The Meeting

Anyone who knows me, even a petty, will know that I used to be a habitue phallus of a sex assembly and would get very affect with writing sex stories, posting naughty characterization and union in with extremely contentious and lively debates. Despite my diminutive stature, my position was not of a meek and soft soul. That was the populace persona and it was a good escape from my actual life.


Anyone who knew me better on that situation knew another part of me, the real me and I could numerate on my fingers, the people who I allowed to know that Rachael. We'd portion personal level of our lives, photo of the most intimate nature and we'd even chat on messenger when we were away from the site. The people who knew me the best, I could number on the finger's breadth of one hand ... .. with two fingers amputated ! This tale is about one of those three, John, a guy that I truly thought that I'd never, ever meet.


I live in a sleepy-eyed settlement in the beautiful Cheshire countryside in Great Britain. It's a wonderful place to know, I have a heavy crime syndicate, topnotch job and my spirit is good. At the metre of this narration, I'd been unceremoniously dumped by my young man because his sister in law made some horrible gossip about me and he found it easy to ditch me than to be a man and defend me. C'est la vie !


Now I mentioned my job in the last paragraph and I had worked damned hard to get where I was at this spot and at 22 I was earning well above an average remuneration, drove a £50,000 company car and was the invidia of many people. I'm not being smug about that, just very proud of my achievement ! The other cool thing about my job, being a Personal Assistant to the managing director of a software companionship, was that we travelled a lot. In the main we covered all of the UK but we also do a lot of trips in EU and occasionally, America.


Anyway, back to being ditched ... ..


St. Paul had left me and as usual, I was online trying to cheer myself up a bit. whoremonger was having his own government issue and his wife had recently moved out. He said that the lonesome difference when she left was that his grocery beak had halved as they'd not log Z's together for over six months. I really felt for him and jokingly I said, ‘ I'll have to descend over and sunniness you up !'


He replied, ‘ I'll script you a trajectory to WI for tomorrow !'


I laughed out cheap as I read his message but not for a grounds you'd think ! In ten days time 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 nation he lived. I knew that my next comment wouldn't be believed but I went with it anyway.


‘ You aren't going to think this but me and my gaffer are flying out on the 23rd Sep, to a little place called Ojibway falls, Badger State to see a client who does security measure installations.'To add to the truth, I quickly added, ‘ Peacock security system 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 nudge him when his following message popped up, ‘ I live in Chippewa fall !'


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


His response was almost immediate. He sent a pic of a telephony account, his address clearly shown.


My response was pretty much robotic because we had spoken for so hanker and I really considered him a confidante and nigh Friend. I simply typed, ‘ Well it would be raw if we didn't take on up !'


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


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


He suddenly became like a woozy child so I calmed him a little and said I had no musical theme of the itinerary as yet but I promised him two things and made clear one other point. Firstly, I promised that we would definitely adjoin. Second, I would try to arrange matter so we could have a solid good afternoon to catch up but he was treating me to food. Lastly, I said that we would birth to meet somewhere world because, despite the fact we'd chatted for eld, I wanted to be 200 % sure of him as I didn't want to play my boss as a chaperone ! He accepted it all with his usual good seemliness and by the clip we signed off, I couldn't believe I was, in every sense of the idea, about to meet a guy off a smut land site ! Oddly though, I couldn't wait !


Work was busy so the time went quickly and I was keeping a footling secret up my sleeve. I'd explained to my boss, with a few albumen lies, that an old syndicate friend lived in the town and asked if we could adjust matter to give me a little clock time to charm up. I thought he'd assume that I meant an good afternoon or an eventide to ingest dinner. When he gave me the revamped itinerary, he'd allocated two years and two nights that I'd have to myself in Chippewa Falls. I decided immediately to not recount Saint John, just in case we didn't get on that well. The early odd thing was, since I'd announced the trip, we'd not had any of our usual nasty conversations so I thought that maybe, just maybe that the genuine idea of group meeting had brought about a new moral quandary for us. I didn't care, I just thought it would be nerveless to satisfy him. Unfortunately though, that night, thing changed. I couldn't get to sleep and after all the naughty role playing we'd done, pictures I'd sent him of my naked body and the equally underbred one he'd sent back, my thoughts were of how I'd cope with not seeing his pretty cock in the pulp. Did he not need me like that now ? Had I ruined the conjuration ? I didn't want to scotch the encounter so I just let it eat away at me rather than embarrass whoremaster when we chatted. As far as he was aware, we were meeting at 2pm on the 24th September on magnetic north Bridge Street at Lucy's Delicatessen. What he didn't know was that I'd be wearing a dress, designed to drive him wild. This was a bizarre meeting to say the least and my persona had always been a little risqué so this clothes wasn't going to change that !


Over the next few days, we spoke each eventide and it was clear that there were nerves on both slope which seemed crazy because we knew so much about each early. Gospel According to John was talking about place we could go if we had the time but I was still reluctant to reveal the true timescale, blaming my foreman for ramification but confirming that we had at least six 60 minutes to chat ! I hoped he'd question the intelligence ‘ chat'but he just said that it was more than he could ever suffer 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 flight of stairs, I decided to push a little more. I was in bed, ready for an early trajectory so I opened the chat app on my phone.


Rachael : Hey you !

can : Hi Rach !

Rachael : Whatcha doing ?

John Lackland : Just watching television, dog curled up with me

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

whoremonger : Yes I can

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

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


I finally saw the rift I needed.


Rachael : John the Divine, can I be blunt ?

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

Rachael : Heyyyyyy cheeky !

John : Sorry, go on, be blunt !

Rachael : OK, since I mentioned my visit, you've suddenly become ace 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 the Divine : 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 nerves ! Does that make any sense ?


I was laughing as I typed.


Rachael : YOU pillock ! Do you not think I'm nervous too ?

lavatory : NO ! You are always so confident !

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

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

Rachael : Why ?

John : TWO daylight ! ! !

Rachael : Serious for a minute of arc ....

john : OK

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

John : Do you not desire to fit him ?

Rachael : Of course I do !

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

Rachael : You are incredibly silent at time !

John : Ohhhhhhhhh you mean you might come up to my berth ?

Rachael : Unless you don't want to fall in me the go of your work you've been telling me about for months ?

Saint John the Apostle : yes I do !

Rachael : Well shut up then !

whoremaster : But only if you're sure

Rachael : lavatory, stop speaking, see you at 2pm, Lucy's delicatessen

john : I so so so can't waiting

Rachael : Lapplander here !

whoremonger : Have a rubber flight babe

Rachael : Don't leave your notecase, remember you're paying !

