Streetwalker
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‘IS MEL AROUND?’
VI.
‘I’m going to take a shower,’ Bert said. He kissed Carla, slipped reluctantly from her embrace, and headed for the bathroom. He’d just gotten the water temperature right when she joined him.
‘Couldn’t let you do this alone,’ Carla said. She slid her arms around him and their lips joined.
Bert thought that he’d reached sexual satiation, but, as Carla’s wet skin moved against his, he realized he was wrong. His penis began to swell. ‘God…damn!’ he said.
‘What’s the matter?’ Carla asked, looking concerned.
‘You’re turning me on again!’ Bert told her.
Carla looked down, saw what was happening, and grasped his cock in her hand. ‘I guess I am, aren’t I?’ she said. She sank to her knees and put him in her mouth.
Bert groaned and leaned against the wall of the shower as Carla’s lips worked magic on him, launching exquisite sensations, which bounced around inside him like ping-pong balls, building, growing. He was so hot he couldn’t understand why steam wasn’t coming from him when the cascading water touched him.
‘Carla!’ he groaned. He was getting too close. He loved it when she sucked him, but he didn’t want that now! He pulled her to her feet. ‘I want you!’
‘How?’ Carla asked. She was puzzled. They’d have to get out and dry off. They couldn’t get in bed wet like this.
‘Bend over,’ Bert told her, his voice thick. ‘Like so.’ He showed her what he wanted and she did it, feeling his body brush hers as he moved behind her.
‘Oh God! Another new experience!’ Carla thought as he moved close behind her, his cock slapping the cheeks of her graceful bottom. ‘What is he going to do this time?’ she wondered She gasped as his rigid pole slid into her and felt ecstasy flutter through her. How was she ever going to get along without having him? They’d been fucking and sucking constantly since he arrived and neither of them seemed able to get enough! At least she couldn’t! What was she going to do when things returned to normal?
Bert, meanwhile, looked at the beauteous woman he’d impaled and passion continued to rush over him as he thrust into her. She was so beautiful! He reached over, took the soap and got one of his fingers all lathery, then began to tickle her exposed anus, probing it, teasing it.
Carla went wild. ‘Bert! Ah! What…? Oh God! That feels so lovely!’ she wailed when his finger probed at her rear opening, then entered her. Another new experience was hers, the thrill of being double-fucked! The sensations were intense! Too intense!
‘Oohh!’ Carla wailed as rapture overwhelmed her and she exploded!
‘I’m coming!’ she cried. ‘Bert! Bert! Yes! Oh, Bert! Yes! Do it! Do it! Yes! Don’t stop! Oh, God! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Yes! Yes! Yes!’
‘Gahh!’ Bert cried as he, too, came, spilling his juices into her, riding out ecstasy with her, his cock and finger driving into her.
Somehow they managed to finish their shower. They dried themselves off, and went back to the living room. Both of them were sated so they decided to watch another movie. They did just that cuddled together on the sofa. When the film ended Bert turned and looked at Carla.
‘It…it’s not going to be easy to go home in the morning,’ he said.
‘I don’t want you to,’ Carla replied. ‘But I know you have to. It’s going to be terribly lonely with you gone. Maybe I’ll go to my folks’ after all.’
She pressed against him, as if trying to meld their bodies together. ‘What have we started?’ she asked.
‘Up to now, something wonderful,’ Bert said. ‘Only it seems like there’s a painful side to it, too.’
‘I know,’ Carla replied. ‘I…I don’t know if I could stand it if I thought I’d never have all this again. Or even a small part of it.’
‘I know,’ Bert said and kissed her. ‘Thing is, this is going to be our last night together for a while and I’d like to spend it in bed.’ He got up, scooped her up in his arms, and carried her down the hallway to the bedroom.
Carla wasn’t sure why, but she found his action quite special. In the room, he laid her on the bed, then he laid down next to her. There seemed to be a shared awareness that, somehow, this time would be different.
