The coming together

Anyone who knows me, even a little, will know that I used to be a steady extremity of a sex forum and would get very involved with writing sex write up, posting spicy pictures and join in with extremely contentious and lively debate. Despite my diminutive stature, my attitude was not of a meek and meek individual. That was the public theatrical role and it was a thoroughly outflow from my existent life.


Anyone who knew me better on that web site knew another part of me, the real me and I could count on my fingers, the people who I allowed to lie with that Rachael. We'd share personal fib of our lives, photos of the most intimate nature and we'd even chat on messenger when we were away from the situation. The masses who knew me the intimately, I could count on the fingers of one hand ... .. with two fingers amputated ! This fib 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 U.K.. It's a terrific place to hold up, I have a great family, super job and my living is good. At the metre of this story, I'd been unceremoniously dumped by my boyfriend because his Sister in law made some horrifying comments about me and he found it easy to ditch me than to be a man and fight down 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 spot and at 22 I was earning well above an average pay, take a £50,000 company car and was the envy of many people. I'm not being smug about that, just very proud of my achievements ! The other cool down affair about my job, being a Personal helper to the managing theater director of a software company, was that we travelled a lot. In the principal we covered all of the UK but we also do a lot of trip-up in European Economic Community and occasionally, America.


Anyway, back to being ditched ... ..


St. Paul had left me and as usual, I was online trying to jolly along myself up a bit. bathroom was having his own topic and his wife had recently moved out. He said that the only conflict when she left was that his grocery bill had halved as they'd not kip together for over six months. I really felt for him and jokingly I said, ‘ I'll have to come over and cheer you up !'


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


He suddenly became like a vertiginous child so I calmed him a little and said I had no mind of the itinerary as yet but I promised him two matter and made light up one other point. Firstly, I promised that we would definitely meet. moment, I would try to arrange affair so we could stimulate a solid good afternoon to catch up but he was treating me to food. Lastly, I said that we would have to gather somewhere public because, despite the fact we'd chatted for ages, I wanted to be 200 % sure of him as I didn't want to bring my boss as a chaperon ! He accepted it all with his usual trade good state of grace and by the metre we signed off, I couldn't believe I was, in every sense of the estimate, about to suffer a guy off a porno website ! Oddly though, I couldn't delay !


study was engaged so the metre went quickly and I was keeping a little undercover up my arm. I'd explained to my knob, with a few lily-white Trygve Lie, that an old household champion lived in the town and asked if we could adjust matter to dedicate me a little time to catch up. I thought he'd assume that I meant an afternoon or an eve to ingest dinner. When he gave me the vamp itinerary, he'd allocated two days and two night that I'd have to myself in Chippewa spill. I decided immediately to not assure can, just in display case we didn't get on that well. The other odd thing was, since I'd announced the trip, we'd not had any of our usual black conversations so I thought that maybe, just maybe that the actual estimate of meeting had brought about a new lesson dilemma for us. I didn't fear, I just thought it would be cool down to meet him. Unfortunately though, that night, things changed. I couldn't get to sleep and after all the risque role playing we'd done, pictures I'd sent him of my naked body and the equally underbred one he'd sent back, my thought process were of how I'd coping with not seeing his pretty turncock in the shape. Did he not want me like that now ? Had I ruined the illusion ? I didn't want to spoil the meeting so I just let it eat away at me rather than blockade John when we chatted. As far as he was cognisant, we were meeting at 2pm on the twenty-fourth September on northward Bridge Street at Lucy's delicatessen food. What he didn't know was that I'd be wearing a frock, designed to beat back him wild. This was a bizarre get together to say the least and my image had always been a fiddling risqué so this dress wasn't going to modify that !


Over the next few twenty-four hours, we spoke each even and it was clear that there were nerves on both sides which seemed mad because we knew so much about each early. John was talking about post we could go if we had the clip but I was still reluctant to disclose the rightful timescale, blaming my gaffer for tortuousness but confirming that we had at to the lowest degree six hours to chew the fat ! I hoped he'd question the discussion ‘ chat'but he just said that it was more than he could ever have hoped for. I was getting impatient. I didn't know why and didn't know what I wanted him to say but our online messaging the next evening, the eve of my trajectory, I decided to crowd a little more. I was in bed, ready for an betimes flight so I opened the chat app on my phone.


Rachael : Hey you !

John the Evangelist : Hi Rach !

Rachael : Whatcha doing ?

whoremonger : 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 want to ?

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


I finally saw the rift I needed.


Rachael : John, can I be blunt ?

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

Rachael : Heyyyyyy cheeky !

John the Divine : Sorry, go on, be blunt !

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

john : OK, honestly ?

Rachael : Always !

can : OK, I'm terrorise !

Rachael : Why ?

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


I was laughing as I typed.


Rachael : YOU stupid ! Do you not call back I'm nervous too ?

John : NO ! You are always so convinced !

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

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

Rachael : Why ?

John : TWO mean solar day ! ! !

Rachael : good for a minute ....

Saint John : OK

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

John : Do you not desire 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 times !

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

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

John : yes I do !

Rachael : Well keep out up then !

John : But only if you're surely

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

John : I so so so can't delay

Rachael : Same here !

toilet : Have a safety flight babe

Rachael : Don't leave your wallet, commend you're paying !

John : My pleasure ! Goodnight xxx

Rachael : Xxxx


I closed the app, turned out the illumination and tried to envisage how that meeting would go. I imagined the disclosure frock which is tight and gives my tiny dope a good boost. It never fails to get attention but the man I was meeting has already seen naked photos of me so the vexer was somehow even bang-up. My fingers found my pussy as I imagined him getting hard in his trousers as soon as he saw me and that 1st hug would have his tool pressing into my belly as my 5ft 1 body pressed into his 6ft 2 one. I've never tired of photo of his tenacious, fat turncock and within 48 hours, it would be throbbing right in figurehead of me. I rubbed my clit faster as I imagined what could happen after lunch and at that breaker point, just as a beautiful climax washed over me, I knew that his delicious cock would be filling me with his seed, no question !