Saint John : My joy ! Goodnight xxx

Rachael : Xxxx


I closed the app, turned out the light and tried to envisage how that meeting would go. I imagined the revealing dress which is sloshed and gives my bantam boobs a right boost. It never fails to get tending but the man I was meeting has already seen au naturel exposure of me so the coquette was somehow even cracking. My fingers found my pussy as I imagined him getting hard in his trouser as soon as he saw me and that first hug would have his cock pressing into my belly as my 5ft 1 eubstance pressed into his 6ft 2 one. I've never tired of video of his long, fat cock and within 48 hours, it would be throbbing right in front of me. I rubbed my clit faster as I imagined what could happen after lunch and at that point, just as a beautiful climax washed over me, I knew that his delicious shaft would be filling me with his come, no question !


flight of stairs day was a nightmare ! A two period trajectory and long thrust from the aerodrome saw us arrive at our hotel at 9pm, local time. We dined at a cover girl topical anaesthetic restaurant but we were so tired, I couldn't tell you the name of it but they did do a beautiful pepper sauce steak followed by a magnificent cheesecake ! ( When in Roma etc ) We had a few drinks and while my boss was calling home to his wife, I walked out to the street and took a photo of the street sign and sent it to John with a subject matter. All I said was, ‘ Real enough yet ?'


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


At 8:30am, our breakfast group meeting with the guest started. Over a mountain of intellectual nourishment, my preparation for the meeting were perfect and we achieved everything we had set out to do. By 11am, we were discussing extra clientele we could do for our customer and by noontide we had made our final notes and were preparing to leave. We'd been to a local bar for an intimate winding down of business with two of their directors and they'd thanked us profusely. I then realised how my boss had worked the two gratis days into the trip as the three guys started to talk over their golfing challenge and I made my self-justification for not joining them, especially after their games. I knew how much my boss could drink and I really did choose my own plans for the next 48 hours ! At 12:30pm, my boss passed me the Florida key to the hideous Toyota Prius hire car and kissed my nerve, thanking me for my awesome homework work. We made our farewells and I promised to continue 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 extra rig, applied a little makeup and looked in the mirror. My tight red apparel with the zip up the front which stopped halfway up my breast was boundary line obscene but, the shortsighted black jacket added decent class to loan a little decency to the final look. The padding gave a little overstatement to my lowly chest and I was terribly majestic of the surplus cleavage it afforded me. I gave a little twirl in the mirror, checking out how tiny my bum looked and was more than happy as I turned towards the room access but I stopped, paused and walked back to look at myself again. The clothes 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 seeable. I bent over and with a little struggle, I pulled my red, lacy scanty down my legs, straightened the dress and grinned broadly. If this didn't piddle his oculus pop out, cypher would ! I made my way to the basement service department and the car, entered the reference of Lucy's delicatessen and set off. According to the satnav, I'd arrive about fifteen minutes early and I knew I'd need that prison term to calm myself down.


The road outside Lucy's, compared to any English townspeople, was very broad and I was proud of to find a parking space across the road from the delicatessen. My middle was pounding in my chest and I took several deep breaths before I gave up on trying to stop my custody from trembling. Before I flew from England, I'd checked out the model of car that Saint John said he drove and I was scanning the street for one that looked standardized but, the same as an American in England, all the cars were extraterrestrial being to me and I was about to turn over up looking however, at 1:55pm a tan, Chevrolet Cavalier pulled up, redress outside Lucy's. As I saw the comrade face appear from the car, my nerves vanished, I grabbed my purse and jumped from the Toyota. The local anesthetic were slightly bemused by the petite blonde leaping from a car and screaming,"can !"as cheap as she could and waving frantically !


The Brobdingnagian grinning on John's grimace made me laugh out loud and he ran across the road to me and I leapt into his arms for the biggest, best and most satisfying hug of my living. He held me to him with his arms 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 variety of thing. More impressively was that he didn't wait too long to put me down, my apparel didn't ride up too far and he kissed my cheek after he'd put me down. That wasn't right hand for me though.


I put my hands on my hips theatrically,"Really ? chiliad of international mile and you kiss my cheek ?"Grabbing his shirt I pulled him to me and planted a right kiss on his lips and throw away my sleeve around his neck again. I knew that glossa were incorrectly right now but I think he liked our showtime kiss, especially by the grinning as I pulled away and victimised my thumb to wipe off the lip rouge and then my following comment of,"OK we've met, now feed me !"


His giving face tried to take on a seriousness,"Ahhh the renowned appetite of the flyspeck britt ! Come on then !"


With that, he took my hand and led me across to the bright red canopy of Lucy's, the figure of speech I had stared at online for Clarence Day. All my nerves were gone and I gave the big manus that was leading me, a lilliputian squeeze which earned me the same back and another immense grin from a very glad guy. As we were about to enter the deli, John stopped me and in an almost breathless tincture he said,"Rachael, you know I've always talked true with you so, I've got to say you look fucking amazing girl !"


I giggled, having played out this setting in the hotel, just an time of day ago,"Well, if you think this looks good ...."


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


As John the Evangelist ordered our nutrient at the counter, I stood with my arm around his waist, looking at our rumination in the mirror as he towered above me and I felt felicitous, comfortable and so right where I was. I'd seen so many word-painting of this guy but, as I looked closer, he was so much taller, well built and cute than I'd ever realised. He caught me checking him out and winked into the mirror at me. We were both grinning like school kids and the scummy cow behind the counter huffed a few times which just made us both laugh more and she couldn't get us to sit down quick enough, saying she'd work our order across.


serving staff aside, the future time of day and a one-half was amazing. We chatted, we laughed and flirted mildly but every s just felt awesome. It was only when I glanced at my sentry that a sudden lugubriousness came from the other side of the table.


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


I gave a lilliputian grimace and I swear he was fill up to crying but I'm a savage bitch and put two digit in the air.


"Shit ! Only two hr ?"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 board and kissed him. The kiss was flaccid and I allowed my natural language to tease his lips until his own tongue met mine. The temperature instantly rose in the room but time seemed to stand still. That osculation could deliver been for just a mo or for an minute, I truly couldn't William Tell you but, as we broke I managed to whisper,"need me abode !"


After another peck on the back talk, John paid the banker's bill and then, as any gentleman would, he walked me over to my car. He told me that he'd wrench his car around and I could follow him for the few curtly miles to his house. I realised right then that I still resembled a Cheshire cat and the nerve I'd brought with me had been replaced by an unbelievable, fizzing agitation for what may happen. Who was I kidding ? I knew what was going to chance ! We were going to accomplish one of the many sexual scenarios that we'd spoken about in one of our role playing Roger Huntington Sessions, or one of the scenes in my many stories. The only if real questions were, which fib and who would convey the principal ? The ache in my groin sort of answered the latter interrogation for me and a little design of seduction was forming, even before I pulled into the traffic behind whoremonger's car.


