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Minicik’teki kocaman yarak

Sana ve en yakın arkadaşına takılan iki delikanlıdan sen git daha yakışıklı olanı ayarla, üniversite bitince evlen. Aklını değil ruhunu dinle ve salak gibi yakışıklılığa kan, ergen salak bir kız olarak. Ama dallama askerden döndükten beri evde onbire kadar yatan, işsiz olup iş beğenmeyen, bir de üstüne kelleşip kendini salan bir tipe dönüşsün. Bu yetmezmiş gibi sanki ağaymışçasına ayağına hizmet bekleyen bir ayı çıksın içinden. Sevişirken bile içerden seslensin yataktayım gel geç olmadan sevişelim. Utanmasa hiç kıpırdamayacak çükünü ben kaldıracağım, ben beyimizi yormadan üstünde tepineceğim, o da zıbarıp uyuyacak. Ben iki aydır maaş alamadığım işe gitmek için sabahın köründe kalkarken o dana da uyusun sonra. Yaşanan saçma sapan yarım yamalak seks sonrası sabaha kadar sosyal medyada gezerek yorulduğu için uyumak hakkı. En yakın arkadaşım da gitti küçüklüğümden beri bana asılan abimin de arkadaşı olan diğeri ile evlendi. Kilolu iri yarı herife Minicik derlerdi hep, adı da öyle kaldı aramızda.

Şimdi yeni evlerinde akşam yemeği sofrasında benim işsiz kel yine boş boş iş projeleri anlatır kendini överken, Minicik’in karısı en yakın arkadaşım Merve, yaşgünü için kocasının aldığı arabadan bahsediyor. Evleri saray yavrusu, Minicik, otuz yaşında baba işini üç katına çıkaran bir herif. Parasını da ben yiyeceğime bu karga burunlu, göğüssüz Merve yiyiyor. Evi gezdiriyor. Yatak odaları da yatakları da dev gibi, Merve kocasının gövdesi altında nefessiz kaldığını defalarca anlatmıştı. Ben de nasıl tatsız tutsuz üzerimde tepindiğini. Benim çulsuz ama kendini patron sanan kocam evden çıkarken gömleğimi eteğimin içinden çıkarmış, neymiş kalçalarım gözükmesinmiş. Merve ise kolsuz bir penye ile olmayan göğüslerini, bir tayt ile de tahta götünü sergiliyor. Bugünlerde işleri de sakin keyfi yerinde nasıl kaçacağımı bilemiyorum yataktan, sabahları erken gidiyor da rahat rahat uyuyorum diye anlattıkça daralıyorum. Off iyice çıldıracağım. Yardım bahanesi ile mutfakta gömleğimi içime soktum. Kemeri iyice sıkıp gömleğin göğüslerimi sarmasını sağladım. Ben götürürüm dedim kahveleri. Biraz gözü gönlü açılsın kocasının, daha çok ısrarlı olsaydı neleri kazanacağını görsün. Ah Minicik, lise yıllarımda abimi görmeye geldiği günlerdeki gibi gözlerini kaçırarak vücudumda gezdirdi, pembe yanakları kızardı. Karşısına oturdum, her kaçamak bakışında gülümsedim. Benimkinde olmayan herşeye sahip erkeği ödüllendirmeliyim. Yan dönüp Merve ile konuşurken kıçım ona dönük, onun kocama bakıp konuşurken etek ile gerilen kalçalarımdan başka şeyi görmesi mümkün değil. Biz kalkana kadar sürdü gösterim, gerine gerine gösterdim gömleği geren göğüslerimi, toplanan etekten gözüken bacaklarımı. Kız kıza gülüyormuş gibi öne eğildiğimde tabak gibi çıktı ortaya kalçalarım. Yerinde rahat duramaz oldu, kucağına bir yastık koyup oturdu.

Kıskandı tabi öküz kocam, yolda başladı söylenmeye her yerin meydana çıkmış diye. Gömlek ıslandı mutfakta ne yapayım yabancı mı var, abim sayılır o benim. Eve gittik aynı olağan sevişme. Ben dizi seyrederken içerden emir geldi. Gel ben hazırım uyuyacağım. Hayır demek kavga gürültü, kocaya karşı çıkan kötü kadın olmak onun gözünde. Siki havada yatakta, altı çıplak üstünde atleti. Tam bir seks bombası yani. Soyunup yanına gireceğim, biraz boynumu dudaklarımı öpecek, göğüs uçlarımı okşayacak, kucağına oturtacak, hazır mıyım düşünmeden, bir iki git gelden sonra misyonere geçeceğiz ve ben tam havaya girmek üzereyken yığılıp kalacak üstümde. Beyimizin zevki önemli olduğu için de o değil ben korunacağım. Prezervatife para vermesin diyedir mutlaka bu bahanesi de. Bu ritüelimiz haftanın üç veya dört gecesi aynı. Bu da övünç meselesi, diğer kocalar haftada bir zor yaparmış. Bir olsun da tam olsun, evliliğin ilk günlerindeki heyecanlar ile yaşadığım orgazmlar, uzak bir anı artık. Sonrasında uyuma şansım da yok. Kalk duşunu al öyle yat talimatı peşi sıra gelecek. Ben sabah yedide kalkıp annemden aldığım para öğlen yemeğine kalsın diye yürüyerek işe giderken, beyimiz sözde iş arayacak ama on bire kadar uyuyacak, akşam onda kahveden babasından aldığı cep harçlığı ile dönecek.

Off ilk dersten çıktım aklım dün gecede, o saray yavrusu evde kaldı. Ben olmalıydım o hayatı yaşayan. Ben olmalıydım sabahın köründe buz gibi havada işe yürümek yerine kendi arabamla işe gelen veya çalışmayıp sıcak yatakta tembellik yapan. Sıcak yatakta beni eze eze siken kocamı düşünerek uyuklayacaktım belki de. Kesin kararlıyım artık değişecek bu devran, o ya da bu şekilde. Minicik’e yazmak için bir bahane bulup mesaj attım. Benim herife bir iş ayarlasana şirketinde asgari ücret bile olsa yeter. İş beğenmiyor bir iki şey teklif ettim diye cevap yazdı. Sinirlendim iyice. Haberim yoktu diye üzüntülü bir surat gönderdim. Üzülme sen ayarlarım bir şeyler senin üzülmene dayanamam cevabına teşekkür öpücüğü emojisi gönderdim. Sonra derse girene kadar devam etti yazışmamız havadan sudan, biliyorum sıkıntılarınızı Merve biraz anlattı cümlesine tekrar üzüntülü surat gönderdim, böyle güzel karısı var seni mutlu etmek için her şeyi yapmalı aslında diye cevap yazdı sonra da ekledi konuşayım istersen. İltifat hoşuma gitti, yıllar önce abimin ağzını yoklamış benim için, hayır cevabımdan sonra ikiletmemişti. Hala boş değil demek ki bana. Biraz bekleyip inceldiği yerden kopsun harekatıma başladım. Abi ya aman boşver dedim doğru düzgün kocalığını mı gördük evlendiğimizden beri, konuşsan değişecek mi öküz yazdım. Merve ondan da bahsetti diye gülücük gönderince utanmış bir surat gönderdim. Merve sizden de bahsetti diye cevabı yapıştırdım. Ne yapayım biraz kendimi fazla kaptırıyorum, o da bana fazla ufak tefek. İyice açılmıştık artık. En azından sizinkinin anlatacak bir yanı var diyerek pası ortaya bıraktım. Bir beş altı dakika yazamadı. Derse girmek üzereyken çıkışta uğrasana üzgünsün aklım sende kalır şimdi, kahvemi içer dertleşiriz yazınca tamam yazdım sadece. Zaten beklediğim de buydu.

Ders çıkışı okulun servisi ile eve attım kendimi. Baldızın kınasında kadın kadına olduğum için giydiğim geniş V yakalı kısa elbiseyi geçirdim üstüme. Külotlu çoraplarımı çıkartıp şeffaf uzun çoraplarım ile bacaklarımı belli ettim. Elbisenin beline bir kemer takınca da neredeyse miniye döndü etek boyu. En son uzun montumu giymeden parfüme bulandım. Ya sen işe gireceksin kocacım ya da Minicik sevgili karın Şeyma’nın bir yerlerine girecek ama hangisi olursa olsun elimiz biraz para görecek. Beyaz gerdanım göğüs çatalıma kadar ortada ve göğüslerimin şekli dar elbiseden belli. Cebimde kalan on lirayı harcamamak için dolmuşa binmeden yürüyerek ofisine gittim. Asansörde rujumu tazeledim. Koskocaman katta yıllardır tanıdığım sekreteri karşıladı, içeri girdiğimde telefonda konuşuyordu. Karşısındaki koltukları işaret etti, tam masanın karşısına gelen ikili koltuğa otururken montumu çıkardım. Bol etek kısmını havalandırarak yerleştim, etek dizlerimin oldukça üstünde kaldı oturunca. Telefondakini dinlerken gözleri büyüdü ve vücudumu baştan aşağıya süzdü. Bu sefer gözlerini kaçırmadı beni seyrederek o da gelip karşımdaki koltukta devam etti konuşmasına. Kahvem geldi bile. Çok şıksınız dedi yaşlı sekreteri, buradan bir düğüne gidiyoruz diye gönderdim başımdan.

Ne bu güzellik bugün her zamankinden bile güzelsin dedi telefonu kapatır kapatmaz. Yok ya sıkıntıdan kendimi iyi hissetmek için değişiklik yapayım diyerek gülümsedim. Kıpkırmızı oldu bile tombul yanakları. O da haklı genç kızlığından bu yana ona ters davranan kadın iki gündür her yerini sergiliyor karşısında. Ne yapacağını ne diyeceğini bilememesi doğal. Beyaz ince çoraplarım ile karşısında uzanan bacaklarımda gözleri dolaşıyor, deri koltuğa gömüldüğüm için zaten dizimin bir karış üstünde kalan etek, kalçalarıma kadar yapışmış halde. Üç beş boş laftan sonra, kocam hakkımdaki tüm şikayetlerimi sıralıyorum, evlilikten hiç bir beklentimin karşılanmadığının üstüne basa basa. Bacak bacak üstüne atıp geri yaslanırken neredeyse her yerimi sergiliyorum artık. Bacaklarımın arasına anlık bir bakışını yakalıyorum. Kahve bardağını bırakmak için eğilip pozisyonumu bozmuyorum, göğüs dekolteme kayıyor gözleri. Artan kızarıklığı ile birşeyler geveliyor sadece. Tekrar geri yaslandığımda etek boyum mini şorta inmiş durumda. Nasıl çözeceğiz sizin sorunları gibi bir laf atıyor ortaya. Gözleri doğrudan bacak aramda artık. Konuyu alevlendirmek için dert bir değil ki mutlu ettiği ne var ki hangisini çözeceğiz gibi cümleler söylerken yine telefonu çalıyor. Telefon için kalkarken önündeki kabarıklık saklanacak gibi değil, kumaş pantolondan bile belli. Kendime bakıyorum eteğim tahmin ettiğim gibi kaba etlerime kadar sıyrılmış. Az evvel oturduğu yerden açık renk çamaşırımı bile görmüştür büyük ihtimal.

Telefonu kısa kesip masada kaldı. Önündeki o sertlikle gezinmek istemiyor kesin. Bir iş yaratalım bakalım şuna ama kabul etmezse yapacak başka bir şeyim yok diyor. Aman tak etti artık canıma abi diyorum, sana minnettar kalır herşeyi yaparım borçlu kalmamak için. Yıllardır istediğim bir tek şey var aslında cümlesi hırıltı ile çıkıyor ağzından. Duymamazlıktan gelip nedir o demiyorum. Gözlerinin içi de kızarmış alnı terlemiş durumda. Tüm çekingen tavırlarına rağmen, karşımdaki sağlıklı bir erkek ve karşısında her yerini sergileyen bir kadın var. İyi bile dayandı. Ofis telefonunu açıp biz buradan yemeğe çıkacağız, sen beni bekleme çık deyip kapatıyor. Cep telefonunu açıyor şimdi, uzaktan gelen kocamın sesini tanıyorum. Bak güzel bir iş var yeni şantiyede, oradaki adamları çekip çevirecek senin gibi bir yöneticiye ihtiyaç var. Yönetici mi tek başına çorap bile giyemez ki o. İyi akşam kahveden ben gelmeden kalkmayın yemek yer ayrıntısını konuşuruz diye devam ediyor.

İstediğini aldın hiç ihtiyacım olmayan bir pozisyon yarattım kocana. Sağol abi diyorum borçlu kaldım sana. Ayağa kalkmadan kravatını çıkartıyor, gömleğinin kollarını kıvırıyor, ayağa kalktığında ise önündeki şişlik yumruğum kadar. O halde kalkıp yanıma oturur oturmaz dudaklarıma yapışıyor. Beklediğim bu ama yine de biraz geri çekiyorum kendimi. Boynumu sertçe kavrayıp tekrar dudaklarıma yapışırken diğer eli göğsüme yapıştı bile. Dur abi yanlış bu yaptığın diyorum. Kendimi ağır satmak veya istemediğimden değil. Aklıma ilk gelen cümle bu. Bir de altına yatmayı kafaya koyup gelmek ile bunun gerçekleşeceğini fark etmek ayrı şeyler.

Sikerim yanlışını da seni de hırlaması ile bacaklarımı koltuğun üzerine çekip üzerime abanıyor. Dev gibi cüssesi ile bacaklarımı kaldırması ve üzerime yığılması çocuk oyuncağı onun için. Abi dur derken o boynuma saldırdı bile. Bacaklarım iki yana ayrılmış boynumu yalarken göbeği altında eziliyorum. Dudakları dudaklarımda. Etli tombul dudakları ile ağzımı kavrıyor. Ohhh seni o kadar istedim ki. Karım olacaksın birazdan, offf ne sıcak. Kocaman eli bacak aram ile buluşmuş bile. Beni de bir sıcak bastı şimdi. Karısından uzunum ama yine de bu kilolu cüssesin altında nefessiz ter içinde kalmış haldeyim. Sikilmek için gelmiştim sikecekti birazdan yine de iki elim yanda tepkisizim herifin altında. Doğal inlemelerim dışında tepkisiz. Elbisenin V yakası içinden elini sokup bir göğsümü kavradığında elbisenin yakasından yırtılma sesi geldi. Elleri ne kadar büyük, iri sayılabilecek göğüslerimden birini tek eli ile kavramış, etli dudakları ile boynum ve dudaklarım arasında gezmekte. Göğsüme gelem ilk dil darbesi ile inlemeleri tamamen serbest bırakıyorum.

Biraz doğrulup elbisemi iyice yukarı topladı, belimi kaldırarak yardım ettim ben de. Artık dönüş yok oyuna da gerek yok. Bir elini çamaşırım üstünden kadınlığıma atarken, daha sesli inlemeye başladım. Am dediğin böyle olmalı diyerek daha sert avuçladı. Şimdi parmakları çıplak tenimde. Elini çekmeden tek eli ile kemerini çıkarmaya çalıştı. Doğrulup yardım ettim çözmesine. Boştaki eli ile fermuarını indirdi. Pantolon ile külodunu çekeleyerek belinden düşürdü. Bacaklarım katlanmış kadınlığımı keşfeden parmaklarının baskısı ile inlerken, karşıma sahibine benzer bir organ çıktı. Tombul, altındaki şişman traşlı torbaları sallanan, tombul gövdesi açık renk, yine pembemsi mor kalın başı yukarı bakan bir alet. Tek gördüğüm sik olan kocamınkiyle uzaktan yakından ilgisi yok. Karım olmak üzeresin, hazır amcığın diyerek bacaklarımı iyice ayırdı. Evet hazır, sanki bir şeyler şimdiden damlıyor içinden. Yapma dedim yeniden, sanki etkisi olacak sanki tek istediğim sikilmek değilmiş gibi. İki eli ile omuzlarımı bastırdı, acıdı omuzlarım, şişman gövdesi ile iyice bacak arama yerleşti. Sikinin başını çamaşırımda sonra kadınlığımın üst taraflarında hissettim. Sert ve kalın. Oralarıma değen kocamın sikinden daha geniş bir alana baskı yapıyor. Bir iki defa daha denedi kanepe üzerindeki garip halimizden girişime yerleşemediği için omuzlarımı bastıran bir eli ile bacaklarımı iyice açtı, diğer eli çamaşırımı yana çekince sikinin baskısı kadınlığımı kapladı. Kilodumu bile çıkarmadan sikecek beni. Elleri tekrar omuzlarımdan bastırdı, kanepeye gömüldüm iyice, ağzını kapa dedi, anlamadım. Çok kısa sürede anladım. İçime saplanan sik dar bir deliğe giren piton gibi yara yara yerleşti kadınlığıma. Bağırtımı susturmak için bir eli ile ağzımı kapadı. Siki iyice yerleşince durdu, çıkar lütfen çıkar çıkar diye ağzımı kapatan eli altından zor konuşarak çırpındım altında. Tombul yanakları kırmızı, gözleri gözlerimde bekledi. İçimde parçalanmanın yangını, karnım dev göbeği altında ezilmiş, elinin kapattığı ağzımdan zor nefes alarak çaresizce bekledim ben de. Elini çekti, karım oldun işte, karımsın diye beli oynamaya başladı. Amına girerken ki gözlerini hayal ettim hep, hayalden çok daha güzel diye hızlandı. Ohh kızlığım giderken bu kadar gerilmemişti içim. Ter, sancı ve artan bir zevk.

Kalın kolları ile bacaklarımı iyice havaya dikti, dizlerinin üstünde daha hızlı bir tempo ile sikmeye başladı. Kızarmış alnında ter damlaları birikiyordu, aynı terleme kasıklarımdan benim vücuduma da yayılıyordu. Nasıl alabildim bu kadar kalın bir aleti. İçimdeki doluluk hissi kıpırtısız bırakıyor, kadınlığımın içi ise sanki tüm göbeğimi kaplayacak kadar genişlemiş. Her darbesinde birisi yakamdan çıkmış diğeri sütyen içindeki göğüslerim savruluyor. Yıllar önce yapabilirdik, sadece benim olabilirdin diyerek aynı hızla üzerime abandı. Göğüslerim ağırlığı altında ezildi iyice. O da ben de ter içindeyiz, hiç bu kadar terlememiştim sevişirken. Karım oldun bak karım oldun oo. İyi sikiyor muyum karımı. Tekrar ağırlığını verdi üzerime. Terden yüzüme yapışmış saçlarım. Dayanmak mümkün değil, bu kalınlıkta bir sikin verdiği zevke, sızıya, doygunluğa. Özlediğim orgazm kasılmaları ele geçirdi artık bünyemi. Ahh çok güzel sikiyon ahhh bak gözlerimden yaş geliyor ahhhh. Ben de boşalayım mı aşkım off ne güzel amcığının içi. Nefessizim hem üstümdeki ağırlıktan hem de kadınlığımdaki bayramdan. Durma boşal dememle dev elleri koparacak gibi iki göğsüme yapışıyor, koparacak gibi sıkıp devam ediyor batırmaya. Elleri terlemiş göğsümden kayarken son bir darbesi ile bağırıyorum o ise içimde duruyor. İçimdeki yangının ne olduğunu biliyorum. Mümkünmüş gibi kalın siki başı sanki daha da kalınlaşıp kalp gibi atıyor, içime lavlar bırakıyor. Üç dört dakika sürdü tüm sevişmemiz ama ikimizde savaştan çıkmış gibiyiz.

