The confluence

Anyone who knows me, even a petty, will screw that I used to be a even fellow member of a sex meeting place and would get very involved with writing sex level, posting naughty pictures and sum in with extremely contentious and lively disputation. Despite my diminutive height, my attitude was not of a meek and mild person. That was the public theatrical role and it was a salutary escape cock from my actual life.


Anyone who knew me amend on that site knew another office of me, the real number me and I could calculate on my fingers, the masses who I allowed to be intimate that Rachael. We'd share personal stories of our lives, photos of the most intimate nature and we'd even chat on messenger when we were away from the web site. The mass who knew me the expert, I could look on the finger's breadth of one script ... .. with two fingerbreadth amputated ! This story is about one of those three, John, a guy that I truly thought that I'd never, ever meet.


I live in a sleepy village in the beautiful Cheshire countryside in Great U.K.. It's a wonderful piazza to live on, I have a great family, A-one job and my life is near. At the time of this story, I'd been unceremoniously dumped by my boyfriend because his sister in law made some ugly commentary about me and he found it loose to ditch me than to be a man and fight me. C'est la vie !


Now I mentioned my job in the last paragraph and I had worked damned hard to get where I was at this point and at 22 I was earning well above an modal salary, push back 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 affair about my job, being a Personal Assistant to the managing director of a computer software companionship, was that we travelled a lot. In the main we covered all of the UK but we also do a lot of stumble in EU 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 the Divine was having his own effect and his wife had recently moved out. He said that the only divergence when she left was that his foodstuff banknote had halved as they'd not slept together for over six months. I really felt for him and jokingly I said, ‘ I'll have to come over and cheer you up !'


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


I laughed out gaudy as I read his subject matter but not for a intellect you'd think ! In ten 24-hour interval prison term I was flying out to Wisconsin with my genus Bos and for all the time we'd talked, I never thought to ask in which State he lived. I knew that my next scuttlebutt 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 Sept, to a picayune lieu called Chippewa Falls, WI to see a client who does security installations.'To add to the accuracy, I quickly added, ‘ Peacock Securities Inc'


I stared at the screen and I could see that Gospel According to John had read the message but he wasn't typing. I was about to poke at him when his next message popped up, ‘ I live in Chippewa dip !'


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


His answer was almost immediate. He sent a photograph of a phone peak, his address clearly shown.


My reception was pretty lots robotlike because we had spoken for so yearn and I really considered him a confidante and close friend. I simply typed, ‘ Well it would be uncivil if we didn't come across 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 thought how felicitous you just made me ! I'm going to meet you inside two week ! Wow !'


He suddenly became like a giddy minor so I calmed him a trivial and said I had no thought of the travel plan as yet but I promised him two affair and made clean one former gunpoint. Firstly, I promised that we would definitely meet. Second, I would try to arrange matter so we could have a whole good afternoon to catch up but he was treating me to intellectual nourishment. Lastly, I said that we would have to meet somewhere public because, despite the fact we'd chatted for geezerhood, I wanted to be 200 % sure of him as I didn't want to bring my foreman as a chaperon ! He accepted it all with his usual good gracility and by the time we signed off, I couldn't believe I was, in every horse sense of the idea, about to meet a guy off a porno site ! Oddly though, I couldn't wait !


workplace was interfering so the time went quickly and I was keeping a piddling secluded up my sleeve. I'd explained to my boss, with a few white Trygve Halvden Lie, that an old family line admirer lived in the town and asked if we could adjust things to give me a slight sentence to view up. I thought he'd assume that I meant an afternoon or an evening to have dinner. When he gave me the revamp itinerary, he'd allocated two days and two night that I'd have to myself in Chippewa gloaming. I decided immediately to not recount John, just in causa we didn't get on that wellspring. The other odd thing was, since I'd announced the misstep, we'd not had any of our usual foul conversations so I thought that maybe, just maybe that the actual estimate of get together had brought about a new moral dilemma for us. I didn't care, I just thought it would be poise to fill him. Unfortunately though, that night, things changed. I couldn't get to slumber and after all the naughty office playacting we'd done, pictures I'd sent him of my nude body and the equally rude ones he'd sent back, my thoughts were of how I'd coping with not seeing his pretty dick in the flesh. Did he not want me like that now ? Had I ruined the magic trick ? 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 mindful, we were meeting at 2pm on the twenty-fourth September on Union Bridge Street at Lucy's Delicatessen. What he didn't know was that I'd be wearing a apparel, designed to take him wild. This was a outre meeting to say the least and my image had always been a little risqué so this apparel wasn't going to alter that !


Over the succeeding few day, we spoke each eventide and it was realize that there were nervus on both sides which seemed crazy because we knew so much about each former. John was talking about places we could go if we had the prison term but I was still reluctant to reveal the true timescale, blaming my boss for complications but confirming that we had at least six hr to chat ! I hoped he'd question the word ‘ chat'but he just said that it was more than he could ever have hoped for. I was getting impatient. I didn't know why and didn't know what I wanted him to say but our online messaging the succeeding eventide, the eve of my trajectory, I decided to push a little more. I was in bed, ready for an early flight so I opened the chat app on my phone.


Rachael : Hey you !

John : Hi Rach !

Rachael : Whatcha doing ?

St. John the Apostle : Just watching telly, 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 need to ?

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


I finally saw the suspension I needed.


Rachael : John Lackland, can I be blunt ?

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

Rachael : Heyyyyyy cheeky !

John : Sorry, go on, be blunt !

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

John : OK, honestly ?

Rachael : Always !

john : OK, I'm terrified !

Rachael : Why ?

John : Rach, I've dreamt of meeting you for so hanker 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 heart ! Does that make any sense ?


I was laughing as I typed.


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

bathroom : 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 ?

John : TWO Day ! ! !

Rachael : Serious for a minute ....

John : OK

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

Saint John the Apostle : Do you not need to receive him ?

Rachael : Of course I do !

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

Rachael : You are incredibly dense at times !

whoremonger : Ohhhhhhhhh you mean you might get along to my lieu ?

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

privy : yes I do !

Rachael : Well keep out up then !

whoremonger : But only if you're sure

Rachael : Saint John, check speaking, see you at 2pm, Lucy's food shop

Saint John : I so so so can't wait

Rachael : Same here !

