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Good-bye

By: tnbuckeye



Nothing feels as bad as not really knowing that something is coming and then finally getting the answer that you didn't want to hear but that you knew you would. I had that happen, and reading the words "I want to be friends, nothing more, nothing less" hit me like a ton of bricks. In his defense, I'm sure I deserved to hear them more than I thought I did... I did take things more seriously than I should have. So, in an attempt to finalize things and maybe get them back to the way they were I asked for one more meeting to get a few things back that I had given to him when all this started a couple years ago. Things didn't go exactly how I planned it but in my life, nothing has ever gone the way I planned!!

Rob showed up at the hotel, he didn't seem to be as happy to see me as I would have wanted but he was bringing me what I had asked him for and that supposed to be the only reason he came. I asked him to come in and he slowly walked through the door. The lights in the room weren't on and the curtain in the window was only pulled half way open. He turned and handed me all of what I had asked for without saying a word. I took it, said thank you and put it down not taking my eyes off him. I had so many things I wanted to say but I knew I didn't want to fight with him and I didn't want him to walk away right then so I just asked how he was doing.

He smiled... it was that smile, the one that said everything should be ok and told me he was fine. The silence seemed to drag on and Rob was looking a bit uncomfortable as we stood there. There was a part of me that wanted to yell, scream and cry and ask why things turned out the way they did but I knew I shouldn't say anything.

I broke the silence,

"I guess this is it then?", "Yes" he said as he started heading toward the door. 

I reached out and grabbed his arm and he turned and looked at me "Jennifer, I don't want to do this, let me go." "No!" The anger in my voice was startling to even me. I decided I wasn't going to let him leave without some answers, I felt I deserved them. I knew this wasn't going to go well but I had to know. 

"What the hell happened to us?" I asked, tears beginning to fill my eyes. 

"Jenn I told you, you took things too far, I wanted it but you were too much too quick. You caused me more problems and even when I asked you to back off, you didn't." 

The room was spinning and I wasn't sure if I even wanted to continue with the conversation but I knew I needed to say some things. 

"I loved you, I still love you and I think you need to know just how serious I was and still am about us." Putting his hand up he tried to cut me off. "Rob please, just let me say this and then you are free to go and if it's what you want, I won't bother you again. I know I was pushy and overbearing and I know that I caused you a lot of unnecessary drama and I am sorry for that but in my defense, I never lied to you, I told you how I was feeling from the beginning and you didn't. You said that you loved me, we sexted, met up and had some fun but the one thing you never did was actually let me know how you really felt about me." 

The tears were now streaming down my face and I could see the anger and frustration in his eyes. I knew I was pushing him and I knew he was getting ready to leave. I couldn't think fast enough, Rob was going to leave and there was nothing I could do to stop him. He stared at me, his eyes burning with anger and hurt and I could see that he was over this conversation. Looking down he took a step forward and I stepped in front of him so he couldn't get to the door. "Move please" he asked.

"Why, why can't you just talk to me?"

"Get out of the way I told you I am not and I will NOT do this!"

I watched as Rob placed his head in his hand, took and deep breathe and looked at me again. He was angry, I knew he would be and right then I didn't care as long as I could keep him with me.

"Jenn listen to me, I thought we could be together, I was wrong. Now, let me go before this gets worse!" 

I put my hands on his chest and started to yell at him, my anger just overflowed and he was going to hear what I had to say.

"Dammit Rob, just tell me how you feel about me, don't lie and don't be nice just to spare my feelings! I want to know what's really going on in your mind!"

He grabbed my wrists, stepped toward me and said "you really want to know, you think you can handle really knowing?"

"Yes!" I said and he shoved me back into the door. I could feel his breath on my face and before I knew it he was kissing me. His lips pressing into mine as his hands pulled mine behind my back. Our bodies were pressed together against the door with nowhere to go. He grabbed both of my hands in one of his and his other hand slid up my body and grabbed me around the neck as he continued to kiss me. I felt his tongue press into my lips and they parted to let him in. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to pull in him, to taste him and desire filled me. Finally he backed away just a little and asked me if I finally understood.

"No" I said breathlessly "You still didn't tell me anything, but I don't mind when you show me". He began running his thumb up and down my cheek, brushing away the tears that had been falling. "Rob, I don't know how much more of this I can take. I want you, I want to be with you and this isn't helping how I am feeling right now."

"Jenn, just shut up! I can't explain but I want to show you."

"Ok."

He let go of my hands, placed his hands on the side of my face and pulled me into him. I could feel his breath, his cheek brushing against mine and across the end of my nose. I closed my eyes and let myself enjoy being with him and then I had a startling revelation, this wasn't going to last and I began to push him away. Trying to move he kept pulling me closer and I finally pushed hard enough to look at him.

"Rob why are you doing this me, don't you understand what this is doing to me?" 

Once again the tears began to fall and I couldn't stop them, as much as tried to keep them from falling there was nothing I could do about it. I could see the frustration in his eyes as he looked down and then looked back at me.

"I'm tired of talking about this! Just stop talking or I'm leaving... and right now Jenn, I don't want too!"

He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into the room backing me into the bed and shoving me down. I wasn't sure what he was planning but I wasn't about to say anything. Taking his shirt off he lay down on the bed next to me and pulled me over to him. As I opened my mouth to say something Rob leaned into me and kissed me hard, shoving his tongue in my mouth and sucking on my bottom lip. It was like nothing I had felt from him in a long time and I leaned into it giving him as much of me as he wanted. I could feel him pulling on my shirt until he had pulled it out of my pants and then his hands were touching my stomach. He was hot and his hands were scratchy, the way they are when you work a tough manual job. I pulled away from him so that he had access to get into my shirt with ease but he grabbed me again and pulled me close so that he could continue to kiss me. I felt his fingers brush against my nipple and I jumped from the static I could feel. I was getting a tingling sensation in my breasts and I wanted him to touch me, skin to skin. He must have understood the feelings I was having as he pulled on the top of my bra, yanking it down under my breast so that he could rub it and pinch and pull on my nipple. Our breathing became labored as the sexual tension was growing between us.

I pulled away from him and pushed him onto his back and sat on him, sliding my shirt slowly up my body and over my head. Taking his hands in mine I ran them up my body to my breasts now partially covered. Rob rubbed them one in and one out of the bra and moved them around and then moved his hands toward my back and unhooked my bra, slowly letting it slide off my shoulders and down my arms. He grabbed it and threw it onto the floor and leaned up into me, his face pressing into my chest. I could feel his breath as his hands pulled my breast up into mouth, his tongue flicking the nipple while his other hand rubbed and pulled on the other breast. 

"Jesus Christ, I love your breasts! I have always loved them and always wanted them." Rob said as he literally made love to my breasts. He was pinching, pulling, sucking and loving each breast equally as if he would never get a chance to do this again. 

I slide my hands down his shoulders and across his chest. My fingers gently rubbing over his nipples and I moved down his body. Reaching down between my legs I found his cock through his pants and I could feel that he was beginning to get hard. I rubbed him through his pants, he closed his eyes and leaned back to give me better access as I rubbed up and down his ever hardening cock. He too began to run his hand down my body until he found my pussy through my pants that were now damp from the excitement I had already been experiencing. He pulled me off to the side of him and we lay on the bed facing each other, our hands exploring each other through our pants and we began to kiss and play. I felt his hand begin to pull at the button on my pants and then my zipper was being pulled down as well and I felt his hand slide into my pants. His fingers began to explore and move inside of my panties and I could feel him touching the skin above my pussy. I thrust my pelvis into his hand and felt his fingers begin to slide down through my soaking wet slit, willing his finger to touch me. Slowly he slid over my clit causing me to moan and pull on the button and zipper of his pants until they were open enough I could slide my hand inside and touch his cock. I wrapped my hand around him and began to rub up and down his cock, squeezing and pulling as he was beginning to rub my clit. We were moaning together, enjoying the sensation of feeling each other.