Dudaklarımı öperek tek aşkımsın gibi sözler fısıldayarak çıkıyor içimden. Yan yana nefes nefese duruyoruz, yarı giyiniğiz ikimiz de. Kalın sikin üstünden dölleri akıyor hala. Çantamdan gelen telefon vızıldamasını zar zor duyuyorum. Kocam arıyor. Her zamanki öküzlüğü ile nerdeydin iki kere aradım, diye söyleniyor. Ev işi yapıyordum duymadım diye başımdan savıyorum. Bacaklarım kapalı ama kadınlığım hala açıkmış gibi hissederek eteğimi elbiseyi toparlamaya çalışıyorum. Elbisenin yakası sökülmüş göğüslerim yarı ortada. Akşam yemeğe gelmeyeceğim diyor, Minicik nihayet akıllanmış bana bir müdürlük verecek, gece gelince kırmızıları giy kutlarız deyip kahkaha atıyor. Kırmızı iç çamaşırlarım tek fantezisi. Ben telefon ile konuşurken Minicik de giyinmiş karşımda hazır. Ayağa kalkarken zorlanıyorum dengemi bulmak için. Başım dönüyor. Elbiseyi yırtmışsın diye takılıyorum. Ayaktayız yüz yüze eli kalçalarıma iniyor küçük bir öpücük dudaklarıma. Birazdan kendin çıkarırsın yırtılmaz. Geç oldu eve gitmem lazım deyince gülüyor. Evet size gideceğiz zaten ve seni o kavatın yatağında bir kere daha sikeceğim. Olmaz diyorum olur olur burada istediğim gibi sikemedim. Kendimden geçtim daha nasıl sikecek ki. Yakalanırsak diye heyecanlanıyorum, bir şey olmayacak rahat ol, giy montunu çıkalım.

Dev gibi jeepinde bize doğru yola çıkıyoruz. Kendimi temizleyemedim bile, çamaşırımdaki bacakaramdaki ıslaklığın çoğu onun dölleri. Bizde olmaz diye tekrarlıyorum. Bindiğimizden beri iki aşık gibi tuttuğu elimi bırakıp arabadan kocamı arıyor. Kocamın sesi arabada yankılanırken eli bacaklarımı okşuyor. Benim işim uzadı siz benden kebap filan söyleyin, gelince öderim, bekleyin. Beleş yemek duyan kocamın sesindeki mutluluk arabada çınlıyor. Tamam sen gelmeden kalkmayız. Nasıl kalksın ki hesabı ödeyecek olan Minicik. Yine el ele konuşmadan eve kadar geliyoruz. Yüz metre ileride iniyorum, kapıya gelince ara zile basma sakın ben açarım apartman kapısını diyerek acele ile inmeye çalışıyorum. Elimi bırakmıyor. Üstünde hiç bir şey olmasını istemiyorum diyor, on dakika zaman ver bana diye çıkıyorum arabadan.

Eve girince fark ediyorum kalbimin çok hızlı attığını. Montu atıyorum yere. Bacak aramdan çorabımın üzerinden sızan soğuk sıvıya dokununca elime dölleri geliyor. Elbisenin yırtık yakasından sütyenim ortada. Üzerimdeki her şeyi banyoda çıkarıp makineye tıkıyorum. Yıkanmaya fırsat olmadan telim çalıyor. Kapıya gelmiş bile. Kimse görmeden içeri girmesi lazım, otomata basıyorum. Merdivenleri çıktığını duyunca da evin kapısını açıyorum. Yüzüne bile bakmadan sarıldığım havlu içinde banyodayım diye koşuyorum içeri. Kadınlığımın çevresi kızarmış sanki, ılık su ile temizleniyorum, göğüslerimde bir sızı var. Aynaya bakınca fark ediyorum sol göğsümde iki pembe kızarıklık. Parmaklarının izi. Kocam görürse ne yaparım. Bunları düşünerek banyodan çıkmamla çığlık atıyorum. Yatağımın üzerinde çırılçıplak bir dev beklemiyordum. Dikkat et biraz göğüslerimde iz bırakmışsın. Nerede diye üzerime sarındığım havluyu çekerek yatağa deviriyor beni de.

Kocam görse ne diyeceğim. Bir iki gün hastalandım de sevişme geçer, benimki sikilmekten bitap düşünce hep aynı yalanı atar. Haksız değil dememe gülüşüyoruz. Yatak içinde öpüşerek birbirimizin göğüslerini okşayarak oynaşıyoruz. Hep sana yakın olmak için Merve ile takıldım, sonunda karım oldu ama hiç sevemedim. Hele yatakta hiç istediğim gibi olamadı. Yatakta oynaşırken bunları anlatıyor. Ama o pek şikayetçi değil diyorum. Sen de bir saat önce pek memnundun diye dudaklarıma yapışıyor tekrar. Kocaman dili ağzımda, aşağıda düşündüm, senin okula yakın bir ev tutacağım istediğimiz zaman istediğimiz kadar doyasıya sevişeceğiz. Eli bacakarama indi, bırakamam seni karımsın artık, boynuma göğüslerime iniyor kalın dudakları, göğüs uçlarım kayboluyor ağzımda. Bırakma seninim. Senin yüzünden sıska karıya kaldım yıllardır borcun var bana sike sike alacağım. Gülüyoruz. Yine dudaklarımda. Dev elin kalın iki parmağı da kadınlığımın girişini kaplamış durumda. Sikilmek istiyor bak, şimdiden hazır mısın karıcığım, evet hazır yavaş yavaş ama diye inliyorum. Boynumu emerken fısıldıyor, sik beni kocacığım de sik beni amcığım senin de. Parmağı içime gömüldü şimdiden, hadi kocacığım, koca sikli kocam, bak seni bekliyor.

Üstüme tırmanıyor, bacaklarımı iyice aralıyorum bu sefer. O devi almanın en kolay yolu bu. Göğüslerime saldırıyor. Acıtma lütfen. Mümkün mü. Pençe gibi elleri. Merve kimbilir ne acılar çekmiştir. Tek eli kızın belini kavrar, siki kolundan kalındır. Kocaman yumuşak dudakları göğüs uçlarımı büyütüyor. Offf hiç mi yenilmedi bu memeler, taş taş. Göbeğime inince gıdıklanıyorum, bacaklarımı iyice aralayıp havaya dikiyor. Pençeleri kalçalarımda, off göt dediğin bu işte, sert sert sıkıyor aynı anda kalçalarımı, dili kadınlığımın dışında sonra bacaklarımın arasında geziyor. Ah belki aylar var kocamın oralara inmediği. Aşağıya bakıyorum tombul yanakları kıpkırmızı olmuş, bacak içlerimi öpüyor, kadınlığıma övgüler düzüyor. Offf beklenmediğim anda o koca dil yan taraftan bir tur ile amının tamamını geziyor. Etli dudakları kadınlığımın dudakları ile buluşuyor. Ballı bu amcık ballı. Ye kocacığım ye demem ile, ohh benim etli amcıklım sesleri ile saldırıyor. Pençeleri şimdi göğüslerimde. Arada ah her yerini aynı anda yemek istiyorum derken ayrılıyor aşağıdan. Göğüslerini, amını, dudaklarını aynı anda istiyorum güzel karımın. Aşk ile ama eze eze geziyor her yerimi. Bacak arama tekrar indiğinde kafasını biraz bastırıyorum orada kalması için kocan amını yiyecek şimdi diyor, ye karını senin amcığın o diye inleyince saldırıyor. Arada ayrılıp amımı seyredip tekrar saldırıyor. Etli siki gibi kalın dili içime girdikçe yatak odamda yılardır duyulmayan çığlıklarım başlıyor. Gözlerimden yaşlar süzülürken, dudakları arasında hapsettiği bızırımı bırakması için başını itekliyorum. Karnımda özlediğim kelebekler uçuşuyor. Geriliyor bacaklarım. Unuttuğum orgazm bir günde ikinci defa karşımda. Doyamadım tadına bal gibi amcığın diyerek yanıma uzanıp göğüslerimi dilliyor. Uçları tavanı gösteriyor göğüslerimin, hadi sikim seni bekliyor aşkım.

Beni üzerine çekiyor. Dizlerinin üzerine oturup siki kavrıyorum üzerine oturmak için, ıslat biraz istersen daha rahat olur. Benim de istediğim o aslında ama bir anda saldırmak istemedim sikine. Dev başını dilimle geziyorum. Başı ağzımın kenarını gerse de ağzıma sığıyor. Aferin karıcığıma aferin. Nasıl soktun bunu bana kocacığım diyerek boydan boya yalıyorum. Bu sik için ayrı bir seans ayırmalı. Dakikalarca yalanacak güzellikte. Elim çevresini zor sarıyor. Başını emiyorum tekrar. Sok artık amcığına. Parlayan siki girişime ayarlayıp yavaşça kendimi bırakıyorum. Köküyle buluştuğumda bu sefer acıdan ve sancıdan bir çığlık kopuyor ağzımdan. Bürodaki dar alandaki sevişmede bu kadar girmemişti demek içime. Kalçalarıma yapışıp kıpırdamamı engelliyor, tamam geçti yavaşça yavaşça sikeceğim güzel karımı. Off bu şeyi soktuğu karıları sakinleştirme yöntemi bu galiba. Amcığın alev alev eritecek sikimi, sevdin mi kocanın sikini derken üzerinde terlemem artarak salınıyorum. At gibi sikin, at değil tokmak sikliyim ben, ohh evet tokmak sikli kocam. Artık hafif hafif oturup kalkabiliyorum üstünde. Kalkınca kadınlığımın içi geri kazınıyor gibi, beynimin içi uyuşuyor. O ise göğüs uçlarımı eziyor bir yandan. Birazdan ne olacak biliyor musun güzel götlüm diye kalçalarımı tokatlıyor. Ne olacak derken sesim inlememle uzuyor, seni altıma alıp sikeceğim, sik istediğin gibi sik. Evimizde kıçını da tokatlayacağım. Ohh kızart, kızart götümü.

Çevirip altına aldı tek defada gömdü tekrar sikini. Bacaklarım omzunda hızlanarak girmesi korkunç bir doluluk ve sürtünme ile çıldırtıyor içimi. Bacaklarım göğsündeki terden ıslanıyor, kayıyor. Sert sert dibimi bularak vuruyor. Kocan söyledi mi hiç bana ne derlerdi gençken gittiğimiz orospular. Zorla soruyorum ne derlerdi oohhh, geldi bizim osurtan derlerdi. Hızlanarak üzerime abanıyor. Yüz kiloluk gövdesi şiddetle çarpıp ayrılıyor vücudumdan, siki dibimde bir yerleri parçalıyor sanki. Seni de şimdi öyle sikeceğim yılların acısını çıkartacağım osurta osurta. Bu ne demek düşünecek halim yok. Vücudum ter içinde, ellerimle çarşaftan güç almaya üzerimden anlık ayrılmalarımda ise nefes almaya çalışıyorum. Yatağın kenarına kadar çekeliyor beni, bacaklarım katlı onun ayakları yerde sert sert girip çıkıyor. En azından göğsümde ağırlığı yok, nefes alabiliyorum. Kadınlığımdaki kıvılcım, karnımda havai fişek gösterisine dönüyor. Kavatın yatağında mı sikiyorum karımı, offf ne güzel amcığının içi. Boşalmam sürerken beni daha da katlıyor şimdi pençeleri ile alttan kavradığı kalçalarım yataktan kesilmiş o her vurdukça çığlık çığlığa bağırıyorum. Doğururken ancak bu kadar genişlerim her halde. Geri çekilip içimden çıkıp tekrar vurdukça içim hava doluyor, pompa gibi kalın siki. Çarşafı sıkmaktan ellerim, katlanmaktan belim kasılmış durumda. Tekrar üzerime yığılıp o dev cüsseden beklenmeyen bir hızda giriş çıkışa başlıyor, bacaklarım farklı yönlere gerilerek bir boşalma eziyeti daha başlıyor. En yoğun orgazmım ama nefessiz ter içindeyim, üstümdeki dev vurdukça odada çığlıklarım ve arkamdan çıkan sesler yankılanıyor. Ohh dediği gibi gaz çıkarıyorum vurdukça. Utanmam mı lazım, gözlerimden süzülen orgazm yaşları. Gözlerimi açsam bile görüntü bulanık. Ahh bu orgazmdan da öte, nerde olduğumu unutturan bir sarhoşluk. Kenara devrilmesi ile derin nefes alabiliyorum. Baygınlık ve sarhoşluk sınırında geziyorum.

Göğüs uçlarım ile oynayıp dudaklarımı emiyor. Kalkıp tuvalete gidip giyinmesini terden sırılsıklam halimle seyrediyorum. Üzerime eğilip seni seviyorum karıcığım demesine, uzun uzun dilini emerek cevap veriyorum. Bir saat sonra filan duş yapıp çarşafları değiştiriyorum. Yeni işinden memnun sikini bana indirmeye gelen kocama adetim var diye kıçımı dönüp uyuyorum.

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Pasif-Aleyna – Hakan ile – 5

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Pasif-Aleyna – Hakan ile – 5
Tekrardan selam size başından geçen başka hikayeyi anlatıcam. Hikayeme başlıyorum. Kendimi tanıtıyım. Adım, Aleyna 19 yaşındayım, pasifim. Gerçekten dolgun ve çıkık bir popom var. Tanga giymeye ve ilişkilerde kadın gibi davranmaya bayılırım. Tüysüzümdür.
Bu hikaye Hakan ile 4 adlı hikayenin devamıdır…
Klozetten kalktım ve içeri yatağa gittim. Bayağı yorulmuştuk artık, biraz nefeslenmek ve enerji toplamak için bir şeyler yemeliydik, Hakan dışarıdan bir şeyler söyleyeceğim dedi bende tamam dedim sen nasıl istersen hemen üstümüze şortları çektik falan, yemekleri sipariş ettik. Yemekler geldi ve yedik. Daha sonra yemekler bitti ben hemen içeri gidip ağzımı yıkadım daha sonra Hakan’da. Çünkü ağız kokusundan nefret ediyorum. Mide bulandırıcı.
Bir süre daha dinlenmek için televizyon falan izledik. Yan yana oturuyorduk, Hakan hadi sen git içerden bir şeyler giyin ve gel buraya artık dedi. Bende gittim odadan çorap ve tanga tarzı bir iç çamaşırını takarak geldim. Hakan zaten açmış sikini sıvazlıyordu. Hemen yanına oturdum ve elimle ona 31 çekmeye başladım. Biraz çektikten sonra hafifçe ona doğru koltukta domaldım ve sikini yalamaya koyuldum. Yala güzelim yala diyordu Hakan önümde. Eliyle kalçalarımı okşuyordu. Parmaklarını deliğime götürüyordu. Bacaklarını tamamıyla açtı bu arada kalçalarıma tokat atıyordu.
Daha sonra kalktım ve önüne diz çöktüm ve ordan yalayama başladım. Elimi göğüslerine götürüp okşuyordum. Sikini kaldırıp taşaklarını yalıyordum. Hakan harikasın bebeğim yalamaya devam et diyordu. Hakan önümde mayışmış kendini bana bırakmıştı. Sikini sonuna kadar alıp bırakıyordum. Taşakları tükürük içinde kalmıştı. Hakan harikasın devam et devam et diyordu. Yorulunca elime alıyor 31 çekiyor daha sonra tekrar saksoya başklıyordum. Sikini kaldırıyor taşaklarından kafasına kadar dondurma yalar gibi dilimle çıkıyordum. Hakan ayağa kalktı ve tekrardan ağzıma verdi. Harika devam et içine giricem dedi. Ben biraz yaladım ve domaldım. Hakan arkamdan yavaşça geldi ve içime girdi.
Girer girmez ritmik harekete başladı. Ahh harikasın bebeğim sik hadi diyordum. Hakan bir hızlanıyor bir yavaşlıyordu. Devam diyordum. Sik götümü sadece senin diyordum. Hızlandıkça acıtıyordu. İçime köküne kadar sokuyor kalçalarını oynatıyor sonra çıkartıyor tekrar yapıyordu. Biraz acıyordu, ama harikaydı sikmeye devam ediyordu. Sonra içimden çıktı.
Önünde sırt üstü uzandım ve o pozisyonda içime girdi. Ohh harikasın Hakan devam et canım hadi diyordum hakan daha da fazla yükleniyordu. Daha fazla azdırıyordu bu laflarım onu. Kalçalarından tutup daha hızlı çekiyordum kendime. Ritmik küt küt diye sesler geliyordu. O da baldırlarıma kuvvet uygulayarak üstüme daha sert geliyor içime daha seri giriyordu. Süpersin diyordum devam devam Hakan üstümde suratı büzüş büzüş oluyordu bana bakıyor gülüyor tekrardan büzüşüyordu. Hızlanıyor yavaşlıyordu harika gidiyordu. Daha sonra içinmden çıktı.
Ayağa kalktım ve sikini yalamaya başladım biraz yaladıktan sonra hakan oturdu bende sırtım ona dönük şekilde ilk önce götümü tükürükleyerek üstüne oturdum. Ayaklarımı koltuğun üstüne koydum ve zıplamaya başladım. Zıpladıkça Hakan alttan çıldırıyordu. Kalçalarımı sıkıyordu. Bende taşaklarıyla oynuyordum elimle masaj yapıyordum. Kalçalarımdan tutarak daha hızlı zıplatmaya çalışıyordu. Böyle olmuyor dedi gülerek beni kaldırdı yere tekrar domalttı ve arkama geçti ve içime girdi.
Kalçalarımdan tutarak beni hızlı hızlı sikmeye başladı ben ahh dedikçe Hakan ohh harikasın bebeğim süpersin diyordu. Sallanan kalçalarıma tokat atıyordu. Yukardan sikine tükürdü bir kısmı kuyruk sokumuma geldi. Sikini çıkardı ordaki tükürüğü sikikle deliğime getirdi ve tekrar kayganlaşan sikiyle hızlanmaya başladı. Hafiften tokatlara da devam ediyordu. Çok hızlıydı bugün kısaca inanılmazdı yani. Köküne kadar sokuyordu. Ben önünde ah demekten nefessiz kalmıştım. Bir süre sonra çıktı içimden beni yan yatırdı oda arkama yan geçti ve sikini içime soktu bacağımı baldırımdan tuttu ve kalçalarını ileri geri yaparak beni sikmeye başladı. Bense elimi onun bacağını tutmak için uzatmıştım. Böyle bir süre sikmeye devam etti.
Kaldırdı ve kucağına tekrardan suratım ona dönük şekilde oturttu. Kalçalarım sıkarak ve alttan seri vuruşlar yaparak beni sikmeye başladı. Harikaydı. Kalçalarıma tokat atıyordu. Bense yoruldukça sikinin üstünde kalçalarımı oynatıyordum. Sonunda Hakan artık boşalacaktı. Beni tekrardan kaldırdı ve domalttı. İçime girdi ve hızlıca git gel yapmaya başladı. Artık gelecekti baya kasılıyordu ki ahh diyerek sikini içimden çekti ve göt aramı sanki siker gibi ileri geri yaparak sırtıma kadar boşaldı. Boşaldı ve ondan sonra Hakan perte çıktı. Bir süre sonra duş aldık ve o günün sonunu böyle getirdik.
Aslında 1 hikaye daha çıkabilirdi ama yeterli sanırım bu hikaye bu kadar. Herkeze teşekkürler…

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This story stands alone pretty well, but it constitutes another part in a series. The series begins with a story called “Fire Pole,” about these people and how they meet. The scene is upstairs in Nancy’s apartment over her hair salon.