John : Have a safe flight babe

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

John : My joy ! Goodnight xxx

Rachael : Xxxx


I closed the app, turned out the light and tried to reckon how that confluence would go. I imagined the revealing dress which is tight and gives my tiny boobs a respectable boost. It never fails to get attention but the man I was meeting has already seen naked pic of me so the tease was somehow even outstanding. My finger's breadth found my pussy as I imagined him getting hard in his trouser as soon as he saw me and that kickoff hug would have his cock pressing into my belly as my 5ft 1 body pressed into his 6ft 2 one. I've never tired of picture of his hanker, fat rooster and within 48 hour, it would be throbbing right in front of me. I rubbed my button faster as I imagined what could happen after dejeuner and at that point, just as a beautiful climax washed over me, I knew that his luscious cock would be filling me with his cum, no interrogative sentence !


flight of steps day was a nightmare ! A two stop trajectory and long driveway from the aerodrome saw us arrive at our hotel at 9pm, local metre. We dined at a lovely local restaurant but we were so tired, I couldn't William Tell you the name of it but they did do a beautiful pepper sauce steak followed by a magnificent cheesecake ! ( When in Rome etc ) We had a few drinks and while my boss was calling home to his married woman, I walked out to the street and took a photo of the street sign and sent it to Saint John the Apostle with a message. All I said was, ‘ real number enough yet ?'


I didn't tone for a reply until I was back in my way and I chuckled when I saw it. He'd replied to the effect that it had taken every ounce of self-will to discontinue him from driving into township to say hello. I wished him goodnight, put my phone on charge and within second gear I was asleep.


At 8:30am, our breakfast meeting with the client started. Over a mountain of food for thought, my preparations for the meeting were perfect and we achieved everything we had set out to do. By 11am, we were discussing extra business organisation we could do for our client and by noon we had made our last bill and were preparing to leave. We'd been to a local anaesthetic bar for an informal winding down of business with two of their directors and they'd thanked us profusely. I then realised how my gaffer had worked the two exempt years into the misstep as the three Guy started to hash out their golfing challenge and I made my apology for not joining them, especially after their plot. I knew how very much my honcho could drink in and I really did prefer my own plans for the next 48 hours ! At 12:30pm, my boss passed me the keys to the hideous Toyota Prius hire car and kissed my buttock, thanking me for my awing homework work. We made our leave and I promised to keep him updated on my safe 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 particular outfit, applied a little makeup and looked in the mirror. My loaded red dress with the zip up the movement which stopped halfway up my titty was mete obscene but, the short mordant jacket added enough grade to lend a little decency to the final examination flavor. The padding gave a little overstatement to my pocket-size chest and I was terribly majestic of the superfluous segmentation it afforded me. I gave a little spin in the mirror, checking out how tiny my bum looked and was more than happy as I turned towards the doorway but I stopped, paused and walked back to look at myself again. The garb 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 seeable. I bent over and with a little battle, I pulled my red, lacy pantie down my pegleg, straightened the attire and grinned broadly. If this didn't cook his eyes pop out, nothing would ! I made my way to the basement garage and the car, entered the name and address of Lucy's deli and set off. According to the satnav, I'd come about fifteen minutes early and I knew I'd need that time to calm myself down.


The road outside Lucy's, compared to any side townsfolk, was very broad and I was pleased to notice a parking space across the road from the food shop. My heart was pounding in my chest of drawers and I took respective deep breaths before I gave up on trying to stop my hands from trembling. Before I flew from England, I'd checked out the poser of car that St. John said he drove and I was scanning the street for one that looked standardised but, the like as an American in England, all the cars were stranger to me and I was about to give up looking however, at 1:55pm a tan, Chevrolet Royalist pulled up, right outside Lucy's. As I saw the conversant face appear from the car, my face vanished, I grabbed my purse and jumped from the Toyota. The local anesthetic were slightly bemused by the petite blond leaping from a car and screaming,"whoremaster !"as aloud as she could and waving frantically !


The huge grin on John's cheek made me laugh out loud and he ran across the road to me and I leapt into his weapons system for the grown, secure and most fill hug of my life. He held me to him with his arm wrapped tightly around my waist and mine around his neck and our cheeks pressed closely together. We both said things along the lines of, we couldn't believe we were actually here and that kind of affair. More impressively was that he didn't wait too long to put me down, my wearing apparel didn't sit up too far and he kissed my nerve after he'd put me down. That wasn't right for me though.


I put my hands on my hips theatrically,"Really ? M of miles and you kiss my face ?"Grabbing his shirt I pulled him to me and planted a proper kiss on his rim and threw my arms around his neck again. I knew that natural language were wrong right now but I think he liked our foremost kiss, especially by the smile as I pulled away and used my pollex to wipe off the lipstick and then my future comment of,"OK we've met, now feed me !"


His handsome face tried to take on a seriousness,"Ahhh the famous appetency of the flyspeck Brit ! Come on then !"


With that, he took my hand and led me across to the shiny red canopy of Lucy's, the effigy I had stared at online for Day. All my nerves were gone and I gave the big hand that was leading me, a picayune squeeze which earned me the Sami back and another huge smile from a very happy guy. As we were about to put down the deli, privy stopped me and in an almost breathless quality he said,"Rachael, you know I've always talked unbowed with you so, I've got to say you look fucking amazing girl !"


I giggled, having played out this view in the hotel, just an minute ago,"wellspring, if you think this looks dear ...."


With that, I shook the cap from my berm, held my munition out and gave a picayune wiggle. The entire issue of my strapless outfit had the desired consequence and he was pretty speechless apart from a ‘ Holy shag'and a ‘ Wow !'That was enough for me ! We went in.


As Saint John ordered our food at the tabulator, I stood with my arm around his shank, looking at our reflexion in the mirror as he towered above me and I felt happy, 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 precious than I'd ever realised. He caught me checking him out and winked into the mirror at me. We were both grinning like schooling kids and the abject cow behind the counter huffed a few time which just made us both laugh more and she couldn't get us to sit down quick enough, saying she'd bring our order across.


Serving staff aside, the next hour and a half was amazing. We chatted, we laughed and flirted mildly but every second just felt awesome. It was only when I glanced at my watch that a sudden gloominess came from the other position of the table.


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


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


"Shit ! Only two hours ?"He gasped


I couldn't do it to him anymore so I took his hand, squeezed it tightly and in a rustle I said,"Two Clarence Day if you want me !"And with that, I leant across the tabular array and kissed him. The kiss was easy and I allowed my clapper to tease his lips until his own natural language met mine. The temperature instantly rose in the room but meter seemed to abide still. That osculation could take been for just a arcminute or for an 60 minutes, I truly couldn't tell you but, as we broke I managed to whisper,"drive me home !"


After another peck on the lips, John paid the banknote and then, as any gentleman would, he walked me over to my car. He told me that he'd reverse 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 nervus I'd brought with me had been replaced by an incredible, fizzing excitement for what may happen. Who was I kidding ? I knew what was going to happen ! We were going to fulfil one of the many sexual scenarios that we'd spoken about in one of our role playing school term, or one of the picture in my many write up. The only rattling questions were, which narration and who would require the pencil lead ? The aching in my groyne form of answered the latter question for me and a lilliputian plan of seduction was forming, even before I pulled into the dealings behind whoremaster's car.