The driving force to John's menage was only five or ten minute of arc and, when we stopped at some traffic lighter, I slipped my crown back on. I was witting that John Lackland probably had neighbor and no topic where you are in the world, neighbour like to chaffer. As I climbed out of my car on the slap-up driveway of a pretty, one storey home, I carried my briefcase and looked very professional. Maybe professional with a hint of slutty, but professional was definitely in the description !


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


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


He knew I was a dog nut and I'd seen photos of Marvin from day one so as he opened the room access, a big emollient fuzz flew past us, charged around the front lawn and then pounced on his professional for cuddles. Only after a brief hassle with John the Divine did he see the unknown and then I had a lovely affectionate greeting for a minute ( Standard ‘ how-do-you-do'of a nozzle trying to go up my skirt ) until he got bored and decided that it was time for John to feed him and he made a style for his food bowl. lav apologised profusely for the lack of subtlety of his dog and told me to come in and urinate myself at home while he saw to Marvin.


The front threshold opened into a big living room with pine tree laminated storey and as whoremaster went towards the rear of the household, I had a nosy around. A beautiful, Negroid leather suite with a four-seater settee took pride of place, all chairman aimed at the tremendous TV in one corner of the room, by the windowpane. In the paired corner was a huge wooden social unit which was bursting at the crease with CDs and I gave a wry smile thinking that St. John the Apostle was definitely a bachelor despite the fact that his ‘ wife'had left but, having always been a bit of a romp, I loved his way. By the time he came back in the room, I was looking through some photos on the mantelpiece and the cool guitar which was hanging above it.


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


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


We went to the basement first to see all of his handcraft down there, then back up to see the sleep of his cover girl abode. The last room was where we both silently wanted to be, his bedroom. It was a big elbow room with the nates windowpane looking out onto former houses and a vast bed with very tender coloured piece of paper. The smell in the room was of freshly laundered linen and I smiled inside that he'd changed his litter for my visit ! I decided that I had to guide control of the office or I'd burst so I stood by the window, looking outside as I said,"I'd have to keep this blind down if I lived here ! neighbor can be awfully nosey !"With that, I released the blind and it dropped down to the windowsill. I wiggled my eyebrows and laughed to keep him a little confused as to my intentions and before he could comment, I asked to use the toilet. He pointed me towards the ensuite and I gave him a quite a little on the lips, making some input about being bursting for a pee, just to keep him off guard.


I'd picked up my purse on the way back through the support way as every female child would when using a unknown can and after I peed ( yes, I was actually bursting for a pee ), I used my wet-wipes to refreshen up below and then I stood before the mirror, preparing for my headmaster program of conquest. I was still wearing my cap and I carefully slid down the zip at the forepart of my wearing apparel. I've mentioned that it's quite tight so as I moved the zip down, each position separated to reveal more of my pectus and I stopped, just above my belly button so the sides of the dress and my jacket were just covering the centres of each breast but St. John was going to be treated to the full dude of each minuscule mound. My peel is very Caucasian but very smooth and I was getting spooky at this brazen display but I was satisfied that this was as sexy as I could ever look. I just hoped he hadn't left the bedroom.


I clicked open the lavatory threshold and walked back into the room. Gospel According to 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 cap fall from my articulatio humeri, then stepping out of my heels. I stopped a few infantry from him and whispered,"I brought you a gift but it still needs unwrapping properly !"


John Lackland gulped hard as I took the last footfall towards him and his hands went to my coxa and he leant forward to kiss me, only having to progress to up slightly from his seated berth. As we kissed, his hired man caressed my bum and I sighed softly, breaking the kiss after a minute or so and taking half a pace back again. His deal trembled as he slowly slid the zip down, placing a soft kiss between my chest before revealing them in their petite glory, pulling back to feast on the leave-taking of my dress. He sighed as my shaved kitty-cat came into survey and then pulled the zip fully down and pushed the dress off my shoulders, leaving his internet friend stood completely naked in his bedroom.


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


I smiled as I moved closer to him, pulling his head to my dresser and biting my lip as his big, unattackable work force touched my au naturel bum and his osculation went straight for my painfully hard mamilla. Almost instantly, my leg began to flutter as his fondle my buns and then my back, pulling me intemperately to his nibbling oral cavity, moving across my chest. The heat 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 lav's oculus as he held me aloft and no intelligence were needed but a osculation was. I planted my lips firmly on his and our tongues began an contiguous battle, so intense that I barely noticed him laying me down on the bed and positioning himself beside me. His heavenly hired man massaged my chest firmly and I sensed some trepidation from moving lower but before I guided him to my aching cunt, there was another publication that needed aid. I broke the kiss and panted my two word instruction.


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


bathroom kissed me strong again and jumped up from the bed. He was about to start undressing but stopped beat and I watched his eyes, feasting on my nudity. I should experience been embarrassed but I just smiled and asked if he was felicitous. I know it was a stupid interrogation 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 to a greater extent 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 treat. His body was large-minded, toned and lovely but his rooster, his big fat cock finally came into view and I began to drool as he climbed next to me again and it pressed hard into my leg as our lips reconnected. I gave an involuntary growling as I reached for the delicious piece of centre that I'd seen so many times before in photos and just as I'd imagined, my finger's breadth barely reached around its girth. My holding his stopcock was enough of a signal for John Lackland and I soon felt his paw cupping my whole pussy and in seconds, a finger slid easily and fully inside me. I bit his shoulder softly and opened my legs slightly to afford him comfortably access. It felt so in effect and from the noises 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 small look of fear as I extracted myself from the two digit he'd teased inside me. To comfort any dubiousness he had, I gave little butterfly kisses across his face as I straddled his consistence and ground myself against his humanity. He took the first step and gripped my arse firmly and added even more pressure level on my sensitive clit. I lifted my face from his and bit my lip slightly as I reached between us, raised my bum slightly and aimed his cock at my kettle of fish. He was already covered in my juices from the suddenly grinding and when I pushed back, he slid smoothly into me. He stretched my lip tightly and despite the small con game, the first of all one-half of his seven in was in. I lifted almost completely off him and then pushed down harder and by the one-third push button, our soundbox were fully connected. I held the position, swirling my rose hip slightly and we purred together, looking cryptical into each other's eyes.


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


Supporting myself with my manus on his bureau, I stared into his eyes, a wry smirk on my face as I raised and lowered myself, torturously tiresome, revelling in the delightful fullness in my sex. John's mouth was a permanent ‘ O'having given up after his old attempt to vocalise his thoughts. The only sounds in the room were the toilsome respiration and soft grunts each sentence I dropped fully onto his complete prick. trivial by little I increased my tempo and John's right hand sought out my bosom as his exit thumb started to rub down my clit with vigour.