Nancy braced a hand on Sean’s chest, and with the other, guided him home into her pussy. The first sweet push inside set her tingling again. Men have no idea, she thought.

Truly; for although Sean noticed her intake of breath, the delectably hard nipples and even the little frisson which passed over her like goose bumps, he had seldom felt that kind of sensitivity. Like most men, he hadn’t the estrogen levels for it.

It was like a come, only a come whispered, gently. Nancy loved her sex! She was thirty-six, her prime; and the twenty-eight-year-old married man on her bed really turned her crank.

The bone-hard curving cock of the fireman filled her. “God, you feel nice,” she said.

His rugged face split in a grin, and he reached for her flanks. Seated astride, she squirmed around and around, savoring the endlessly fascinating feeling of hot man, inside the pussy where they belong.

His firm touch moved up across her ribs and he cupped her breasts. He does that just right! she marveled. “Oh, yeah, take ’em!” she told him. She leaned in and his lips brushed a nipple, sending yet another wave of gooseflesh over her neck and chest. She called his name gratefully.

They’d been fucking already since her noon break, and she wanted to make him late and have sex all afternoon. The man was a cut above; a real find!

His rough tongue on the nipple sent telegraph pulses of sweetness in a line right to her pussy. She pushed her breast softly against his face; his hand brushed the other nipple. She rode cock with her hands on his shoulders while he went from breast to breast and stroked her flanks and ass.

It was lovely! But the constant little orgasms were distracting her; Sean, too, was getting more intense, thrusting up at her more strongly. Soon they shifted to another position, where he had more scope to move.

Snowcroft was determined to make the afternoon stand out. It was his first time in eleven years of marriage to have looked beyond his wife for fulfillment. Nancy had told him she didn’t want a real affair, but he wanted to come back for lots more. The woman was skilled and enthusiastic; he would hate to just leave it at one or two sessions.

It was so hard to work up the nerve to do this in the first place, he thought. If I could have Nancy I’d have all I ever need. He set himself to the agreeable task of driving her out of her mind.

He turned her so that both were lying down, supporting her upper leg, kissing her and stroking, going slow but paying attention. He’d already done a hard, animal fuck at the beginning; this was a sensuous, scientific operation. She was already pretty far gone, as he saw it.

The padded end of his cock rode high, his hair rubbed her clit deliberately at the bottom of his strokes. He worked her neck and breasts with his mouth and held her into him with a hand cupping her hips.

The sparks came constantly, shooting out and through her body from her center. She was barely able to take notice of how he was doing it any more. She licked and kissed him, his muscles felt so exquisite working under his skin, her flared nostrils captured his male smell.

Little come succeeded little come, some fluttering, some spreading across her like ripples in a pond, some sharp and local in her pussy or centered on a breast. She lost the sense of time, a little.

Just let go, Nancy-babe; let go! Come big! She lived alone and gave herself advice all the time; this time, she was going to follow it! She dug her heel into his ass to drive him deeper; when he came to a breast again she pinned him there with an arm. Her hips rolled hard into him, she closed her eyes and came.

He took it all as a signal for a last huge effort. Shifting up on his elbow and bracing a leg, he pounded as fiercely as the reclining position would allow.

Nancy was moaning, bahis firmaları without control, just holding tightly while the fireman brought more and more sweet explosions from her clit, nipple, pussy, everything at once! Somewhere in the middle of this storm, the man’s cock jumped, then jumped again while he nearly screamed. He lost his rhythm– he was coming too! His pulses diminished and his hips stalled, deep on the downstroke. She surfaced enough to beat her pussy onto him, to give him more movement, but soon she felt a wave of languor overtake her.

They collapsed, gasping. Opening their eyes, they caught each other’s gaze. She laughed. He felt good inside her; she felt like a happy kitty with a belly full of warm cream.

“So now will you let me lick you?” he asked.

“Stay right there a minute,” she replied, pushing her hair back off her face, “Don’t you move. God, that was nice, Sean!” She stroked his chest and responded to his kiss. She loved the feel of a fat cock in there in afterglow.

They regarded each other in contented admiration. But with humans, nothing is ever simple.

He considered and rejected bringing up the subject of return engagements just then; and he would have been gratified to know she did the same. Then she remembered his remark about licking, and the conversation it referred to.

“You want to hear me tell you a story, now? I owe you one,” she said.

“I’ll lick you while you do it, if you like. What story?”

“You told me the time you had a virgin; I did that.”

“Tell me.”

“I want that backrub, and you can eat me after awhile. Sound good?”

It was a deal. Reluctantly, she let Sean slide out of her pussy. She rolled over to lie face down while he got the condom off and wiped up a little. He coated his hands and began on her calves, working toward her feet. When she’d relaxed and he was well started, she spoke with her eyes closed, head on folded arms.

“His name was Roman. He was from what they call the Czech Republic now; it was Czechoslovakia then. He was almost a punk, you know the punks?”

“A punk scene in Czechoslovakia?”

“They didn’t dare do the real punky stuff with all the weird hair, in Prague before the revolution, but there’s still a big punk scene there, from what I saw in Rolling Stone. Then, they had to be careful, it was all bootleg tapes and smuggled albums, people’s apartments and the back rooms of places. He told me all this and I was fascinated. Of course he wanted me.

“He was here as an exchange student thing– his English was so good! But his accent got me! He was just really hot. Shoulders. That square face. His host family had a boy his age, a silly guy, a tackle and lineman; I’d gone out with him in groups of kids before. But I struck up the acquaintance because I was curious, about Roman, I mean.

“We had a beach to ourselves at Green Lake, about a dozen of us, and a campfire and a couple of coolers. It was late afternoon. We’d been playing volleyball and having beers, but nobody was drunk or anything. We were in swimsuits and the group had split up into couples and a little group at the fire. Anyway.

“Hey. I’ll tell you how hot I was for him: when we’d gone off to sit on the rocks together, I’d pulled the suit’s bottom part up ‘way tight, so the pussy would be outlined right through, you know?”

“Camel toe.”

“Yeah!” She chuckled. “They didn’t call it that, then. Camel toe, and I sat so he couldn’t miss it. Pretty shameless. He could see the slit in the middle just as plain, and he kept looking, it was great. The more we talked the harder he got, he kept shifting and squirming!

_______

“We don’t have that many punks here, do we?”

“Not so much; it is so smaller than Prog,” he said. I can’t do his accent.

“The whole state might be a million people.”

“I like the people here; I think you are very nice. I feel very much welcome.”

“Did you say I’m nice or we’re nice?”

“You in person are very nice, I mean. But others too.”

So I asked him if he had a girlfriend, and all kaçak iddaa that, and I took him over to the cars for some kissing and stuff. He had great arms and he was hard as rock. I pushed against it with my belly, but he wouldn’t touch my tits or my butt, you know? I decided to give him a hint and reached down.

When I grabbed his ass he jumped. “What’s wrong, Roman?”

“I am not sure; I don’t want to make you scared.”

“It’s probably different from Prague, but I don’t mind.”

“In Prog I am– I never do–“

“You’re a virgin?”

“I think yes. It means never the sex?”

“Yeah. You’ve never done it?”

“I am sorry.”

“Wow.” I looked around. There were people, and some of them I couldn’t see, so I couldn’t tell if anyone might be able to watch. “I’m not saying I’ll do it, but come with me a minute.”

He said anywhere, really from the heart. I took him along the path and we spread towels and lay down in a little spot down low behind some birch trees. I unsnapped the top and told him to strip. He looked fine.

He had those wide-ish hips with the muscles pinned right from hip to shoulder, you know? A slab! Really a hunk of meat, and this thick cock, a little shorter than yours but real thick and tapering to a small head, a cone cock! His little buns sat on the wide hips, it was cool. He was playing on the football team like his host brother.

And he’d do whatever I told him. Oh, Sean, do that more.

_____

“You’re juicy again.”

“I guess you’ll have to lick.”

_____

I knew you’d want to do that. Mmm. We went back to kissing but it was different naked. I loved the feel of him and he practically rubbed me off through the bikini! I’d kinda decided: I was gonna go out with him, I figured, while he was here, and make sure he lost it, but not right off, the same day we met. He made it hard to hold back, though. I was pretty easy then.

_____

“What did you say?”

“I said you’re sweet!”

“Huh!”

_____

Well, I was easy then, too! Jesus.

It was because he just did everything I said. He was broad like a bear and so hard I kept feeling speared, but he was a pussycat. I just had him doing things and got more and more lost in it.

I had him push his nose in there on the suit, and turn so I could play with him. It could have been the smell, I love the hair and the smell! I love to lick and suck and feel hair in my mouth! I did his thighs and his wide belly and scratched my nails down him! He nuzzled me and nipped at me until I couldn’t think.

“Kiss my ass,” I said.

No hesitation! “Suck them like tits, lick them.”

It didn’t matter. “Take them off me and kiss my pussy!”

I was wringing him; like, you slide the skin, but you go around instead of up and down. I’d twiddle the head on my tits and wring his cock– oh!– and then I rolled his balls in my mouth one by one, all hair, wringing and jacking while he ate me–

_____

“Oh, Christ, Sean! Let me have your cock!”

“You know the rules. You have to tell a story!”

“But I want cock! Come on!”

“Mm-mm!”

“Oh Jesus, that’s so good, oh my God–!”

“What happened then?”

“You bastard. How can I, when I’m coming all the time?”

_____

Okay! So he came between my tits and over my right nipple, jerking in my hand like one of those power showerheads. It made me come right then, right in his mouth– oh God!–

____

“Sean, stop. Rub my back a while, okay?”

“Roll over, I’ll do the front.”

____

I licked his cock clean and made him lick my belly and tits clean, and we got dressed. He took me out lots of times after that. I learned a lot about him and about Czechoslovakia. I went to his games.

He was a little wild, but I was, too. We liked each other but he was going to have to leave, of course, and not come back for two years. He liked to do oral games outside and in auditoriums; places like that. I sucked him in a girls’ bathroom at school once. Let me tell you about that one.

We’d skipped class to do it. That way, there kaçak bahis wouldn’t be a crowd, you know? I stood on the thing in a stall. We were excited, it didn’t matter about the cigarette smell, even, it made it dirtier! I unbuttoned, and I popped my tits out by lifting my bra. I leaned on his shoulders and had him suck them. We had the place to ourselves, so I talked dirty to him.

“You’re going to eat my pussy right here, Roman,” I told him. “And make me come! I’ll take my pants down, and you’re going to eat it. Lick it until I melt on the floor!”

While he was on my tits, I unzipped and put my hand down the front. He loved it, watching that, especially on a bus or something.

“I’m all juicy and wet, taste my fingers,” I said. He licked them.

“Nancy, you are so delicious, give me more– yes, put your hand in.”

I made him suck them. “Suck it like a cock,” I said. He begged me to turn around and give him my pussy. I made him suck my tits and rubbed it, making noises to drive him crazy– moaning and making pussy noises with my hand, too.

Then I heard it. More noises, from the next stall, it sounded like. I put a hand on Roman’s head and lifted up to look over the wall thing. Roman started working my pants off, which was cool with me.

I could see only one knee with pantyhose on it, pulled down. She was sitting in the stall, and I could hear her fingering herself and panting. She was leaning against the wall on our side, so it was just a knee.

I felt electric all over. It was perfect!

Then Roman’s hands coasted over my buns and he kissed it, softly. It went right through me. I braced my hands on both walls and opened my knees wide. I shook my hair back, closed my eyes, and let him work.

He was pretty good by then. I told him how it felt all through it: That’s the spot, oh it’s making me come– Play with my ass more– I just had another hot little come!

I never did that kind of talk, so Roman looked up, wondering. I picked up my opposite hand and pointed to the stall with the girl in it. “Someone’s there, listening,” I mouthed.

He broke into this big excited smile. “You get one more big one; then you will suck my cock!” he said, in a rumbly voice, in that accent. The girl gave a little sob and then she was very quiet.

“Let me suck it right now, babe; I want to feel the meat in my mouth, I can’t stand waiting!” We swapped positions and I said stuff like, Get that thing out. Oh, look at it! I love cock!

Then I hefted his balls and slid my mouth down him to the thick base, all one go. It made him grunt deep in his chest. He talked dirty all through it, and he tried to look across to the other stall, but he shook his head so I knew he hadn’t been able to see her.

“I love to watch your mouth on my cock. Your pretty face with cock in it! Lick the head, just the head! Rougher– yes! Now go down, take me deep.”

He was laying it on thick. I made lots of slurps and said he was really hard and things like that. It felt like a joke at first– but it got to me. I sucked and licked really hard and fast; I was gasping and squeezing myself with my thighs!

Roman said he was about to come soon. I let go. Pulling at him I said, “No, Roman, you gotta fuck me, I’m burning up, come down, I got a thing in my purse, please!” I meant every word, too.

Roman came down, but he knelt at my feet. I stopped digging in my purse.

“Nancy. I don’t want to do it the first time here. Please. I will eat you, okay? I will eat you, you can come, but let’s do this tonight, someplace special. I am begging.”

He sounded so sincere, it melted my heart. I agreed, I pulled him up and we kissed. He went back down after a while and gave me a huge one, so sweet, it took over my whole body, even my fingers and toes were prickly. While I was sucking him, the girl left the stall and ran out of the room, so we never knew who it was.

I was rubbing my clit and when he came I had another one, not as big. I loved his come splashing in my throat. I like the feel of the meat jerking and spurting, the end getting big and jumping up, and the come streaming into my mouth! God!

_____

“You’re hinting again! No cock yet, he’s still a virgin!”

“I know! But could you eat me? I’ll tell the rest after that, I promise.”

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Münire Hanım’ın sözleri karşısında heyecanlandım ister istemez. “Sen ciddi misin?” diye sormadan edemedim. “Eğer sen de istersen olur…” dedi yine. Aklımda varsa yoksa gelini Gülsüm vardı, ama payıma Münire Hanım düşmüştü. Canımı sıktı bu durum.

“Kaç yaşındasın sen?” diye sorduğumda, “66.” dedi. Oysa daha genç gösteriyordu. Ben onu daha genç zannederken benden 13 yaş büyük çıkmıştı. Bir sigara yakıp derin birkaç nefes çektim.

Karşımda ayakta duruyordu. Üzerinde kol kısımları dantelli siyah tek parça uzun bir elbise vardı. Başını da parlak siyah bir türbanla bağlamıştı sıkıca. Elbisesinin altında koca memeleri bütün ihtişamıyla kendini belli ediyordu. Siyah elbise yapılı vücuduna dar geliyor ve memelerinden hariç kalçaları ve göbeği de beliriyordu.

“Beni memnun eder misin, kendine güveniyor musun?” diye sordum. Yüzü kızardı, kendisiyle alay ettiğimi düşünmüş olmalı ki titreyen sesiyle, “İstemezsen giderim…” dediğinde, “Az bekle!” dedim. Ayağıma gelen fırsatı kaçıracak değildim. Karımın yokluğunda benden büyük de olsa bir kadını sikme şansını geri tepecek halim yoktu.

Münire Hanım evini, barkını, yurdunu geride bırakıp gelmiş aciz bir kadındı. Bu yaşında borcuna karşılık bedenini satmayı göze alıyordu. Düşene tekme vurulmaz sözünün ne anlama geldiğini biliyordum. Ama içinde bulunduğum durumda bu söze uygun hareket edecek iradem ve nefsim yoktu.

“Seninle anlaşalım. Karım evde yok. Belki bir hafta daha gelmeyecek. O gelene kadar bana karılık edeceksin. Her akşam geleceksin, karım gelene kadar, tamam mı? Karım eve geldikten sonra da fırsat bulunca çağırırım seni. Eğer bir kere bile gelmezsen kendinizi kapının önünde bulursunuz. Anladın mı, kabul ediyor musun?” dedim.

Münire Hanım elleri yine önünde kenetli halde, yüzüme bakmadan, “İyi, tamam…” dediğinde, “Şöyle içeri geç!” diyerek yatak odasını gösterdim. Televizyonu kapattım ve yatak odasına geçtim. Münire Hanım yatağın önünde ayakta duruyordu. “Ne bekliyorsun, soyunsana!” dediğimde başındaki türbanını açtı önce. Yarıdan fazlası ağarmış saçları çıktı ortaya. Sonrasında elbisesinin önündeki birkaç düğmeyi açıp elbiseyi de başının üzerinden çıkarttı. Dizlerinin altına gelen çiçekli uzun bir don vardı altında. Üstüne ise beyaz bir tişört giymişti.

Tişörtü altındaki atleti ile başının üzerinden çıkardığında devasa memeleri çıktı piyasaya. Bir ineğin memesini andırırcasına iki koca karpuz gibiydi memeleri, sarkmıştı, meme başları sütlü çikolata renginde ve bir çay tabağı kadar vardı. Etli ve kararmış meme uçları ise iri bir zeytin tanesi kadardı. Görüntü sikimi sertleştirirken çiçekli donunu da sıyırdı aşağı. Kasıklarında ve amının üzerinde alınmamış, uzamış ve aynı saçları gibi ağarmış kıllar vardı. Epeydir tıraş olmadığı belliydi Münire Hanım’ın. Karnında ve göbeğinde de uzamış siyah tüyler vardı. Kılların ve tüylerin siyahlığına inat vücudu un gibi beyazdı.