Flight day was a nightmare ! A two stop flight and long drive from the drome saw us arrive at our hotel at 9pm, local fourth dimension. We dined at a lovely local restaurant but we were so shopworn, I couldn't William Tell you the name of it but they did do a beautiful black pepper sauce steak followed by a magnificent cheesecake ! ( When in Rome etc ) We had a few drinks and while my boss was calling dwelling house to his wife, I walked out to the street and took a picture of the street sign and sent it to St. John the Apostle with a content. All I said was, ‘ real number enough yet ?'


I didn't spirit for a answer until I was back in my room and I chuckled when I saw it. He'd replied to the effect that it had taken every ounce of self-control to arrest him from driving into town to say hello. I wished him goodnight, put my earphone on charge and within secondment I was asleep.


At 8:30am, our breakfast meeting with the client started. Over a mountain of food, my preparation for the group meeting were perfect and we achieved everything we had set out to do. By 11am, we were discussing extra business we could do for our client and by noon we had made our final note and were preparing to leave. We'd been to a local bar for an cozy winding down of line with two of their manager and they'd thanked us profusely. I then realised how my party boss had worked the two relieve days into the trip as the three guys started to talk about their golfing challenge and I made my excuses for not joining them, especially after their game. I knew how much my Bos could drink and I really did favour my own programme for the following 48 time of day ! At 12:30pm, my gaffer passed me the headstone to the hideous Toyota Prius hire car and kissed my cheek, thanking me for my awful prep employment. We made our farewells and I promised to preserve him updated on my safety and whereabouts. He does look after me.


Our hotel was only a two minute walk away so I made my way to my room. I dressed quickly into my special getup, applied a small makeup and looked in the mirror. My tight red dress with the zip up the social movement which stopped halfway up my tit was borderline obscene but, the unretentive black jacket added enough class to impart a trivial decency to the final look. The cushioning gave a piddling exaggeration to my smaller bureau and I was terribly proud of the surplus cleavage it afforded me. I gave a minuscule twirl in the mirror, checking out how bantam my bum looked and was Sir Thomas More than happy as I turned towards the door but I stopped, paused and walked back to look at myself again. The attire demanded that I couldn't wear a bra as the padding was built in but the tightness meant my knickers were still, ever so slightly visible. I bent over and with a lilliputian struggle, I pulled my red, lacy panties down my leg, straightened the dress and grinned broadly. If this didn't piss his eyes pop out, cipher would ! I made my way to the basement garage and the car, entered the name and address of Lucy's food shop and set off. According to the satnav, I'd arrive about fifteen minutes early and I knew I'd need that time to calm myself down.


The road outside Lucy's, compared to any English townsfolk, was very full and I was pleased to obtain a parking blank across the road from the deli. My substance was pounding in my chest of drawers and I took several mystifying hint before I gave up on trying to stop my helping 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 same as an American in England, all the cars were foreign to me and I was about to give up looking however, at 1:55pm a tan, Chevrolet Cavalier pulled up, right outside Lucy's. As I saw the familiar spirit face appear from the car, my nerves vanished, I grabbed my purse and jumped from the Toyota. The topical anesthetic were slightly bemused by the flyspeck blonde leaping from a car and screeching,"JOHN !"as meretricious as she could and waving frantically !


The huge grin on toilet's human face made me laugh out loud and he ran across the road to me and I leapt into his arms for the giving, best and most fulfill hug of my life. He held me to him with his weapon system wrapped tightly around my waistline and mine around his neck opening and our brass pressed closely together. We both said things along the lines of, we couldn't believe we were actually here and that kind of thing. More impressively was that he didn't delay too long to put me down, my dress didn't ride up too far and he kissed my cheek after he'd put me down. That wasn't right for me though.


I put my manpower on my hips theatrically,"Really ? one thousand of Swedish mile and you kiss my cheek ?"Grabbing his shirt I pulled him to me and planted a proper kiss on his sass and threw my weapon around his neck again. I knew that lingua were wrong right now but I think he liked our commencement buss, especially by the grin as I pulled away and used my ovolo to wipe off the lipstick and then my next comment of,"OK we've met, now feed me !"


His better-looking human face tried to take on a seriousness,"Ahhh the renowned appetence of the tiny Briton ! Come on then !"


With that, he took my hand and led me across to the promising red canopy of Lucy's, the paradigm I had stared at online for mean solar day. All my cheek were gone and I gave the big script that was leading me, a little hug which earned me the like back and another huge smiling from a very well-chosen guy. As we were about to enter the food shop, John stopped me and in an almost breathless whole tone 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 picture in the hotel, just an hour ago,"wellspring, if you think this looks effective ...."


With that, I shook the cap from my shoulders, held my branch out and gave a little wiggle. The full effect of my strapless kit had the desired effect and he was pretty dumb apart from a ‘ holy place ass'and a ‘ Wow !'That was enough for me ! We went in.


As John ordered our food at the buffet, I stood with my arm around his waist, looking at our reflection in the mirror as he towered above me and I felt glad, comfortable and so right where I was. I'd seen so many pictures of this guy but, as I looked closer, he was so much taller, well built and cuter than I'd ever realised. He caught me checking him out and winked into the mirror at me. We were both grinning like shoal kids and the miserable cow behind the counter huffed a few times which just made us both laugh Sir Thomas More and she couldn't get us to sit down quick enough, saying she'd work our gild across.


service faculty aside, the succeeding hour and a half was amazing. We chatted, we laughed and flirted mildly but every second just felt awful. It was only when I glanced at my watch that a sudden sadness came from the other side of the table.


"Rachael, this has been such soundly fun ! We can go for the run tour of my palace if you like now or wherever you want to go !"Then he asked the interrogative he didn't want an solvent to,"So, how long do we take ?"


I gave a little grimace and I swear he was close to crying but I'm a savage cunt and put two digit in the air.


"Shit ! Only two 60 minutes ?"He gasped


I couldn't do it to him anymore so I took his hand, squeezed it tightly and in a whisper I said,"Two DAYS if you want me !"And with that, I leant across the table and kissed him. The osculation was diffused and I allowed my tongue to card his sass until his own spit met mine. The temperature instantly rose in the room but sentence seemed to put up still. That 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 home !"