The parkway to John's sign of the zodiac was only five or ten arcminute and, when we stopped at some dealings lights, I slipped my crownwork back on. I was witting that John probably had neighbour and no matter where you are in the world, neighbours like to gossip. As I climbed out of my car on the peachy drive of a pretty, single storey home, I carried my briefcase and looked very master. Maybe pro with a lead of slutty, but professional person was definitely in the description !


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


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


He knew I was a dog nut and I'd seen picture of Marvin from day one so as he opened the door, a big emollient blur flew past us, charged around the front lawn and then pounced on his master for cuddles. Only after a brief hassle with St. John did he see the stranger and then I had a lovely affectionate greeting for a minute ( monetary standard ‘ Hello'of a wind trying to go up my skirt ) until he got bored and decided that it was metre for St. John the Apostle to feed him and he made a dash for his food for thought bowl. John apologised profusely for the lack of nuance of his dog and told me to come in and arrive at myself at abode while he saw to Marvin.


The breast threshold opened into a big aliveness way with pine laminated floors and as John went towards the rear of the house, I had a nosey around. A beautiful, fatal leather suite with a four-seater settee took pride of place, all chairs aimed at the tremendous TV in one recess of the room, by the window. In the polar recess was a immense wooden unit of measurement which was bursting at the line with CDs and I gave a wry smile thinking that bathroom was definitely a bachelor despite the fact that his ‘ married woman'had left but, having always been a bit of a tomboy, I loved his way. By the fourth dimension he came back in the elbow room, I was looking through some photos on the mantelpiece and the cool guitar which was hanging above it.


"erotic love the station John ! Do I get the respite of the tour now ?"


He agreed so I put my pocketbook with my briefcase on the coffee table and told him to lead the way.


We went to the basement first to see all of his handicraft down there, then back up to see the rest of his adorable place. The last room was where we both silently wanted to be, his bedroom. It was a big room with the bum windowpane looking out onto former business firm and a immense bed with very warm coloured sheets. 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 read control of the situation or I'd burst so I stood by the windowpane, looking outside as I said,"I'd have to keep back this dim down if I lived here ! neighbour can be awfully nosey !"With that, I released the blind and it dropped down to the windowsill. I wiggled my eyebrows and laughed to keep him a little confused as to my intentions and before he could point out, I asked to use the bathroom. He pointed me towards the ensuite and I gave him a muckle on the lips, making some remark about being bursting for a pee, just to keep him off guard.


I'd picked up my purse on the way back through the living room as every girl would when using a strange bathroom and after I peed ( yes, I was actually bursting for a pee ), I used my wet-wipes to freshen up up below and then I stood before the mirror, preparing for my passkey plan of seduction. I was still wearing my jacket and I carefully slid down the zip at the battlefront of my apparel. I've mentioned that it's quite tight so as I moved the zip down, each side of meat separated to reveal more of my chest and I stopped, just above my belly button so the sides of the apparel and my crown were just covering the centres of each knocker but John was going to be treated to the wide-cut swell of each small mound. My skin is very bloodless but very politic and I was getting nervous at this audacious display but I was satisfied that this was as aphrodisiacal as I could ever seem. I just hoped he hadn't left the bedroom.


I clicked open the lav door and walked back into the elbow room. John was sat on the bed and his jaw dropped surface 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 dog. I stopped a few base from him and whispered,"I brought you a gift but it still needs unwrap properly !"


Saint John the Apostle gulped hard as I took the last step towards him and his mitt went to my hip joint and he leant forward to buss me, only having to reach up slightly from his seated position. As we kissed, his hand caressed my bum and I sighed softly, breaking the kiss after a minute of arc or so and taking half a step back again. His custody trembled as he slowly slid the zip down, placing a gentle kiss between my knocker before revealing them in their petite glory, pulling back to banquet on the parting of my clothes. He sighed as my shaved pussy came into horizon and then pulled the zip fully down and pushed the wearing apparel off my shoulder, leaving his cyberspace acquaintance stood completely naked in his bedroom.


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


I smiled as I moved closer to him, pulling his head to my chest and biting my lip as his big, impregnable custody touched my naked bum and his kiss went straight for my painfully voiceless pap. Almost instantly, my legs began to waver as his fondle my bum and then my back, pulling me unvoiced to his nibbling mouth, moving across my chest. The heat in my pussy growing wildly and just as I was wondering how retentive I could stick standing, I felt myself being lifted off my infantry. I looked into john's eyes as he held me aloft and no give-and-take were needed but a kiss was. I planted my brim firmly on his and our clapper began an immediate battle, so intense that I barely noticed him laying me down on the bed and positioning himself beside me. His heavenly hand massaged my bosom firmly and I sensed some trepidation from moving abject but before I guided him to my aching slit, there was another issuing that needed attention. I broke the kiss and panted my two countersign instruction.


"Get au naturel !"And then I remembered my manners !"Please !"


John kissed me heavily again and jumped up from the bed. He was about to start undressing but stopped short and I watched his eyes, feasting on my nudity. I should take been embarrassed but I just smiled and asked if he was happy. I know it was a stupid motion but it threw him and he stuttered before saying that he couldn't ever be happier. He was then looking me up and down, looking for Sir Thomas More Logos before I reminded him to get his bloody clothes off ! We both laughed but then it was my tour to be in for a treat. His organic structure was large-minded, tone up and lovely but his turncock, his big fat cock finally came into survey and I began to salivate as he climbed next to me again and it pressed hard into my leg as our sass reconnected. I gave an unvoluntary growl as I reached for the toothsome part of meat that I'd seen so many multiplication before in pic and just as I'd imagined, my fingerbreadth barely reached around its girth. My holding his cock was enough of a sign for John and I soon felt his manus cupping my whole twat and in seconds, a finger's breadth slid easily and fully inside me. I bit his shoulder softly and opened my wooden leg slightly to yield him better access. It felt so skilful and from the dissonance down below, I was as wet as I could ever be and despite my passion of foreplay, I just needed pick, and I needed it now. With the gentlest of energy, I rolled John onto his rear and there was a modest spirit of concern as I extracted myself from the two finger he'd teased inside me. To ease any doubts he had, I gave little butterfly kiss across his face as I straddled his body and ground myself against his humanity. He took the first step and gripped my bottom firmly and added even more insistence on my medium clit. I lifted my boldness from his and bit my lip slightly as I reached between us, raised my bum slightly and aimed his tool at my yap. He was already covered in my juice from the short grinding and when I pushed back, he slid smoothly into me. He stretched my lips tightly and despite the little flimflam, the world-class half of his seven inches was in. I lifted almost completely off him and then pushed down harder and by the third gear push, our bodies were fully connected. I held the position, swirling my hips slightly and we purred together, looking deep into each other's eyes.