Desire was building strong and intense between us and we both knew that we wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. I pulled my hand from his pants and lay on my back pushing my pants down my legs and kicking them off onto the floor. Rob, seeing what I was doing did the same and then rolled over onto me and pinned my arms to bed. He leaned down and began to kiss my body, not allowing me to touch him. His leg draped across mine and I moved my leg to rub his cock as he kissed and sucked on my breasts slowly moving down my body, licking and biting as he traveled down my stomach toward my pussy, now aching for his touch.

"Rob, please touch me, I need to feel you on my pussy and deep inside me"

"Patience Jennifer, all in good time"

It was all I could do to hold on as he reached my pussy and his tongue slid out of mouth and began to move around my clit. I could feel his hand sliding off my arm and down my body to my pussy. I was shaved and I could feel everything with a heightened sensation as he licked my wet slit and with pressure slide his tongue up to my clit. My body jerked with pleasure and all I wanted was to feel him inside me. His finger began working its way into my pussy as he sucked and licked my clit. His tongue was being replaced with his thumb that was now dancing around on top my clit as he slid his finger deeper inside me. I wanted more of him as once again it was like he was reading my mind. He slid another and another finger inside me until he was feeling me from deep inside and my body began to tingle and I could feel myself getting ready to cum. My pussy was squeezing his fingers and I began to cum hard and fast. The flood of juices began to run out of me as his fingers kept moving deep inside me.

"Let it go Jennifer, this is what you want and I will give you more, just let it all go"

My cries were met with a release that I had not felt in a very long time. As I caught my breath as he pulled his fingers out of me and sat up and pushed him onto his back, looked into his eyes I said...

"Now it's my turn"

Rob's eyes sparkled with excitement from not knowing what was about to happen but I knew what I wanted and it was more than I was able to do any other time we had been together. It was painfully obvious that this would be the last time we would be together and I wasn't going to miss an opportunity to show him just what he would be missing. I began to run my hands over his body, gently brushing his skin with my fingertips letting them slide over his stomach and chest up and down his body. I began to kiss and lick his chest, his nipples, down his stomach until I reached his ever growing cock. Wrapping my hand around him I pulled him into my mouth and began to suck his hardening cock. Rob leaned his head back and moaned as I sucked him, rolling my tongue across the slit and tasting the small amount of cum that had begun to seep from the head. He reached up and ran his hands up my arms, across my shoulders and then reached behind my head to pull me into him. This was not what I expected. Quickly I pulled off, grabbed his hands and held them down on the bed over his head. 

"No touching! This is what I want, not what you want! IF you are going to say goodbye and leave me again with a broken heart, I get to say goodbye my way."



Shock crossed his face but he allowed me to continue without touching me. I climbed on top on him slowly letting my body caress his and I slid up and down his body letting my breasts touch him every so lightly. This was my opportunity to do what I had been fantasizing about for years and I wasn't letting it go. Feeling the warmth coming off his body helped to make what I was doing more exciting. His cock was hard and I could feel it as I slowly let my pussy, now wet and dripping, slide over him, not allowing him to enter me. Rob held his breath as I ran my hands over his body and my pussy over his cock. Pressing upward he tried to enter me but I moved so that he would only be able to feel as the head of his cock entered me. He moaned as the wetness and warmth began to wrap itself around him. Stopping him before he could get further into me I looked into his eyes...

"Rob, tell me what you want... tell me everything you want, how you feel, what you like, what you want to feel"

A smile crossed his lips

"You, right now I just want you! I want to feel you touching me, kissing me, licking me. I want to be inside you, deep inside you. I want you to make love to me, show me what you have always wanted to do to me and do with me."

With that being said I slowly lowered myself onto his cock taking him into me little by little until I was full and feeling him deep within me. His cock slid into me easily from the juices that had been flowing from me. I began to move on top of him, letting his cock move around inside me as I squeezed him with my pussy that was already beginning to tingle and I knew it would not be long before I had another orgasm. For the first time in a long time I felt that I was connecting with the person that I had known and loved for years and the feeling was overwhelming and I began to move faster and faster sliding up and down his cock, taking as much of him as I could with each movement. I knew that I was close and I could see it in his face that he was just as close as I was and I let myself go as the orgasm swept over me and I exploded all over him, juices flowed freely from inside me and with a sharp intake of breath Rob let go and I could feel him exploding inside me. 

"Yesssss!" I cried out

"Fuck!" Was all I heard from Rob

Quickly I climbed off him and slid between his legs sucking him into my mouth, tasting him and myself and sucked hard. Pulling him into my mouth and working his cock until I could feel it getting harder again. Rob reached out for me again and I quickly slapped his hands back. Once he was ready I slipped off him.

"Get up, I want you to make love to me, make me believe that you actually loved me once and then fuck me hard like we will never see each other again!"

Happily Rob complied with my wishes. He laid me down and climbed on top of me, rubbing down my body, kissing and licking me, tasting the sweat that was forming on my breasts and nipples. His cock slowly sliding in and out of my pussy and then he grabbed my hips and pulled me hard into him while he began to pound his cock in and out of my pussy, bring us both to orgasm together. Rob collapsed on top of me, both of us catching our breath.

"Jenn, I need to take a shower and get out of here. I've been here too long and I have to go."

"Rob, will I see you again or at least will we still be able to talk? I don't want to lose you again but I am prepared for you to walk away and not talk to me again."

"I don't know what's going to happen when I leave but what I do know is I am not ready to do this again. I still don't know if I can trust you not to always be pushing me and I can't handle it so please don't make me.

Tears began forming in my eyes as he walked toward the shower. I got dressed and decided that I had finally gotten come closure even though it wasn't really what I was expecting and I knew that it wasn't ending the way I wanted it too but at least I was getting to say good-bye. Rob came out of the bathroom, got dressed, picked up his things and headed for the door with me following close behind. He turned, looked at me, smiled and said good-bye. I watched as he walked away hoping it was not forever but knowing it may be.

Good-bye Banana Split



Note: this story comes chronologically after my other two stories, Halloween Fun and Halloween Fun 2. This story takes place right before Marie leaves for college, leaving Rob in her hometown.

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Hi. I'm Marie. When I was back in high school, I spent the Halloween of my junior and senior years with my boyfriend, Rob. Those times, we'd gotten together and gone trick or treating. However, the Halloween coming up this year will not be spent together... it will be spent apart. This is largely due to the fact that a few months ago, I left my small hometown to go to college, and I will not be home for Halloween.

But this story isn't about Halloween... no, not at all. This story is about a couple who would soon be separated by many miles when one of them went off to college. This is the story... of how they said good-bye.

It all started a week before I had to leave to go to college. I had been going out with Rob for about a year and a half, and at the end of the week, I was going to be separated from him for quite a while. The college I'd chosen was 4 hours away from home, so I could not even come home on weekends to visit. Of course, even if it had been closer, my parents had no intention of buying me (or letting me buy) a car to take to college with me. The Z4 (that we had) would sit unused in the garage for the portion of the year while I was in college. They didn't want me to be able to drive into the city and get myself drunk, raped, and killed. Of course, I guess that could have happened anyway... the city was only about a 10 minute walk from campus. But back to the story.

Two days before I had to leave for college, one of my aunts became ill. As she was an aunt that I despised because of how conceited she was, I opted to stay home while my parents drove 6 hours to see her. I could have cared less if she lived or died. All I could think about was how much I was going to miss my friends and boyfriend. Completely uncharacteristic of my parents, they left me home alone. They told me that they'd be gone two days and they would come back to get me on the day that I had to leave to go to college. Little did they know how I would spend my days.

Actually, the first of the two days I spent packing. Being a procrastinator by nature, nothing was packed, even though I was leaving for college on the following day. I was never able to figure out how my family always managed to put things off until the very last moment, then squeeze everything we had to do in, AND remember to take everything with us; but somehow we did. My parents, also being procrastinators, had put off buying any food before they left to visit my aunt. That left me two days with only stale pizza to eat. Yum. Well, I kind of missed having bananas for breakfast every day, but I'd live until my parents came back. 