After another peck on the rim, John paid the neb and then, as any gentleman's gentleman would, he walked me over to my car. He told me that he'd wrick his car around and I could take after him for the few unawares statute 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, fizzing excitement for what may find. Who was I kidding ? I knew what was going to encounter ! We were going to fulfil one of the many sexual scenarios that we'd spoken about in one of our role playing Roger Sessions, or one of the scenes in my many write up. The only real number query were, which report and who would fill the Pb ? The aching in my groin variety of answered the latter question for me and a trivial plan of seduction was forming, even before I pulled into the traffic behind John's car.


The campaign to John's theatre was only five or ten moment and, when we stopped at some traffic lights, I slipped my jacket back on. I was conscious that John probably had neighbours and no topic where you are in the cosmos, neighbours like to chitchat. As I climbed out of my car on the neat driveway of a pretty, single level domicile, I carried my briefcase and looked very professional. Maybe professional person with a tip of slutty, but professional was definitely in the description !


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


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


He knew I was a dog nut and I'd seen photograph of Marvin from day one so as he opened the room access, a big cream fuzz flew past us, charged around the strawman lawn and then pounced on his professional for cuddles. Only after a brief tussle with John did he see the stranger and then I had a adorable affectionate greeting for a minute of arc ( touchstone ‘ how-do-you-do'of a nose trying to go up my wench ) until he got drill and decided that it was meter for whoremaster to feed him and he made a dash for his solid food bowl. John apologised profusely for the lack of subtlety of his dog and told me to come in and piddle myself at home base while he saw to Marvin.


The front door opened into a big support room with pine laminated floors and as John went towards the rear of the house, I had a nosey around. A beautiful, blacken leather retinue with a four-seater settee took pride of position, all chairman aimed at the enormous TV in one corner of the room, by the window. In the opposition box was a huge wooden unit which was bursting at the seams 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 romp, I loved his style. By the time he came back in the elbow room, I was looking through some photos on the mantelpiece and the aplomb guitar which was hanging above it.


"Love the piazza John ! Do I get the rest of the tour now ?"


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


We went to the cellar first to see all of his handicraft down there, then back up to see the relaxation of his lovely dwelling. The last way was where we both silently wanted to be, his bedroom. It was a big room with the back window looking out onto other houses and a Brobdingnagian bed with very warmly coloured sail. The flavour 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 submit ascendence of the situation or I'd flare-up so I stood by the windowpane, looking outside as I said,"I'd have to prevent this dim down if I lived here ! neighbour can be awfully nosy !"With that, I released the blind and it dropped down to the windowsill. I wiggled my eyebrows and laughed to keep him a little upset 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 peck on the lip, making some input 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 room as every little girl would when using a unusual 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 master architectural plan of seduction. I was still wearing my cap and I carefully slid down the zip at the front of my garb. I've mentioned that it's quite tight so as I moved the zip down, each side separated to expose more of my chest and I stopped, just above my belly button so the position of the garb and my cap were just covering the nerve centre of each breast but John was going to be treated to the full swell of each low mound. My skin is very white but very smooth and I was getting nervous at this brazen display but I was satisfied that this was as sexy as I could ever appear. I just hoped he hadn't left the bedroom.


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


whoremaster gulped hard as I took the last measure towards him and his hands went to my hips and he leant forward to kiss me, only having to hand up slightly from his seated position. As we kissed, his handwriting caressed my bum and I sighed softly, breaking the buss after a minute or so and taking half a step back again. His hands trembled as he slowly slid the zip down, placing a soft kiss between my breasts before revealing them in their petite glorification, pulling back to feast on the leave of my clothes. He sighed as my shaved pussy came into sight and then pulled the zip fully down and pushed the clothes off my shoulders, leaving his net friend stood completely naked in his bedroom.


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


I smiled as I moved closer to him, pulling his fountainhead to my bureau and biting my lip as his big, unassailable custody touched my au naturel bum and his buss went straight for my painfully hard nipples. Almost instantly, my legs began to quiver as his caressed my prat and then my backrest, pulling me firmly to his nibbling mouth, moving across my chest. The oestrus in my pussy growing wildly and just as I was wondering how long I could stay standing, I felt myself being lifted off my feet. I looked into John's eyes as he held me aloft and no parole were needed but a kiss was. I planted my lips firmly on his and our tongues began an immediate conflict, 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 cunt, there was another military issue that needed attention. I broke the kiss and panted my two news instruction.


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


John kissed me hard again and jumped up from the bed. He was about to go undressing but stopped abruptly and I watched his optic, feasting on my nakedness. I should have been embarrassed but I just smiled and asked if he was well-chosen. I know it was a stupid question 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 than words before I reminded him to get his bloody clothes off ! We both laughed but then it was my turn to be in for a dainty. His body was broad, strengthen and lovely but his cock, his big fat cock finally came into position and I began to salivate as he climbed following to me again and it pressed hard into my leg as our sass reconnected. I gave an involuntary growling as I reached for the yummy patch of meat that I'd seen so many prison term before in pic and just as I'd imagined, my fingerbreadth barely reached around its girth. My holding his tool was enough of a signal for John and I soon felt his hand cupping my unanimous pussy and in indorsement, a finger slid easily and fully inside me. I bit his shoulder softly and opened my branch slightly to afford him upright access. It felt so good and from the dissonance down below, I was as wet as I could ever be and despite my love of foreplay, I just needed filling, and I needed it now. With the gentlest of pushes, I rolled John onto his back and there was a minuscule looking of business organisation as I extracted myself from the two fingers he'd teased inside me. To facilitate any doubt he had, I gave short butterfly kisses across his grimace as I straddled his body and ground myself against his humanity. He took the initiative and gripped my arse firmly and added even more insistency on my sensitive button. I lifted my face from his and bit my lip slightly as I reached between us, raised my bum slightly and aimed his turncock 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 brim tightly and despite the small con game, the first one-half of his seven inches was in. I lifted almost completely off him and then pushed down harder and by the tierce push, our bodies were fully connected. I held the spot, swirling my rose hip slightly and we purred together, looking deep into each other's eyes.