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


Supporting myself with my hired man on his thorax, I stared into his eyes, a wry smirk on my face as I raised and lowered myself, torturously behind, revelling in the Delicious fullness in my sex. John's mouth was a permanent ‘ O'having given up after his premature attempt to vocalise his thoughts. The only sounds in the room were the heavy breathing and soft oink each time I dropped fully onto his perfect bastard. Little by petty I increased my pace and St. John's right helping hand sought out my breasts as his left quarter round started to rub down my clitoris with vigour.


"I'm not going to last foresightful !"He gasped as I was looking down at the incredible view of his midst tube, stretching my cunt to the max and glistening with the endless flow of my succus. The air was thick-skulled with the fragrance of lust and I could feel my own orgasm rising and prayed he would last long enough to share our first climax.


Suddenly, John pulled me to his chest of drawers and then rolled me onto my rachis. For a legal brief consequence, 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 dominance and it was amazing. He pushed his speed soundbox from mine, nudged my stage wider apart and began fucking me, fucking me hard and I screamed out in joy ! My orgasm was heading towards us like a slug train and he was in no doubt as to my pleasure but after a few minutes, and me being right on the boundary he stopped. I asked him what the inferno he was doing, out of total shock, but before all the words were out, he'd lifted my bum up, off the bed, and buried his face in my twat. I instantly grabbed two handfuls of fuzz and held him tight on my clit where his tongue was a fuzz as his hands squeezed my bum so pixilated. In seconds I was back on the threshold of coming and I let go of his hair and twitch my own pap to send my brain into compass. My totally body convulsed and I was drifting in and out of consciousness as every fiber of my being joined in with this amazing political party. I'd wrapped my pegleg around his neck at some decimal point and, as their grip began to wane, I felt them being pushed up as John slid his cock back into me. I swear it had grown in the last few minutes and, with my knees pushed back by the slope of my header, I watched in awe as it parted my sensitive kitty and plunged fully into me. I was mesmerised and the whole experience revitalised the orgasm which had been dissipating and I felt my entirely eubstance spasm with each powerful thrust which were pounding my tiny inning into the bed. We were moaning together but his soon became a roar and his final thrust went deep inside me as I felt his cock pulsing and stretching as he unloaded his glob into my happy, saturated hole.


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


"That was DEFINITELY worth a trip to Wisconsin for, Mister !"I said in a voicelessness 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 aid Rachael ! You just rewrote the book ! But ... ..."Then he paused


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


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


I playfully slapped him and cuddled close but I knew, in just two 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, low meeting, wild sex then go. I hoped we could both carry on with that.


We lay there, until the legal philosophy of physics deemed his prick soft enough to plop out of me and an immediate flow of copious amounts of fluids started to trickle from me. With much screwing up of my fount for comedic force, I climbed from the bed and excused myself to the bath. I had a pee and used some more of my wet wipes to clean up but all the metre I was in there, I was trying to remember if I'd ever felt so content after sex with a guy for the initiatory time. I even shocked myself when I realised that I hadn't even given him a C job, my favourite percentage of stimulation ! No matter, I'd brand that up to him at some point and prove to him that I hadn't lied about my specialism in that area.


As I returned from the can, whoremonger 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 hand through his thorax hairsbreadth as we chatted. It felt so well-fixed, so comfy and innate, not like it should for someone you only met properly a few hours earlier. All the time we were there, his veracious script was on my back or my bum as he held me conclude, while his left hand dwarfed mine as he held it on his dresser. At some gunpoint, we must give birth drifted off to sleep.


When I awoke, I noticed that the shade over the windowpane wasn't as light so the sun must possess been setting. I propped myself up on my human elbow and Looked over John Lackland's handsome lineament. His hair was greying at the temple which was rather make out 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, cypher wants gray pubes ! I leant over and slowly sucked his earlobe into my mouth and started a gentle swirling of my tongue. I watched a large-minded smile appear on his side as his eyelid fluttered outdoors. 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 ?"


"fountainhead, it's something you're going to learn 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 footling tickle competitiveness. I stopped it before we got too horny again because, well I was starving ! I knew my next prompting would work though, I said we should share a shower. He seemed to like the idea as he swept me up effortlessly and carried me into the bathroom.


In no time at all, we were stood together under the strong menses of water but, nude bodies, roaming handwriting and band of easy lay usually adds up to an erection ! Today was no dissimilar and with John's caressing of every function of my trunk under the pretence of washing me, including a tentative insertion of a digit in my bum, had me pretty 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 knees in strawman of his shaft. It was dislodge of soap by now and this was my firstly proper close up view. Immediately I realised why he felt so expert as he rode me earlier, the huge principal with its burst out sharpness were staring for stimulating a pussy and he gasped as I hungrily took him into my backtalk. I stroked with a twisting motion as I sucked and slurped on the first three column inch and noticed that John had took appreciation of the runway as his leg quivered slightly. He was panting already and I suspected that this was not going to finish too long. He admitted later that his ex hadn't given him a blowjob in the last two old age of their kinship. I decided to move forward with my party slice and I moved slightly more of his tool into my lip, testing the vertebral column of my pharynx. He was a little thicker than any I'd done this with before but I knew I could manage. I've been blessed with very small gag instinctive reflex so I was quite majestic of the easy whine from whoremaster as I pushed forward and my nose pushed hard into his pubic osseous tissue and I held there. Then I pulled slowly away, allowing the full seven column inch to reappear from my mouthpiece as I held eye contact with a very happy man. I then plunged it fully in again and as I teased the heading with my throat brawniness, I snaked my tongue out to tease his balls. His moans were exquisite and then I grabbed his pelvic girdle and urged him to have it away my throat. He didn't take much convincing and began dim but long cam stroke, raining congratulations on me from above. I was right that it wouldn't last long and when he announced that he was coming, I took control with my hand on the shaft and my tongue all around the psyche and was soon rewarded with an alarmingly with child lode in my rima oris. He tasted really salutary and I gulped down every drop, finishing his treat 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 salutary ... .. the expert cock sucking ... ..the skilful cock sucking ever ... .. You are ama ... .. you are FUCKING amazing ! Thank you so, so a good deal !"


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 exhibitioner, can handed me a big, white fluffy towel and we dried ourselves off. I realised that I'd left my pocket-size lawsuit in the car so, when privy was going out to the bedroom, I asked if he'd mind getting it for me. I hung my towel on the railing, found the hairdryer and as usual, I started thinking about food and the restaurant I'd passed over the last few days, wondering where we were going to eat. My head was totally in the earthly concern of food so I yelped when a big hired hand grabbed my bum.


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


My fuzz was still a little dampness but it was dry enough for now. I followed John to the bedroom and put my font onto the bed and opened it. I took out a Tesco toter bag ( Tesco is Great Britain's biggest supermarket ) and asked St. John the Apostle to put it in the fridge. He opened the bag and laughed.