The second day that I was left alone, Rob called to see if I could come over. It was still early in the morning, around 11 a.m. His parents and siblings had just left, leaving him with the whole house to himself. They had gone to Indiana Beach on that warm August morning, and were planning on staying as long as the weather held up. He had figured that they would stay all day, as there was not a cloud in the sky.

With my parents gone, I took my dad's Civic (and his cell phone) and drove the 3 miles to Rob's house. I knew he'd left the door open for me, as he always did. I was glad to know that I was welcome at his house. I entered the house and started to look around for him. Going down into the rec room in their basement, I spotted him on a couch, watching television. The couch was set up next to a table, where a basket of fresh fruit and a can Redi Whip lay. I had not had breakfast that morning, because of my parents' absent-mindedness, and the fruit looked delicious.

"Hey," I sat down next to him, "Can I have a piece?"

"Sure."

I reached for a banana, not even thinking of the connotations it could have had. At that moment, my cell phone rang. Putting the fruit down, I answered it and found it to be Jessi, one of my friends. She seemed to have an idea about why my parents had forgotten to buy food... specifically, why they'd forgotten to buy bananas.

"You know how you were saying that your parents forgot to buy bananas?" she asked me.

"Yeah... they forgot to buy A LOT of stuff..."

"Well, did it ever occur to you that this could be some kind of symbol?"

"No... unlike to you... not every little thing has a deeper meaning to me."

"Well, do you want to hear what I think it means?" she enthusiastically asked.

"Not particularly, no..."

"Well, I'm gonna tell you anyway. I think it means that while you're at college, there's going to be a lack of bananas, in your life."

"Oooooook... so I won't have fruit for breakfast, big deal..."

"No, BANANAS," she stressed the word, "as in the ones that are attacked to guys... at a level below the waist..."

"Ahh. I'm gonna go now..."

"So maybe you should stock up now... if you know what I mean."

"Sure," I said, glancing over at Rob. He'd seemed to take an interest in the conversation and was watching me. "Well, just so you know, I'm at Rob's house, so..."

"Banana stocking time!" 

"Well, that's NOT what I was thinking, but..."

"I know... but if you guys get bored..."

"We never get bored..."

"But if you do..."

"We won't..."

"You guys could make a banana split! All you guys would need is a firm banana, which I know you have, and a few other things..."

"I got to go, Jessi..."

"Remember!"

"Bye Jessi..."

"Bye."

I was FINALLY rid of her. She was one of those reasons why I was dying to go AWAY to college. As if I didn't already have sex on the brain 24/7, she was there to point out every single thing she could think of that could even be slightly related to something sexual. I'd been friends with her for 7 years, but she had gotten to be too much for me. I would be glad to be in college, FAR FAR away from her.

Coming back to reality, I put away the cell phone, turning it off. Then I reached for the banana, trying to push all sexual thoughts out of my mind. I must have paused and stared while trying to think of something else, and Rob noticed.

"Was that Jessi?"

"Who else?"

"Let me guess... something with symbols again?"

"Yeah... but I don't want to talk about that."

"Ok. When do you leave?"

"Tomorrow morning," I said, glancing down to start peeling the peel off of the banana. 

Rob started to watch me as I peeled the peel down and took a bite of the banana. As I looked up at him, I realized that he must have heard EXACTLY what Jessi had said. The volume on my dad's cell phone was always turned all the way up, so many times, people could hear the entire conversation I was having just by standing next to me. He was paying WAAAY too much attention to that banana. 

I looked at the banana and then back at him. "Wish this was you?" I grinned as I put what was left of the banana into my mouth and then slowly pulled it out, imitating a bj. As I pulled the end of the banana out, I flicked my tongue on the tip. For a minute or so, he was completely silent.

Rob paused for a minute, and then sighed... "Yeah."

"Yeah, what?" I questioned.

"You said 'do you wish that was you?'...yeah, I do."

"You're bad..."

"Hey, you're the devil, not me..."

"No, I'm not..."

With that, Rob leaned in and planted a feathery light kiss on my lips. As I looked over at him, I could see that he was already getting horny, and the fun hadn't even really started yet. Well, it would, soon enough. 

"You don't have to be home anytime soon, do you?" he asked me.

"Nope, I've got all the time in the world."

"Good," he murmured before his lips met mine in a passionate kiss. We continued kissing and before long, our tongues had become intertwined. Rob pushed me down so that I was laying on my back on the couch and again he started to kiss me. As the weight of his body rested on mine, I could feel his rock hard cock pressing against my thigh. 

He broke our kiss, to get a breath of air. 

"Hey, what about that banana split she suggested?"

"Maybe..." I replied.

"Think about it, what is really in a banana split?" he paused, "A banana, ice cream, whipped cream, and a cherry to top it off."

"What are we missing?"

"I don't know what you've got in your fridge..."

"I think we've got everything but the ice cream and cherry... you lost that cherry last Halloween...oh, and you just ate the last banana," he grinned.

"No... I can think of one more banana sitting around here."

"Really?"

"Yep," I replied as I kissed him again. While we kissed, I reached one hand down to lightly grip his manhood. "Oh, look, I found it."

"The ripest of them all..." he joked.

"And the tastiest..."

"Of course."

"Can I have a taste?"

"Anytime you want..."

I moved so that I was kneeling in front of the couch and I started to undo his pants. He was wearing shorts, for once (he didn't like wearing shorts), allowing me to caress his cock by putting my hands up the leg of his pants. As I kneaded his firm manhood, he grinned at me and said, "Hey, whatever happened to the banana split?"

I pulled his shorts and briefs off with one downward tug. His cock curved up towards his stomach as he stretched out on the couch. He then reached over to the table and handed me the can of Redi Whip. 

"Banana split, coming right up..." I grinned as I covered his cock in whipped cream. I then put the can down and looked up at him before continuing.

"You're enjoying this immensely, aren't you?" he teased.

"Maybe...but not as much as you'll enjoy this," I commented as I leaned forward and started to lick the whipped cream off of his cock. It only took a few long licks to get the majority of it off, but by that point, I had him moaning every time my tongue or mouth came in contact with his cock. 

I started to slowly take the head of his cock into my mouth to tease him. Making him wait was fun. I couldn't really see his face, (because he was lying down on the couch) but I knew that it had a look of intense pleasure pasted all over it as I leaned over and took his cock into my mouth, right up to the balls. As his cock was enveloped by the hot velvety wetness of my mouth, he let out a long deep groan.

I slowly started to suck his cock, swirling my tongue around the head of it. I could hear his breathing speeding up with every minute I continued my administrations. As I deep throated him, I reached my hand down to cup his balls. I lightly ran my hands over them. As he neared his orgasm, I felt his cock swell in my mouth and his balls tense up. With a deep moan, he came. I continued to suck on his cock, as it shot its cum deep down my throat. I hungrily swallowed it all up, while he enjoyed his orgasm.

"That was...wow. I haven't had a good orgasm in a really long time."

"I'm sure you'll have another one, soon..." I said as I quickly stripped off my jeans and panties. I then walked over to the couch and straddled his body. As I leaned over to kiss him, I reached my hand down to his still-hard cock and started to guide it towards my dripping pussy. 

"Ready for me, already?" he asked me.

"Oh, well, you know, I had a dream about this last night, so... I've been very horny ever since..."

"You always have dreams like that..."

With that, I lowered myself onto his hard manhood. I gasped as I felt it slowly penetrate me. I moved myself up and down on his cock a few times, until he somehow managed to flip us over, so that he was on top. He then started to thrust his cock in and out of my pussy. He reached a hand between us and started to rub my clit. I sighed as pleasure took over my body and I felt my orgasm building. Rob continued to kiss me as we made love. I could tell that he was close to cumming a second time as he pistoned his cock faster and deeper inside of me. One final deep thrust from Rob triggered my orgasm. My pussy clenched down hard on Rob's pulsing cock, as I softly gasped out my pleasure. Rob came right after me, spurting his seed deep into my womanhood. 