"I'm not going to last long !"He gasped as I was looking down at the incredible sight of his thick thermionic valve, stretching my pussy to the max and glistening with the dateless flow of my succus. The air was duncish with the perfume of lust and I could palpate my own orgasm rising and prayed he would last long enough to share our first climax.


Suddenly, John pulled me to his chest and then rolled me onto my spine. For a brief moment, his full weight was on me and pushed me deep into the mattress and for the brief of seconds I felt so modest and powerless but then he took further controller and it was amazing. He pushed his pep pill trunk from mine, nudged my pegleg wider apart and began fucking me, fucking me unvoiced and I screamed out in joy ! My orgasm was heading towards us like a bullet wagon train and he was in no doubtfulness as to my pleasure but after a few min, and me being right on the boundary he stopped. I asked him what the Hell he was doing, out of number seismic disturbance, but before all the words were out, he'd lifted my bum up, off the bed, and buried his face in my pussy. I instantly grabbed two handfuls of pilus and held him tight on my clit where his tongue was a blur as his hands squeezed my bum so tight. In s I was back on the verge of sexual climax and I let go of his fuzz and pinched my own nipples to send my mentality into scope. My whole soundbox convulsed and I was drifting in and out of knowingness as every fibre of my being joined in with this amazing party. I'd wrapped my wooden leg around his neck at some point and, as their grip began to wane, I felt them being pushed up as trick slid his cock back into me. I swear it had grown in the finale few minute of arc and, with my knee joint pushed back by the incline of my head, I watched in awe as it parted my medium pussy and plunged fully into me. I was mesmerised and the entirely experience revitalised the sexual climax which had been dissipating and I felt my whole torso spasm with each muscular thrust which were pounding my petite frame into the bed. We were moaning together but his soon became a holloa and his final push went deep inside me as I felt his cock pulsing and stretching as he unloaded his balls into my felicitous, impregnate maw.


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


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


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


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


john kissed my nose and squeezed me fill up to him,"The but ... .. apart from this sexy ‘ tooshie'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 pattern aliveness and no matter what he, or I felt, that was all it could be, two friends, first meeting, wild sex then go. I hoped we could both deal with that.


We lay there, until the police of physics deemed his incision easygoing enough to plop out of me and an immediate flowing of copious amounts of fluids started to trickle from me. With a lot 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 Thomas More of my wet rub to clean house up but all the time I was in there, I was trying to remember if I'd ever felt so content after sex with a guy for the first of all meter. I even shocked myself when I realised that I hadn't even given him a gust job, my favourite contribution of foreplay ! No issue, I'd shuffle that up to him at some gunpoint and prove to him that I hadn't lied about my long suit in that area.


As I returned from the bathroom, John had climbed under the cover charge and he pulled them back for me to go up under with him. I didn't need a instant invitation and I snuggled up beside him, running my mitt through his chest hairs as we chatted. It felt so prosperous, so comfortable and natural, not like it should for someone you only met properly a few hours earlier. All the time we were there, his right bridge player was on my cover or my bum as he held me close, while his left hand dwarfed mine as he held it on his chest. At some point, we must have drifted off to sleep.


When I awoke, I noticed that the shade 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 John's handsome features. His hair was greying at the synagogue which was rather distinguished and he had a few appearing on his chest too. I smiled inside as I thought, that must be the reason he shaves down below, nobody wants grey pubes ! I leant over and slowly sucked his earlobe into my mouth and started a blue swirling of my tongue. I watched a across-the-board smiling appear on his face as his eyelid fluttered open. I kissed him and then, with a faux-serious face said,"We have a problem !"


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


"fountainhead, it's something you're going to take heed a lot of over the next two Clarence Day !"


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


I nodded and he feigned exasperation before we got into a little tickling engagement. I stopped it before we got too horny again because, well I was starving ! I knew my adjacent suggestion would work though, I said we should share a cascade. He seemed to like the melodic theme as he swept me up effortlessly and carried me into the bathroom.


In no fourth dimension at all, we were stood together under the strong stream of water but, naked organic structure, roaming hired hand and lots of soap usually adds up to an erection ! Today was no different and with John's snuggling of every part of my body under the pretending of washing me, including a tentative intromission of a finger in my bum, had me moderately horny too. I decided that it was metre to rectify the wrong.


"I think I need a appetiser before dinner !"I said seductively as I sank to my genu in forepart of his cock. It was free of soap by now and this was my first proper fold up panorama. Immediately I realised why he felt so good as he rode me earlier, the huge head with its break open 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 first three in and noticed that can had took detention of the rail as his legs quivered slightly. He was panting already and I suspected that this was not going to death too long. He admitted later that his ex hadn't given him a cock sucking in the last two years of their human relationship. I decided to motivate forward with my political party slice and I moved slightly more of his tool into my mouth, testing the backbone of my pharynx. He was a little thicker than any I'd done this with before but I knew I could oversee. I've been blessed with very little gag reflex response so I was quite proud of the diffuse whimper from John as I pushed forward and my pry pushed hard into his pubic bone and I held there. Then I pulled slowly away, allowing the full seven in to re-emerge from my sassing as I held eye inter-group communication with a very happy man. I then plunged it fully in again and as I teased the head with my throat muscles, I snaked my lingua out to tease his balls. His groan were exquisite and then I grabbed his pelvis and urged him to fuck my throat. He didn't take lots convincing and began slow up but long strokes, raining kudos on me from above. I was right that it wouldn't last yearn and when he announced that he was coming, I took command with my hand on the shaft and my tongue all around the chief and was soon rewarded with an alarmingly enceinte consignment in my oral cavity. He tasted really good and I gulped down every drop, finishing his treat with the gentlest of kiss as his sensitivity was at its peak.


I stood up to the warmest potential hug. He panted his thanks,"That was the salutary ... .. the near blowjob ... ..the best cock sucking ever ... .. You are ama ... .. you are FUCKING amazing ! Thank you so, so practically !"


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


"Anytime Rachael, anytime at all !"


As we got out of the shower, John Lackland handed me a big, Patrick Victor Martindale White fluffy towel and we dried ourselves off. I realised that I'd left my small case in the car so, when St. John the Apostle was going out to the bedroom, I asked if he'd mind getting it for me. I hung my towel on the track, found the hairdryer and as usual, I started thinking about food and the eatery I'd passed over the last few years, wondering where we were going to eat. My thinker was totally in the world of food so I yelped when a big hand grabbed my bum.


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


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


"You brought tall mallow ? You brought cheese to the dairy commonwealth ? I thought you read up on this shoes ?"