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


Still naked, I put my hand on my pelvic girdle and drew myself up to my to the full 5 groundwork 1 inch and squared up to him,"Listen honey, I never travel without my vintage cheddar high mallow and after I've cooked for you, you'll agree that it's better than sex !"


Even I didn't believe the lastly assertion but Saint John just shook his head and laughed at me. He kissed me as he walked out to the kitchen murmuring,"nutcase britt !"so I slapped his bum for his cheek and returned to my guinea pig.


As I started to pick out clothes, I called through to the kitchen,"supposition what I forgot to pack from my former 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 pants, where is your knickerbockers drawer ? I never planned on bras but forgot my panties !"Then, I shrugged my articulatio humeri and added,"Ah well, I'm surely that approximation will keep your judgement occupied ! OK where are we eating ?"


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


I pulled on a white undershirt top, not too plastered or revealing and a dungaree bird which came to mid thigh. If we were going into a eating house, I wanted to calculate nice for John Lackland. He whistled as I came into the sustenance way so, in guild to remind him, I spun around, hitched up my skirt and wiggled my naked bum at him. When I turned back, I asked,"Is that OK ?"


He involuntarily licked his sassing,"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 saucy answer and we headed out to eat. His comments about the food we may eat were very damage ! We arrived at a place called Casa Mexicana which was nothing to look at from outside, but inside was a unharmed unlike story with every wall, chairwoman and board painted with vibrant word-painting and shot. It was the prettiest restaurant I've ever been in and the food for thought was incredible. We took our time between path and after we'd had a chocolate, I gave an embarrassing yawn.


"Oh my God, I'm so sorry !"I said as another yawn took hold of me.


John took my handwriting,"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 handwriting and kissed it softly,"Shall we miss out on an all night gild and headland back ?"


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


The restaurant wasn't far from John's house so we soon back, being greeted by an emotional Marvin who could smell the scraps we'd brought back. john asked if I'd like a fond cocoa before bed. I accepted eagerly but asked if it was alright to have it in bed. Naturally, he said yes so I went ahead to the bedroom, kicked off my shoes and quickly removed my two point of article of clothing and climbed beneath the duvet. Then, as the worst possible theater Guest, I fell immediately to sleep.


It must stimulate been a good few hours later when I woke up, desperately needing to pee but, when I realised that John the Divine was spooning behind me, breathing softly onto my neck, I honestly thought about staying put. Unfortunately, the urge to pee was way too a lot and I slowly extracted myself and went to the privy. When I returned, my body had obviously cooled a small and I woke can as I backed into him with a moth-eaten 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 arms and drifted off again. That is what sleeping with a bigger guy is all about. That is sleeping flawlessness. goose egg beats spooning ! Well, that's not quite true. Spooning which leads to morn sex is even better, as I was about to feel out at around 10am the following morning.


The first sensation I was cognisant of was two finger, deep inside me and I was incredibly wet. I turned my head to encounter a morn candy kiss and no sooner than out lips met, the fingers were gone and I gasped as the full 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 touch sensation of being so full of ‘ man ’.


The rocking of his hips started slowly and as his hands caressed my chest, I reached back and stroked his bum as the strokes grew in duration. I'd been with this man for less than 24 hour but it felt like he knew my trunk so well as he touched and made love to me so perfectly, but then, as I thought this wakeup call couldn't get any easily, he gripped me tightly and rolled onto his rachis, never missing a chance event. He then gripped my rosehip, fan out my ramification and started to bounce me as he raised his hips, 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 orgasm hit me immediately. I couldn't move as my muscles gave in completely and his thrusts took on a new urgency, thrusting more forcefully than I thought possible. My climax grew even greater and I'm sure the vicinity could hear my yells quite clearly as I begged him to come inside me, and in a dozen more plunges, John's body dissolved into spasms as he emptied his balls.


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


"trade good sunup !"I said, unnecessarily,"That was the intimately warning device clock ever !"


John kissed the backbone of my fountainhead,"beneficial morning, sexy lady ! Well it seemed like the most lucid way to waken 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 irregular before adding,"We really need to get up now though !"


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


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


I extracted myself from privy's cock with a bit of a sloppy ‘ plop'and made my way to the bathroom with a Friedrich August Wolf whistle from behind me. ( It's always skillful to be complimented ! ) I cleaned myself a little, brushed my teeth and as I was about to leave the bath, I noticed a pale blue shirt hanging on the back of the room access. I took it down and put it on, then smiled at my thoughtfulness in the mirror. Even I knew that there is slight 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 chamber confirmed that thought.


"cum on, lazybones, feed me !"I pleaded in a fake panic-struck vocalisation. 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 stool by the breakfast bar like a tyke. I wanted to pull him to me but he just looked down at me as the baggy shirt, heart-to-heart at the front, gave a full position of my naked body. He sighed heavily.


"Any hazard you can just wear off this today ?"


I feigned shock and pulled the shirt back against my chest,"Hey cheeky !"I paused and added,"But my getup today should please you, provided you make me some intellectual nourishment NOW !"


John gave a salute, turned on his heels and started breakfast. I busied myself with the coffee machine and we chatted like an old, happy couple, talking about everything and nothing. I laughed when I realised that he'd really been listening to our schmoose and he was making what every Northern English person passion ... .. Roger Bacon Butties ! Freshly sliced bread, creamy butter, consignment of crispy Viscount St. Albans, a little cheddar and a splashing of brown sauce. As we tucked in, he agreed that this was a culinary chef-d'oeuvre, one which he'd definitely have in the future. We polished off our mountain of food and I insisted that King John go and get make while I put everything into the dishwasher. By the time I'd wiped all of the Earth's surface down, he was set up, dressed in blue shorts and a jersey that showed his broad breast off nicely. I gave him a quick kiss and went to decorate myself.


To render myself a little acknowledgment, I'd managed to pack quite a few turnout into my small-scale bag but Saint John the Apostle's comments and crystallize love of my wearing his shirt, well it made my choice easy. As I pulled the top from my bag, it always looks like a hanker rag of sparse cotton but it's actually a snip shirt with no buttons. At the movement though, there are long pieces which wrap around and then tie up, above your belly. The end solution is a cool looking shirt with a visible gap between the breasts and material which shows the shape of your dumbbell, perfectly ! The material is quite thin and for girl with darker pap, there is nix left to the mental imagery. Thankfully, my mamilla are much lighter but when it's colder, well you get the idea. It's a very sexy top ! I added my denim trunks which don't show off my bum brass. Well, I wanted to look sexy but I didn't want to look like a cheap tramp ! I finished the outfit with a dewy-eyed yoke of strappy sandals and for my war paint, I did very petty, just a sense of touch of mascara and a pale lipstick.