We lay there in orgasmic bliss, both of us spent from our orgasms. As our breathing started to slow down, we relaxed in each others arms. Because we had never shut the television off, we had un-knowingly set off a chain of events: we never heard a rainstorm start, a car approach the house, a car alarm go off, or a garage door open. What we did hear was this: "Rob? Are you downstairs?" It was his 8 year old sister, home from Indiana Beach. 

"Yeah... hold on a sec!" Rob replied. She didn't exactly "hold on"... we could hear her start down the stairs. The second we heard that, we both jumped off the couch and scrambled to get our clothes on. We somehow managed to get situated so that it looked like we were just sitting there watching TV by the time she came over by us. She casually came up to Rob, gave him a hug, and quickly left.

"You know, despite all the times we ALMOST get caught, I'm really gonna miss you..." Rob confessed.

"I'm gonna miss you too... it will be weird not being able to see you whenever I want..."

"I'll come and visit..." 

"You better..." I laughed, "because with my luck, no one else will."

"You can count on it..."

With that, Rob's cell phone rang. Pulling it out of his pocket, he answered it and then handed it to me.

"Hi, Marie? This is Mom..." said the voice on the other side of the phone, "Are you at Rob's house? Because I tried calling your cell phone and it was turned off."

"Yeah, I'm at Rob's. And I turned the phone off so I wouldn't be interrupted..."

"So you wouldn't be interrupted in the middle of what? Sex?"

"Sure, Mom," I answered sarcastically.

"Well, we just wanted to let you know that we're on our way home, and we'll be home in about a half hour. That gives you 15 minutes to say good-bye to Loverboy. Ok, sweetie?"

"Sure, mom."

That meant that I had to get home. With a 15 minute drive ahead of me, I had only 15 minutes to really say good-bye to Rob. Our good-bye was short, but sweet and sad. I knew I'd probably never see him again; life's journey would probably take us to different places and we'd forget about the love we once had. Maybe years from then, we'd be looking through old picture albums and see a picture of ourselves with our old significant others. And we'd remember that we went out with them, but it would have been so long ago that we would have forgotten all the tiny details we used to know... like how they didn't like wearing shorts... and we'd have forgotten the reason we loved them...and it would be just like looking at an old photograph of a stranger, who we never met: we might think they're good looking, but may very well remember/know nothing about them.

Before I left, I kissed Rob one final time and promised to call and e-mail. I didn't want to lose track of him.

The next day, I was off to college. My parents dropped me off and I went to register. Once the college knew who I was, I went to go find my dorm room. Looking at my form, I saw that my room was #560. After carrying my heavy bags up 5 flights of stairs, I went down a loooong hallway and reached my room. The door was open, and I could see that there were already two people there.

As I walked into my new "home," I saw a girl with long black hair and brown eyes lying down on one of the beds. A tall, dark, and handsome guy was leaning against the wall, talking with her. I observed that the girl had also just arrived, as all that was in the room (besides her and the guy) was a mini-fridge. I put my bags down and sat down on the un-occupied bed.

"Hi, I'm Marie."

"Hi, I'm Tina... and this is Andrew, my boyfriend." I shook hands with both of them.

"Have you had lunch yet?" Andy asked me.

"Nope... I just got here... and from what I hear, the dining hall is on the other side of campus..."

"Yep, it is," Tina replied. "Let me see what I can fix up for you. Andy, find something for her in my fridge..."

Andy started looking through Tina's fridge and pulled out a glass pudding dish that had something in it. I couldn't see what it was, as it were covered in saran wrap. He handed it to me with a spoon.

"Here, have a banana split..."

I took it from him, and started to peel off the saran wrap.

"Do you like banana splits?" Tina asked me. 

"Sure."

"You know what banana splits reminds me of?" Tina laughed. I just smiled a knowing smile. 

"You ever had one of those banana splits?" she asked me.

It was just like home. I would never escape.

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Good Bye - College Gift



Hi!

My name is Jenna and I am 37 years old. I have dark brown hair about 3.5 inches past my shoulders. I have blue eyes and I am about 5 foot 3. I have 34D breasts. I am married to a wonderful man who I met as my roommate in college. He has light brown hair that reaches his ears and hazel eyes. He got me pregnant at the age of 19 with twins. My son and daughter are now 18 years old. My son is about 6 foot 1 with light brown hair that goes down to his ears and Hazel eyes. My daughter is about 5 foot 6 with light brown hair down to where the bottom of her 36D breasts would reach. She has light baby blue eyes. It's time for them to go to college themselves, I hope Hannah does not get pregnant in a year and Paul doesn't get someone else pregnant in a year.

"Ready?" I hollered to my son, Paul.

"Almost!" He yelled back. He walked out of the house with all of his boxes that still needed to be loaded into our van.

"Are you sure you have room in there for all that?" I sarcastically asked Paul.

"Um well... maybe..." 

"We can just drive your sister down when your mother and I return home." My husband Phil suggested. "Either way she doesn't have to be there until a week after you." He added.

My daughter Hannah walked out of the house. As she hopped down the stairs I just happened to notice Paul glancing back and forth at Hannah's 36D breasts and my pussy. Then I notice he was getting hard. From us? Wow.

"I'm ready to load into the car." Hannah announced.

"Uh Sweetie, we don't have enough room in the car for both of your supplies so we are going to take Paul first and then take you. Okay?" My husband explained, still attaching items to the roof of the van. 

"Oh, okay. But can I still come along?" Hannah's eye brows creased.

"Of course but the car will be very crowded, but I'll lay on the floor and you and Paul can sit on the seat, and we will switch." I said.

"Okay." 

Paul, Hannah, Phil and I climbed over boxes into the car. As soon as we started up the car Paul said "Oh I forgot something" and he ran back into the house.

3 minutes later he re-appeared with a huge calendar.(you know, one of those ones that are dry erase boards too?) He turned around and locked the front door. Paul raced back to the car. 

"Can't afford to forget what the date is!" and he slid into the area dividing the driver and passenger seats to the back seats.

"I can't see any of your heads!" Phil complained.

"We will be fine." I replied slightly chuckling.

After about 30 minutes of laying on the floor my back was killing me! 

"Hey kids it's not comfortable down here so I am going to move up there with you to. It will be crowded but it will work." I moved up to the seat. 

"I'll lay down there." Paul offered.

"I don't think being taller than mom will help Paul." Hannah said.

"Here mom, you can sit on my lap, your not that heavy." Paul said. 

He was right I only weigh about 100 pounds, not too bad.

I climbed onto him and I accidentally brushed his hard dick. Whoops. 

Another 30 minutes had passed and Paul's dick was still hard and it was still growing. It was starting to hurt my ass.

Gee, I remember when it was about an inch long, that was a long time ago.

I reached down slowly to where Paul's dick was and carefully moved it a little so it wouldn't hurt so much. Hopefully he wouldn't notice...

But he did and he grabbed my hand. I looked over at my daughter who was asleep. 

I turned so I could see Paul's face. I mouthed "Is it for me??"

He nodded his head. 

I mouthed "slowly..." 

I took his hand and brought it down to my thigh. I pulled my dress up a little and he just left his hand there. I once again moved his hand, to my pussy though. He didn't move his hand until about 5 minutes later. He moved his hand down. He pulled aside my panties and he gently stuck his middle and index fingers into me. He started to finger me. First slowly than faster and faster. I let out a small moan. SHIT!

"Everything okay back there Jenna?" Phil asked 

"Oh I am just a little un-comfortable. I think I will try the floor again, this way Paul can do more." I winked at Paul.

"But can we stop? I have too pee." Paul added.

"Sure we will get off at the next stop." Phil said.