“Ne zamandır tıraş olmadın sen?” diye sordum. “Çok oldu…” diye yanıtladı, ardından, “Sen de soyunsana…” dedi acelesi varmış gibi. Bakışları arasında soyunurken, “Gülsüm biliyor mu bu işi?” diye sordum. Önce cevap vermedi, ama sonra, “Nerden bilsin?” dedi. Sorumdan hoşlanmadığı belliydi.

Çırılçıplak kalırken ara ara bakışları sikime kayıyordu. Çoktan sertleşmiş ve kalkmış olan sikim birazdan onun kıllı, geniş amına girecekti. Yatak örtüsünü ve yorganı açtım, “Hadi gir!” dediğimde Münire Hanım yatağa uzandı. Kocaman, cüsseli vücudu yatağın yarısını kaplamış, devasa memeleri iki yanına sarkmıştı.

Yanına uzandım ve bir şey demesini, yapmasını beklemeden memelerine yumuldum. Etli uçlarını dillemeye, ısırmaya başlarken sağ elimle de alttan kıllı amını okşuyordum. Sık bir çalıyı andıran kılların ortasında amının etli dudaklarını parmak uçlarımla sıkıyor, parmaklarımı amının içine sokup çıkartıyordum.

Münire Hanım yaptıklarıma herhangi bir karşılık vermeden hareketsiz bir halde yatıyordu sadece. Uzun zamandır banyo da yapmıyordu muhtemelen, üzerinden pek de hoş olmayan bir koku geliyordu çünkü. Ancak o azgınlıkla bunu dikkate alacak halim yoktu.

Memelerini dillemeye, yalamaya, ısırmaya devam ediyordum. Kıllı amına dört parmağımı birden sokup çıkartıyor, amını ovalıyordum. Sikim kazık gibi bir haldeydi. Amına girmek için sabırsızlanıyordum, ama biraz daha sabretmek, etinin tadına varmak istiyordum.

Memelerinden sonra boynunu, göğsünü, yanaklarını ve yüzünü öptüm uzun uzun. Münire Hanım aynı bir odun gibi duruyordu yine. En sonunda dayanamayıp, “Senin hoşuna gitmiyor mu?” diye sordum. Şiveli konuşmasıyla, “Sen yapsana, ne edecen beni?” dedi. “Sen de katıl, böyle olmaz, öküz gibi durma!” dedim.

Ağarmış saçlarını okşadım. Gençliğinde güzel bir kadın olduğu belliydi. Alnını öptüm, ardından dudaklarını öpmeye başladım. Etli dudaklarını emdim, dudaklarının üzerinde aynı karımınki gibi siyah tüyler vardı ama Münire Hanımınkiler daha uzundu. Yanaklarında ve çenesinde kısa kalan tüyler bu noktada epey uzundu. Ancak yapacak bir şeyim olmadığından işime devam ettim.

Münire Hanım sözlerim karşısında tepkisiz kalmadı ve sağ elini sırtıma attı. Çıplak sırtımda nasırlı, güçlü elleri dolaşırken önce ürperdim ama sonra hoşuma gitmeye başladı. Koltuk altlarındaki kıllar da uzamıştı, oradan da ter kokuları yükseliyordu. Ancak normal bir ter kokusundan ziyade sanki baharat kokusuna benziyordu. Rahatsız etmeyen bir kokuydu.

Dudaklarını emdim uzun uzun. “Ağzını arala!” deyince bir miktar açtı, oluşan boşluğa dilimi soktum. Münire Hanım şaşırmış gibiydi. Dilim ıslak ve sıcak ağzının içinde geziniyor, dişlerine ve diline dokunuyordu. Ağzından da nahoş bir koku geliyordu. Akşam vakti soğanlı bir yemek yemişti anlaşılan ve soğan kokusunu alıyordum. Bir ara dilim dişlerinin arasında kaldı, dilimin ucunu ısırmıştı, belki heyecandan, belki şaşkınlıkla. Ama canımı yakmaya yeten bir ısırıktı.

“Dikkat et biraz!” deyince, “Az dur hele…” dedi Münire Hanım ve şaşkın bakışlarım arasında ağzını açtı. Elini soktuğu ağzından takma dişlerini çıkardı, dişleri yatağın yanındaki komodinin üzerine bırakırken bakışlarım dişlerin üzerindeydi. İnsanın içini kaldıran bir görüntüydü. İlk defa böyle bir şeyle karşılaşıyordum.

Takma dişler ağzından çıkınca Münire Hanım’ın yanakları içe geçmiş, avurtları çökmüştü. Ağzını yeniden aralarken dilimi tekrar soktum içine. Dişlerinin yerinde şimdi derin bir çukur vardı, dilim diline değiyordu. Dişler çıkınca nahoş koku da azalmıştı.

Yüzünü, yanaklarını, boynunu öptüm, yaladım. Yaşından dolayı yumuşamış, sarkmış boyun etlerini emdim memeleri gibi. Sağ elimse kıllı amını okşamaya devam ediyordu. Dört parmağımla amını deli gibi yoğuruyor, am dudaklarını sıkıyordum. Etli, dolgun kalçalarını okşadım, tüylü karnında gezindi ellerim. Tüylü karnına inat kalçaları karımınkilere benzer şekilde kaymak gibiydi.

Bunlar olurken Münire Hanım’ın eli sırtımda gezinmeye devam ediyordu. Sırtımdan sonra belime attı elini, yavaş yavaş tava geliyordu. Yeniden memelerini emmeye, yalamaya başladım. Meme başlarını, uçlarını yaladım, dilledim. Münire Hanım’ın hoşuna gitmeye başlamıştı artık. Şimdi iki elini sırtımda, belimde gezdiriyor ve güçlü elleriyle beni kendine çekmeye çalışıyordu. Omuz başlarımı öpmeye başlamıştı bu arada. 66 yaşındaki kadın zevk almaya başlamıştı. Onun bu hali, davranışları hoşuma gitti, benim de istediğim buydu.

Artık daha fazla devam edecek halde değildim. “Şu bacaklarını aç!” dediğimde, kalın, güçlü bacaklarını iki yana olabildiğince açtı. Amının etli dudakları kıl yumağının arasında bile belli oluyordu. Bacaklarının arasına girdim ve kalkık sikimi amının kıllarına sürttüm. Karımın amının kısa ve sert kıllarına karşılık Münire Hanım’ın uzun kılları yumuşak kalıyordu. O nedenle hoşuma bile gitti bu kılların içinde sikimi gezdirmem.

Bir süre daha devam ettikten sonra derin ve geniş amına yavaş yavaş sokmaya başladım sikimi. İlk anda hafif bir ürperti gibi gelen soğukluğun ardından yakıcı bir sıcaklık hissettim sikimde. Sikim koca amının içinde kısa bir sürenin sonunda taşaklarıma kadar içindeydi. Değil sikimi, kolumu soksam içine alacak bir amı vardı Münire Hanım’ın.

Bir süre bekledim içinde. Gözlerini gözlerime dikmişti. Ellerim koca memelerinin üzerindeydi. Ağır ağır sikmeye başladım. Kıllı amının içinde sikim çok rahat halde gidip geliyordu. Altımızdaki bazadan derin ve yoğun gıcırtılar gelmeye başlamıştı. Münire Hanım’ın elleri sırtımda ve belimde geziniyordu yine.

Bir süre daha ağır ağır siktikten sonra hızlanmaya başladım. Gıcırtılar artarken kasıklarım ve taşaklarım Münire Hanımın kasıklarına çarpıyor ve şiddetli sesler çıkıyordu. Sikim amının ulaşabildiği en uç noktalara kadar girip çıkıyor, gidip geliyordu. Ama o noktaların da ilerisinde daha derin yerlerin olduğunu biliyordum. Münire Hanım’ın amı derin ve karanlık bir mağara gibiydi, o en dip noktaları şimdiye kadar bir adamın yarağı keşfetmiş miydi acaba? Oraya kadar ulaşan bir yarak yemiş miydi kim bilir?

Artık onu sikmiyor üzerinde tepiniyor gibiydim. Var gücümle pompaladıkça Münire Hanım’ın etli, dolgun vücudu aynı büyüklükte bir güçle beni geri itiyordu sanki. Koca memeleri üzerindeki ellerime rağmen deli gibi sallanıp löpürdüyordu. Bazanın gıcırtıları karımla sikiştiğim zamanlarınkini çok aşan bir haldeydi artık.

Boşalmaya gittikçe yaklaşıyordum. Her yanım uyuşmaya başlamıştı. Sinirlerim çekiliyordu sanki, kalbimin şiddetli atışlarını hissediyordum. Münire Hanımınsa dudaklarındaki belli belirsiz titremeler haricinde verdiği başka bir tepki yoktu. Bir de dişsiz ağzındaki boşlukta hareket ettirdiği dilini dışarı çıkarıyordu ara ara.

Dizlerinden büktüğü kalın ve ağır bacaklarını havaya kaldırdı bir zaman sonra. Pompaladıkça bacaklarının havadaki yaylanması hoşuma gidiyordu. Memelerinden çektiğim ellerimi dizlerinin arkasına attım ve bacaklarını biraz daha kaldırdım havaya.

Bu şekilde daha güçlü bir şekilde sikmeye başladım. Ses patlamaları odanın içinde yankılanıyordu. Memelerinin sallanışlarını önlemek için elleriyle onları kavramıştı, ama buna rağmen bıngıl bıngıl oynuyordu memeleri. Sikimin her bir darbesiyle koca vücudu ileri geri yaylanıyor, kat kat kalınlaşmış yağlı etleri titriyordu.

Derken boşalmaya başladım. Kıllı ve derin amına ne kadar dölüm varsa bıraktım, bırakırken de sokup çıkarmaya devam ettim. Büyük bir enerji boşalması yaşamış gibiydim sikimi amından çıkartırken. Sikimden akan döllerimi amının kıllarına akıttım.

Kalp atışlarım normale dönerken yanına uzandım. Münire Hanım hiçbir şey demeden kalktı ve yerde duran uzun donuyla amının kıllarına bulaşan döllerimi sildi.

Karımı daha önce de aldatmıştım, ama bu gece ilk defa kendi yatağında bir kadını sikmiştim. Ve bu da kiracımın annesine nasip olmuştu. 66 yaşında da olsa bana zevk vermişti Münire Hanım. “Hoşuna gitti mi?” diye sordum. Cevap vermek yerine üzerini giyindi çabucak, komodinin üzerinde duran takma dişlerini alıp taktı.

Tam çıkacakken, “Az bekle!” dedim. Cüzdanımı çıkardım, içinden 20 lira alıp uzattım. Bir paraya bir bana baktı, sonra da parayı alıp avucunun içinde sıktı ve bir şey demeden çıkıp gitti.

Merdivenlerden inerken kapının deliğinden baktım. Selman’ın sesini duydum bu sırada. Yüzünü göremiyordum, ama aşağıda olduğuna emindim. Annesine Arapça bir şeyler söyledi, annesi de ona. Ne dediklerini bilmiyordum elbette.

Münire Hanım Selman’ın dün akşam çıkıp gittiğini ve henüz eve dönmediğini söylemişti. Yalan söylemişti, Selman bu şekilde söylemesini istemişti muhakkak. İyi ama Münire Hanım (İstersen sana karılık ederim…) derken Selman bundan haberdar mıydı? Oğlu borçlarına karşılık annesini mi siktirmişti bana?

Ertesi akşam eve geldim. Münire Hanım’ı beklemeye başladım. Saat dokuza doğru kapıya vuruldu. Açınca Münire Hanım’ı gördüm. İçeri geçti, kendiliğinden yatak odasına geçecekken, “Az dur!” dedim. “Ne oldu?” diyerek bana baktı. “Selman geldi mi?” diye sordum. Münire Hanım, “Yok, Allah onun boyunu devirsin, hangi cehenneme gitti bilmiyorum…” dedi.

“Bana bak, bana yalan söyleme. Dün akşam sen gittikten sonra o pezevengin sesini duydum. Seninle konuştu, Arapça bir şeyler konuştunuz. Seni o mu gönderdi?” dedim. Sözlerim karşısında yüzü pancar gibi kızardı. “Yok beyim, vallah evde değil, sen başkasının sesini duydun herhalde…” dedi, ama yalan söylediği çok belliydi.

“Ağzına sıçarım senin, oğlun sana pezevenklik mi yapıyor lan orospu?” dediğimdeyse, “Tövbe bismillah, o nasıl söz beyim?” dedi bir eliyle ağzını kapatırken. “Bu gece burada kalacaksın, nasılsa karım evde yok. Seni sabaha kadar sikecem, eğer gitmeye kalkarsan ağzına sıçarım!” dedim.

Münire Hanım şaşırmış ve korku dolu gözleriyle bana bakarken onu sabaha kadar sikmenin planlarını yapmaya başlamıştım…

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Eşim geçen ya ölmüştü. Evdeki kıyafetleri almak için kardeşi Sevda akşam bana gelmişti. bir yandan kıyafetlere bakıyordu bir yandan topluyordu. bende yatağa oturup sohbet ediyordum. ben duygulanınca yanıma oturdu. teselli etmek için sarıldı. üzülmememi teski nederken bir yanda yanakalrımdan öptü. bacaklarımı okşamaya başladı. başta herşey normaldi. eli arada ykarı çıktıkça eşofmanın içindeki alete değmeye başladı. baksırın kenarında alet bacağa doğru uzarken eşofma nüsütnden sevda okşamaya devam etti. beni sırt üstü yatırdı ve alete doğru eğildi. kendini bana bırak dedi. şaşkındım. elini eşofmanın içine sokup aleti çıkarttı ve emmeye başladı. yüzüme tişört koydu. onu hayal et dedi. sakso sevdiğini biliyorum Lale söylemişti dedi. ve aleti emmeye başladı. güzel emiyordu. arada dili ile bodan boya yalayıp sonra tekrar ağzına alıyordu. taşşakları avuçlayıp beni iyice azdırdı. boşalıyorum deyince eşimin aksine ağzını çekmedi ve ne var ne yok yuttu. şaşırmıştım. emmeye devam etti ve aleti dik tuttu. tişörtün altından ona bakıyordum. pantolonunu ve külodu çıkartıp aleti amına sokarak oturdu. götünü çevirip amında aleti gezdiriken tişört ve sütyenide çıkarttı. küçük memesi vardıama dikti.elimi aldı memesinin üstüne koydu. o aşağı yukarı hareketlerle amını siktirirken bende memesini avuçluyordum. tişöetü kaldırıp pnu seyretmeye başladım. titreyerek boşaldı. üstümden indirip köpek pozisyonuna getirdi. gör küçüktü. artadan daracık götü izleye izleye siktim. ben vurdukça o inliyordu. amıma boşalma dedi. boşalacakken aleti ağzına verip boşaldım. akanalrı toplayıp yurru. alet idili iel temizledi. yatağa uzandık. rahatladın mı dedi. evet dedim. yanağımdan öpüp Lale ile seni konuşurduk dedi. aslında hep sana siktirmek istedim ama kardeşimle evli idin. bende evliydim dedi. ben artık evli değilim dedim. sende dulsun. kocasından ayrılmıştı. istediğin zaman gel.dudakalrıam yapıştı öpmeye başladı. Amımı yalar mısın dedi. peki dedim. bacaklarının arasına geçip amını emmeye başladım. bir yandan da parmaklıyordum. bir parmağın ıda göre sokmaya başladım. ses etmedi. götü dardı. 2 parmak sor giriyordu. amını yalarken boşladı. çevirip yüzüstü yatırdım. göt deliğini türkürükleyip hazırladım. aleti sokarken acısa da dişini sıkıyordu. yavaş yavaş girdi göte. gözlerinden yaş geldi. git gellerle alışana kadar acı iel inledi sorna zevke dönüştü. götüne artık rahat rahat giriyordum. 10 dakka götü sikip boşaldım. beraber rahatlamıştık. eşyaları toplamıştı zaten. gitmem lazım deyip toparlandı. araba ile onu eve kadar bıraktım. yol boyunca eli alette gittik.

aradan 1 hafta geçmiştiki kapı çaldı. gelen Sevda idi. kapıyı kapatır kapatmaz dudaklarıma daldı. kapının önünde öpe öpe onu soydum ve vestiyere karşı domalttım. amına alete soktum. aynada onu izleyerek sikmeye başalım. içime boşal korunuyorum artık dedi. ben amını sularken oda boşalıyordu. odaya geçtik ben yatağa uzandım o aleti emmeye başladı aleti tekrar kaldırdı ve üstüne oturdu. götü ban dönüktü. götü sallaya sallaya siktirdi kendini. sonra aleti götüne yerleştirdi yavaş yavaş oturup hepsini içine aldı. götü siktirirken patladım. aletin kenarlarından meniler sızdı. döndü onalrı yalayıp temizledi. akşam kadar seviştik.

Bayramda eski kaynanaya gittim. Sevda da evdeydi tabi. kaynata çokta n ölmüştü. Sevda mini bir etek ve askılı giymişti. kaynanaya çaktırmadan eğilip arada götünü arada memesini gösterip beni azdırıyordu. kaynana bir ara WC ye gitti. daha kapı kapanmıştı ki aleti çıkarttım gel buraya dedim . hemen boşalt beni. nnem dedi. çabuk gel dedim..sevda önümde diz çöktü ve aleti emmeye başladı. hızlı hızlı emerek boşalttı. o su içmeye giderken kaynanada çıkıyordu. Sevda sofra kurmak için mutfakta salata yaparken kaynana ekmek yok alayım dedi. dışarı çıktı. hemen mutfağa geçtim. Sevdanın arkasına geçip eteği kaldırdım. itiraz etmiyordu. külodu sıyrıp ıslanmış amına sokmaya başladım. bıçağı bıraktı iyice domaldı. Zevkten kudurmuştu. aleti amdan çıkartıp göte sokarken dişlerini sıktı. acısa da dinlemedim. acele acele götü siktim. boşaldığımda oda boşlamıştı. toparlandık. bir süre sonra kaynana geldi zaten. yemek yiyip çıktım.

arada beni ziyarete geldikçe siktim. ikimizde hayatımızda memnunduk. başka sevgililerimiz olsa da arada buluşu sevişiyorduk.

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Rialto Fatale Ch. 01

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Lingerie

Thank you to Frontma for her diligence with my editing.