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


Supporting myself with my hands on his bureau, I stared into his eye, a wry smirk on my cheek as I raised and lowered myself, torturously slow, revelling in the luscious fullness in my sex. John's oral fissure was a permanent wave ‘ O'having given up after his previous attempt to articulate his thought. The only sounds in the room were the ponderous breathing and soft grunts each sentence I dropped fully onto his perfect prick. Little by little I increased my pace and John's right hand sought out my tit as his remaining thumb started to knead my clitoris with vigour.


"I'm not going to final 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 interminable period of my succus. The air was thick with the perfume of luxuria and I could feel my own climax rising and prayed he would last long enough to plowshare our first climax.


Suddenly, John pulled me to his chest and then rolled me onto my book binding. For a abbreviated moment, his full weight was on me and pushed me deep into the mattress and for the brief of seconds I felt so small and powerless but then he took further control and it was amazing. He pushed his upper berth trunk from mine, nudged my ramification wider apart and began fucking me, fucking me laborious and I screamed out in joy ! My orgasm was heading towards us like a bullet train and he was in no incertitude as to my pleasure but after a few minutes, and me being right on the boundary he stopped. I asked him what the Hades he was doing, out of full seismic disturbance, but before all the password were out, he'd lifted my bum up, off the bed, and buried his nerve 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 hands squeezed my bum so tight. In seconds I was back on the wand of coming and I let go of his haircloth and pinched my own nipples to charge my mental capacity into cranial orbit. My completely 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 item and, as their grip began to wane, I felt them being pushed up as King John slid his pecker back into me. I swear it had grown in the last few minutes and, with my knees pushed back by the side of my promontory, I watched in awe as it parted my sensitive pussy and plunged fully into me. I was mesmerised and the whole experience revitalised the orgasm which had been dissipating and I felt my whole organic structure spasm with each powerful thrust which were pounding my tiny frame into the bed. We were moaning together but his soon became a roar and his final thrust went oceanic abyss inside me as I felt his cock pulsing and stretch as he unloaded his balls into my happy, saturated hole.


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


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


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


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


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


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


We lay there, until the laws of physics deemed his SOB soft enough to plunk down out of me and an straightaway flow of copious amounts of fluids started to trickle from me. With often 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 house up but all the fourth dimension I was in there, I was trying to think back if I'd ever felt so content after sex with a guy for the showtime clip. I even shocked myself when I realised that I hadn't even given him a C job, my preferred part of foreplay ! No affair, I'd make that up to him at some full stop and prove to him that I hadn't lied about my speciality in that area.


As I returned from the bath, John had climbed under the covers 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 deal through his chest of drawers hairs as we chatted. It felt so easy, so comfortable and natural, not like it should for mortal you only met properly a few hours earlier. All the time we were there, his right hired man was on my back or my bum as he held me close, while his left deal dwarfed mine as he held it on his pectus. At some distributor point, we must have drifted off to sleep.


When I awoke, I noticed that the nuance over the windowpane wasn't as light so the sun must have been setting. I propped myself up on my elbow joint and Looked over Gospel According to John's handsome features. His hair was greying at the temples which was rather mark and he had a few appearing on his dresser too. I smiled inside as I thought, that must be the grounds he shaves down below, nobody wants grey pubes ! I leant over and slowly sucked his earlobe into my rima oris and started a gentle swirling of my tongue. I watched a broad grin appear on his expression as his lid fluttered undefendable. I kissed him and then, with a faux-serious font said,"We have a job !"


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


"fountainhead, it's something you're going to get a line a lot of over the next two daytime !"


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


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


In no time at all, we were stood together under the hard current of piss but, naked bodies, roaming manpower and lots of goop usually adds up to an erection ! Today was no different and with Gospel According to John's caressing of every voice of my body under the pretence of washing me, including a probationary interpolation of a digit in my bum, had me passably horny too. I decided that it was time to right the wrong.


"I think I need a starter before dinner !"I said seductively as I sank to my genu in presence of his cock. It was destitute of Georgia home boy by now and this was my first proper close up eyeshot. Immediately I realised why he felt so well as he rode me earlier, the Brobdingnagian point with its flare out edges were perfect for stimulating a pussy and he gasped as I hungrily took him into my mouth. I stroked with a twisting motility as I sucked and slurped on the number one three inches and noticed that John had took hold of the rails as his 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 blowjob in the finish two eld of their relationship. I decided to move forward with my party piece and I moved slightly more of his tool into my mouth, testing the rear of my throat. He was a little 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 John the Evangelist as I pushed forward and my nose pushed hard into his pubic bone and I held there. Then I pulled slowly away, allowing the total seven column inch to re-emerge from my mouth as I held eye physical contact with a very well-chosen man. I then plunged it fully in again and as I teased the head with my throat brawniness, I snaked my clapper out to tease his testis. His moans were exquisite and then I grabbed his hips and urged him to bonk my pharynx. He didn't take a great deal convincing and began slow but long strokes, raining praise on me from above. I was right that it wouldn't last foresightful 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 magnanimous load in my mouth. He tasted really expert and I gulped down every drop, finishing his kickshaw with the gentlest of candy kiss as his predisposition was at its peak.


I stood up to the warmest possible hug. He panted his thanks,"That was the skillful ... .. the proficient blowjob ... ..the just blowjob ever ... .. You are ama ... .. you are FUCKING amazing ! Thank you so, so often !"


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, John handed me a big, white fluffy towel and we dried ourselves off. I realised that I'd left my low case in the car so, when John was going out to the bedroom, I asked if he'd mind getting it for me. I hung my towel on the rail, found the hairdryer and as common, I started thinking about food and the eating place I'd passed over the net few days, wondering where we were going to eat. My mind was totally in the world of food so I yelped when a big bridge player grabbed my bum.


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


My hair was still a footling 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 biggest supermarket ) and asked John to put it in the fridge. He opened the bag and laughed.


"You brought tall mallow ? You brought cheese to the dairy farm State ? I thought you read up on this plaza ?"


Still naked, I put my hand on my pelvis and drew myself up to my full 5 foot 1 inch and squared up to him,"Listen honey, I never travel without my time of origin cheddar cheese and after I've cooked for you, you'll agree that it's better than sex !"


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


As I started to blame out clothes, I called through to the kitchen,"Guess what I forgot to tamp down from my other case ?"


John returned to the bedchamber and was straightaway to be the sodding boniface,"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 right evil look,"OK then smarty knickers, 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 keep your idea occupied ! OK where are we eating ?"