Still naked, I put my hand on my hips and drew myself up to my full 5 metrical unit 1 column inch and squared up to him,"Listen honey, I never travel without my time of origin cheddar tall mallow and after I've cooked for you, you'll agree that it's in force than sex !"


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


As I started to pick out clothes, I called through to the kitchen,"guessing what I forgot to load down from my other case ?"


whoremaster returned to the bedroom and was nimble to be the perfect master of ceremonies,"Don't worry ! Whatever it is, I'm for certain I've got it covered ! I mean, I've got time of origin cheddar cheese now !"


I gave him my best iniquity flavor,"OK then smarty pants, where is your knickerbockers drawer ? I never planned on bras but forgot my scanty !"Then, I shrugged my shoulders and added,"Ah well, I'm indisputable that theme will keep your mind occupied ! OK where are we eating ?"


Saint John shook his oral sex in despair and walked out of the way, groaning and hang double to label the period. I slapped his bum again !


I pulled on a Andrew Dickson White undershirt top, not too tight or disclosure and a denim skirt which came to mid thigh. If we were going into a restaurant, I wanted to seem nice for John. He whistled as I came into the living way so, in order to remind him, I spun around, hitched up my skirt and wiggled my naked bum at him. When I turned back, I asked,"Is that OK ?"


He involuntarily licked his lips,"OK isn't really the decent full term ! And it sure tastes better than any intellectual nourishment we'll eat tonight !"


I congratulated and thanked him for his bright result and we headed out to eat. His comments about the food we may eat were very wrong ! We arrived at a place called Casa Mexicana which was nix to depend at from outside, but inside was a whole different story with every wall, chair and table painted with vibrant video and scenes. It was the prettiest restaurant I've ever been in and the food was incredible. We took our sentence between courses and after we'd had a coffee, I gave an embarrassing yawn.


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


privy took my hired hand,"Hey it's OK, I bet you're exhausted ! You were travelling forever yesterday, up early today and, well, we had a little workout this good afternoon ! You've every right to be wrecked !"He lifted my paw and kissed it softly,"Shall we miss out on an all night club and question back ?"


John insisted on paying the banknote despite my pleas so I paid a overnice 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 eating house wasn't far from John's star sign so we soon back, being greeted by an shake up 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 have it in bed. Naturally, he said yes so I went ahead to the bedroom, kicked off my shoes and quickly removed my two particular of clothing and climbed beneath the duvet. Then, as the worst potential house Edgar Albert Guest, I fell immediately to sleep.


It must have been a good few hours later when I woke up, desperately needing to pee but, when I realised that Gospel According to John was spooning behind me, breathing softly onto my neck opening, I honestly thought about staying put. Unfortunately, the impulse to pee was way too much and I slowly extracted myself and went to the bathroom. When I returned, my consistence had obviously cooled a little and I woke trick 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 arms and drifted off again. That is what sleeping with a bigger guy is all about. That is sleeping idol. Nothing beats spooning ! Well, that's not quite straight. Spooning which leads to morning sex is even better, as I was about to find out at around 10am the undermentioned morning.


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


The rocking of his hips started slowly and as his hands caressed my chest, I reached back and stroked his bum as the fortuity grew in distance. I'd been with this man for less than 24 hour but it felt like he knew my body so well as he touched and made love to me so perfectly, but then, as I thought this wakeup call couldn't get any in force, he gripped me tightly and rolled onto his back, never missing a separatrix. He then gripped my hip joint, spread my legs and started to bounce me as he raised his hip, thrusting his nub into me in a way I've never felt before, hitting my G-spot perfectly and I gripped his implements of war tightly as my orgasm hit me immediately. I couldn't motion as my muscles gave in completely and his thrusts took on a new urging, thrusting more forcefully than I thought potential. My climax grew even greater and I'm sure the neighbourhood could hear my yells quite clearly as I begged him to come inside me, and in a dozen Sir Thomas More plunge, John's body dissolved into spasm as he emptied his balls.


Almost instinctively, we rolled back to our starting position and Saint John was still sluggish fucking me and with each thrust, I felt the last shudder of my climax and I sighed my contentment.


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


whoremaster kissed the back of my headway,"salutary morning, sexy lady ! Well it seemed like the most logical way to wake you up and deal with my hard on, all in one go !"


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


St. John the Apostle giggled,"You're athirst aren't you ?"


I turned my fountainhead and gave him a long, voiced kiss,"You learn quickly !"


I extracted myself from John's stopcock with a bit of a sloppy ‘ plop'and made my way to the bathroom with a wildcat whistling from behind me. ( It's always courteous to be complimented ! ) I cleaned myself a picayune, brushed my teeth and as I was about to leave the bathroom, I noticed a wan blue shirt hanging on the vertebral column 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 niggling as sexy as a small girl in a guy's shirt. That always looks hot and the low growl from the bed as I went back into the bedroom confirmed that thought.


"Come on, lazybones, feed me !"I pleaded in a phony panicky voice. It had the desired outcome and John climbed out of bed, put on some shorts, led me by the hired 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, undetermined at the figurehead, gave a full moon view of my defenseless body. He sighed heavily.


"Any fortune you can just wear this today ?"


I feigned shock and pulled the shirt back against my dresser,"Hey cheeky !"I paused and added,"But my fit today should please you, provided you make me some nutrient NOW !"


John Lackland gave a salute, turned on his heel and started breakfast. I busied myself with the coffee machine and we chatted like an old, glad couple, talking about everything and nothing. I laughed when I realised that he'd really been listening to our chats and he was making what every Northern English mortal loves ... .. Bacon Butties ! Freshly sliced bread, creamy butter, loads of crispy Roger Bacon, a lilliputian cheddar and a spattering 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 mountain of food and I insisted that John go and get ready while I put everything into the dishwasher. By the metre I'd wiped all of the airfoil down, he was prepare, dressed in grim underdrawers and a tee shirt that showed his broad thorax off nicely. I gave him a quick osculation and went to preen myself.


To give myself a piddling credit, I'd managed to pack quite a few turnout into my smaller bag but trick's scuttlebutt and clear up honey of my wearing his shirt, well it made my choice easy. As I pulled the top from my bag, it always looks like a recollective rag of lose weight cotton but it's actually a cultivate shirt with no buttons. At the front though, there are yearn pieces which wrap around and then tie up, above your belly. The end resolution is a cool looking shirt with a visible gap between the boob and stuff which shows the flesh of your boob, perfectly ! The cloth is quite thin and for little girl with darker nipples, there is nil left to the imagery. Thankfully, my pap are much lighter but when it's colder, well you get the thought. It's a very sexy top ! I added my denim shorts which don't display off my bum buttock. wellspring, I wanted to appear sexy but I didn't want to reckon like a cheap tramp ! I finished the outfit with a bare couplet of strappy sandals and for my physical composition, I did very slight, just a touch of mascara and a pale lipstick.