*If you love your work, is there room enough to love someone else*

(This is not a story about murder or detective work; it is a story of loving what you do and what that leads to.)

I’ve been with the FBI for six years but this is my first time being lead on a case. I am in Seattle working on a case of a serial killer known as the Rialto Fatale for her attacks in Denver two years ago. She showed up, killed four married women and one married man in a five-month time span, and then vanished. Three weeks ago, a thirty-three year old wife was murdered the same way here in a new city, Seattle.

This afternoon a second body has been discovered in the Cascades. My partner, Special Agent Greta Larson, and I have come to the mountain crime scene to take a look. The MO is the same; non-fatal stab wounds then strangled to death with what we believe was a narrow belt. The body has been left half naked with small statements written in marker left on the body. In this case it said; ‘you will never hurt anyone again.’

The difficult part about this assignment is, we are sure the killer is a woman. All but one of the victims had last been seen in the company of an unidentified woman with mid-shoulder-length blonde, black, or brunette hair. She is also pretty, and pretty damn bright because not only did she seduce her victims, but she lured them away even when they knew the risk. My predecessor had been unable to track her down and since he retired six months ago, it is now my case.

Greta stayed at the scene to work with the Seattle CSI while I headed down to the city to start reviewing every bit of old data yet again. I know I have to be missing something. I am thinking so hard about it, I almost miss the broken section of railing by the road. Something about the damage looks new so I pull over, get out, and take a look down the steep hillside.

About twenty meters down I see a car sitting on the edge of a huge drop-off. I pull out my phone but get zip reception so I pocket it and scramble down the slope. For the last bit I have to grab onto a small tree and slide down to the driver’s side door. The woman inside looks terrified. Even as she turns to look at me the car shifts slightly and inches toward the cliff.

“Can you open the door?” I say softly. She shakes her head.

“Every time I do something the car slips,” she gulps nervously.

“Does it slip even when you are still?” I ask. She nods. I look up at the sky and can tell rain is going to fall and soon.

“Miss, when the rains come, this slope will become mud and then you will go over the edge for sure. I’m not sure we have time for me to go and get help. You have to try,” I urge her. The woman looks anguished and then the predicted rain begins to fall.

“Let me open the door,” I beg. She swallows deeply and nods.

Thankfully, the door comes open and I put a hand in to reach her. She looks at me, almost out of her mind with fear but is focused on my outstretched hand, not on going over the cliff.

“Take my hand,” I plead. The car slips and she squeezes her eyes shut. I can’t grab her because any struggle might kill us both.

“Listen, what’s your name?”

“Art…Artie,” she gulps, “Artie Caruso.”

“Artie, if you don’t grab my hand we are both going to die,” I tell her sincerely. She doesn’t seem to understand.

“Artie, I’m not going to leave you so if this car goes, I go with it. Now, take my hand,” I repeat. “I really don’t want to die today.” That seems to affect her and she tentatively takes hold of my hand. Once I’ve gotten a solid grip I start pulling her out. The car slips again, she yelps, and I whisper a few prayers.

I roll her into a one-armed hug as the car breaks free and slides out of view; seconds later we hear it crashing on the way down the ravine.

“Okay, now, Artie, I want you to crawl over me and climb up the slope. I’ll catch you if you slip,” I instruct her. She puts her purse in her mouth and claws her way up me until I can get her hand on the vines and climbing head of me.

A few times I have to push her ass ahead of me but we finally get back to the road. In retrospect, Artie recovers remarkably fast and proves very athletic getting herself to safety. When we get into the car and out of the rain, we are breathing heavily, more from relief than actual fatigue. She turns to me with this quizzical look on her face.

“You have a gun,” she comments. I reach into my coat and hold up my FBI identification for her to see.

“Wow, an honest to God FBI agent,” she grins. “I never thought I would meet one this way but I’m glad I did. To what do I owe my salvation?”

“I really can’t talk about it but it was official business,” I inform her.

“Oh,” she breaths deeply, “that sounds very mysterious. So what do we do now, Mr. FBI Man?”

“Special Agent Mark MacKinnon,” I answer her. “And I think I take you down to the closest service station, we call the wreck in, and we see about getting you to a hospital.”

“I don’t need ataşehir escort bayan a hospital,” Artie responds.

“You were in a wreck; I highly recommend it,” I push. She sets her jaw and locks gazes with me.

“How about this; you drop me off and I’ll take care of my car, then you can check up on me this evening over dinner?” Artie suggests with a certain aura of elegance and self-confidence that I find intriguing.

I feel myself rubbing my ring finger and the band that has been on it for the better part of a decade.

“Oh, you are married?” she asks speculatively. I look at the ring.

“I was,” I reply. “She was killed by a drunk driver two years ago.”

“Yet you still keep the ring on…how odd,” she observes.

“Have you ever been in love, Artie?” I counter.

“No, I don’t think I have,” she admits.

“Well, when you do, you will understand how there is this ache when they are not around and how much it hurts when you know you will never see them again. I keep the ring because that is all that I have left of her,” I relate to Artie, who seems mystified by my little speech.

“Oh. I’ve never felt that way about anyone,” she smiles. “Somehow that story doesn’t fit the macho image I envisioned every male FBI agent having.”

“Didn’t mean to disappoint,” I shrug. I start the car and begin heading down the mountain.

“I’m not disappointed,” she states. “Are we still on for dinner?”

“Not unless I pick you up from the hospital,” I persist.

“Fine,” she concedes but she clearly finds me amusing and I find myself thinking about a woman like I haven’t felt since college.

Though muddy, frazzled, and soaked, I can tell Artie is an attractive woman around five-ten, black hair that barely reaches past her shoulders, and facial features that remind me of a certain French model I once met. The rest of her features are somewhat obscured by her damp, muddy clothing but I can tell she’s probably a nice B-cup, a decent waistline, and nice, if somewhat slender hips. Her ass is a little small but very firm as my hands can attest to, and her legs are testaments of a love of physical training. For her part, I can see she is checking me out on the way down as well.

I’m just over six foot with brown hair and a runner’s build, which is good because I love to run 10K’s. I take good care of myself but I know I’m sexually repressed. I’ve only had sex with one woman in the past twelve years and no sex in the past two. Quite frankly, until today, I’ve found the attention women have been showing me a bit irritating because I’ve been at war over my own growing sexual appetites and my longing for my lost love.

I have reacted to this stress by pouring myself into my work, doing an excellent job at it, and that has led me to Seattle. In the back of my mind I know nothing can come of any relationship here. I’d do my job, put the killer behind bars, and fly back to DC. I might come back for the trial but that is it. Still, I decide I’d like the company, someone to talk to.

Every minute or so Artie checks for reception and when we finally get some she starts making calls. I have to remind her to call the Highway Patrol as well as her insurance. We catch up with the HP officer at the closest hospital where it is revealed that Artie has a few bruises from the air bag and seat belts but is otherwise okay.

I check in with Greta but the rain hasn’t helped gathering evidence, so I relay my little tale to her and agree to meet her at the local PD. I tell Artie it is going to be another long night but take a rain check for tomorrow. The first forty-eight hours after a crime are the most crucial so I ask her to make it for two nights instead.

(Two days later)

I keep telling myself that crime solving is based on persistence as much as luck. You have to keep coming at these cases until something breaks. Somehow the killer has made a mistake and all I have to do is sift through the evidence until I find it. I’m doing that once again when I have a phone call directed my way.

“Hello, Special Agent McKinnon; it is Artie Caruso. Are we still on for this evening?” the confident female voice inquires. Oh, crap. I’ve totally forgotten about my promise.

“Um…sure. There is this little Italian place down the street from the station,” I struggle to plan. “How about I pick you up at seven?”

“Mark, it is already six-thirty and I think I know the place you are talking about and the food is dreadful. How about you meet me at Trent’s downtown in an hour instead?” she suggests.

“Sounds good; I’ll see you then,” I answer while wondering how expensive this place is going to be.

“I’ll see you there, Mark,” she says pleasantly, then hangs up.

I catch Greta’s eye.

“I’m calling it a night and come at this with a fresh mind tomorrow morning,” I tell her.

“So is that the lady you pulled off the cliff?” she smirks.

“Yes, but it is only a thank you thing. Don’t make anything of it,” I respond.

“Mark,” she chuckles, “go by the motel and clean up. escort kadıköy You need a shave and you look like you’ve been sleeping in that suit for the past two days.”

Great, I think, now I’m going to be late. I make as graceful an exit from the room as possible and hope to God traffic is light.

As it is, I’m five minutes late and race into the place so fast I nearly bowl over the elderly couple that came in before me. The maitre d’ gave me a once-over because I’m not exactly their preferred clientele.

“Is Ms. Caruso here?” I request. He nods and a hostess escorts me to the back where Artie sits at a secluded, darkened table for two.

“Good evening, Ms. Caruso,” I greet her as I sit down.

“Call me Artie, Mark. I think you’ve earned the right,” she tells me as she flashes me a smile full of sensuality and promise.

“You look really beautiful tonight,” I compliment her. “Not that you weren’t beautiful the last time we met but…well, you know what I mean.” She smiles even more.

“I’m not going to stop you if you want to say I’m beautiful a few more times,” she laughs. I blush slightly. I really am rusty at this.

“So, Artie, what do you do?” I feel is safe to ask.

“I’m a foreign investment consultant,” she informs me. “I tell businesses and wealthy individuals how to invest in foreign markets, primarily the Asia/Pacific region.”

“Do you like the work?” It is easier to ask that than how much does it pay.

“It allows me to travel and the hours are good,” she shrugs. “What is it like being an FBI agent? Is it anything like TV?”

“Sadly, it is not solving a homicide once a week in a one-hour time span,” I grin back at her.

“In reality, it is studying, research, interviewing people, and walking over crime scenes a dozen times,” I confide in her.

“Sounds fun,” she replies sarcastically. “Why do you do it?”

“Bad people need to be stopped,” I answer. “It may sound simple but that’s pretty much it. Someone has to put criminals away so why not me?”

“Well I should have figured you weren’t a very practical man when you said what you told me in the car,” she seemed amused.

“What was that?”

“You said you wouldn’t leave me, that you would go over the cliff with me rather than leave me alone to die. That was one of the stupidest things I’ve ever heard,” she expresses to me.

“I didn’t want to die, Artie, but I wanted you to live more. It was a judgment call and I think I made the right one. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have the joy of your company now,” I point out.

“I would have let you die,” Artie responds.

“Most people would have,” I say, “but I’d like to think I live beyond the normal conventions of the crowd and do my own thing.” I get the feeling Artie thinks I’m lying.

“Well, speaking of saving lives, how goes the case? I hear on the news that you are going after the Rialto Fatale,” she changes the subject.

“I can only tell you what we’ve told to the press. Caucasian female, five-nine to six feet, medium build, black or brunette hair, aged thirty-two to thirty-seven, and with a limited social network,” I relate.

“How do you come up with all that?” she asks as she leans across the table, resting on her elbows and putting her chin in her hands.

“Surveillance shows she’s white; likewise, we can put the height and build together from footage. She’s a methodical killer, acting out a deep-seated revenge fantasy, and she’s very bright,” I continue.

“Deep-seated revenge fantasy?” she murmurs.

“Child abuse most likely; I’m thinking a lesbian relative that had extensive access to her as a child. She sees that person in her mind when she confronts her victims,” I answer. “The perpetrator of that crime is dead now, more is the pity. They should be put into a deep dark hole for what they put her through.”

“You sound sympathetic toward her,” she comments.

“Sympathetic? She’s got to be stopped. That’s my top priority. Once that’s done, I hope she will get the help she needs,” I say.

“Would you shoot her if you had to?” she inquires.

“Absolutely,” I admit. “That isn’t the outcome I’d look for but I accept that she is very smart and dangerous.”

“Aren’t you smarter than she is? I hope so,” she grins.

“I’m not so sure about that,” I answer. “She’s committed seven murders in two cities; she’s obviously scouted the areas yet made her selection over several nights and left the bodies to be discovered with no physical evidence.”

“Wow. You seem to have your work cut out for you,” she whistles.

“Don’t I know it,” I sigh.

“Could I be your killer?” she teases me.

“How old are you?” I inquire.

“Twenty-seven,” she tells me.

“You are a little too young to be a prime suspect,” I inform her.

“Why is the age so important?” she asks.

“It is a rough measure of someone’s wealth and social acumen. Our perpetrator dresses at a certain income level that is appropriate for someone in that age range. Likewise, they are able to move through certain social levels. That implies bostancı escort a certain level of independence which gives the FBI an age range to work with.”

“Besides, have you ever been to Denver?” I inquire.

“No, I can’t say that I have,” she smiles. She takes a sip of her wine glass and seems to drink me in with her eyes. The rest of dinner is pretty much a blur. We agree to cover our own bills, which leaves me thankful because this place is expensive.

“Would you like to come back to my place?” Artie asks me as we exit the restaurant. She clearly looks like she’s expecting a positive response.

“Thank you, but, no,” I respond.

“Oh,” she whispers.

“Artie, I really like you but I’m not rushing into anything,” I confess. “I would like to see you again if that’s okay.” She reaches out for my hand and gently pulls it to her. She rolls my hand palm up and rubs the finger with my wedding band.

“Is this the reason?” she says softly.

“Pretty much, yeah,” I tell her.

“In that case, I will see you again, Special Agent McKinnon,” she graces me with a seductive glance.

“I’ll walk you to your car,” I offer.

“That’s not necessary,” she replies.

“There is a killer on the loose,” I remind her.

“Point taken,” she grins. She intertwines her fingers into mine and leads me down the street. We kiss briefly at her car and I watch her drive away.

(Two Months Later)

“Hey, Artie,” Greta calls out as Artie comes to the edge of the task force room. Artie was slowly becoming a fixture at the Rialto Task Force. You can almost set your clock by her.

“Mark, it is six o’clock; your lady-friend is here,” Greta jokes to me. I am already getting my coat on. As I walk up to Artie and kiss her on the cheek, I take her hand and we make our way to the elevator.

As we were going down Artie turns to me and yanks on my hand.

“What’s wrong, Mark?” she asks. She’s become very adept at reading me.

“They are going to pull us in a week,” I sigh. “I don’t know what I will hate more, not catching the Rialto Fatale or not spending any more time with you.”

Artie hugs my arm and puts her head on my shoulder. I am sure everyone thinks we have steamy passionate sex together but we haven’t gone beyond some heavy kissing. We spend most of our time dancing, walking, running and, most often, talking. Artie is an exceptional woman; both well-educated and incredibly bright, and she appreciates those qualities in me. There is no sense of competition between us and after the first date, sex hasn’t come up.

“Maybe I could come visit you in DC?” Artie asks hopefully.

“I have a spare bedroom so you could save on hotel money,” I respond. That makes her chuckle.

“You’d let me stay with you?” she smirks. “That’s a definite advancement in our relationship.”

“I really like you, Artie, and I’m glad you are taking it slowly with me. Besides, after a few months I could get transferred back here to the regional office.”

“Mark, I’ve had plenty of dates but you are the only boyfriend I’ve ever had. I like it. I don’t think you can understand how much I’ve enjoyed our time together,” Artie confesses.

“I still find it impossible to believe you didn’t date heavily in college, Artie. You are a really beautiful, fascinating woman,” I compliment her.

“I was waiting for a guy like you,” she flatters me. I’ve gotten the impression that Artie has some very strong trust issues but somehow, I’ve broken past that. She can’t wait to get me into her car and drive us to whatever entertainment she’s chosen for the evening. It is never boring. We stay up into the wee hours walking down town and talking about politics, economics, and world events. It has become our pattern.

“Mark, I don’t want you to leave Seattle,” she states with determination.

“I’m afraid I don’t have control over that. Neither option I have is good; either Criminal Division decides to put me on another assignment or there is another murder.”

“I’m out of town for the next four days, to Seoul for work, but will be back on Sunday,” she tells me.

Artie remained upbeat and we made plans for the Monday after her return.

(4 Days Later)

“This is definitely our girl,” Greta comments, as she looks at the body. Victim No.9 is a forty two year old mother of three children with suspected bisexual tendencies. Everyone is so surprised this could happen to her except a few of us who normally fear the worst. I’m walking around trying to make sense of it all but the thing that grabs me the most is the message left for us on the body this time: I am not done yet.

Usually the message is denigrating to the victim in some way. This one is different; it is aimed at us, her pursuers. Greta catches me kneeling over the body studying the comment and nudges me with her knee.

“What are you thinking?” she asks.

“This isn’t an impulse kill, Larson; this was deliberate,” I respond.

“She’s in cycle, though. I figure we have one more month before she kills again and disappears,” Greta says with a shake of the head.

“No. Something has broken her cycle – it has been two months. This isn’t her having a psychotic break. Or more appropriately, her psychotic break isn’t being caused by the normal stimuli. I’ve missed something,” I confess.

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The residential area known as Cherry Grove passed quickly by outside the window as Roger and Ellen drove into the fading light of the evening. The couple had moved there some four months ago when Ellen had been offered a very lucrative position with a newly minted energy contractor, it was a dream job for Ellen but a tough decision to move away from family and friends. Roger was still trying to catch on with one of the local businesses in some computer support capacity but that had been far from their biggest problem. Though they had a beautiful new house in a posh neighborhood they still felt a bit cast adrift, both of them were terribly shy and making new friends was a difficult task for them.

At least that had been the case until just recently when a chance encounter with a man in the neighborhood had led to an invitation to join his social club. The man in question named Richard, was a tall and rather athletic looking gent of perhaps sixty, with a barrel chest and a voice to match he spoke with just a hint of a European accent perhaps German or maybe Russian. He had stopped Roger one day when he was out watering his lawn, they began to chat about this and that until after two months of occasional run-ins on the sidewalk he had appeared at their door one day. He was there to offer them a chance to visit and perhaps become members of what he described as a rather exclusive co-ed social society.

“I think you both would rather enjoy it,” he said when bringing the invite “It’s a tight knit group and we certainly have a lot of fun together and I can assure you the facility is first rate.”

“So it’s like, what, a country club then?” asked Roger.

“Err…well something like that, it’s one of those things you really have to see for yourself, we initiate new folks once a month, next time is this Friday” Richard answered.

“Initiate…sounds like a frat,” said Roger with a bit of a frown; he had always hated that kind of elitist crap, mainly because he was never invited.

“HA! No it’s not like that at all, more of a formality really, but one that has to be observed” Richard replied. “So what do you say?”

Roger paused in thought running a hand through his dark brown hair as his brow furrowed in concentration.

“I guess I can talked to Ellen see what she has to say about it” he replied with a smile lighting his handsome features that had often led to comparisons with a young Clint Eastwood.

Well after a brief talk with Ellen, they had agreed and that is how they found themselves traveling the back roads of the county for the past hour trying to get their GPS to cooperate and take them to the right address.