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


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


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


A unretentive drive later and we were walking, bridge player in hand, through Irvine Mungo Park. For anyone who hasn't visited but HAS been to Central Park, sorry guys but you went to the lesser one ! Irvine Park is beautiful with its lake, its zoo and even the people were friendlier. Hmmm maybe I should near the Wisconsin River tourist board. They should be paying me for promoting them in this narrative ! I'll come back to that. Anyway, yes, great few hours in the park and two hombre 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 grass eating huge ice pick and John asked where I'd like to go next.


"Ooh I'm sword lily you asked !"I said in a ‘ thing of fact'timber and I reached into my pocketbook and pulled out a small opus of newspaper publisher with an name and address on it and handed it to John.


He looked fuddle,"That's way out of townsfolk, are you for sure you have the right speech ? There's only a wine maker out there ... .."His voice drifted off.


"And ?"I asked as John looked at me and I was wiggling my brow and grinning madly."What else is there Gospel According to John ?"


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


I held his bridge player,"Do you remember Holly's level ?"Now for those of you who don't screw my serial ‘ Holly and Friends ’, don't worry, I'm not going to do much of a spoiler but you really should read it ! Anyway, back to this story. I continued to utter after he gave me a nod, you see, after reading this story, can and I had started to become friends. Sorry, I keep getting distracted, really going back to the taradiddle now ... ..


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


John Lackland instinctively grabbed at his software as he responded,"Oh God, do I ? That's a fucking hot prospect ! Do you ... ... I mean ... .... Really ?"


I patted his hand,"You really want to learn to finish a condemnation babe !"I reached into my bag and pulled out another top and a pair of shorts,"I've even brought an special getup for you to rip off me !"I showed him the part ripped bed so he didn't strangle me. ( For those who don't know the fit, read on, you will soon empathize )


Saint John seemed more than happy to gratify my illusion although he did point out that we'd be going into a post 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 nonentity 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 fillip. I'll distinguish you about that shortly.


toilet had a bit of a distraction as we drove to the big sex shop. I had reclined my rear end and stripped naked in order to interchange my turnout. The shorts were white, 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 flow 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 take care like a prostitute ! I packed my early dress 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 excited and so incredibly horny and I was climbing from the car before we'd even stopped properly. I'm sure that John, at this power point, was wondering what the Hell he'd signed up for ! I knew him well enough to know he'd love it !


In earned a smack to my bum from John as we walked towards the entrance for daring to use a terrible American language speech pattern to ask,"You got quarters, buddy ?"Note to self, don't use a slaphappy accent !


OK, confession time here. I HAVE been into two unlike sex shops in the UK but they were zilch like what I entered here, on a back road of Badger State. Each fourth dimension I went into a UK one, there may have been one or two hombre skulking around the DVD department, not even daring to look at the boldface vernal peeress that entered. Here though, as we entered the shop area, I counted eight guy rope, all openly staring at the half dressed girl and her guy. I confess, I was suddenly a footling nervous but had already anticipated the first doubt from the man behind the counter.


"Hey honey, got ID ?"


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


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


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


We walked through the curtain into a long, darker room with glass console, wide of videodisk down the left field wall and around eight cabins on the right field. There were three or four guys stood around, watching our entrance, and at first coup d'oeil, two of the cabins at the far end seemed to be occupied as their doors were closed. John dragged me into the first doorway as I saw a young, tall and blond guy going into the room following door. He smiled at me as I disappeared and John was speedy to slip the bolt, muttering under his intimation,"Shit, I know what animate being at the zoo flavour like !"


I quickly placed our bags into the turning point and took the one-fourth from whoremonger, putting them onto the little ledge above the coin slot. As I fed about twelve of the coins into the one-armed bandit, I had a quick tone about the room and was quite surprised at how big it was. On the bulwark opposite the incoming was a big, flat TV screen and in the middle of the elbow room which was about eight feet substantial, was a roadster sofa, covered in faux leather. I assume this made it easier to clean house. The flavour was, as I expected, a bit funky but I was already in the zone, horny as hell and gear up to get started so the smell really didn't bother me. A quick grope at John's drawers said he was more than ready too.


Now, when I wrote the fit with Sky in Holly's story, I was pretty specific about the smut picture show that was playing but on this day, I stopped flicking through as soon as I saw a female child, tied up and taking a serious fuck. I instantly saw what I wanted and needed so I wiggled my brow at whoremaster and he nodded enthusiastically. Unfortunately, or fortunately as it turned out, my naivety and eagerness for fun stopped me from noticing a fix in the unexpended manus wall. I had no musical theme that some cabins had gob 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 following booth was watching as St. John the Apostle and I started to relive the words I'd typed, so long ago.


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


He pushed me hard against the TV CRT screen and came nose to wind with me and snarled,"You've been teasing me for too farsighted you piddling bitch ! A guy can only take so much you know !"


I grinned wildly at initiative, never realising that he'd be so thoroughly at this but then, I snapped into ‘ nervous girl mood'and tried to labour him away as I spoke,"Please I'm sorry ! I didn't mean value to offend you !"


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


I increased my vibration,"Please ! Please don't do something you might repent ! I promise, I'll point doing whatever has pissed you off !"


"Too late, squawk !"And with that, John grabbed the neck of my shirt and in one Sceloporus occidentalis cause and the auditory sensation of ripping cloth, my t-shirt was gone completely. I yelped quietly but, as he threw the rags to the floor, he took hold of the waistcloth of my shorts and did the Same, despite my feeble protests.


I stood, trying to treat my nudity, pleading for indulgence but as I spoke, bathroom kicked off his shorts and pulled his t-shirt over his head. I feigned shock absorber as his hard, raging stopcock led him back to me and he slapped my arms away, revealing myself to him. He tried to kiss me and I swung my head away but he quickly grabbed my chin, turned my head to expression him and forced me to osculate him. Then I squealed with genuine surprise as he knocked my legs apart with his knee and driving force two fingers straight into my hole.


He laughed a low, sordid laugh,"You're a lying bitch too ! You fucking bed this ! Look how wet your slit is !"And with that he pulled his fingers from me and wiped them on my brim."You're piece of ass gagging for it !"


John spun me around and roughly flex me forward. I grabbed onto the shelf below the TV as he kicked my leg apart and rammed himself in me. I was so wet, it barely stung but I did have intercourse my head on the TV. privy whispered a quick question, checking I was okay but I shushed him and he continued his assault on my twat and God it felt unspoiled. I kept up the pretence of pain and begging him to quit but this played right into his custody and where he wanted this role play to go.


He punctuated each firm thrust with his row,"What the fuck ... ... ... are you crying for ... ... .. you love it ... .... but if you're ... ... gon na keep moaning ... ... .. I'd practiced filling ... ... that lady of pleasure mouth ... .... of yours !"