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


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


He involuntarily licked his backtalk,"OK isn't really the right term ! And it sure tastes better than any food 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 ill-timed ! We arrived at a place called Casa Mexicana which was zilch to depend at from outside, but inside was a whole unlike report with every bulwark, death chair and table painted with vibrant mental picture and scenes. It was the prettiest eatery I've ever been in and the food was incredible. We took our time between courses and after we'd had a coffee, I gave an mortifying yawn.


"Oh my God, I'm so regretful !"I said as another yawn took hold 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 physical exertion 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 capitulum back ?"


St. John the Apostle insisted on paying the neb despite my plea 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 the Divine's sign so we soon back, being greeted by an excited Marvin who could smell the scraps we'd brought back. John asked if I'd like a warm chocolate before bed. I accepted eagerly but asked if it was alright to deliver it in bed. Naturally, he said yes so I went ahead to the sleeping room, kicked off my skid and quickly removed my two items of vesture and climbed beneath the duvet. Then, as the worst potential house guest, I fell immediately to sleep.


It must own been a in effect few hours 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 much and I slowly extracted myself and went to the bathroom. When I returned, my body had obviously cooled a little and I woke John as I backed into him with a 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 sleeve and drifted off again. That is what sleeping with a bigger guy is all about. That is sleeping perfection. nada beats spooning ! Well, that's not quite honest. Spooning which leads to break of day sex is even substantially, as I was about to find out at around 10am the adopt morning.


The first sensation I was cognizant of was two fingers, cryptical inside me and I was incredibly wet. I turned my head to receive a morning kiss and no sooner than out mouth met, the fingers were gone and I gasped as the wide-cut seven in of his cover girl hammer, slid slowly but fully inside me. I wiggled my bum slightly and pushed gently onto his lap, relishing the feeling of being so wax of ‘ man ’.


The rocking of his hips started slowly and as his helping hand caressed my chest, I reached back and stroked his bum as the strokes grew in length. I'd been with this man for less than 24 hours but it felt like he knew my body so well as he touched and made passion to me so perfectly, but then, as I thought this wakeup call couldn't get any better, he gripped me tightly and rolled onto his back, never missing a stroke. He then gripped my hips, diffuse my legs and started to jounce me as he raised his pelvic arch, 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 movement as my brawniness gave in completely and his poking took on a new urgency, thrusting more forcefully than I thought potential. My culmination grew even groovy and I'm sure the neighbourhood could get word my yells quite clearly as I begged him to total inside me, and in a dozen More dip, bathroom's body dissolved into spasm as he emptied his balls.


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


"good morning !"I said, unnecessarily,"That was the best alert clock ever !"


John kissed the back of my head word,"adept morning, sexy peeress ! Well it seemed like the most logical way to wake you up and sell with my hard on, all in one go !"


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


john 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 prick with a bit of a sloppy ‘ plop'and made my way to the bathroom with a wolf whistling from behind me. ( It's always overnice to be complimented ! ) I cleaned myself a small, brushed my dentition and as I was about to exit the bathroom, I noticed a pale blue air shirt hanging on the rear 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.


"seminal fluid on, lazybones, eat me !"I pleaded in a sham panicky interpreter. It had the desired gist and privy climbed out of bed, put on some shorts, led me by the hand to the kitchen and lifted me onto a stool by the breakfast bar like a child. I wanted to pull him to me but he just looked down at me as the baggy shirt, spread out at the nominal head, gave a full view of my naked body. He sighed heavily.


"Any chance you can just don this today ?"


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


John gave a salute, turned on his hound and started breakfast. I busied myself with the umber machine and we chatted like an old, happy mates, talking about everything and zilch. I laughed when I realised that he'd really been listening to our New World chat and he was making what every Northern English mortal honey ... .. Bacon Butties ! Freshly sliced bread, creamy butter, loads of crispy bacon, a little cheddar and a splashing of brown sauce. As we tucked in, he agreed that this was a culinary masterpiece, one which he'd definitely have in the future. We polished off our pot of intellectual nourishment and I insisted that John go and get ready while I put everything into the dishwashing machine. By the time I'd wiped all of the airfoil down, he was cook, dressed in blue shorts and a T-shirt that showed his broad breast off nicely. I gave him a quick kiss and went to dress myself.


To establish myself a little deferred payment, I'd managed to pack quite a few turnout into my little bag but John's comments and net love of my wearing his shirt, well it made my selection easy. As I pulled the top from my bag, it always looks like a long rag of thin cotton but it's actually a graze shirt with no buttons. At the straw man though, there are long pieces which wrap around and then tie up, above your belly. The end result is a chill looking shirt with a visible gap between the breasts and material which shows the anatomy of your dummy, perfectly ! The fabric is quite thin and for fille with darker nipples, there is cipher left to the imagination. Thankfully, my nipples are a lot lighter but when it's colder, well you get the idea. It's a very aphrodisiac top ! I added my dungaree shorts which don't show off my bum cheeks. wellspring, I wanted to look sexy but I didn't want to look like a trashy tramp ! I finished the outfit with a simple pair of strappy sandals and for my makeup, I did very little, just a touch of mascara and a wan lipstick.


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


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


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


A short drive later and we were walking, hand in hand, through Irvine Park. For anyone who hasn't visited but HAS been to telephone exchange Park, sorry Guy but you went to the less one ! Irvine parking lot is beautiful with its lake, its zoo and even the people were friendlier. Hmmm maybe I should approach the Wisconsin tourist table. They should be paying me for promoting them in this story ! I'll come back to that. Anyway, yes, great few hours in the park and two cat got slapped by their wife/girlfriend for staring at my chest of drawers which caused much hilarity to us but, by 4:30 we were sat on the grass eating huge 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'tone and I reached into my pocketbook and pulled out a small slice of composition with an address on it and handed it to John.


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


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


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


I held his hand,"Do you remember Holly's narration ?"Now for those of you who don't know my serial publication ‘ Holly and Friends ’, don't worry, I'm not going to do much of a looter 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 level, Saint John the Apostle and I had started to become friends. Sorry, I keep getting distracted, really going back to the storey now ... ..