“I think this piece of shit is busted” Roger complained. “We’ve been driving around forever and there are no houses out here, it’s the middle of nowhere.”

“Wait!” said Ellen. “Isn’t there a turn out just past those trees ahead?”

What looked like a turn out turned out to be a narrow road that soon brought them to an old black iron gate that stood conspicuously open, as they passed through Roger noted the correct address posted on one of the granite columns. After a winding drive through a heavily wooded area their eyes widened in surprise as they emerged before an enormous mansion that looked right out of an episode of Downton Abbey, Roger slowed the car and turned in to the drive as a well-appointed valet stepped up to his door.

“I will take care of your vehicle sir” the valet offered smartly. Roger reached for his wallet but the valet waived him off.

“Not necessary sir, please enjoy your evening,” said the valet and with that he swiftly entered Rogers’s car and sped away around toward the back of the massive estate.

“Huh…well, I guess we knock” said Roger stepping up to the rather ornate double doors that stood some twelve feet tall and were made out of what appeared to be heavy oak. Before he could knock, the door suddenly swung open and they found themselves starring at Richard’s smiling face as he fairly beamed back at them.

“Delightful!” he said, “I’m so thrilled you could attend, please come in.”

He waved them into an expansive entryway that seemed to soar up toward the sky with a gorgeous glass ceiling letting in the last fading light of the day.

“This must be Ellen, Roger’s description hardly did you credit my dear, you are a true beauty” Richard said as he actually took her hand with a kiss like an old world gent. Ellen found herself blushing a bit with the complement though truthfully every woman liked to be told she was beautiful.

“Thank you so much for inviting us” Ellen managed to stammer out.

“Not at all my dear, delighted to have you” Richard replied “Why don’t we step this way.”

Richard led them down a short corridor that ended it what appeared to be a sort of library with bookshelves covering most of the walls, on a small breakfront sat a nondescript black decanter and Richard moved to it quickly pouring three glasses of a slightly amber liquid.

“Here, bostancı escort bayan to the beginning of a wonderful evening and hopefully a long association” Richard offered in toast after handing them each a glass.

“What’s this?” Roger asked.

“A bit of a home brew we prefer around here, I’m sure you will quite like it,” he offered back.

Figuring that it couldn’t be poison if he was drinking it as well Roger quickly downed his with Ellen doing the same, it had a vaguely fruity taste like wine but with a bit more kick and it soon spread a warmth through his stomach. As they stood eyeing the tomes covering the walls a new figure entered the room, a woman, in her early forties perhaps with short dark hair wearing a long black evening dress.

“Ah Penelope right on time, Ellen this is Penelope she will take you where you can change for the initiation ceremony,” Richard said.

“Change?” questioned Ellen.

“No worries my dear, all a part of the fun, I think you will find the outfit we picked for you to your liking,” Richard laughed.

With a slightly worried look at her husband Ellen quickly followed Penelope out a side door that led to a staircase and soon down a long corridor to a series of doors, picking the third one Penelope placed a hand of the knob and turned to face Ellen with a smile.

“I will give you a few minutes to get ready and be back to collect you, you will find your clothes for the evening on the bed” she said.

Ellen passed through the door that shut behind her finding herself in a well-appointed bedroom with beautiful hand carved furnishings, on the bed she saw a small pile of clothing with a card laid on top. As she stepped toward the bed she felt suddenly lightheaded and a bit woozy as a feeling not unlike arousal past through her. “What the hell was that?” she thought as she steadied herself against one of the soaring bedpost. Slowly she reached down and lifted the card to eye level reading the short instructions.

“Please remove all your garments including any under ones as well and place the outfit you see here on your person…Best of luck, Richard.”

As Ellen looked down she realized the outfit in question was a simple white cloak of soft fabric and sitting on top an intricately designed masquerade mask, it immediately occurred to Ellen that this cloak would never cover her soon to be naked body and yet, somehow, the thought did not seemed to be concerning at all. With careful movements, Ellen quickly slipped out of her clothes leaving them neatly folded on the bed and slipped the cloak over her shoulders followed by the mask that she tied to her face. She stepped to a large freestanding mirror to gaze at herself, the cloak fell across her shoulders but did little to cover her body, and she found herself admiring the image in the mirror that stared back at her. Before her was the image of a woman of five foot five, short glowing red hair topped her head in a tight cascade of curls falling just past the nape of her neck. Her fair skin shined in the light and almost involuntarily, she reached up to cup her perfectly shaped breasts topped with soft pink areola and thick slightly engorged nipples. On her face the mask turned out to be that of a Lioness, perfectly crafted and very well fitted to her face though she certainly didn’t know exactly how they would have known what size mask she would need.

A knock at the door pulled Ellen from her revelry and she moved to answer it to find the woman she had been introduced to as Penelope on the other side but not as she had been just minutes earlier. She now stood clad only in a long black cloak of fine material with a mask of some sort of bright bird on her face. The cloak was pulled back to reveal her shapely breasts with their dark wine caste areolas and pointed nipples, between her legs she sported a well-trimmed bush of black hair.

“Good you’re ready, things are about to begin” said Penelope. Penelope took Ellen’s hand and began to guide her down the hallway.

“If you don’t mind me saying you have gorgeous breasts and that fiery bush…to die for,” commented Penelope.

Ellen found herself not at all taken a back but appreciating the complement as she moved towards the adventure that awaited her.

Roger’s experience of the last half hour had been very similar to Ellen’s with two notable exceptions; though the cloak and the nakedness were there; his mask was that of a fierce bull and, after a passing bit of light-headedness, he found himself with a raging hard on that absolutely refused to subside. Interestingly though, his embarrassment over the fact that his penis was sticking rather obviously beyond the confines of his cloak and pointing his way forward quickly vanished and soon seemed like the most natural thing in the world. Richard had returned after leaving him to dress in a sitting room adjacent to the library and now guided him down a corridor that led into a wide-open room filled with several dozen ümraniye escort people all with black cloaks and elaborate masks. As he passed through the crowd and started moving toward the center of the room he caught a few snatches of conversation much of it about him.

“Hmmm…Look at that fat cock, couldn’t you just suck that all night long!” commented one tall blonde hair woman they passed to a shorter brown haired woman at her side.

“You are so right”, her brown haired companion replied, “I would love to feel that thing inside me, he would stretch me out but good.”

Several of the women they passed even had the audacity to reach out and stroke his engorged member as he passed, murmuring appreciatively as they did so; he had the feeling of being the prize dessert at a county fair. At last, they arrived at what turned out to be a raised platform, round and with a think cushioned floor; it stood about two feet above the main floor of the room on stout legs. The platform was surrounded by low backed, heavy wooden chairs and was big enough for two people to lay down on easily. As they arrive at the edge, Richard turned to face him swinging what looked to be an elephant’s trunk protruding at least ten inches past the edge of his cloak.

“Your show now my friend”, said Richard patting Roger’s shoulder in an almost paternal way.

“I know you’ll do fine my friend” he added.

Roger found himself mounting a short set of stairs to stand on the soft top of the platform, as he looked around people began to gather, some taking seats in the chairs and others standing behind them. Surveying the room he momentarily caught sight of the blonde from earlier who he noted was sporting a rather impressive pair of DD breasts, as he gazed in her direction she threw him a wink and then licked her lips in a seductive way sending a little thrill through his still well engorge rod. “Easy boy”, Roger joked looking down but his attention was drawn to a murmuring from the crowd as he saw two figures approaching from the wings.

Ellen found herself moving back down stairs and arriving in a room filled with people dressed similarly to Penelope, the variety of masks was bewildering as she passed a number of on lookers. On occasion one of the men would reach out to squeeze her breast or run a hand across her ass commenting on the magnificence of both but strangely this bothered her not in the least. As she passed through the crowd she spied a raised platform in front of her where she saw a man in a white cloak and a bull mask waiting for her, as she mounted the platform and drew closer she recognized the naked body of her husband.

“Wow”, she said gazing up at his flashing green eyes. “Has your cock always been that big?”

Roger laughed and quickly fired back “I think there is something in the air.”

The two stood staring at each other as the voices in the crowd fell to a hush and a sense of anticipation began to fill the room.

“Umm…what do you think we are supposed to do?” Ellen whispered.

“I think they want to watch us make love,” Roger answered back nervously. “Does that bother you?”

Ellen realized with a start that it did not bother her at all; in fact, all the eyes on her were actually arousing her even more as she stepped closer to her husband’s waiting body.

“No, it should, but somehow it doesn’t at all” Ellen replied, then in a voice choked with emotion “Do you want me Roger?”

Roger reached out to run a hand down his wife’s cheek, “You are so beautiful Ellen”, she took that as an answer and slowly reached back to unclasp her cloak letting it fall to the ground. With slow grace, she knelt down, took hold of her husband’s rock hard cock, and guided it into her mouth, slowly beginning to slide her lips up and down its length, pausing to run her hot tongue around the swollen head and lick the soft underside eliciting a gasp from her husband’s lips. Around her, she began to be aware of a steady stream of appreciative comments as her head worked up and down her husband’s turgid pole.

“Wow, looked at her, what a striking woman, I envy that man’s cock right now” said one fellow.

“She has the most beautiful soft lips doesn’t she, I wish they were wrapped around my prick” offered another.

“Red on the head eh” joked a third.

Ellen opened her eyes momentarily to glance around and saw a number of men in the chairs had begun to stroke their cocks in time to her movements, even Richard, who she noted had the biggest freaking cock she had ever seen. The sight of all these men masturbating while watching her sent a wave of desire rocketing through her as she continued to blow her husband now looking up at him and catching his eye with a wink, she took his hands pulling him down to her as she lay on her back and spread her legs. Roger took the hint leaning forward to place his mouth below her Venus mound and gently separating her soft red hair with his tongue slowly inserting it into her waiting hole. With escort kartal deft flicks of his tongue he began to run it up and down her dripping slit, stopping to work her clit with the tip of his tongue as he wife began to moan softly at the pleasure he was giving her.

“OH…Yes Roger, eat my pussy sweetheart, ah you make it feel so good,” Ellen gasped.

Their audience was enjoying the show all the more and a number of women had even gone so far as to produce long fat dildos from under their chairs and were now ramming them in and out of their pussies as they watched Ellen’s husband work his oral magic on his wife’s sweet, pink hot box.

“Fuck me, have you ever seen anything so hot, look at him eat that pussy!” commented one on looker.

“I wish that was me,” said the blonde-haired woman from earlier, who at that moment was pumping a black dildo the size of a small thermos in and out of her wet cunt.

Roger continued to lick and suck his wife’s sweet clit as she became more and more aroused, now humping his face and pushing his head down hard with her hands, wanting to feel every inch of his red hot tongue against her swelling pussy lips.

“UH…OH…fuck Roger…your making me want to fuck you so bad…oh baby…don’t stop” she said. She could feel the warmth from her clit beginning to spread to her stomach, a sure sign that her orgasm was on its way. As she gazed around at the crowd, you saw one man with a cock nearly as thick as her husband’s suddenly cum, shooting ropes of white jizz flying through the air as he groaned and gasped in his chair. “I did that” she thought, “He just came because he was turned on watching me…wanting me…damn!”

The thought of the sudden power she wielded and that all these men were touching themselves because they desired her began to drive her to push even harder against her husband’s bobbing head, without warning, she felt the hot, hard power of her orgasm suddenly rip through her body.

“OH…OH God Roger…I am going to cum baby…I am OH…fuck…I’M CUMMING!” cried Ellen.

Roger rode the wave of his wife’s orgasm feeling her juices flow across his tongue as he lapped at her swollen pussy, the sound of her arousal coupled with the wonderful smell of her was driving him crazy and all he could think was how bad he wanted to be inside her with his cock. Rising up on his arms he reached down to guide his cock into his wife’s waiting pussy, as he looked down into her eyes that burned with desire for the feel of his body inside hers he was struck by how stunningly beautiful she was and felt his need grow even greater. With an audible groan, he slid deep into the depths of her love hole and felt its warm flesh wrap like velvet around his swollen cock, with slow and deliberate strokes he began to make love to his wife as she began to move her hips to meet his thrusts.

“God Ellen…it feels so good inside you…you’re so perfect,” Roger said.

“Yes Roger…love me deep baby…give it all to me…every inch…ah so good” she responded.

They began to move with greater and greater urgency as Roger began to feel the tightness growing in his balls; he knew it would not be long before the flood tide of his cum would erupt from deep inside him.

“Ellen…Ellen…I can’t…uh…fuck…I can’t hold it back anymore sweetheart…its coming!” Roger wailed.

Ellen pulled her husband’s mouth to hers kissing him deeply as his cock head began to swell inside her, quietly she whispered in his ear.

“Pull it out and cum on my tits Roger…they want to see…all these women want to watch you cum…They want you Roger…show them why!” she said.

With a grunt of effort, Roger rose up on his knees cum beginning to leak from the end of his cock as he pulled it from his wife’s hot pussy. Coming to his aid she quickly slid her hand around his throbbing pole and began milking it with long slow strokes of her finger tips as it soon started to jerk in her palm sending a spray of white hot cum splashing across her gorgeous tits covering her nipples in his love mana.

“OH GOD YES Ellen I’M CUMMING SO HARD! Please don’t stop baby…stroke it…pull my cock…oh so good!” cried Roger.

Around them voices began to rise as the audience joined in many of the men cumming right along with Roger, shooting their loads onto the floor in response to the sight of the passionate love making they had just witnessed, many of the women as well were creaming their dildos or even their fingers.

“AH FUCK!” screamed the tall blonde-haired woman as her pussy spasmed around her dildo.

“Lucky bitch, I would give anything to fuck a stud like that!” she called out.

“Did you see the way she made him cum? Her pussy must be like heaven, I would ask her for a night but I doubt my heart could take it,” said Richard.

Penelope smiled next to him, “I would love to be caught between the two of them, Ellen has the sweetest lips and I would love to feel them on my clit, don’t even get me started on Roger’s cock.”

As the two of them come back to Earth they are treated respectfully as valets come forward with warm wet towels to clean them and they are quickly whisked away to a side room where Richard soon joins them, a pair of black cloaks slung over his arm.

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Jennifer was called to Washington DC; Army Intelligence made her an offer after she finished Law School. Jennifer had two tracks open to her. One was serve in JAG and the other was taking the Intelligence Command up on their offer. She got in late Monday night and decided to sleep in her residence. When she was in the Law Building she received some information that could change everything.

Jennifer waited in the Major’s Apartment she was sitting on the couch with a glass of wine. She heard the keys in the lock and the Major walked in. He attempted to kiss her but she pushed him away.

“What is going on Jennifer?”

“I have the same question for you Major Johnson?”

“Ok tell me what I have done?”

“You didn’t think that I wouldn’t find out that you were seen with, what was described to me as Hot woman, I guess I’m not good enough for you,” said Jennifer.

The Major sat back on the chair he was occupying; “Jennifer it was a former girlfriend in fact it was General Warren’s daughter.”

“Did you send her a racy text to entice her to visit? Like you did to me?” asked Jennifer.

“No No, she sent me an email saying that she was going to be in town and asked to see me. I took her to lunch and said that I was engaged. We caught up on people we knew. That was all there was. She’s got the trophy husband, one of your future colleagues, an attorney in Atlanta. She’s a sales person. She was in town for some conference. She got in her rental car and left campus and that was the last time I saw her,” said the Major.

“I don’t know what to think Chip, I thought that you loved me, now I hear that you are sneaking around with other women, and I wonder if you really do love me,” said Jennifer.

The Major reached in his pocket and handed Jennifer his phone. “The pass code is 4758. Open it and look at mail, text messages anything you want. See if you can find any incriminating information.”

Jennifer looked over the data stored in the phone she chuckled a little when she came across the photos that she and the Major exchanged. She checked the text log and did not find any messaged from other women accept from female cadets.

“As a future Lawyer I would recommend removing the messages from your female cadets,” said Jennifer.

“Well did you find any incriminating evidence?” asked the Major.

“No Major,” Jennifer rose and picked up her pack. “I need to think.”

Jennifer left and walked over to her residence. The Major sat bewildered not knowing what was going on.

The Law School a few days later.

Jennifer’s friend Barbara was sitting in the Law School sub shop when Jennifer approached. “Going Solo or can I sit down?” asked Jennifer.

“I have been wanting to see you, everyone has been talking about your ring. I want to see it,” said Barbara.

“Well I would need to take you over to my residence,” replied Jennifer.

“What’s going on Jennifer?”

“I got back from a trip to DC and Rick told me that the Major took an old flame to lunch when I was away, I got so pissed and confronted him. He didn’t deny it but explained it away saying that she called him up because she was at some conference. I don’t know what to do,” said Jennifer.

” Look I know Rick, and he is not happy unless he is screwing with someone, You need to get your head straight, Jennifer. The few times I have met Chip I knew that you two had something special. My family is well off; you saw that when you came to my house. I can’t tell you the amount of guys who have shown interest in me because they think that I am going to have money. All those guys melted away when I told them that I was going to be a Navy lawyer and forgo my family’s wealth. I met the Major he is real Jennifer; you need to work this out. Or you will regret turning a small blow up into Mount Everest.

“Yea I think I went overboard but I felt so violated. We had just taken deliver of the ring and then I went to DC. I just went nuts,” said Jennifer.

“How did you the Major find each other?” asked Barbara.

“I have never told anyone the way we got together. The Major saw me walking on campus. He then got someone to get my cell number. I was in my room one night and he texted me a photo of his equipment I should have tossed it but I was intrigued. I wanted to know who the guy was. I sent him a photo of my goods and we spent three days sending dirty pictures and videos back and forth before we met. I was so stupid we had sex the first night we met. At first it was just physical but later we really clicked,” said Jennifer.

” That is a little weird. You should have had him arrested but you fucked him. If I were you I would do something to get back together, it would be different if you found him in bed with someone. But he took an old flame to lunch, Hell she might have wanted an affair but he put a stop to it, ” said Barbara.

The talked about school until they had to go to class. Then Jennifer went to the Reserve center. The soldier who was drunk in Germany was waiting escort kartal for her when she arrived. He came into her office and stood at attention.

“Ma’am your friend at the university has taken four pounds off of me. He really knows how to run a PT session. His cadets are in the best shape I have seen.”

“And you telling me this because?” said Jennifer.

“Ma’am is there anyway I and return to the unit? I don’t think that I can take another week of your friends PT sessions. I spoke to my wife and I think that we have things under control. Our phone calls it’s what triggered my drinking.”

“Corporal I will contact the commander and your supervisor to see what I can do. But if he takes you back, you will need to find an Alcoholics support group on the base, and you will still need to attend the PT sessions until I hear from him,” said Jennifer

“Thank you Ma’am,” said the corporal saluting her.