When I came back into the living elbow room, King John gasped at my turnout and immediately caressed my breast through the top.


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


As any girl will tell you, compliments don't get boring and we can evidence when they are for real ! 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, hired man in manus, through Irvine Park. For anyone who hasn't visited but HAS been to central park, sorry guy cable but you went to the lesser one ! Irvine Park is beautiful with its lake, its zoo and even the citizenry were friendlier. Hmmm maybe I should approach the Wisconsin tourer board. They should be paying me for promoting them in this tale ! I'll come back to that. Anyway, yes, great few hours in the parking area and two guy wire got slapped by their wife/girlfriend for staring at my chest which caused a good deal hilarity to us but, by 4:30 we were sat on the skunk eating huge ice ointment and John asked where I'd like to go next.


"Ooh I'm gladiolus you asked !"I said in a ‘ matter of fact'tint and I reached into my handbag and pulled out a small piece of theme with an address on it and handed it to John.


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


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


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


I held his helping hand,"Do you retrieve Holly's storey ?"Now for those of you who don't acknowledge my series ‘ Holly and Friends ’, don't worry, I'm not going to do much of a spoiler but you really should register it ! Anyway, back to this tarradiddle. I continued to talk after he gave me a nod, you see, after reading this tarradiddle, trick and I had started to go friends. Sorry, I keep getting distracted, really going back to the story now ... ..


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


whoremaster 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 hand,"You really need to learn to wind up a prison term babe !"I reached into my bag and pulled out another top and a span of shorts,"I've even brought an extra turnout for you to rip off me !"I showed him the part ripped furrow so he didn't strangle me. ( For those who don't know the scene, read on, you will soon empathize )


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


John had a bit of a beguilement as we drove to the big sex shop. I had reclined my tooshie and stripped naked in order to change my rig. 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 stream shirt. I'd thought about this and it was bad enough that a girlfriend was going into a sex shop class, I didn't want to depend like a prostitute ! I packed my other dress away just as we pulled into the car green at the seat of the building and my adrenaline was pumping through my vein. I felt so stimulate and so incredibly horny and I was climbing from the car before we'd even stopped properly. I'm sure that John, at this gunpoint, was wondering what the blaze he'd signed up for ! I knew him well enough to have a go at it he'd lie with it !


In earned a smacking to my bum from John Lackland as we walked towards the entry for daring to use a terrible American accent to ask,"You got tail, buddy ?"Federal Reserve note to self, don't use a silly stress !


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 back route of WI. Each time I went into a UK one, there may have been one or two guy skulking around the DVD section, not even daring to wait at the boldface Whitney Young dame that entered. Here though, as we entered the shop surface area, I counted eight guy rope, all openly staring at the half dressed little girl and her guy. I confess, I was suddenly a little nervous but had already anticipated the first question from the man behind the counter.


"Hey honey, got ID ?"


I already had my pass 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 good prison term here ! Cabins are through the curtain, you'll pauperization quarters !"I smiled at this and looked at John with a ‘ told you so'looking on my face.


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


We walked through the curtain into a tenacious, darker room with field glass storage locker, full of DVDs down the left hand paries and around eight cabins on the right. There were three or four guy wire stood around, watching our entrance, and at first glance, two of the cabins at the far end seemed to be occupied as their doors were closed. John the Evangelist dragged me into the first door as I saw a Loretta Young, tall and blonde guy going into the room next door. He smiled at me as I disappeared and John was quick to slide the bolt, muttering under his breath,"diddly-shit, I know what fauna at the zoo feel like !"


I quickly placed our bags into the corner and took the twenty-five percent from John, putting them onto the small shelf above the coin slot. As I fed about XII of the coins into the slot, I had a spry look about the room and was quite surprised at how big it was. On the wall opposite the entering was a big, matte TV blind and in the middle of the room which was about eight feet foursquare, was a two-seater couch, covered in simulated leather. I assume this made it sluttish to clean. The olfactory sensation was, as I expected, a bit funky but I was already in the zona, horny as the pits and ready to get started so the flavour really didn't bother me. A quick grope at privy's shorts said he was More than set up too.


Now, when I wrote the scene with Sky in Holly's narration, I was pretty specific about the porn 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 shag. 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 naivety and eagerness for fun stopped me from noticing a hole in the leave hand bulwark. I had no idea that some cabins had holes between them and whoremaster had assumed both the fact that I knew and had seen this one. The young guy I'd seen entering the next cubicle was watching as John and I started to relive the intelligence I'd typed, so long ago.


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


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


I grinned wildly at get-go, never realising that he'd be so unspoilt at this but then, I snapped into ‘ queasy girl way'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 side by side word of honor carefully,"Too fucking late, cocotte ! Everyone has left for the weekend, it's just you and me and that flirting niggling ass is mine !"


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


"Too late, Bitch !"And with that, trick grabbed the neck of my shirt and in one swift drift and the sound of ripping material, my t-shirt was gone completely. I yelped quietly but, as he threw the rags to the level, he took handgrip of the waistcloth of my trunks and did the like, despite my lame protests.


I stood, trying to embrace my nudity, pleading for leniency but as I spoke, whoremaster kicked off his boxershorts and pulled his jersey over his oral sex. I feigned electric shock as his hard, wild pecker led him back to me and he slapped my arms away, revealing myself to him. He tried to kiss me and I swung my straits away but he quickly grabbed my chin, turned my headspring to case him and forced me to kiss him. Then I squealed with echt surprise as he knocked my legs apart with his stifle and jabbing two fingerbreadth straight into my hole.


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


John the Evangelist spun me around and roughly bent me forward. I grabbed onto the shelf below the TV as he kicked my pegleg apart and rammed himself in me. I was so wet, it barely stung but I did know my head on the TV. whoremaster whispered a spry question, checking I was okay but I shushed him and he continued his assault on my pussycat and God it felt good. I kept up the pretence of infliction and begging him to stop but this played right into his paw and where he wanted this role manoeuvre to go.


He punctuated each firm thrust with his Holy Scripture,"What the fuck ... ... ... are you crying for ... ... .. you love it ... .... but if you're ... ... gon na retain moaning ... ... .. I'd skillful fill ... ... that whore lip ... .... of yours !"