We got to a stop and we all went to the bath room. When we returned Paul and Hannah switched seats so that Paul was near my pussy when I was on the floor. Before Phil got back with the snacks he was buying, I asked Hannah if she had ever wanted to fuck Paul.

Hannah said "Yes. But I wont ever get to because he is my brother." 

"Well If you really want to maybe you will on the car ride, but you have to be really quiet because we don't want your dad to find out. Okay?"

"Okay."

Next I asked Paul if he was okay with fucking both me and Hannah.

"Yeah I think 18 years of cum is enough to fuck two beautiful girls. That is if you let me play with your beautiful tits." He said with a smirk.

"Okay but If we give you a hand job or a blow job or anything, You have to be silent , Because if your father finds out he is going to be pissed off." 

Phil returned and we headed back out. In the car, Hannah, Paul, and I all stripped. 

Paul fingered Hannah, while I gave Paul a hand job, while Hannah was rubbing my tits. Ooh what Have I been missing out on? I had no idea someone could rub and suck boobs like that. And don't even get me started on the size of Paul's dick It was at least a foot long. I moved my hand up and down Paul's long shaft. After 10 minutes, Paul started licking my pussy while I massaged and licked Hannah's Boobies. Then Paul, Hannah, and I were ready. 

I was first to get fucked. Paul and Hannah moved to the floor and I slid up on to the chair. I spread my legs apart and Paul crouched in front of me so he wouldn't be seen by Phil. Hannah was on the floor to my left. Paul somehow fit his entire dick into my pussy. Hannah started licking Paul's balls and rubbing my pussy. Paul started thrusting huge dick into me and playing with my boobs. 15 minutes later I knew i was going to cum so i mouthed it to him. 

"Me too." Paul mouthed back.

Then we both came at the same time. Both of us fighting not to scream or moan. Paul puled out and then Hannah and I licked all of his cum off of his dick.

Me and Hannah switched and I started licking Paul's balls. God they tasted GREAT. 

We all stopped at my command. 

"How much longer sweetie?" I asked Phil.

"About 5 minutes."He replied.

We all hurried and got dressed but I whispered into Paul and Hannah's ears,

"This is not the last time we will do this..."



Good Bye, Cuckold



Over the past month or so, one member of Literotica started corresponding with me. We are calling him 'Milind' to respect the need for his privacy. He sent me some photographs of his wife's (we are calling her Malini, again to respect the need for her privacy) face and boobs. She was amazingly pretty and her boobs? Good God. They were juicy and nice.

As a return gesture, I sent him series of photographs of my girlfriend Tara being fucked and her sister being eaten etc.

Milind sent photographs of his dick and that of his house servants who fuck his wife regularly.? (Milind is a self confessed Cuckold.)

Milind's dick!!!! Wow. That was something. It must be 16 inches long and 3 inches thick. His servants. They too had 14 inch dicks.

Naturally, I showed the entire correspondence to Tara. She swooned on seeing Milind's dick and sighed and whispered, "Wow. That is a great dick. I WOULD give my pussy free to have this dick up mine, atleast once!!"

I was depressed on seeing that dick. My 10 inch looked like an infants dick compared with Milind's dick. I asked Tara, "Are you sorry, you have not had a monster dick inside you?"

You know how women are? She was drooling at what she saw and said, "Most such dicks can't perform as well as they look." 

I asked her, "How do you know? Has any such dick fucked you?"

Tara said, "No. Never. That could tear up the pussy and may be, come out of the mouth."

Still depressed at the thought of having my dick compared with that of Milind, I asked, "Do you mean to say that Malini (Milind's sexy sexy sexy wife) calls a cobbler to sew her up, each time any of these dicks go up her pussy or ass?"

Tara shrugged and said, "She must be enjoying every second of her fuck."

I thought to myself, "Size DOES matter for women."

For two days, I could not get my dick up and raring to go. I considered applying some nice oil on my dick and massaging it every day to make it longer and thicker. For the life of me, I could not understand why God had been so unkind to me. He had given me the very best lover. He had given me the technique to give Tara six or seven orgasms per night. Yet. He did not endow me with the best dick!!!!

Just to buttress my sagging ego, I wrote back to Milind, asking him to send me a photograph with his dick inside Malini. Fully. That would show, whether it comes out of the mouth or does it go in completely atall!!!

Then something wonderful (to my ego) happened. Milind just disappeared from the e mail screen. He just would not respond!

Tara was leaving for Mumbai. And Milind lives in Mumbai. I suggested to Tara, "why don't you offer your pussy on a platter to him. Atleast you will know whether you would like to stay back in Mumbai and get yourself fucked by a man whose dick makes you salivate."

Tara could not believe what I said. Reluctant to loose her regular lover, she agreed to send him a mail, asking him whether he would like to meet Tara in Mumbai to let her hold the dick and then kiss it and suck it. She was being demure, when she said, she may not like to fuck right away in the first meeting.

I packed her bags for her. I added some extra vaginal cream and packed some sanitary pads (her periods were not expected), just in case Milind comes over and fucks Tara. I thought she would enjoy more if it did not hurt so much. And she could take care of her torn pussy with sanitary napkins. I packed in some antiseptic cream as well, just in case her pussy was hurt too much. Also, as a measure of further assistance, I packed Tara's special vibrator / butterfly in her suitcase. Just in case she was too scared with the size of that monster dick and did not let him fuck. She would need sexual release.

Tara left early in the morning from her own flat. She called me from the airport and asked, "Whether I would rather that she did not get fucked."

With a lump in my throat, I bravely said, "Tara. Just fuck. Don't worry about me. I want you to enjoy your pussy. It is your body darling and you deserve better "

On Saturday night she came back by Sahara Airlines, very late and went straight to her plat. She called me from her cab and informed me that she was back and that she was 'intact'. I asked, "Would you like that I came over and applied some balm?"

Tara snapped, "The bastard did not reply!! I am back with the vaginal cream, the sanitary pads and the vibrator intact, unused."

I was amazed. Why should a man who has the largest dick that I had seen, not want to even reply? When he was getting a 40 year old pussy on the platter?

I had always propounded the theory that people who are not adequate fuckers, like to become cuckolds.

Be what it may, I told Tara, "Rest tonight. Let us meet Sunday, after you have overcome your travel tiredness."

Tara asked, "So what is the plan?"

I was quick on the uptake, with blood racing into my crotch, "Just stay at your home. Wear anything you like. I have the night latch key to you flat. I will come over any time."

Tara asked, "So no special evening?"

Almost with a quiet air of assuredness, I said, "You mean what I will do with you? Just wait and see. Let us see what your imagination lets you prepare for!!"

Tara said, "Good God. That is heavy stuff. Okay. Fine. See you then," and hung up.

That night, for over two hours, I applied a lot of cream on my dick and massaged the cream into the whole dick. I pulled back the skin and applied all the cream I could on the ridge. My dick was swollen, sensitive and wanting.

I sleep naked. When I woke up in the morning, my dick was up and erect, perhaps wanting the pee. I looked at it and prayed that it remain erect for ever. I walked to the bathroom and peed noisily into the john. As soon as I finished, it shriveled up and started dangling between my legs, like an ornamental appendage, with no real use.

I almost prayed for God to make my dick longer and ever erect. I wanted Tara to plead to me as the long thick dick reached the end of her pussy with six inches to go, "Please. No more. Don't push it in more. I am full."

I had a lazy breakfast and resisted the temptation to call Tara and ask her how she was doing. I knew she was preparing to get fucked in her fantasy.

In the day, I packed a small suitcase, so that I could leave for work directly from Tara's residence after a long night of constant fucking.

At about 6 PM, I wore a loose red tee shirt, no underwear and loose beige Bahamas with a zip in the front and with lots of pockets all around. At my age that looks ridiculous. Yet, I fancied thinking that may be my dick will start peeping from below the Bahamas and Tara will see the hungry looking tip and get the message. I wore sneakers to cut out the noise.