“Corporal I will tell my friend that you said that he runs a good PT program.”

Jennifer looked over the accumulated paperwork and saw that there wasn’t anything that really needed her attention. She opened her computer and pulled up her email program. She drafted a message to the Major.

“Chip, I can not tell you how mad I was when I heard that you saw another woman while I was away.”

One of the Clerks came into Jennifer’s office. “Major Connolly a JAG is here and needs to speak to you.”

“Send him in,” responded Jennifer.

An Army Captain walked in to her office and stood waiting. “Sit down Captain, what can I do for JAG today,” Said Jennifer.

“I am here to discuss the attempted sexual assault by Corporal Hanson,” said the Captain.

The Captain explained the options for disposition of the case. It ranged from a notation in his record to full-blown courts martial.

“I will see what the Commander wants to do and we will need to see what the victim wants to do. The Corporal reports here daily but is on home detention at other times,” said Jennifer.

“We will wait on your decision, and I hear that you’re becoming a colleague soon good luck on the bar,” said the Captain.

“Sorry that we had to meet so late in the day but I am still in classes,” said Jennifer.

“It was no problem ma’am. My girlfriend lives here so I killed two birds with one trip,” the Captain stood and left.

Jennifer turned back to her computer and looked over the message she was composing for the Major. “… I don’t know what came over me I was afraid that I had lost you. But my actions guaranteed that outcome. The few folks that I have talked to have, in so many words told me I am a fool to let you go. Is there a way for us to repair our relationship? I remember our good times and I want to make new memories with you.”

Jennifer looked the message over several times and touched it up and finally hit the send button. She went back to her paperwork and spent the next hours finishing all the tasks that the day staff had left for her. The Security guard put his head in her office and asked when she was leaving. “It will be in a few minutes.”

Jennifer gathered her stuff and walked out to her car and drove back to the campus. She collapsed when she hit the room and after undressing she went to sleep. The next morning she opened her computer but there was no reply from the Major.

After performing her morning actions she got dressed and looked her uniform over and put it on a hanger. She left and went to the dinning hall and then on to the law school. Through out the day she kept checking her email but the Major did not respond. Thoughts crept in that maybe it was over. She was finished with classes and she ran back to the housing area and went up to her room and changed into her uniform and got in her car and headed for the Reserve Center.

The afternoon and evening was uneventful and she checked out at 20:00 and headed back to campus. She stopped off at a drive-through and got dinner. After that it was back to campus. Jennifer gathered her pack and dinner and went up to her room.

There was a long box with a bow leaning against her door. She put her pack and dinner down and picked up the box. Inside were twelve very beautiful red roses. There was a note and Jennifer recognized the Major’s handwriting. “There is only one woman I love and her name is Jennifer Connolly. Will you marry me? M. Johnson”

Jennifer opened her room and put the box on her bed and pulled her dinner and pack in the room. She was beginning to tear and felt small drops run down her face. She sat at her desk and began to cry. No one had expressed their love to her before. She had had boyfriends but she pushed them away. Single minded in college, single minded in the army and now law school. She kept her eye on the prize. Then she fell in love with the Major.

She opened her computer and checked her email there was no response from the Major. Jennifer opened a window and began to compose a message. “Thank you for the lovely flowers, maltepe escort yes I will marry you Major” She hit send and opened her dinner.

Her phone chirped indicating a new text message. She picked up the phone and wondered what photo the Major would send. Jennifer opened the message and there was no photo just a few words “When are you coming over, or do we meet in a neutral location.”

She got up and pulled the engagement ring out of the drawer and slipped it on her finger. She quickly got out of her uniform and put her morning civvies on. Jennifer walked out of the room, down the to the lobby and across the quad. The Major was standing in the door and he wrapped her in his arms.

“I missed you so much,” said the Major.

They kissed and kissed and kissed again. The Major maneuvered her into the apartment and she sat on the couch.

“Jennifer I am so sorry about the reason for our spat. If you had been home I would have included you. This will sound stupid because I can’t form words or ideas as well as you can. But I am so lucky that you love me, I am so proud that you agreed to become my wife. This is going to sound self-serving but I really like showing you off. But that came out wrong but I hope that you understand what I meant.”

“Hey your not bad arm-candy either,” said Jennifer.

“That is cold, but I guess I deserve it,” said the Major.

Jennifer leaned over and kissed the Major. He took her left hand and examined the ring. “I did not get a real chance to see how it looked,” said the Major.

Jennifer felt the old chemistry coming back. She realized how much she missed him. She put her head on his shoulder and suddenly fell asleep. An hour later she woke up, she was stretched out on the couch with a blanket over her, and the Major was sitting in the chair. Jennifer sat up straight and looked around. “I don’t know what came over me, I think my schedule is catching up to me,” said Jennifer

Jennifer stood and the Major embraced her that kissed, “You can stay if you want,” said the Major.

“As much as I would like to, I think that I need to head back. Remember I do love you,” said Jennifer.

Jennifer turned to walk out and then turned back to the Major. “Two things, my bad boy corporal says that he’s dropped four pounds since coming to your PT sessions and asked me to see if he could return to the unit. The second, we both need to communicate better I do not want to go through this again.”

Jennifer walked out and over the quad and back to her residence. She would have stayed and had great sex but she had reading to do and the short nap in the Major’s quarters helped.

The next morning she was up at 05:00 and spent time reading. With her personal life somewhat under control she was able to concentrate. She headed off the class. Her days were becoming routine. After work at the reserve center she headed for the Major’s quarters. The Major welcomed her and handed her a set of chopsticks. There was a fork so she would not be hungry. After dinner she went in the office and read for two hours. She heard the Major shut the lights off and headed to bed. Jennifer got out of her uniform and walked into the bedroom in panties. She slipped next to him and kissed him.

The Major moved on top of her and kissed her. Some how Jennifer was able to remove her panties, the Major moved down to Jennifer’s pussy. He planted his lips firmly on her vagina and inserted his tongue. “Major please fuck me.”

“I have really missed you, Jennifer Connolly,” The Major moved and positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy and he impaled her and then he kissed her. He put his arms around her and lifted her to a sitting position. She began to jog up and down on his pole, while he sucked on her breasts. Jennifer continued to push the Major back until he was on his back. She went crazy as she was climaxing. She got so physical that they both they fell on the floor laughing. The Major continued to kiss her. She tried to get off the floor but the Major would not let her up. “Chip my legs are going to sleep let me up.”

The Major stood and lifted Jennifer by her armpits. She was a little unsteady when she got to her feet, and fell back on the bed. The major got down and began to massage her feet. “Major if you continue I will cum again, keep going.”

The Major moved up and kissed her. The Major made one more trip down to her pussy and kissed her labia. He moved back and kissed her again. They turned toward each other and kissed. They eventually fell asleep.

Jennifer woke at 05:00, the Major walked in to the room in his exercise outfit. He leaned down and kissed her. “How are you doing Major arm candy,” said the Major.

“Watch who you’re calling arm candy, mister.” The Major leaned down and kissed her. He then disappeared out the door. Jennifer turned over and fell asleep again. Suddenly a bugle call went off in Jennifer’s ear. She sat bolt upright.

“That is what sounds when you call Jennifer,” said the pendik escort bayan Major who had just returned from his PT session.

“I don’t want to go to class I just want to make love to you,” said Jennifer.

“That’s fine it’s Saturday so I guess you don’t have class,” said the Major.

Jennifer looked at her watch, which was still around her wrist. The day date watch said Saturday. “I have really lost track of time.”

Jennifer got out of bed and went into the second bedroom and found a t-shirt. She opened her computer, and looked at her calendar and found that no duty was listed. She took the shirt off and walked into the kitchen where the Major was drinking an orange juice.

“I like the view, ma’am.”

“I thought you would,” said Jennifer.

There was a knock on the door and Jennifer ran to the bedroom and put the shirt back on. The Major went to the door. One of the cadets stood at the door. “Major Johnson cadet Brill collapsed after PT. She’s in lobby of the Dorm.”

“Let’s go,” said the Major.

Jennifer was in the bedroom and quickly put on sweat pants and a shirt and followed the Major to the dorm. In the distance she heard the wail of a siren. The Major was organizing the group that was standing around to keep too many hands from getting involved. Two Paramedics arrived at the scene and began checking vital signs. The cadet was awake and responsive and one of the paramedics went to get the gurney. Jennifer got the Major’s attention; “Go be with your soldier, I will be in your quarters,” said Jennifer.

One of the unit’s staff showed up and further organized the cadets. They started interviewing members of the unit to see if the cadet had showed signs of health problems. Statements were collected and were held for the university. The scene quieted down and Jennifer went back to the Major’s quarters and started studying. She had two more papers to write and she knew that that would take up most of her weekend.

She pulled one of her books and stared reading her assignment. About an hour later she heard her phone and pulled it out of her purse. “Jennifer, we are about finished here the kid was dehydrated and they have an IV in her arm. She is responding well and they said that she would be discharged in a little while.”

“How are you getting home?”

“Lt. Winters will bring the unit’s van over and transport us, I should be back in a few hours.”

Jennifer went back to her book and started to take notes. A few hours later she finally was tired and disgusted with the reading. She went back to the bedroom and stretched out. Just as she was falling asleep she heard the Major come in the door, calling her name.

“I’m in the bedroom,” said Jennifer.

The Major walked in and leaned down and kissed her. “She is a little woozy but getting better. I heard that she was at a party last night and shouldn’t have been out so late,” said the Major.

“You mean she should not have had so much to drink last night,” said Jennifer.

“That too,” said the Major

Jennifer reached up and pulled his sweats down and found his cock staring at her. She started to massage his cock. She brought the tip to her mouth and kissed the end. Her tongue painted his shaft. “I want to make love to you,” said the Major.

“What’s stopping you darling.”

The Major pulled her sweats down and found Jennifer with no panties and her blonde muff on display. Jennifer guided his cock to her pussy and he drilled his shaft into her cunt. When he was in her fully she locked her legs around him. Their mouths met and their tongues fought each other. She prevailed and her tongue explored his mouth. The Major started moving his cock in and out of her pussy. Jennifer responded by flooding his cock with her cum. The Major continued to thrust in and out of her pussy and with one lunge he exploded.

They both embraced and kissed and just looked at each other. “I really missed making love to you,” said the Major.

Jennifer got out from under the Major and pulled her pants up, She put her top on and kissed the major and stroked his cock. “I have more reading to do, I don’t know what your doing.” Jennifer walked out of the bedroom and went back to where her books were piled up. She settled in and started to read and take notes.

She heard the shower going and after a while the Major came out dressed in Dockers and a polo shirt. “I want to take a look at the cadet make sure she’s doing alright. He walked out of the door and walked into the dorm used by the ROTC unit. There were several students in the cadet’s room. Everyone in the room stood at attention. The Major said “As you were.” The Major checked the young woman over and he looked like she had recovered from the ordeal. “You gave us a scare cadet, I think that you need to cut down on the partying for awhile. I want you to drink plenty of water. You are excused tomorrow morning,” said the Major.

Everything seemed well and the Major encouraged the gathered cadets to let her rest. He left and walked back to his quarters. Jennifer changed clothes while he was away and they kissed when he walked in the door. It was about 15:00 and both the Major and Jennifer wanted food. “Come on let’s get out of here and find us some food,” said the Major.

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Chapter 1

Miss Vickie Roach sat at her desk and looked out at her students who were trying to solve the daily trigonometry problem. Her eyes moved across her senior section and the smallest of smiles appeared on her face as she observed her favorite class. Vickie was well liked by both faculty and students despite the fact that she dressed as a much older school marm. Although very confident in her teaching ability and her ability to communicate with her students, Vickie was just the opposite when it came to her own self esteem and sense of style.

This was her fifth year as a high school math teacher in a small suburban town and many of the other teachers secretly thought that her attire and style would be the same when she had forty years of teaching behind her. Although she had a pretty face and an athletic body, she hid it behind loose sweaters, baggy pants, and plain, concealing dresses. Vickie liked to keep in shape but was much too self conscientious to ever appear in a health club so she purchased equipment that she constantly used to keep in shape. Vickie’s house, left to her when both her parents died in the same year due to cancer, had a room of gym equipment that she used often.

Vickie had always been shy around her peers, uncomfortable around men and never had a really serious relationship. It was that she just felt inadequate and lacking confidence that she never emerged on the dating scene and was content with her lot in life. Vickie was happy, lonely, but happy as she watched her students. Student who were so unlike her. She never had a laptop computer to use at their age. Every student in her class had one and they all were busy at the keyboard solving today’s problem, at least she hoped that’s what they were doing. Since the school was setup for wireless internet, there was an occasional student who just had to check their e-mail or see who was online by checking their buddy list. More than one student was caught setting up a clandestine meeting with a schoolmate that they had planned in class. Such was the case with the high tech schools of today, teachers had to be aware of so many more things.

The school year was into its second month and October seemed to be long and difficult. Learning new names was always a chore and the looming parent teachers meeting just added more stress. Vickie was always afraid that she would forget a students name and be embarrassed beyond belief, so she scanned the class, trying to match a face with a name but those darn computer screens hid some faces making the job that much more difficult.

Vickie looked down at her own laptop and snickered to herself as she snuck a look at her own e-mail. If her students caught her there would be no end to the harassment. Six new e-mails. Two of which she knew were not meant for her because both boasted of increased penis size, she deleted both immediately. Three others were of no consequence but the last one was intriguing. The sender was SIXTH PERIOD TRIG in big, bold letters. She paused before opening and she reminded herself that this was her sixth period trig class. Could some one in this room be sending her a message. She wondered how they got her address but then reminded herself that her school e-mail would be really easy to determine. It was always the teacher first initial, followed by the their last name and then the school.

Vickie was torn between just deleting the message but the her curiosity got the better of her and she opened it. It read:

Dear Miss Roach,

You are my favorite teacher. You could not begin to believe the impact you have on my life. Thank you for being you.

SIXTH PERIOD TRIG

Vickie read and reread the message and then scanned the class to see if some one was observing her. She saw no incriminating stares and was troubled by the message. She wondered if she she report it. It contained no threats, no vulgar language, no inclination that the sender would harm anyone so Vickie decided that it might just be a smitten teenager. Vickie never really had a student, or anyone for that matter, write her such a note. The more she thought about it the more she thought it must be a joke. Some cruel student trying to aggravate a teacher or it could even be a practical joke from a colleague. Vickie promised herself to be on guard because she didn’t want to look foolish but she also felt a flush of excitement that it was possible that someone liked her.

The rest of the period and day went without further incident and the phantom e-mail slipped from her mind.

Dave Barry wondered how his teacher received his e-mail. He had sent it to her on a whim, although he did find his trig teacher to be both very pretty and desirable. Nobody else thought of Miss Roach this way but Dave knew that if she just would take the effort to modify her look that she would be a beautiful woman. Dave had watched as she looked down at her computer. He wasn’t certain that she was reading it but when her head popped up and she looked the class over, he pendik escort knew. Since she started looking at the opposite side of the class from him, he had plenty of time to busy himself with today’s problem. He already had the answer and that was why he had time to think of his teacher. He liked her as most of the students did but he liked her for her potential, her inner beauty and wished he could extract that and turn his thoughtful, caring teacher into the beautiful flower that he knew existed under her disguise.

Dave was an average eighteen year old boy. He was good looking and smart but if his peers were asked to name the best looking and smartest, Dave’s name would not appear in the top ten, if at all on the list. Dave was the kind of student that tended to melt into a crowd, become invisible, the kind of a student that others never remembered. But Dave was kind and caring even though he had only a few choice friends. He never was one to do something just be with the in crowd. Dave had confidence and a fine eye for what really mattered. He would be quick to help anyone and had done so, even though his kind acts were quickly forgotten. Miss Roach was Dave’s kind of person. She was also kind and caring and all he had to do was bring out her inner beauty. He wanted to do this not for his own benefit, not so that he could ravage the new found beauty but he wanted to do so in the same manner a gardener cares for a newly planted seed, knowing that his effort will yield a precious flower.

The days passed without another message and Vickie quickly forgot until one day after class she checked her e-mail. In her in box a new message from SIXTH PERIOD TRIG waited for eyes. Vickie nervously looked around her now empty classroom and then she felt silly for doing so. She opened the message and it read:

Dear Miss Roach,

I come to school every day to see you. I wonder if you know that during class that someone desires you, someone thinks that you are special, someone is peeking under your well masked facade and sees the beauty that lies therein. Well, Miss Roach, I desire you.

SIXTH PERIOD TRIG

Vickie must have read that message a dozen times and each time she asked herself another question. Who would write this? What high school student would use words like facade and therein? What high school student would find her desirable? The more she read it the more confused she became. She opened her grade book and went through each name and thought about the possibility of that student being the author. Name after name and name and no suspects. Vickie didn’t even realize it when her finger glided over Dave Barry’s name without so much as a thought because Dave was one of those students who was invisible even though he was in plain sight.

That night as Vickie exercised she thought of the e-mail and it’s contents and she carried those thoughts with her as she went to bed. Unknown to her, Dave had planted a seed in Miss Vickie Roach’s head that was just starting to germinate.

Wednesday’s class went without incident. She could not even venture a guess as to the source of the mystery e-mailer. At the end of the period Vickie had mixed emotions about not receiving another message. She was somewhat relieved that another had not come but also a splinter of disappointment had pierced her well hidden demeanor.

The origins of the messages had started to dominate her thinking. The rest of her day, the drive to her house, the time it took to grade papers, her exercising, even her attempts to fall asleep were troubled by the content of the e-mails. The thought of why someone would do this to her was also present with the thought that someone found her desirable. These conflicting emotions troubled Vickie.

Friday, sixth period finally came without any more e-mails. Vickie tried to match the absentee list to see if this gave evidence to uncover the secret sender but it was to no avail. The class went well, the students seemed to grasp the concepts and quickly busied themselves with the problem of the day. Vickie sat behind her desk and watched them work. She could not spot any furtive glances and decided that she must begin some of her other obligations. She avoided her e-mails, even though she worked on her computer and after five minutes her curiosity won out and she checked her in box. One message and it was from SIXTH PERIOD TRIG. She wasted no time and opened it. It read:

Dear Miss Roach,

Each day your students see you as a teacher, a very special, caring, kind teacher but not as a woman. I know the woman that lies beneath. I look at you and see the woman, the desirable woman that you are. I think of you at night and wonder. I wonder why you hide, I wonder why you wrap your body in concealment. I wonder how you would look if you just let your hair down. Please, Miss Roach, on Monday let your hair down, I think we’ll both find it exciting.