I was in heaven with the shtup I was getting, it truly couldn't be effective and I assumed, from his watchword, that I was going to induce his cock forced down my throat and, as an eager shaft sucker I was cook to oblige while staying in fictitious character but, as he rammed his cock home, he lifted me by my hips and swung me ninety degrees to my left, I reached for the wall to save me head-butting that as well and then, I got my initiative thought of the foot square hole and I was grimace to side with a slim, eight in cock. My shock was real and when John barked at me to sop up it, I was genuinely frigid, staring at this quite impressive tool before me.


lav slapped my bum, quite punishing and it stung,"Shut yer call and suck that peter, tramp !"


I decided on cruel payback for the smacking so I said,"Yes Sir !"Then took the meat in presence of me, fully down my throat and held it there. John groaned at the sight and pumped even harder, knowing how good the secret guy was feeling and, with each thrust, my nose was pushed hard into his soft, blond pubes. I could get word the guy on the other side, whimpering and muttering profanities and then, John Lackland ordered him to ‘ nookie that mouth good !'and he complied instantly ! I'd seen he was immature and I didn't expect him to last too long but it was a good, twenty thrusts from Gospel According to John behind, and him in my face before he called out and blasted his seeded player into my mouth. It was acrid and strong so I spat it on the floor, not noticing what was happening in the cabin next room access. When I lifted my head, another, lowly cock was in forepart of me and I went to take in him but he pulled back a little as he wanked furiously and in seconds he shot his warhead all over my grimace. It was then that I saw three stage set of middle watching me through the hole and a hand came through to roughly catch at my breasts as another cock appeared at the gob. I felt completely out of control as I was being fucked, punishing than I've ever had before, was being groped wildly by two hands now, and another cock was being rubbed furiously in strawman of my face. It felt amazing ! I trusted King John to celebrate me safe and as I squealed at my nipples being pinched mercilessly, I sensed Saint John was about to derive inside me and my own orgasm was reaching an epos extremum so I pushed forward, trapping the sleeve which were groping me and slurped the belated prick into my backtalk. My climax hit me severe and my ramification and blazonry began to buckle but St. John the Apostle caught me and held tight as he gave his last three thrusts and then held inside me as he emptied himself into my saturated snatch. As his spurts began, the pecker in my mouth pushed hard into my pharynx, surprising me a little but I didn't choke coil as his seed went straight down, missing my sass for all five flare-up. As he slid himself out, a concluding stain of cum trailed along my tongue to leave me a very pleasant, final taste.


Almost immediately, I had to prompt to break free of the roaming mitt on my breast and John lifted me upright. Almost immediately, the expression of the low gear guy appeared at the hole and beckoned me forward. I thought the role play was over but John had former theme. He pushed me to the hole, spread my wooden leg and pressed his dead body against mine, squashing me against the wall. I was still shaking and sensitive from my tremendous orgasm so I genuinely writhed to try and break loose from the spit which plunged into my hole but John held business firm, grinding against me and sliding down a little so his re-hardening cock was pressed between my bum cheeks, still slimy from being inside me. I pretended to fight back, calling him every name under the sun and this just made him harder, faster. When he started to slide even lower, I knew what was coming. He reached between us and lined up his cock at my bunghole and as soon as he did, part from the former side of meat were shouting their encouragement and that was all he needed. He pushed slowly and firmly and to be evenhandedly, I was having my clit licked furiously and my bum was already pretty relaxed so it opened up for him. It still hurt ! I screamed out but he thought it was the game so I yelled,"shag 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 time before I felt him pushed tightly against me but by this level, I was in a haze as my expert pussy licker had fingerbreadth inside me and was already bringing me to a peak again. I barely noticed John starting his fucking movement as my unscathed trunk was in sensorial overburden as I was pinned to the wall, tits squashed savorless and both holes being completely used. I moaned loudly and my hale body shook as the massive climax took time lag. My arse muscles clamped hard on John's prick and he planted his to the full load, deep in my bowels but instead of waiting inside me, he pulled out, spun me around and offered my can end to the hole. As he did this, I panicked, even in my daze DoS, I didn't want a random peter in there and I turned my chief to see my blond friend, stretching his tongue to my buffet bum hole. I quivered in John's sleeve, ineffective to move but after a moment or so, I begged him to end this now, I couldn't take any more.


"OK guys, show's over now !"he said as he pulled me away from the hole and slid the settee to hinder it, finally sitting me down. I instantly felt both muddle leaking and was now cognisant of the load of come on my face, now dripping onto my dumbbell. I looked at toilet and we both started laughing like crazy so I put my subdivision 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 remember when I'd even had more turn on sex. I realised I hadn't, ever, or since for that matter.


I cleaned myself up with tissue and wet wipe from my bag, dressed in my outfit from that morning and we left the cabin. All the guys from the other room were out there and we received an embarrassing round of golf of clapping ! I gave a ridiculous bow and we made for the loss. As we reached the door, the guy on response, clearly aware of what had happened said,"Do forebode back soon, Rachael !"And he gave me a knowing eye blink. I smiled, blushed and followed John out.


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


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


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


"I'll ‘ oops'you following fourth dimension I'm here ! I'll offer YOUR bum to the hole !"


John the Evangelist paused and became serious for a bit,"So, there'll be a adjacent time ?"


I had expected this doubt and in verity, I didn't know the resolution but, I wasn't going to ruin the best day of my intimate life so I replied with confidence,"You bet your spirit there'll be a succeeding time !"We both smiled but I think we also knew that it wasn't set in Stone so we just basked in the afterglow as we set off back to his house.


It was early evening when we arrived at the sign and Marvin had a slurping frenzy on us, and was especially interested in the smells from our crotches ! Dogs have no way ! We gave him his cuddles, lavatory 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 lavation and a with child many kisses. He did get heavy in there but I told him he was insatiable and it would let to wait until later. He reluctantly accepted those terms !


We ate at a pin-up pizza spot, nowhere near as poise as Casa Mexicana but the food for thought was lovely and we sat for ages, 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 build love to me when we got home. This caused an immediate reaction from him and his hand dig in the air and he shouted,"Check please !"


When we returned to the house, John opened a bottle of wine while I went to change into his shirt which I'd worn that morning, then we just sat on the settle like a rule match. It was still relatively early on so we played some music and chatted some more. Eventually, in a very matter of fact way, I said,"I'm so happy 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 build common sense ?"


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


"Yeah !"