I got into my car with the suitcase and drove straight to Tara's residence. I parked the car a little away so that I could enter the flat without Tara knowing that I had arrived. I walked up to the first floor, fished out her door night latch key and opened the door.

I could hear the music system was playing some Indian classical music. Perhaps a Thumree. The flat smelt like that of a woman. Flowery. It was neatly kept.

A thought passed through my mind, "What if Minu was in?"

Minu is Tara's kid sister, who I had deflowered with Tara's assistance. And Minu is demanding. She wants more of deep fucking than Tara.

As I crept in noiselessly, I peeped into the drawing room and saw Tara's back as she was sitting on her sofa facing her book shelf.

I approached her from behind and came near. She did not notice my entrance. As I came near, I could see Tara was dressed like any nice woman on a Sunday. She was wearing calf length loose black slacks and a front buttoned short sleeved printed red top, reaching her waist. It had Chinese collar. Her sandals were lying askew. She had curled up on her large sofa and had taken some zappy snacks and was watching some silly TV soap.

I came from behind her and leaned low and planted a kiss on top of her head.

She was startled first and then got up, turned around and said, "Hi."

"Oh. You have come with a suitcase. Don't tell me you are traveling out of town?"

I assured her that I was not traveling. I added, "I am staying here tonight with you. Unless, you have other plans."

Tara looked at me with that look which only lovers can give and said, "What plan? I have no plans."

She said, "Just dump your suitcase wherever you like. Would you like a drink?"

I nodded. She walked in and got me a coke with ice cubes floating. I took the drink from her, caught her by her arm, slowly pulled her near, wrapped by arms around her torso and planted a kiss on her right cheek and said, "Tara. I see you after so many days. I deserve to extract atleast a kiss."

Tara softly put her arms around me and said, "I thought you would not take me in your arms and kiss me."

I hugged her tight and kissed her repeatedly on her face and then on her eyes and finally along cursory kiss on her lips and said, "Come let us sit down and chat."

She squeezed me with all her strength and kissed me back on my cheek and said, "It is good to see you."

We sat down on the large sofa. I ensured that she sat close to me. As we sat down, I put my arm around her waist and pulled her near and said, "I want you real close."

She simpered with pleasure and with pouted lips asked, "Did you miss me?"

"Yes I did."

"Really? After what I planned to do?"

I said, "Shhhh. You know I love you. Though we are not married or living together. You know I really care for you and want to see you fulfill all your dreams."

"Hmmm. I know. Ravi you are a sweet man."

I sipped my drink and watched TV with her. While I held the drink with my left hand, I had my right hand around Tara's waist.

I started to run my palm over her back and then over the nape of her neck. I lifted her open and fresh smelling hair and ran my fingers over the back of her neck and then I traced her shoulders.

Tara made a very happy noise and informed me, "I had a very tight visit. Too much work. Too much tension."

I asked, "Why? Your meetings were difficult is it?"

"Yes. Plus, the distances in Mumbai are killing. I traveled 2 hours for a meeting of 40 minutes. And the drive back two hours. Through the day, I could have maximum three meetings."

I nodded and agreed with her, "Yes. That is indeed true."

"Why don't I massage your neck and shoulders for you?"

"I would love that."

With my right hand I started to hold large masses of her muscles on her shoulders and squeezed them one by one and then held the nape of her neck and squeezed lightly.

She only made a noise, "Hmmmmm. That is nice."

Soon my drink was finished. Tara asked, "Should you get you another drink?"

I said, "No. Let me just look after you first."

Saying that, I drew a small well padded stool near my seat and assisted her to shift to that stool with her back to me.

I sat behind her and started to massage both her shoulders and her neck.

Tara bent her head from end to end as I massaged her neck and relieves all the stresses in the shoulders.

Tara was enjoying the attention a lot.

After having relaxed her muscles, I softly held her hair up, leaned forward and kissed her on the nape of her neck. She whispered, "I love it."

I took all the time on earth and then slowly planted a few unhurried kisses on her shoulders. On the area that was bare. She bent her head the other way to let me kiss her well.

I lowered my hands and started to squeeze her muscles below her arm pits while slowly kissing her on her neck and shoulders. Tara moaned with relaxation, "Mmmmmmm." 

I whispered to Tara, "Shift onto my lap. Let me relax you more."

She lifted herself and shifted herself onto my lap. As she shifted in, I cuddled her for a long time, softly kissing her on her hair and on her shoulders, taking care that my fingers never touched her breasts or any other sex parts.

I shifted my massaging to her flanks. As I squeezed her muscles one by one, she relaxed more and more and loosed from her tense behavior. In about twenty minutes, I asked her to shift her legs onto the sofa and lean back into my arms and helped her into that position.

She sank into my arms. I held her up with my left hand and put my right arm around her waist and supported her head up.

I lowered my face onto her face and kissed her on her face and eyes and told her softly, "Just relax and enjoy. Let me love you."

Tara said, "Ravi. You are great. I love it very much."

I proceeded to kiss her on her neck and shoulders and mushed her hairs and let my lips stray down to the one button open vee neck of her blouse onto her chest.

She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a squeeze and said, "Darling, the curtains are not drawn. Why don't you draw the curtains? I will relax more."

I assisted her to sit up and then drew the curtains and lowered the lights and quickly put on some soft music and came back to her and said, "Should we start all over again?"

"No no. Just continue with your ministrations."

I came back. She sank back into my arms.

I held her tight and with my left fingers moved her hairs from her face and asked, "You are truly beautiful." I kissed her on her lips. Tara parted her lips a wee bit and kissed back.

Tars answered back, "May be it is the low light that is making you think so."

I said, "Shhhhh. Don't talk so much. Let me just enjoy you."

Tara kept quiet.

In the next twenty minutes, I kissed her relentlessly and ran my finger tips over her entire torso, taking great care to avoid touching her breast or anywhere on her legs.

I signaled to her to sit up. She did and started to straighten her blouse. I got up, held her by her hand and gave a slight pull. She stood up. I scooped her into my arms and walked slowly into her bed room. She wrapped both her arms around me and hid her face, as if she knew that she was going to be treated to some fantastic time.

I reached her bed and slowly lowered her onto her bed. As she lay down, I adjusted her pillow and ensured she was comfortable. Then I walked up to the door and shut it and then lowered the lights. I checked the windows. They were shut and the curtains drawn.

I came back and said, "Tara. I want to lie next to you. I have a lot of loving to do tonight."

Tara moved and pulled my left arm with her right hand. I slid into bed next to her. I slowly wrapped my arms around her and started to caress her face and kiss it repeatedly.

I suggested to Tara, "Turn away from me, let me enjoy you from behind you."

Tara turned away from me and crooked one of her knees with the other one straight.

I came as close as I could and started to kiss her from behind on her neck and behind her ears. As I kissed her from behind, I cuddled her and pulled her closer. Every now and then, I let my fingers stray onto her stomach and lower till her pants waist band from above her, now crumpled blouse.

With my left hand I made her turn her face back to kiss her on her cheek and then on her lips.

A little later, I whispered, "Turn over on your back."

Tara did not argue. She wanted to go with the flow. With agonizingly slow speed I unbuttoned one more of her blouse buttons and exposed her chest with the edges of her white bra peeping out.

My lips caressed her face, lips and her chest till the contours of her breast, while my right fingers were slowly exploring under her blouse from her waist band up again till the contours of her bra.

I caressed her stomach and tarried a while over her navel with my finger tips.

Tara was breathing heavier and then she suggested, "Your tee shirt is too rough. Why don't you take it off?"

I half sat up and peeled it off and flung it away. In the ducky darkness she ran her soft palms over my chest and pulled me closer. And whispered, "Love me. Love me more."

I started kissing her on each of her arms and alternating with hugging her and holding her close. She was running her hands all over my back and chest and letting them stray all over. I could make out, she once, discretely felt by dick. It was erect and throbbing and wanting to go at her. As I mentioned earlier, I had worn no underwear, so it was erect and making a tent out of the Bahamas I was wearing.