SIXTH PERIOD TRIG

Vickie logged off her computer and shut it down. She didn’t know what maltepe escort to do but she was troubled. The question of who was doing this played on her mind even as the bell rang and the students filed out of her class. A few students muttered to her about having a nice weekend but Vickie was preoccupied and barely acknowledged their kindness.

School ended and Vickie felt paranoid. Even as she made her way to her car, she would cast nervous glances over her shoulder, afraid that someone would sneak up behind her.

Finally, she sat behind the wheel of her car and let out a deep breath in relief. Vickie pulled down the sun visor and looked in the mirror. She concentrated on her own face and realized that she was plain in appearance and she wondered why she was that way. She looked at her hair that was pinned up and it came to her that she had always worn her hair this way to school, never once letting it down.

At home, she busied herself with correcting papers while the day was fresh in her mind and was done in ninety minutes. In her bedroom she studied herself in the floor length mirror and wondered why a boy, a high school boy would find her attractive. Vickie’s hands went to her hair and soon it collapsed around her shoulders. She always took great care of her hair and it showed. The curly locks of fine, silky, brown hair fell so that it surrounded her face, draped over her back and in the front brushed against her breasts. The curls and swirls of hair seemed to blanket her chest providing a soft pillow of comfort for her firm breasts. Vickie’s eyes were critical of the rest of her nerdy attire which also matched her daily school clothes.

The weekend was a blur for Vickie. Her workouts were far more strenuous as if she was trying to prove something and she seemed to pay more attention to her body. She had firm, shapely legs, a pert ass and breasts, although not large, exploded from her chest as solid orbs that somewhat embarrassed her.

Fresh from her shower, she slipped into a robe that fell to mid thigh and logged on to her computer. She was very anxious as she checked her e-mail and couldn’t decide if she wanted to see another phantom e-mail or not. She wasted no time when she discovered that Sixth Period trig had indeed left a message.

Dear Miss Roach,

I know that you have wondered about my request. I mean you no harm, it’s just that I think that you’re very attractive. I think you are so very special. I think of you often but in my mind, I picture you differently. I see your hair, your beautiful, silky hair as it cascades over your shoulders. I see the way it bounces as you walk. I picture it swirling as you turn to the chalkboard and then back. I see you dressed with more attractive clothes. You can’t believe how I imagine you wearing a simply, white cotton blouse instead of those baggy sweaters. I dream of you wearing slacks that are tailored for your shape instead of the floppy pants you wear. I cannot even imagine what you would look like in a skirt. Please do not think of me as vulgar because I am not. Do not think of me as a pervert because I am not. Think of me as an artist, someone who can bring out the inner beauty and you are my subject. I would never harm you, Miss Roach, never. If you think of me as a stalker or someone who would harm you, then respond to this e-mail with one word. Respond with STOP and I will cease all contact. I will never e-mail you again. I will still be a respectful student and I will always see your inner beauty. If you wish me to continue then respond with another one word. Respond with PLEASE. I hope to hear from you soon

SIXTH PERIOD TRIG

Vickie must have read the e-mail ten times. She was confused and tried to gauge her reaction. Then it struck her. She was a teacher, a professional, someone who was to lead by example. Why was she even doubtful about what she must do. She hit the reply button, erased the previously typed text and typed STOP.

Vickie looked at the send button, placed the mouse directly over and pressed it. There, that would be the end of that. Now she could get back to normal and not worry about her unknown student. Now she didn’t have to worry about those sexy e-mails, even if it did excite her just a little. Vickie stared at the screen, the word STOP, the mouse on the send button which was still pressed down. She stayed that way for minutes and slowly, carefully moved the depressed mouse off the send button, in effect canceling the send request. Vickie sighed deeply but she felt a little bit more alive, a little bit naughty as she shut down her computer.

That night Dave Barry went to bed after waiting the longest time for a response but none came. He wondered if she received it or maybe just hadn’t opened it yet or maybe she was thinking about it. Dave Barry went to bed that night with erotic thoughts of his teacher and masturbated. When he came in an explosion of pleasure he dreamed that it was not tissue that found his hot seed but his math teacher, Miss kartal escort Vickie Roach.

Vickie Roach went to bed that night in the one sexy article in her wardrobe, a silky, clear nightie with dainty matching panties. Vickie went to bed without bothering to put on her skimpy panties. She laid in her bed and thought of her unknown student and masturbated. When she came, she raised her hips in pleasure and dreamed that it wasn’t her fingers that brought this excitement but her unknown student who was between her legs, cumming at the exact same moment they locked lips in a passionate kiss. She felt very sexy as she still felt the warm after glow of her orgasm but she also felt troubled when she thought about her lonely existence.

Chapter 2

Vickie tried to keep herself busy that weekend so that her thoughts would not drift to the e-mail, the e-mail that seemed to consume her thoughts. She went grocery shopping then came home and exercised. She went to a clothing store and browsed, actually looking at more modern clothes, clothes that would accentuate her figure but she could not bring herself to purchase them. When she arrived home that Saturday, she exercised some more as if doing so would answer all her questions.

The rest of the weekend was a blur and she realized more than ever how lonely she was, how few friends she had and wondered if it would ever change.

Monday morning came and Vickie readied herself for school as she had done every previous day, the same boring hairstyle, the same boring attire, the same boring Vickie.

School was normal that day. She really liked to teach and she anticipated sixth period trig more than ever but no e-mail was forthcoming nor was there one on Tuesday, Wednesday or the rest of the week, or the rest of the month and Vickie had long forgotten her e-mails.

Suddenly, the day before Thanksgiving break, there it was, an e-mail from sixth period trig. She immediately scanned the room, since that class was now in front of her. She saw no guilty faces, no telltale stares and she proceeded to open the correspondence.

Dear Miss Roach,

You never answered my last e-mail. Did you get it? If you did, then signal yes by taking your stapler out of your desk drawer and putting it in the right hand corner of your desk. If you never got it or wish these letters to stop, then do nothing. Thank you.

SIXTH PERIOD TRIG

Vickie stared at the message. The emailer wants to secretly communicate even though she is surrounded by a roomful of students. She gave it no thought as she opened her desk drawer, grasped the stapler and placed it in the right hand corner of her desk. Vickie felt naughty, she felt alive as she stared at her screen. She then realized that she needed this adventure and promised herself that she would never let it get out of hand, never let it go too far.

The next e-mail was in her inbox in minutes.

Dear Miss Roach,

I can only assume that you were confused as to what actions you should take. I believe that I should be more direct, more insistent as to what I would like you to do. This evening, I will e-mail you again with instructions. I want you to follow these directives and keep in mind that I would never, ever do anything to harm you or your career. You are able to stop this at any time.

I need some information first. I know where you live but I don’t know where your computer is situated. Use you desk as a map. The front center of your desk is your front door as seen from the street. Place the stapler on your desk to the corresponding place in your place.

SIXTH PERIOD TRIG

Vickie moved the stapler to her left side of her desk, about half way down.

Another e-mail followed.

Dear Miss Roach,

It looks like you have designated the back room on the side of your place. I’ll assume it’s the first floor.

I want you to open this e-mail at precisely 7 PM, tonight but before you do that, I want you to raise the shade in that room a few inches. Don’t be frightened, I want to look at you as you open the e-mail. If the shade is completely down then I will go home.

SIXTH PERIOD TRIG

The bell rang, the class filed out but Vickie stayed at her desk, barely acknowledging her exiting students. It dawned on her that If she were to continue, she would have to arrange for him to peep in her window. Vickie knew that a dangerous step was taken and she finished the rest of her day in a fog, knowing that she should stop this now.

Once home, Vickie went about straightening up the computer room. She had a desk on the side of the room, her exercise equipment was on the far wall with a sofa and TV on the other wall. She had arranged the room so that when she was on the treadmill she could watch TV. She glanced at the windows, two of them. Either one would let just about anyone peer into her room and see but she went to the one closer to her computer and raised the shade about 2 inches.

Vickie went to the sofa and collapsed not because she was tired but rather because she was confused, confused but excited that for the first time someone was interested in her. Vickie’s head was back against the cushion and her hand was cupping her breast as she just dreamed of nothing in particular.

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The shrill ring of his mobile phone startled him.

He opened his eyes and rolled over, fumbling for the annoying interruption to one of his favorite dreams.

“That’s a place I won’t be able to get back to for a while.” he grumbled as he picked up his phone and glanced at the screen. Two pieces of information were displayed. One, the time, stating it was 2:30am, on a Monday morning no less. Great, five hours till work. The second was much more intriguing… It was the Caller ID – Kate.

He hesitated at the name on the screen. Kate was his best friend of more than eleven years, and he had last seen her under a wet and moonlit sky, saying goodbye. She was leaving on a whirlwind trip of London, followed by almost two years of service as a masseuse aboard a luxury cruise liner. It had been terrible weather that night, and they had spent most of the evening in the car, talking loudly to each other so as to be heard over the rain. The thunder had eased and Kate had unexpectedly jumped out of the car, racing away from him towards the middle of the car park. She stopped, already soaked through, and turned to him. He would never forget those next few minutes.

Kate was incredibly striking, she always had been. Her blonde hair was always well groomed and framed her face delicately. Her blue eyes had a piercing gaze that could melt even the most stalwart of men (and some women, although that’s a story for another time) and her figure made you want to grab hold. They had known each other for a lifetime, and he had fallen for her long ago. He had never told her, for fear of losing her altogether, but always was there for her, whenever she needed him. And she needed him now.

She stood, wet to the core, and beckoned for him to join her. It was a simple gesture, a flick of a wrist at most, but it made him come running. The rain chilled him instantly, and, bracing himself against the cold, he strode across the deserted car park toward her. He closed the gap between them, but stopped short, about a foot away from her. She was on the verge of tears.

“I’m scared.”

He almost didn’t hear her. The rain had picked up and whipped her blonde locks across her face. Her bottom lip trembled slightly, either because of the cold, or because of what she had said. Maybe even a little of both. When she became worried, or lost, or scared, he had always seemed to know how to calm her. And he did what he always did. He opened his arms, an offered a warm and welcome embrace.

She bridged the gap between them instantly, folding his arms around her so that she was safe, protected, secure. She buried her face in his chest and he could feel her body shake as she let out little sobs. He gently placed a hand on her head, and held her close.

“What are you scared of, Kate?”

She looked up at him, her azure gaze penetrating deeply into his dark brown eyes.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen while I’m away.” She began, “Everything will be different when I come back. Even you.”

The statement hit home for him. He had considered that maybe they would never be what he wanted them to be, and that, while Kate was abroad, he would find someone special. But he hadn’t considered that Kate had been thinking about that, too.

“I’ll never change, pendik escort Kate. I’ll always be here for you. You know that.”

She squeezed him as he said it. She found comfort in his words, weather he meant them or not, but he felt sincere.

“Kate…?” He faltered. Was he really about to tell her how he felt? Now, of all times, when she was about to leave for the opposite side of the planet? Would he get a better opportunity? Probably not. He lifted her chin gently, taking his time, pacing himself. Then, cautiously, deliberately and very delicately, he uttered three simple words.

“I love you.”

He tilted his head to hers, and their lips met. She smelled amazing, even in the rain. And a crack of thunder and lightning illuminated the scene in spectacular fashion. Much to his delight, he found her kissing him back. A gentle nudge against his lips made him part them slightly as her tongue pleasantly found it’s way against his own. The kiss lasted only a few moments, but it would be the kiss he measured every other in his life against. When he broke the passionate embrace, she smiled up at him, warmly.

“Thank you.” She said, knowingly, “That’s exactly what I wanted.”

Their evening was almost uneventful after that. They continued to talk as though nothing had happened, although they held each other for the remainder of the night. He kissed her goodnight, and then, early the next morning, she flew out of his life for the next two years.

That had been eight months ago.

While they had swapped emails and discussed the details of her trip, they had never discussed that night. But now, here, at 2:30am in the morning, she was calling him direct from wherever she was on the other side of the world.

He answered the call. “Hello, Kate.”

“Oh my God! It’s so good to hear your voice, I missed you so much!” She was crying.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“Oh, just homesick, I guess, and I’ve been drinking, and I miss you and everyone back home, and I’m just feeling lost.”

“Surely working on a luxury cruise liner can’t be that bad.” he offered.

“You don’t understand. I have no one.”

“What are you talking about, you’ve got me, you know that.”

“Yes, but you’re all the way back home in Melbourne…”

“But I’m still right here, Kate. What do you need? How can I help?”

There was a pause. He wasn’t sure if it was the delay or a break in connection. He called out to her again. Then, after another short pause, she asked him a question.

“Are you still the same?”

He frowned. What did she mean by that?

“Yes, I think so. I told you I wouldn’t change while you were away.”

“So you haven’t shacked up with anyone?”

“No.” He was telling the truth, but didn’t understand where this was going. “Have you?”

“No. That’s part of the problem.”

“What do you mean? Surely you’ve had offers from all the guys out there?”

He was a little hurt by her comment, but they were not a couple, and she was free to do what she liked with whomever she liked, but he had been hopeful, all the same. Then she said the words he would never forget.

“But they aren’t you.” She whispered the words as if they were a sensitive secret. He beamed in his bedroom, his heart maltepe escort doing backflips in his chest.

“Are you still there?” She asked.

He responded that he was, and they then made a bit of small talk, but it was clear he didn’t know what to say.

“Baby,” she had only on very few occasions called him that, “where are you right now?”

“In bed, it’s nearly 3am here. Where are you?”

“In my room on the ship. We’ve docked for the night, and while I’m allowed off the boat, there’s nothing I really want to do… Except you.”

His dick sprang to attention.

“Baby, I need you. And I want to make you feel really, really good, too.”

He moaned a little, but she heard it instantly.

“I’m going to talk, and you are going to listen. I know I can’t physically be there right now, but I bet you wish I was. I want you to place your warm hands on my skin, feel you pull me toward you. Feel you kiss me again.”

His hand slid down his stomach into his boxers, brushing over his hardening cock as she spoke.

“I want you to make yourself feel good, baby. Touch it while I talk to you.”

“Way ahead of you, Kate.” he said as he pulled his member out of his shorts altogether.

“I’m here, in my little room, sprawled out on my bed, wishing you were lying here next to me. Do you know what I’d do? I’d sit on top of you. I’d tease you. I’d start to undress you slowly, stripping you down to your boxers, and then I’d lift the waistband, pulling it up off your skin, but then I’d stop, and tease you some more. I’d remove my clothes and leave just my underwear on, then remove your boxers with my teeth.”

“I’d slide your shorts down over your body, exposing all of you to me for the first time. God, I’ve thought about you naked from time to time, baby. I wonder what it looks like. Describe your cock to me. I bet you’re looking at it right now.”

He gulped at this, and began to describe his hard, engorged 8 and a half inch dick to her, in full detail. She moaned her approval.

“I want to take that cock of yours in my mouth, baby. You deserve all the pleasure I can offer you. I’d slip the head of your dick between my lips and slowly run my tongue along the head, getting you wet and slippery. I’d massage your balls and stroke your shaft while I suck on that big head, making you moan and groan. Stroke that big cock for me, baby.”

He did as he was told.

“I want you to suck my nipples, now, baby. Undo my bra and take off my panties and lick my tits. Suck on them, make me moan. Oh my God, baby, I can’t take it any more. I’m putting my hand inside my panties just for you. I can feel you here, pinching my nipples, as I rub my clit.”

He plucked up more courage at this, and muttered, “Show me.”

“Oh, you’d like that wouldn’t you baby. You wanna see my naked body? Well, if you do, you gotta show me a little something first…”

While still on the phone, he managed to keep the call going and switch to the phone’s camera. He snapped a decent photo of his cock, with his hand wrapped around it, and sent it off to her, without hesitation. All the while, she kept up her commentary.

“Oh God, baby. I want to feel you suck on my pussy while your cock fills my mouth. I’m gonna climb on kartal escort top of you, and press my wet cunt onto your face. Fuck my mouth while I fuck yours, baby.”

He heard the distinct beep of her phone as she received the message. Her breathing changed and she stopped speaking for a few moments.

“Oh shit, baby. You are a big boy! That cock of yours looks amazing, and now I can really picture what it is I’m about to fuck! Lay me on my back on the bed, baby, I want you to slip that cock of yours inside me. I want to feel you fill me up to the brim.”

His phone beeped in his ear. He had an incoming message. He switched to the messenger program and saw it was from Kate. He also saw that their was a picture attached. He opened it, stroking his cock faster. When he saw the image appear on the screen, he moaned his approval.

“Do you like what you see, baby?”

The photo was of Kate, in all her stunning naked glory, spread out on the bed, just as she had described. She was wearing nothing but a smile, and her cheeks were flushed, clearly she was aroused.

Her breasts were full and pert, wonderfully topped with deliciously pink nipples, standing at full attention. His eyes roved over her form, taking all of this digital goddess in. He looked down her body, over her stomach, and stopped at the space between her legs. She was bare down there, her pussy winking at him, devoid of hair. Her pussy lips were open, and she had one hand holding her pussy lips apart to really open herself up for him. Her clit was erect and protruding from the folds, and there was a hint of wetness he could see. Next to her most intimate of intimates, was a small tattoo of a yummy looking strawberry.

“Oh, baby, I want you do fuck that pussy you see open for you. Slide your dick in there, baby. I’m wet and ready.”

“What’s with the Strawberry, baby?” He asked through heavy breathing.

She laughed as she panted. He imagined her there, on the other side of the world, frigging her clit while he pumped his cock, each of them helping each other closer to orgasm.

“The Strawberry? It’s what I like to eat… Only I like my Strawberry with cream.”

That sent him over the edge. He pumped harder, imagining what it might feel like to pound her wet pussy until he exploded inside her.

“I want you to come for me, baby. Fill my cunt up with that cream I know you’ve been keeping just for me. Spray your hot load deep inside me.”

He groaned as the orgasm built, and she heard him approach the climax.

“Do it, baby, spray it everywhere, make a dirty, sticky mess all over me!”

He screamed down the phone as he started to come, and heard her doing the same. They both moaned and erupted in pleasure as they came, his load shooting out from his cock in strong heavy spurts as he covered his hand and the bedsheets in his hot cum. She moaned down the phone as her own orgasm subsided, and gradually their breathing returned to normal.

“You still there, baby?”

He confirmed that he was, and she giggled down the phone.

“Wow,” she said, “I’m going to let you get some sleep. I realize it’s pretty late now. I’m sorry I called you so late.”

“Don’t worry about it, Kate. I’m glad you did!”

“I am too. Thank you, that’s exactly what I wanted.”

And Kate hung up, leaving him to clean himself up, and giving him a whole new set of dreams to dream, and leaving him wonder about the possibilities of what could happen when Kate finally came home.

To Be Continued…

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