitous too. That was plenty and I held my lover as we drifted off to a land of beautiful, sensual dreaming


The mood in the morning was, to John's credit, much less morose than it could have been. He brought me a cup of freshly brewed coffee around 8:30am. We sat up in bed and talked about study of all affair and it seemed like a nice end to my visit. As I finished my drink I declared that it was sentence for me to learn him how to work the man's upright omelette so I jumped out of bed and went to the life room to get my ‘ normal garb'of John's shirt and he joined me in the kitchen. I pan fried a load of mushroom-shaped cloud and bacon while I whisked up eight eggs with salt, pepper and some bracing ointment. I added it all to the big sauteing pan and added lots of the vintage cheddar and trick confessed that the smell alone was telling him that it was something special. I served it up as whoremonger refilled our coffee cups and we sat at the dinner party tabular array. Needless to say, it was bloody adept, even by my standards and I happy that I'd given something back for his hospitality.


As the metre was approaching for me to leave, I suggested we took our shower together, adding the unnecessary satire of saying that it would save H2O. The sense of humour was well received, as was the suggestion. We went to the bathroom, stripped and gently washed each other, both becoming More than a little put forward. I think we'd both thought that last night was the last sex but John broke first.


"If I don't do this, I'll kick myself forever !"He said as he sunk to his knees and plunged his knife into my pussy. His paw pulled me secretive to his face and explored my bum with digits teasing my arsehole. I gripped his wet fuzz and allowed myself to float on the pleasure, wondering if I'd ever find such an enthusiastic lover at home. His hands were taking this lastly chance to build remembering of my flesh and they stroked, teased and caressed every in as he drank from the fountain of juice, emanating from my sex. I didn't let him puddle me come up and I pulled him up to his base and took the kneeling locating myself. I made love to his rooster with my mouth and tongue while never breaking eye contact. There were no smiles, just a clear communication, both savouring the last perceptiveness, the finale touches and the final act of love. Before long, John pulled me to my invertebrate foot and I put my weaponry around his neck opening, knowing what would happen next. He effortlessly lifted me up, his peter 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 head teacher in his articulatio humeri as he put my rear against the cascade wall. The diagonal were ennoble, slow and heavenly. This wasn't just sexual love, this was creating a memory board 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 cascade tray, we held each other under the flow of water, both slaked completely. When the water started to run cold, we found our humour again, washed quickly and exited the shower in a much better build of mind. I dressed in my traveling outfit, revealing the whitened lie about my underwear. I'd hidden a pair in the side scoop for going home in. That earned my final spank of the stumble and a liberal thank you for being cool !


I finished packing my bag and we walked out onto the drive. You could throw cut the tension in that final hug with a knife and I was more than a little surprised that I held back any rip. I pulled my forefront back and looked at the grave face before me.


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


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


"Thanks for everything Rach ! These survive two days have been the best two daylight ever !"He drew a big breath and was about to continue but I put a finger to his lips to kibosh him. He looked a footling detriment, as if the words needed to be said. I replaced my finger's breadth with my lips for a final kiss and as I pulled away, I mouthed silently, ‘ I know !'


John put my bags into the boot of the car and I climbed in, waved and set off. I drove to the hotel, my mind a fiddling numb and my boss was outside wait. He put his luggage and the residue of mine in the back and we set off for the airport. I was glad of a little normality, sense of hearing of his atrocious failures on the golf course and it was just enough to countervail my sadness of leaving. I was sure that my boss had detected something wrong but we know each other well enough and he wisely let it be, he knew I'd lecture when I was set. We had a drink in the release lounge and before too hanker I was taking my buns by a windowpane on the plane. If anybody outside of that plane could see in through the window of seat 15A as the plane roared down the track, they'd have seen the brass of a unseasoned madam, and a exclusive rent, rolling slowly down her cheek.


The End .