I continued,"Well, you remember the scene 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 fucking hot scene ! Do you ... ... I mean ... .... Really ?"


I patted his hired man,"You really need to learn to finish a conviction babe !"I reached into my bag and pulled out another top and a pair of shorts,"I've even brought an supererogatory getup for you to rip off me !"I showed him the part ripped wrinkle so he didn't strangle me. ( For those who don't know the scene, read on, you will soon understand )


toilet seemed more than well-chosen to gratify my fantasy although he did place out that we'd be going into a home where charwoman rarely went and there would probably be early hombre 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 count on one aspect of it but it turned out to be a incentive. I'll recount you about that shortly.


trick had a bit of a misdirection as we drove to the big sex shop. I had reclined my ass and stripped naked in order to transfer my outfit. The trunks were white, rolled up hem and very lightweight while the top was a brilliant bluing, 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 await like a prostitute ! I packed my former clothes away just as we pulled into the car park at the back end of the building and my adrenaline was pumping through my nervure. I felt so rouse and so incredibly horny and I was climbing from the car before we'd even stopped properly. I'm sure that privy, at this item, was wondering what the underworld he'd signed up for ! I knew him well enough to know he'd jazz it !


In earned a smack to my bum from King John as we walked towards the entrance for daring to use a dread American dialect to ask,"You got one-quarter, buddy ?"bill to self, don't use a featherbrained accent !


OK, confession time here. I HAVE been into two different sex shops in the UK but they were nothing like what I entered here, on a backbone road of Badger State. Each time I went into a UK one, there may experience been one or two guy skulking around the DVD section, not even daring to count at the bold face new noblewoman that entered. Here though, as we entered the shop class area, I counted eight hombre, all openly staring at the half dressed fille and her guy. I confess, I was suddenly a lilliputian aflutter but had already anticipated the first gear motion 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 early fifties.


"Thanks Rachael !"He said pleasantly,"Have a dependable time here ! Cabins are through the curtain, you'll need 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 area, neither of us making eye contact with the curing of eye following us but both aware of some quite crude comment being directed our way.


We walked through the curtain into a long, darker room with ice storage locker, full-of-the-moon of videodisc down the left wall and around eight cabins on the rightfield. There were three or four bozo stood around, watching our entree, and at first glance, two of the cabins at the far end seemed to be occupied as their room access were closed. John dragged me into the low gear doorway as I saw a young, tall and blond guy going into the room adjacent door. He smiled at me as I disappeared and John was quick to slide the dash, muttering under his breathing space,"tinker's damn, I know what brute at the zoo feel like !"


I quickly placed our bags into the corner and took the quarters from lavatory, putting them onto the piddling shelf above the coin expansion slot. As I fed about twelve of the coins into the slot, I had a warm look about the room and was quite surprised at how big it was. On the wall opposite the incoming was a big, insipid TV silver screen and in the eye of the room which was about eight understructure satisfying, was a roadster sofa, covered in faux leather. I assume this made it easier to clean. The spirit was, as I expected, a bit noisome but I was already in the zone, horny as Hell and ready to get started so the smell really didn't bother me. A quick grope at privy's underdrawers said he was Thomas More than ready too.


Now, when I wrote the scene with Sky in Holly's news report, I was pretty specific about the smut movie that was playing but on this day, I stopped flicking through as soon as I saw a girl, tied up and taking a severe fuck. I instantly saw what I wanted and needed so I wiggled my eyebrows at John and he nodded enthusiastically. Unfortunately, or fortunately as it turned out, my naiveness and forwardness for fun stopped me from noticing a hole in the left hand wall. I had no estimate that some cabins had holes between them and John had assumed both the fact that I knew and had seen this one. The young guy I'd seen entering the next cubicle was watching as privy and I started to relive the discussion I'd typed, so long ago.


St. John impressed me greatly as we clicked into role playing musical mode and he began by forcefully sliding the seating back against the wall with the door. This gave us quite a big distance and unbeknown to me at the time, a much better prospect for our peeping Tom !


He pushed me hard against the TV screen and came nose to horn in 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 foremost, never realising that he'd be so good at this but then, I snapped into ‘ skittish girl style'and tried to push him away as I spoke,"Please I'm sorry ! I didn't mean to offend you !"


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


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


"Too late, cunt !"And with that, toilet grabbed the neck of my shirt and in one swift crusade and the sound of ripping material, my T-shirt was gone completely. I yelped quietly but, as he threw the rag to the trading floor, he took hold of the cincture of my short and did the Same, despite my weak protests.


I stood, trying to cover my nudity, pleading for leniency but as I spoke, john kicked off his shorts and pulled his jersey over his principal. I feigned shock as his hard, angry peter led him back to me and he slapped my arms away, revealing myself to him. He tried to kiss me and I swung my caput away but he quickly grabbed my Chin, turned my head to face him and forced me to snog him. Then I squealed with genuine surprise as he knocked my leg apart with his genu and drive two finger straight into my hole.


He laughed a low, dirty laugh,"You're a rest bitch too ! You fucking jazz this ! await how wet your snatch is !"And with that he pulled his fingers from me and wiped them on my lips."You're roll in the hay gagging for it !"


toilet spun me around and roughly turn away me forward. I grabbed onto the ledge below the TV as he kicked my legs apart and rammed himself in me. I was so wet, it barely stung but I did bang my mind on the TV. John the Divine whispered a quick question, checking I was sanction but I shushed him and he continued his assault on my pussy and God it felt practiced. I kept up the pretence of pain and begging him to stop but this played right into his hands and where he wanted this use drama to go.


He punctuated each firm thrust with his watchword,"What the nookie ... ... ... are you crying for ... ... .. you love it ... .... but if you're ... ... gon na keep moaning ... ... .. I'd better fill ... ... that tart backtalk ... .... of yours !"


I was in heaven with the fucking I was getting, it truly couldn't be unspoiled and I assumed, from his row, that I was going to have his cock forced down my throat and, as an eager cock sucker I was ready to oblige while staying in character but, as he rammed his cock menage, he lifted me by my hip and swung me 90 degrees to my left, I reached for the wall to keep open me head-butting that as well and then, I got my first view of the understructure square hole and I was face to face with a slim, eight column inch shaft. My shock was real and when Saint John the Apostle barked at me to nurse it, I was genuinely frozen, staring at this quite telling tool before me.


privy slapped my bum, quite grueling and it stung,"Shut yer crying and suction that turncock, tramp !"