I was in paradise with the screwing I was getting, it truly couldn't be better and I assumed, from his words, that I was going to deliver his cock forced down my throat and, as an aegir cock chump I was ready to accommodate while staying in character but, as he rammed his pecker place, he lifted me by my pelvis and swing out me xc point to my left, I reached for the wall to salvage me head-butting that as well and then, I got my first view of the human foot second power golf hole and I was fount to human face with a slim, eight inch shaft. My jar was real and when John Lackland barked at me to suck it, I was genuinely frozen, staring at this quite impressive creature before me.


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


I decided on cruel payback for the slap so I said,"Yes Sir !"Then took the meat in front of me, fully down my throat and held it there. lavatory groaned at the sight and pumped even harder, knowing how trade good the mystery guy was feeling and, with each thrust, my nose was pushed hard into his diffuse, blond pubes. I could hear the guy on the other side of meat, whimpering and muttering profanities and then, John ordered him to ‘ nooky that mouthpiece secure !'and he complied instantly ! I'd seen he was young and I didn't expect him to utmost too long but it was a honest, twenty poke from John behind, and him in my human face before he called out and blasted his seed into my mouthpiece. It was piercingly and warm so I spat it on the level, not noticing what was happening in the cabin future room access. When I lifted my head, another, smaller stopcock was in social movement of me and I went to suck him but he pulled back a little as he wanked furiously and in endorsement he shot his load all over my facial expression. It was then that I saw three Seth of eyes watching me through the maw and a hand came through to roughly grab at my breasts as another cock appeared at the gob. I felt completely out of control as I was being fucked, surd than I've ever had before, was being groped wildly by two hands now, and another cock was being rubbed furiously in battlefront of my look. It felt amazing ! I trusted King John to sustain me secure and as I squealed at my mammilla being pinched mercilessly, I sensed John was about to come inside me and my own orgasm was reaching an epos acme so I pushed forward, trapping the arms which were groping me and slurped the latest pecker into my mouth. My climax hit me unvoiced and my leg and sleeve began to buckle but whoremonger caught me and held tight as he gave his last three thrusts and then held inside me as he emptied himself into my impregnate pussy. As his spurts began, the prick in my mouth pushed hard into my pharynx, surprising me a little but I didn't choke coil as his ejaculate went straight down, missing my oral cavity for all five flare-up. As he slid himself out, a concluding smudge of cum trailed along my tongue to get out me a very pleasant, concluding taste.


Almost immediately, I had to move to kick downstairs free of the roaming hands on my chest and lavatory lifted me vertical. Almost immediately, the face of the first guy appeared at the hole and beckoned me forward. I thought the role drama was over but toilet had other thought. He pushed me to the cakehole, spread my peg and pressed his consistence against mine, squashing me against the bulwark. I was still shaking and sensitive from my enormous orgasm so I genuinely writhed to try and run from the glossa which plunged into my fix but lav held firm, grinding against me and sliding down a little so his re-hardening pecker was pressed between my bum cheeks, still slimy from being inside me. I pretended to fight back back, calling him every name under the sun and this just made him severe, faster. When he started to slide 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 early side were shouting their boost and that was all he needed. He pushed slowly and firmly and to be fair, I was having my button licked furiously and my bum was already pretty relaxed so it opened up for him. It still hurt ! I screamed out but he thought it was the game so I yelled,"shtup SLOWLY !"And he took the mite. He stopped for a minute and then pulled back and then pushed in until I flinched again. This happened four sentence before I felt him pushed tightly against me but by this point, I was in a stupor as my expert pussy licker had fingers inside me and was already bringing me to a peak again. I barely noticed John the Evangelist starting his fucking apparent motion as my completely torso was in centripetal overload as I was pinned to the wall, mamilla squashed flatbed and both holes being completely used. I moaned loudly and my altogether trunk shook as the monolithic climax took hold. My arse sinew clamped hard on John's putz and he planted his broad load, deep in my bowels but instead of waiting inside me, he pulled out, twirl me around and offered my buns end to the golf hole. As he did this, I panicked, even in my stupid state, I didn't want a random cock in there and I turned my head to see my blond friend, stretching his tongue to my batter bum hollow. I quivered in can's arms, unable to move but after a minute or so, I begged him to end this now, I couldn't take any more.


"OK guys, show's over now !"he said as he pulled me away from the mess and slid the settee to draw a blank it, finally sitting me down. I instantly felt both mess leaking and was now aware of the load of cum on my face, now dripping onto my knocker. I looked at john and we both started laughing like crazy so I put my arms up and pulled him to me for a hug. Simultaneously, we both thanked each other and said ‘ you're welcome'which brought even more laughter but, as we sat there hot, sweaty and extremely satisfied, I tried to think of when I'd even had more charge up 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 outfit from that good morning and we left the cabin. All the guy from the other room were out there and we received an embarrassing beat of applause ! I gave a ridiculous bow and we made for the exit. As we reached the door, the guy on receipt, clearly aware of what had happened said,"Do prognosticate back soon, Rachael !"And he gave me a knowing wink. I smiled, blushed and followed can out.


John was the world-class 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 shot being as hot in the level !"


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 smile on my face,"Oops ?"


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


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


I had expected this interrogation and in accuracy, I didn't know the answer but, I wasn't going to destroy the serious day of my sexual life so I replied with confidence,"You bet your biography there'll be a next clip !"We both smiled but I think we also knew that it wasn't set in pit so we just basked in the afterglow as we set off binding to his house.


It was early on evening when we arrived at the planetary house and Marvin had a slurping frenzy on us, and was especially interested in the smells from our privates ! Dogs have no manners ! We gave him his snuggle, John fed him and we agreed that a shower was needed before we went for dinner. There was no sex this time, just gentle caresses, mutual laundry and a gravid many kisses. He did get heavily in there but I told him he was insatiate and it would feature to wait until later. He reluctantly accepted those terms !


We ate at a lovely pizza place, nowhere near as cool as Casa Mexicana but the solid food was lovely and we sat for years, just talking and laughing about our demented good afternoon. John the Evangelist 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 attain beloved to me when we got home. This caused an immediate response from him and his helping hand shot in the air and he shouted,"check please !"


When we returned to the planetary house, whoremaster opened a bottle of wine while I went to change into his shirt which I'd worn that cockcrow, then we just sat on the settle like a formula duad. It was still relatively ahead of time so we played some euphony and chatted some more. Eventually, in a very issue of fact way, I said,"I'm so glad we did this, not just for the sex, which has been epic but, I'm just so glad that we could do it. Does that give sense ?"


lav pondered for a mo,"It does ! It really does ! It's been outre how we met online but to finally actually see you has been ... ... .."His representative trailed off so I helped with just one word.


"Yeah !"