Bert’s lips covered Carla’s and her lips and tongue moved urgently against his. His hands slid over her body, his touch once more startlingly tender. Again, Carla felt her body begin to come alive. This time was different somehow. There was less urgency, less intensity. There was, however, caring and warmth.
‘I sure am going to miss this,’ Bert said, his hand cupped Carla’s breast, teasing a nipple. ‘But I’m not sure we’d be productive citizens if we kept up this pace for the rest of our lives.’
‘It’s a nice dream, isn’t it?’ Carla replied. Then, ‘Ah! Bert!’ His lips captured a nipple and sucked it.
He pushed her onto her back and lay atop her, his erection sliding between her legs, caressing her steaming cunt. He didn’t move for a while, he just lay there enjoying the warmth radiating into him from her. It felt so good!
Carla liked this. She liked having him on top of her. She adored the way his cock teased her cunt. She moved her hips in invitation.
Bert raised himself, grasped his cock, and guided it into her. God, she felt heavenly! Her legs locked behind his and again he lay down on her.
‘Damn, it’s wonderful being in you!’ he said. Then, holding her against him, he rolled on his side. Joined, they lay face-to-face, their bodies moving languidly, inducing soft, gentle waves of sweetness that tenderly infused their bodies.
‘This is marvelous,’ Carla replied, thrilled as her body filled with warm sensations. Every time they made love it was different. Most of the times it had been wild and exciting and they’d shared a level of bliss she had no idea existed.
Now they were again making love. Only this time it wasn’t frantic, wasn’t wild, wasn’t a maelstrom of passion. It was peaceful and loving. She sensed that although this session might not end in a mind-numbing cataclysm, it would be the most memorable joining of their time together. This was the special one, the one they would treasure.
Bert kept up his slow, steady stroking, and he, too realized this time was different, more wonderful than any that had gone before. His urgency began to increase so he lay still, hands stroking her.
‘Why did you stop?’ Carla asked.
‘Don’t want this to end, yet,’ Bert replied.
‘I love you,’ Carla said.
‘I love you, too,’ Bert replied. His lips covered hers and once again his hips began moving.
Twice more Bert paused in his lovemaking, cooling them down, drawing out what might well be their final joining. Each time he did it, he realized his passion was building to an explosive level that could not long be denied.
‘Take me!’ Carla urged, pulling at him with her hands. ‘I need you! Please! Make me come!’
Then Bert’s body opened up and his hunger would be denied no longer. His body, filling with new and wondrous feelings, emptied his juices powerfully into his lover. ‘Now! Carla! Now!’ Bert cried as he clutched her ass and drove against her. ‘Come, baby! Oh, ye! Come! Come!’
‘Take me! Take me! Yes!’ Carla cried as she joined him in ecstasy. ‘Yes! Now! Now! Yes! Oh, yes!’
Carla’s orgasm was like no other she’d shared with him and she clung to him as the beautiful experience ran its course. Afterward, they slept, and too quickly the alarm rang, signaling the end of their utopian weekend and the return of real life. They got up, showered, and dressed. Neither of them seemed to know what to do or say. Both of them felt odd being clothed for the first time in two days and acted almost as self-conscious as they had when they first went nude.
They walked to the door so Carla could take Bert back to his car. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. ‘Don’t go to your parents,’ he said.
‘Why?’ Carla ask
ed.
‘I-I can probably get away a couple of nights this week,’ he said. ‘Audrey has meetings at least three nights.’
‘Is…is that the way it’s going to be for us?’ Carla asked. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. Clandestine meetings, sneaking around, none of it appealed to her. On the other hand, she couldn’t imagine going without what they’d had.
‘I love you,’ he told her. ‘I-I’ll leave Audrey if you want.’
Carla shook her head. ‘No, you…you can’t do that,’ she said. ‘It wouldn’t be right.’