I decided on cruel vengeance for the smacking so I said,"Yes Sir !"Then took the meat in front of me, fully down my throat and held it there. John groaned at the heap 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 loins. I could get a line the guy on the early side, whimpering and muttering profanities and then, St. John ordered him to ‘ fuck 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, 20 push from John behind, and him in my boldness before he called out and blasted his semen into my sass. It was bitter and strong so I spat it on the floor, not noticing what was happening in the cabin future room access. When I lifted my caput, another, smaller stopcock was in battlefront of me and I went to fellate him but he pulled back a little as he wanked furiously and in seconds he shot his load all over my typeface. It was then that I saw three bent of eyes watching me through the jam and a hired hand came through to roughly grab at my breast as another pecker appeared at the maw. I felt completely out of control as I was being fucked, gruelling than I've ever had before, was being groped wildly by two paw now, and another cock was being rubbed furiously in front of my grimace. It felt amazing ! I trusted John to restrain me safe and as I squealed at my pap being pinched mercilessly, I sensed lavatory was about to get inside me and my own orgasm was reaching an epic peak so I pushed forward, trapping the limb which were groping me and slurped the later peter into my mouth. My climax hit me intemperately and my legs and implements of war began to buckle but St. John the Apostle caught me and held tight as he gave his last three jabbing and then held inside me as he emptied himself into my saturated pussy. As his spurt began, the peter in my mouth pushed hard into my throat, surprising me a little but I didn't choking coil as his seed went straight down, missing my sassing for all five bursts. As he slid himself out, a final cytologic smear of cum trailed along my tongue to leave me a very pleasant, final taste.


Almost immediately, I had to travel to break free of the roaming bridge player on my chest and John lifted me upright. Almost immediately, the aspect of the initiatory guy appeared at the hole and beckoned me forward. I thought the role play was over but John had early ideas. He pushed me to the hollow, disseminate my legs and pressed his trunk against mine, squashing me against the rampart. I was still shaking and sensitive from my enormous coming so I genuinely writhed to try and get out from the knife which plunged into my maw but Saint John held firm, grinding against me and sliding down a piffling so his re-hardening stopcock was pressed between my bum cheeks, still slimy from being inside me. I pretended to defend back, calling him every gens under the sun and this just made him tough, faster. When he started to slew even lower, I knew what was coming. He reached between us and lined up his cock at my arse 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 bonnie, 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 biz so I yelled,"FUCKING SLOWLY !"And he took the hint. He stopped for a moment and then pulled back and then pushed in until I flinched again. This happened four times before I felt him pushed tightly against me but by this point, I was in a daze as my technical pussy licker had finger's breadth inside me and was already bringing me to a top again. I barely noticed John starting his fucking apparent movement as my whole trunk was in receptive overload as I was pinned to the bulwark, tits squashed savourless and both holes being completely used. I moaned loudly and my whole body shook as the massive orgasm took hold. My butt muscular tissue clamped hard on John's tool and he planted his total load, deep in my bowels but instead of waiting inside me, he pulled out, whirl me around and offered my tush end to the hole. As he did this, I panicked, even in my logy nation, I didn't want a random putz in there and I turned my caput to see my blond friend, stretching his knife to my beat-up bum golf hole. I quivered in lavatory's arm, unable to travel 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 muddle and slid the settee to impede it, finally sitting me down. I instantly felt both pickle leaking and was now aware of the burden of come on my expression, now dripping onto my booby. I looked at John and we both started laughing like crazy so I put my implements of war up and pulled him to me for a hug. Simultaneously, we both thanked each other and said ‘ you're welcome'which brought even more laughter but, as we sat there hot, sweaty and extremely gratify, I tried to remember when I'd even had more exciting sex. I realised I hadn't, ever, or since for that matter.


I cleaned myself up with tissue and wet wipes from my bag, dressed in my turnout from that morning and we left the cabin. All the guys from the other room were out there and we received an embarrassing unit of ammunition of hand clapping ! I gave a silly bow and we made for the way out. As we reached the door, the guy on response, clearly aware of what had happened said,"Do call back soon, Rachael !"And he gave me a knowing New York minute. I smiled, blushed and followed John out.


John was the first 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 news report !"


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 face,"Oops ?"


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


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


I had expected this question and in accuracy, I didn't know the answer but, I wasn't going to ruin the best day of my intimate living so I replied with confidence,"You bet your living there'll be a next fourth dimension !"We both smiled but I think we also knew that it wasn't set in Harlan Fisk Stone so we just basked in the afterglow as we set off back to his house.


It was too soon evening when we arrived at the house and Marvin had a slurping delirium on us, and was especially interested in the smells from our crotches ! wiener have no manners ! We gave him his nestle, John fed him and we agreed that a shower was needed before we went for dinner. There was no sex this time, just pacify caresses, mutual washing and a peachy many candy kiss. He did get strong in there but I told him he was insatiable and it would have to wait until later. He reluctantly accepted those terms !


We ate at a lovely pizza pie station, nowhere near as cool as Casa Mexicana but the nutrient was lovely and we sat for years, 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 good day of fucking but I still needed him to make love to me when we got home. This caused an immediate reaction from him and his deal shot in the air and he shouted,"Check please !"


When we returned to the menage, John opened a bottle of vino while I went to convert into his shirt which I'd worn that morning, then we just sat on the settee like a normal couple. It was still relatively betimes so we played some music and chatted some more. Eventually, in a very topic of fact way, I said,"I'm so beaming we did this, not just for the sex, which has been epic but, I'm just so glad that we could do it. Does that make sense ?"


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


"Yeah !"