Tara asked me, "Ravi. You must ne uncomfortable. Let me take your pants off." Saying that she unhooked my waist band and pulled the zip down. My cock leapt out. Tara half got up and pushed my Bahamas off my legs and straight went for my cock and grasped it.

I protested. She caressed it a few times and said, "I will have to look after this."

I drew myself back. She understood, I wanted her to leave my cock alone for a while, while it was free from its uncomfortable space.

I placed her arms above her head and then commenced to kiss her again all over her face and neck. I darted my tongue into her ear lobes. She sizzled and shook her head. I knew she loved it, but it was too exciting.

I asked Tara, "Should I take off your blouse?"

Tara did not answer. 

I unbuttoned her blouse buttons one by one and separated the front from her breasts. The two breasts were standing out elegantly in her white lacey bra.

As I kissed her all over her chest avoiding her breasts, Tara protested and said, "What are you doing?"

I did not answer and went about my extended foreplay.

Soon I lifted her slightly and with one movement, unhooked her bra from behind her back and put her back on the bed.

Tara again protested, "What are you doing?"

"Darling. I am going to kiss you and love you. You need love."

Tara turned her face away and let me take off her bar from her body and fling it away. Tara was now naked except for her black pants.

Again with no frenzy, I started to caress the contours of her naked breasts. And then kiss them one by one. As I kissed her breast, I pinched her nipples one by one.

I could see, she was enjoying it. Once she pulled me near and wrapped her hands around me and whispered, "Give me more."

My kissing became more and more audacious as it slowly found its way down to her waist band.

Then without warning, my fingers strayed onto her wait band and traced the pant waist band. Twice it slipped under the waist band and ran along the band. Tara sucked in her stomach to let my fingers move easily around. Once I let my fingers slide deeper inside, lifting the panty band and probed inside. 

Tara sucked in air and sucked her stomach in. She whispered, "Touch me." My fingers went deeper under her panty and reached the stubble of her shaved pussy and felt the moistness of her crotch. Tara strained as my fingers slowed down. 

I said, "Part your legs a little. Let me feel you."

Tara became all woman. She said, "No. Please don't." I propped myself on my elbow and with my right hand, held her right leg and pulled it apart with a slight force. She parted her legs with one leg bent and the other straight.

I slid the hook of her pants apart and slowly pulled the zip all the way down. Her white panty came into view.

Again, Tara protested, "What are you doing?"

I separated the front of her pants wide apart and started to kiss her lower and lower. Every time I came near her panty, she would tense up expecting her panty to be pulled down, or for my fingers to slide under and reach her charm.

After a few minutes of toying with her panty line, I slid down and sat lower down and whispered to her, "I have got to make you naked. Your pants have to go."

Tara protested again and said, "Please don't."

I knew, she was all woman. What she meant to say was, "Rip it off."

I placed her legs closer and then I nudged her. She lifted her back, and I pulled the pants down and took it off completely and flung it away.

Tara demurely turned away from me, as if to hide her shame with her modesty. I let her.




Good Bye, Cuckold



I said, "Tara, I want to take you. All the way. Let me lie next to you."

Tara simpered and said, "No. Please don't. Please don't fuck me. Please."

As she lay one her side with only her panty on her, I lay next to her and wrapped my hands around her while ensuring that my erect dick did not pass between her legs from behind.

I kissed her all the way down her back and came down to her panty back. I skipped her panty completely.

I cuddled her from behind and very slowly and deliberately my fingers caressed her firm and full breasts, paying attention to each areola and then the nipples. I whispered to her, "Give me your lips."

She turned around her head. I kissed her mouth and let my tongue dart out and lick her lips one by one. She parted her lips slightly. I slowly probed my way through and let my tongue enter her mouth and run lightly over her gums.

Then suddenly the dam broke. Tara opened her mouth and started to moan and became active with her tongue. The sweet nectar of her mouth flowed rapidly and she played with my hairs while I probed every corner inside her mouth.

She sucked and wanted my tongue to go deeper.

She started to tremble. Once she pulled back and loudly said, "Ravi, I want you. Please squeeze my boobs and take me. Hurt me"

Saying that she moved her hands below searching for my dick. 

Soon she got and started to pull me by my cock closer. I told her, "Tara. I will fuck you. Fuck you hard. But I will choose when and how. Leave that cock alone. Let me enjoy you and get you hot. Really hot."

Tara left my dick, but said, "God. That is big and fat. What has happened to your dick?"

"Tara, it is ready to be inside you and is really wanting you. That is why it is feeling big to you."

"Hmmm."

I indicated to her that I wanted her upside down, facing down. She turned over and placed her hands next to her chest to relieve the pressure on her now free breasts.

I kissed her on her neck and then moved down to her spine and slowly, ever so slowly went down towards the panty line. I kissed the panty line all along her back and then went down, skipping her panty.

I took a position below her legs and the firmly held both her ankles and parted her legs.

As the legs parted I got the strong bouquet from her hot pussy. I could see the wet patch on her pussy staining her panty.

I ran my fingers all the way from her ankle one leg at a time right upto her buttocks and then down back again.

I leaned down and kissed the back of her knees and then slowly let my fingers caress the lower inner thigh. Tara simmered and hissed with pleasure and anticipation.

I said, "Tara, I want you to part your legs as wide as you can. I want the slit open of its own."

She tried and the stopped.

Tara asked, "Can I lift my bottom up, so that I can part me thighs more for you?"

I pulled two large pillows, placed one on top of the other and placed the pile near her. She got up and lay down face down with her stomach on the pillows. Then I parted her legs wide.

Tara said, "Why don't you fix a spreader on my ankles. It is in the lowest drawer in my wardrobe."

I liked the idea. I got up, took it out and then fixed if to her ankles. 

The legs were truly wide apart and the pussy raised and visible from the back through the wet patch on her panty.

Once she was in that position, I started to caress the inside of her thighs and then kissed her on the most sensitive inner upper thigh, nearer and nearer to her crotch. As I came near to her crotch, she would anticipate that I would touch her cunt and she would tense her body.

After about ten minutes of caressing her inner thighs, I drew back and waited for a while.

Tara asked, "What happened?"

With my forefinger I traced her panty line between her thighs, softly. She hissed with pleasure. Once in a while I lifted the panty from her thigh and moved my finger inside the panty. But every time avoiding her slit.

I felt that she was peaking and was about to have an orgasm. I took my forefinger and lightly traced the slit from above the panty. Tara let out a short shriek and said, "God. That is soooooo nice. Please do it again."

I denied that request and again went about caressing her inner thighs. Then again, I ran the finger all the way from her but crack all the way over her slit, but took off the finger just near her clit.

Tara said, "You are killing me. Please feel me."

I took another five or six times of teasing to come down to placing two fingers on both sides of her slit and ran the fingers all the way right over her clit.

Tara went into paroxysms and she was hit by her first orgasm.

Tara cried out, "I am coming. Ravi. Darling. I am coming I am coming. Take me. Fuck me. Hnnnnn."

Her buttock muscles opened and closed many times. She shuddered many times and had shivers passing down her body. I let her have her orgasm. Once she settled down, I undid her spreader and asked her to turn over on the pillow.

Tara was weak with that first shattering orgasm. She said, "Please help me. I am too weak."

I lifted her up and placed her back with her pussy raised up on the pillow and pointing out.

I started to kiss her on her thighs and caress her breasts at the same time.

I used my tongue on her slit and ran it ever softly on the clit. As it ran over the clit, Tara screamed, "Aaaaaah. Ooooooh. That is soooo sensitive. Please take off my panty and take me."

I told her, "Tara, help me take off your panty."

Tara tried hard and raised her buttocks while I peeled her panty down her thighs making he completely naked.