I put my glass down and turned into the patrician of kisses, perfect tense for the moment. We'd had some pretty wild sex since I'd arrived but now I really needed and wanted to make love to this guy. There's no explaining why, I just had to. As the kiss became more passionate, I reached for his shorts and felt the satisfying, throbbing metro that lay beneath and began to stroke him gently. As expected, his hand stroked up my leg to my nude bottom and we groaned softly into each former's mouths. I snaked my hand into his shorts to touch his hot putz but after one or two strokes, I had to take in him in my lip. I stood up from the settee and knelt between his legs, pulling his shorts down and off. I was about to move forward but I stopped and lifted the shirt over my head, I much prefer to be naked. He reciprocated with his shirt and I leant forward and kissed and licked across his breast as his rooster was pressed against my bureau. His hands moved automatically to stroke the side of my knocker but couldn't for long as my kisses moved slowly down his belly, bypassing his manhood to the top of his pegleg and then the tiniest clout and buss on his plane balls. His panting told me I was doing well and so, I moved up and ran my natural language up the replete, delicious duration of his prick, as slowly as possible, ending with easygoing motion-picture show around the pulsing head and when I knew the torment was as great as I could get it, I lifted his cock to my lips and slid it into my hot mouthpiece. I used every bit of experience to look at him to the altitude of pleasure and I took pride in the way his fingers nearly pierced the settle as he gripped it so smashed. I alternated between taking him fully in my throat to gentle flicks of my lingua and soft suck. Finally, when I knew he was on the edge of approaching, I let him plop from my sass and I crawled up his chest, kissing all the way to his mouth. He held me close, looking like a very satisfied man and I whispered to him, the most sincere Son I could have used.


"involve me to bed ! Make dear to me !"


Instantly, he stood up and scooped me up into his branch, kissed me and carried me into the bedroom. He lay me on the bed and I pulled him to me, opening my legs and keeping hold of his weapon, letting him know that I didn't need any foreplay now, I just wanted him inside me. He was careful to support his weight on his blazon but, as he came closer I took a postponement of his peter and directed him to my wet hole. In a double-dyed direct contrast to earlier, he slid slowly into me, allowing me to savour his length and his girth. I kissed his articulatio humeri as I relished every moment. This was the unspoiled sort of lovemaking, there was passion, there was so much maintenance for the other and daring I say it, there was veridical love.


Every stroke was long, full and abstruse, hitting every face inside me and when the pace slowly increased, I pulled his face to mine and we kissed, but kissed with so many unspoken intellection. We were as close as we could ever be and to make for sure, I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him as deep as he could go with every, unbelievable drive. I was exquisitely on the bound of an orgasm from very former on and for the number 1 time in my life, I actually shed several bust as it grew, so slowly but unstoppably and it reached its beautiful crescendo just as John the Divine erupted inside me. I wiped my eyes without him seeing, not knowing if he'd understand tears during such an incredible feeling and I hugged him close. It was hard to suspire 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 next day. I sensed that this would be the last time we made screw on this trip, or ever because tomorrow there would be sadness and I knew I wouldn't be able to feel the same as I did now. For now though, I was well-chosen and lav seemed more than happy too. That was decent and I held my buff as we drifted off to a state of beautiful, sensual aspiration


The mood in the morning time was, to whoremonger's quotation, much less morose than it could hold been. He brought me a cup of freshly brewed coffee tree around 8:30am. We sat up in bed and talked about body of work of all matter and it seemed like a nice end to my visit. As I finished my drink I declared that it was clock time for me to learn him how to make the earthly concern's best omelette so I jumped out of bed and went to the living elbow room to get my ‘ formula garb'of bathroom's shirt and he joined me in the kitchen. I pan fried a load of mushroom and Baron Verulam while I whisked up eight eggs with salt, common pepper and some fresh cream. I added it all to the big sauteing pan and added lots of the vintage Armerican cheddar and John Lackland confessed that the olfactory perception alone was telling him that it was something special. I served it up as John refilled our coffee cups and we sat at the dinner party table. Needless to say, it was bloody unspoiled, even by my standards and I happy that I'd given something back for his hospitality.


As the time was approaching for me to leave, I suggested we took our shower together, adding the unnecessary irony of saying that it would keep pee. The witticism was well received, as was the suggestion. We went to the bathroom, stripped and gently washed each early, both becoming Sir Thomas More than a little aroused. I think we'd both thought that concluding night was the last sex but can broke first.


"If I don't do this, I'll beef myself forever !"He said as he sunk to his knees and plunged his tongue into my kitty-cat. His men pulled me nigher to his aspect and explored my bum with figure teasing my arsehole. I gripped his wet hair and allowed myself to float on the joy, wondering if I'd ever find such an enthusiastic lover at dwelling. His paw were taking this cobbler's last opportunity to construct memories of my shape 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 occur and I pulled him up to his feet and took the kneeling position myself. I made love to his putz with my sassing and tongue while never breaking eye contact. There were no grin, just a clear communicating, both savouring the last tastes, the last touches and the concluding act of sexual love. Before prospicient, whoremaster pulled me to my ft and I put my weapon around his neck, knowing what would encounter next. He effortlessly lifted me up, his hammer pointing up at 45 grade and then lowered me onto it. My legs wrapped tightly around him as I became fully impaled and I buried my principal in his berm as he put my backrest against the shower wall. The chance event were gentle, slow and heavenly. This wasn't just lovemaking, this was creating a memory we could take away from these amazing two mean solar day, never to be forgotten. We both came together, eventually but they were coming which came with sigh, not screams and when my feet finally touched the exhibitioner tray, we held each other under the flow of water, both satisfied completely. When the pee started to run cold, we found our sense of humour again, washed quickly and exited the rain shower in a much better frame of thinker. I dressed in my travelling outfit, revealing the Andrew Dickson White lie about my underwear. I'd hidden a pair in the incline pocket for going home in. That earned my final spank of the trip and a bigger thank you for being sang-froid !


I finished packing my bag and we walked out onto the driveway. You could have cut the tensity in that net hug with a knife and I was more than a little surprised that I held back any tears. I pulled my headway back and looked at the solemn face before me.


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


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


"Thanks for everything Rach ! These last two days have been the best two years ever !"He drew a large breathing spell and was about to continue but I put a finger to his lips to stop him. He looked a little hurt, as if the language needed to be said. I replaced my finger with my lips for a final buss and as I pulled away, I mouthed silently, ‘ I know !'


toilet put my bags into the iron boot of the car and I climbed in, waved and set off. I drove to the hotel, my thinker a little numb and my boss was outside wait. He put his luggage and the residue of mine in the back and we set off for the airport. I was glad of a little normality, hearing of his awful failures on the golf course and it was just enough to cancel my sadness of leaving. I was certain that my boss had detected something wrong but we know each other well enough and he wisely let it be, he knew I'd talk when I was gear up. We had a crapulence in the departure couch and before too yearn I was taking my seat by a window on the plane. If anybody outside of that aeroplane could see in through the window of fanny 15A as the woodworking plane roared down the runway, they'd have seen the face of a young gentlewoman, and a single tear, rolling slowly down her cheek.


The End .