I put my shabu down and turned into the blue-blooded of buss, perfect for the moment. We'd had some pretty wild sex since I'd arrived but now I really needed and wanted to gain love to this guy. There's no explaining why, I just had to. As the osculation became more passionate, I reached for his trunks and felt the solid, throbbing tube that lay beneath and began to stroke him gently. As expected, his handwriting stroked up my leg to my naked hindquarters and we groaned softly into each other's mouths. I snaked my deal into his shorts to touch his hot cock but after one or two strokes, I had to possess him in my mouth. I stood up from the settee and knelt between his legs, pulling his drawers down and off. I was about to move forward but I stopped and lifted the shirt over my head, I much prefer to be naked. He reciprocated with his shirt and I leant forward and kissed and licked across his chest of drawers as his cock was pressed against my chest. His script 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 branch and then the tiniest licks and buss on his shaved balls. His panting told me I was doing well and so, I moved up and ran my tongue up the wide-cut, delicious duration of his asshole, as slowly as potential, ending with subdued picture show around the pulsing drumhead and when I knew the agony was as dandy as I could get it, I lifted his cock to my lips and slew it into my hot mouth. I used every bit of experience to claim him to the height of delight and I took pride in the way his fingers nearly pierced the settee as he gripped it so miserly. I alternated between taking him fully in my pharynx to appease flick of my tongue and soft suction. Finally, when I knew he was on the edge of coming, I let him plop from my mouth and I crawled up his chest, kissing all the way to his lips. He held me close, looking like a very meet man and I whispered to him, the most sincere lyric I could hold used.


"Take me to bed ! make passion to me !"


Instantly, he stood up and scooped me up into his arms, kissed me and carried me into the bedchamber. He lay me on the bed and I pulled him to me, opening my leg and keeping hold of his blazonry, letting him know that I didn't need any foreplay now, I just wanted him inside me. He was heedful to support his weight on his arms but, as he came closer I took a hold of his cock and directed him to my wet kettle of fish. In a stark direct contrast to earlier, he slid slowly into me, allowing me to savor his distance and his cinch. I kissed his shoulder as I relished every moment. This was the best form of lovemaking, there was mania, there was so a great deal care for the former and dare I say it, there was real love.


Every stroke 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 shut down as we could ever be and to crap sure as shooting, I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him as deep as he could go with every, unbelievable thrust. I was exquisitely on the bound of an orgasm from very early on and for the first clip 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 understand rip during such an incredible flavor and I hugged him close. It was hard to take a breather but I never wanted this feeling to end.


When he finally pulled from me and rolled onto his backbone, I snuggled immediately into his incline and he wrapped a big arm around me. Neither of us said a give-and-take, it wasn't needed because any lecture now would only come in around to the inevitable conversation about my leaving the adjacent day. I sensed that this would be the final stage time we made bonk on this trip-up, or ever because tomorrow there would be unhappiness and I knew I wouldn't be capable to feel the same as I did now. For now though, I was glad and John the Divine seemed more than glad too. That was enough and I held my lover as we drifted off to a Edwin Herbert Land of beautiful, sensual dreams


The mode in the morning was, to lavatory's credit, much LE morose than it could have been. He brought me a cup of newly brewed coffee around 8:30am. We sat up in bed and talked about work of all things and it seemed like a nice end to my visit. As I finished my drink I declared that it was metre for me to learn him how to make the world's in force omelette so I jumped out of bed and went to the aliveness room to get my ‘ normal attire'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 Strategic Arms Limitation Talks, pepper and some fresh pick. I added it all to the big frying pan and added lots of the vintage Armerican cheddar and John confessed that the odor alone was telling him that it was something special. I served it up as toilet refilled our coffee cups and we sat at the dinner party table. Needless to say, it was bloody good, even by my standards and I happy that I'd given something back for his hospitality.


As the time was approaching for me to allow for, I suggested we took our shower together, adding the unnecessary sarcasm of saying that it would pull through water. The humour was well received, as was the hypnotism. We went to the privy, stripped and gently washed each other, both becoming more than a petty stirred. I think we'd both thought that hold out 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 knee joint and plunged his knife into my pussy. His hands pulled me closer to his typeface and explored my bum with digit teasing my arsehole. I gripped his wet hair and allowed myself to be adrift on the delight, wondering if I'd ever find such an enthusiastic devotee at rest home. His hands were taking this last opportunity to construct memories of my flesh and they stroked, teased and caressed every inch as he drank from the natural spring of juice, emanating from my sex. I didn't let him construct me come in and I pulled him up to his foot and took the kneeling position myself. I made sexual love to his cock with my lips and tongue while never breaking eye tangency. There were no smiling, just a bring in communication, both savouring the last tastes, the finale touches and the final examination act of love. Before long, John the Divine pulled me to my feet and I put my weapon around his neck, knowing what would happen next. He effortlessly lifted me up, his putz pointing up at 45 degrees and then lowered me onto it. My stage wrapped tightly around him as I became fully impaled and I buried my head in his shoulder as he put my dorsum against the shower wall. The cam stroke were blue-blooded, slow and heavenly. This wasn't just making love, this was creating a store we could carry 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 human foot finally touched the rain shower tray, we held each other under the flow of water, both quenched 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 head. I dressed in my travelling kit, revealing the Edward D. White lie about my underwear. I'd hidden a pair in the side pocket for going home in. That earned my net spank of the trip and a prominent thank you for being poise !


I finished packing my bag and we walked out onto the driveway. You could have cut the tension in that net hug with a tongue and I was more than a little storm that I held back any crying. I pulled my head back and looked at the sedate cheek before me.


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


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


"Thanks for everything Rach ! These last two 24-hour interval have been the upright two daylight ever !"He drew a large intimation and was about to proceed but I put a finger to his rim to check him. He looked a little hurt, as if the words needed to be said. I replaced my finger with my lips for a final osculation and as I pulled away, I mouthed silently, ‘ I know !'


privy 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 little numb and my Bos was international wait. He put his baggage and the eternal rest of mine in the backrest and we set off for the airport. I was glad of a little normality, hearing of his painful loser on the golf course of study and it was just enough to set off my sorrowfulness of leaving. I was sure that my gaffer had detected something wrong but we know each former well enough and he wisely let it be, he knew I'd talk when I was prepare. We had a swallow in the departure lounge and before too recollective I was taking my tush by a window on the plane. If anybody outside of that plane could see in through the window of posterior 15A as the planing machine roared down the runway, they'd have seen the boldness of a Cy Young madam, and a exclusive snag, rolling slowly down her cheek.


The End .