‘What then?’ Bert asked. ‘I…I have to see you. I’ll go crazy if I can’t.’
Carla smiled at him. ‘I thought you said Audrey had meetings three nights this week,’ she said softly.
Bert kissed her again.
‘Mel has another one of these week-long seminars coming up in September,’ she whispered, clinging to him.
‘I’ll see if I can talk Audrey into going to her folks for the week, then,’ Bert said. He smiled. ‘A week together would be nice, wouldn’t it?’
‘It would be heaven!’ Carla said.
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Pleasant Valley Saturday At about 11:00 on a warm Saturday morning in early August, Jack Brady opened his front door and stepped out. Jack, a good-looking man in his late forties, was married to Susan. It was just the two of them in the household, as their two adult daughters now lived elsewhere. Jack began walking with a purposeful stride towards the house of his neighbors, the Greens. The Green family consisted of Pete, Adrian, and Tommy. Pete and Adrian were also in their...
I’m an imaginative girl, but what with teaching and the extra exams I’ve decided to mark I simply haven’t the time to enjoy owning my new slave as much as I should. I must admit that while I’m in the middle of a lesson and I recall his face as I last kicked his balls or made him drink a cup full of my spit I start to giggle and the kids always ask me what I’m laughing at. It’s good for them to know that their teacher is a bubbly young woman of 26 who enjoys life. Let’s just hope they never...
I bought a house a few years ago in what was a predominantly older neighborhood with a few exceptions. One of those exceptions lives right across the street from me. Her name is Gloria and she has two kids. One is a young teenager and the other, a few years younger than that. Since I moved in in the middle of January, I really didn’t meet anybody for the first few months I lived there. Everybody was hibernating for the winter, I included.Well, when spring came around, I started meeting a few of...
MILFAt just 18, I found myself working my ass off just to make it on my own. I had a full time minimum paying job and a part-time job that paid a little more. My girlfriend had moved out just two months into a year long rental agreement. She had been cheating on me while I was at work in our apartment. I had taken out an ad for a roommate a few weeks later. I worked as a pizza cook and helped with truck deliveries during the week. On weekends, I worked for a cleaning company. It was on a Wednesday,...
Ana picked up on the streetThat Friday would be my third night home alone. Victor was in a long business trip and he did not even when he could be backing home.On late afternoon I went to the local mall; some shopping would calm me down for sure. I felt really horny; my desire of fucking a good cock was keeping me on fire. But there was nothing I could do than wait for my loving Victor’s coming back home…When I was on my way back, I met a black man on the street.He stared at me from head to...
SUNDAY ON STICKY STREET NUMBER 1... “Bitch” Michael said to Sam. "You acted like a real slut last night, I thought we were going out for a quiet drink.” “A quiet drink at “The Beating Bishop.” You’ve got to be kidding, there’s no such thing as a quiet drink at the “Bishop” on a Saturday night, you know that. Besides, you got on very well with that Highway Patrol man didn’t you!”Sam replied. “It wasn’t him," Michael replied, "it was all that lovely leather.” He giggled. “Besides, he was much...
Group SexDashing out of the strip club with $1200 in hand after five hours in the champagne room, I was ready for a night out with Gibson. I called him on my drive home to make sure he was ready to go clubbing. My sexy man was getting dressed when I entered the master bath. He was wearing jeans and a trendy, untucked dress shirt I recently picked up for him at Buckle. I quickly changed into my skinny jeans, a black lace bra, my favorite black blouse that is two sizes too small, and 5" platfrom heels....
FetishCHAPTER 1 easy street Couple begins their experiment in chastity. The first similarity is that I was the one who ordered a chastity device for myself, not knowing whether or not my beautiful wife would be interested in it or not. Also that I sprang it on her not knowing within my own heart just how far I wanted to go with it. The differences are many. I did not order it because my sex life with my wife was unsatisfactory. Nor because I have a remarkably...
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