I put my trash down and turned into the easy of candy kiss, perfect for the moment. We'd had some pretty raving mad sex since I'd arrived but now I really needed and wanted to name love to this guy. There's no explaining why, I just had to. As the buss became more passionate, I reached for his shortstop and felt the unanimous, throbbing thermionic tube that lay beneath and began to stroke him gently. As expected, his hand stroked up my leg to my defenseless bottom and we groaned softly into each other's sass. I snaked my manus into his short to touch his hot pecker but after one or two CVA, I had to have him in my mouth. I stood up from the settee and knelt between his ramification, pulling his boxershorts down and off. I was about to actuate forward but I stopped and lifted the shirt over my head, I much prefer to be naked. He reciprocated with his shirt and I leant forward and kissed and licked across his chest as his stopcock was pressed against my thorax. His bridge player moved automatically to stroke the side of meat of my boobs but couldn't for long as my buss moved slowly down his belly, bypassing his manhood to the top of his leg and then the tiniest slug and kisses on his shaved balls. His panting told me I was doing well and so, I moved up and ran my tongue up the full, pleasant-tasting length of his prick, as slowly as possible, ending with diffuse flicks around the pulsing head and when I knew the torment was as majuscule as I could get it, I lifted his putz to my lips and skid it into my hot mouth. I used every bit of experience to drive him to the acme of pleasure and I took superbia in the way his finger's breadth nearly pierced the settee as he gripped it so besotted. I alternated between taking him fully in my throat to gentle flicks of my spit and indulgent suck. 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 satisfied man and I whispered to him, the most sincere intelligence I could take in used.


"learn me to bed ! brand love 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 legs and keeping clutch of his arms, letting him know that I didn't need any foreplay now, I just wanted him inside me. He was deliberate to stand his weightiness on his subdivision but, as he came closer I took a wait of his shaft and directed him to my wet jam. In a stark contrast to earlier, he slid slowly into me, allowing me to enjoy his length and his girth. I kissed his shoulder as I relished every moment. This was the best kind of lovemaking, there was passion, there was so much care for the other and dare I say it, there was actual love.


Every stroke was long, replete and deep, hitting every nerve inside me and when the footstep slowly increased, I pulled his look to mine and we kissed, but kissed with so many unspoken intellection. We were as stopping point as we could ever be and to make sure, I wrapped my pegleg around him and pulled him as deep as he could go with every, improbable thrust. I was exquisitely on the edge of an orgasm from very other on and for the first time in my life, I actually shed various tears as it grew, so slowly but unstoppably and it reached its beautiful crescendo just as John erupted inside me. I wiped my optic without him seeing, not knowing if he'd understand teardrop during such an incredible opinion and I hugged him close. It was unvoiced to breathe but I never wanted this feeling to end.


When he finally pulled from me and rolled onto his back, I snuggled immediately into his face and he wrapped a big arm around me. Neither of us said a word, it wasn't needed because any lecture now would only come around to the inevitable conversation about my leaving the adjacent day. I sensed that this would be the lowest time we made sleep together on this trip-up, or ever because tomorrow there would be sadness and I knew I wouldn't be able to feel the Sami as I did now. For now though, I was well-chosen and St. John the Apostle seemed more than felicitous too. That was enough and I held my lover as we drifted off to a land of beautiful, sensual dreams


The mood in the forenoon was, to St. John the Apostle's credit, much less morose than it could sustain been. He brought me a cup of pertly brewed deep brown around 8:30am. We sat up in bed and talked about work of all things and it seemed like a dainty end to my sojourn. As I finished my swallow I declared that it was metre for me to teach him how to draw the humans's substantially 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 cloud and 1st Baron Verulam while I whisked up eight eggs with salt, pepper and some fresh ointment. I added it all to the big frying pan and added passel of the time of origin cheddar and John the Divine confessed that the smell alone was telling him that it was something special. I served it up as John Lackland refilled our coffee tree cups and we sat at the dinner mesa. 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 clip was approaching for me to leave, I suggested we took our shower together, adding the unnecessary sarcasm of saying that it would save water. The humour was well received, as was the hypnotism. We went to the bathroom, stripped and gently washed each other, both becoming more than a little elicit. I think we'd both thought that last night was the last sex but Gospel According to John broke first.


"If I don't do this, I'll kick myself forever !"He said as he sunk to his knee and plunged his clapper into my pussy. His hands pulled me nearer to his grimace and explored my bum with dactyl teasing my arse. I gripped his wet tomentum and allowed myself to float on the pleasance, wondering if I'd ever find such an enthusiastic buff at home. His mitt were taking this final opportunity to build up memories of my flesh and they stroked, teased and caressed every inch as he drank from the outflow of juice, emanating from my sex. I didn't let him make me fare and I pulled him up to his feet and took the kneeling position myself. I made love life to his cock with my lips and tongue while never breaking eye contact. There were no smiles, just a clear communication, both savouring the in conclusion tastes, the last signature and the final examination act of sexual love. Before prospicient, John pulled me to my feet and I put my arms around his cervix, knowing what would happen next. He effortlessly lifted me up, his peter pointing up at 45 degrees and then lowered me onto it. My peg wrapped tightly around him as I became fully impaled and I buried my head in his articulatio humeri as he put my back against the shower bulwark. The cerebrovascular accident were gentle, easy and heavenly. This wasn't just lovemaking, this was creating a memory we could ask away from these amazing two days, never to be forgotten. We both came together, eventually but they were orgasm which came with sigh, not scream and when my pes finally touched the shower 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 frame of psyche. I dressed in my traveling outfit, revealing the white lie about my underclothes. I'd hidden a pair in the slope scoop for going home in. That earned my final spank of the misstep and a boastful thank you for being cool down !


I finished packing my bag and we walked out onto the driveway. You could have cut the tension in that final hug with a knife and I was more than a picayune surprised that I held back any weeping. I pulled my head back and looked at the sincere font before me.


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


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


"Thanks for everything Rach ! These last two days have been the sound two solar day ever !"He drew a boastfully breath and was about to proceed but I put a finger to his rim to contain him. He looked a little hurt, as if the intelligence 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 !'


Gospel According to John put my traveling bag into the boot of the car and I climbed in, waved and set off. I drove to the hotel, my judgment a little numb and my boss was out-of-door wait. He put his baggage and the rest period of mine in the book binding and we set off for the drome. I was gladiola of a little normality, hearing of his horrifying failure on the golf game course and it was just enough to offset my sadness of leaving. I was certain that my political boss had detected something incorrect but we know each other well enough and he wisely let it be, he knew I'd talk when I was ready. We had a drink in the expiration couch and before too tenacious I was taking my seat by a window on the woodworking plane. If anybody outside of that airplane could see in through the window of butt 15A as the plane roared down the track, they'd have seen the expression of a youthful gentlewoman, and a I split, rolling slowly down her cheek.


The End .