Modesty made Tara try to cross her legs. The wet pussy was red with the last orgasm and the juices were brimming. I told Tara, "Relax. I have got to take you completely."

Tara answered, "I am yours."

I lay in apposition that would place my face right over her pussy when I took the position to do so. I curled down and started to kiss the sole of her feet and then I started one long lick all the way up her left inner leg, right up the thigh right till her crack. She squealed with pleasure. Then I returned back to the other leg and came all the way up.

I kissed her all around her pussy mound and was about to start to lick her two pussy lips, when Tara caught my hands and said, "Please play with my breasts while you eat me up." I looked up and she guided my hands to her breast and I asked, "But I want to spread the pussy lips wide open!"

Tara said, "I will open it for you. Just take me fully."

Her hands came down and she spread her pussy lips with her fingers and exposed the cunt like I have never done. I am a lot more careful with her pussy. After all that is the only pussy I take everyday.

I started to knead her breasts with my hands while I licked the two outer lips one by one in long languid and slow strokes.

Tara cried out, "Aaaaah. That is Aaaaaaa."

As I came nearer her clit, she started to sob with pleasure and cried out her Oooohs and Aaaaahs one by one.

She lifted her legs and spread her thighs wide open while holding her pussy lips apart while I was doing a motherless cunnilingus on her.

Finally I reached her clit. One quick flick on the clit from right to left. Tara cried out, "Aaaaah Please. Don't. I love it. Please."

I followed them with uncontrolled and irregular flicks on her clit and under the clit hood.

Her nectar was flowing freely. Sweet and thick. Tara sobbed with pleasure and asked me for more, "Eat it up. Bite it off. That bitch of my clit. Take it. Take it."

In seconds she was having her second orgasm. Shudder after shudder passed through her whole body. 

She relaxed and then pleaded, "That clit is very sensitive. Please leave it alone."

I took my initiative and commanded her, "Put your hands over your head."

Tara followed. I gripped her thighs with my arms around each thigh locking them in open position and then lowered my tongue onto her cunt.

I started to lick her cunt from all angles and going over her clit. Each time I went over it, She screamed, "Aaaah That hurt. Please leave me. Please."

She was thrashing around with her cunt raised on the pillow and she was crying with forced pleasure. She broke into a series of small orgasms. One quicker than the other.

Thin rivulets of sweat poured down her flank.

I left her and sat up. Tara gasped for breath and asked, "Good God. That was too much. I want to get close to you."

Saying that she got up, removed the pillows and lowered herself onto my dick. She kissed my dick tip and 

I let her have her say. She added, "That is a lot bigger than when I saw it last. And thicker too1"

She held the base of my dick and tried to take my dick into her mouth.

I pushed her onto her back and went astride her face and lowered my dick into her mouth. Tara loved it. She started to suck the dick slowly and she was playing with the foreskin like she was masturbating me in her mouth.

I took the 69 position, expect that instead of my face in her pussy, I started to play with her clit with my fingers. Pinching it and teasing it.

She started to suck hard. I slowly put in my middle finger into her cunt and started to finger fuck her.

Tara was enjoying it, while not wanting to release her sucking. Tara screamed with the cock in her mouth, "Mnnnnnnnnnnn. Nnnnnn. Nnnnnnn."

Within minutes she broke into her sixth orgasm and she started to close her thighs and open them. Shudder after shudder passed down. I pulled the cock out and went into an extended finger fuck after her orgasm. Tara cried, "Take it out. Aaaaah. Please."

All that could be heard was, "Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. . . . " Followed by. "Nnnnn. Aaaaah. Ooooooh."

Tara collapsed as I pulled out my finger from inside her.

Tara was gasping for breath. I waited for her to stop her shudders and open her eyes. Then I told her, "I am going to taste the inside of your pussy." And licked my middle finger. It was truly sweet.

She put hers arms out and invited me into bed. She whispered, "Fuck me."

I told her, "Darling, I want my dick to reach the apex of your cunt. I want you to cry and ask for me to stop pushing it in any more."

I took three large pillows and made a kind of wedge in a place on the bed that let me stand on the floor and fuck her, while she lay astride the bed.

She started to ask, "What is this for?"

Before she could say anything more, I lifted her off the bed and placed her so that her butt was on two pillows, and her torso was supported by one pillow and her head was lowest.

She barely placed her feet on the edge of the bed.

I rushed to her wardrobe and picked out two of her silk sarees and went around the bed and grabbed both her wrists and tied each of them to one saree and then tied the other end of the saree to the bedpost.

She was looking tempting and helpless.

Tara murmured, "Fuck me. Please fuck me." She was trembling with anticipation.

I came back between her legs and knelt down and kissed her around her pussy and told her, "Get ready to go to the moon and back."

I spread her pussy lips with two hands and flicked her clit a few times. Tara screamed with pleasure and pleaded, "Fuck me. Please fuck me."

I quickly picked up her electric body massager and switched it on. I commanded her, "Spread your legs wide. You will now get a treatment that you deserve."

I placed the massager on the top of her slit, nearly touching her clit and pressed the ON button. While it buzzed her clit hood, I inserted my left middle finger inside her pussy and finger fucked her.

Tara thrashed around with pleasure and pleaded, "Oooooooh. Please stop. That is too much. I will die. Please stop that. Aaaah. Please Ravi. Please."

In les than two minutes she was rolling her eyes up with wave after wave of orgasms.

I stopped the massager, pulled out my finger before she could plateau from her orgasm. 

I held my erect and now paining dick in my right hand, spread her pussy lips with my left hand fingers and ran the dick up and down her slit a few times and picked up some pussy juice lubricant on the dick tip.

Tara had her eyes open. She tried to lift her pussy and grab my dick tip with her pussy. She was nearly sobbing with her short breaths.

I placed the tip of my dick on her pussy mouth and gave one slight push. The tip disappeared inside her cunt smoothly.

Tara pleaded, "all the way in. Darling. In. Pump me."

I whispered, "Not so quickly. Tara. You are my pussy. I will fuck you the way I want to. I want you to cry and beg for fucking."

Tara did not waste time. She begged, "Ravi. Please fuck me."

"Tara, promise me your pussy will not leak on seeing photos of gigolos and you won't want to get fucked by fakes."

"I won't. I was wrong. . . . . . . Please fuck me, NOW"

I pushed a a little more and inserted 2 inches of my dick in. Then I gave her quick 2 inch strokes. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. 

It was so nice, I blurted out, "Aaaaaw. That is real nice. Tara. You have a real nice pussy. I love it."

Tara simpered and said with pouted lips, "Take me. Enjoy me. I want you to enjoy. Fuck me."

My left hand strayed to her shaking boobs and played with them, while I used my right hand fingers to play with her clit.

The pleasure was too much. And I am a human being. I could not hold any more. I withdrew the dick right till the tip, waited, may be three seconds and gave one mighty push. The dick went in nearly completely.

Tara cried out, "No more. Please no more. Your dick is touching the end of my pussy."

I pulled back half the way and gave another mighty push. Once again the dick went with an inch to spare.

Tara again pleaded, "Ravi. Please no more. I can't take more of it in."

With, may be some cussedness, I gave one more violent push into her cunt. Her whole torso moved back, but the dick did not go in any further.

Tara squealed with pleasure and pleaded, "Fuck me. Please. Fuck me."

I started to pump her with irregular motion. Once circling the hip, then jerking in half the way and pulling out followed by the dick fully inside. All the while playing with her clit.

I could feel that I was about to come. I pleaded to Tara, "Darling. I want you to come with me. I am coming."

Tara answered between her sobbing and sighing, "I am coming too. I am coming do. Darling come inside me. Now. Please fuck me more. More. More."

My thusts became more urgent, aster and my finger moved faster on her clit.

I could feel her waves of orgasms hitting her cunt. My cock was exploding with my orgasm. Thanks to Tara having gone away from Delhi, I had not spilled my semen. I released spurt after spurt of semen inside her.

"Come. Come inside me. Give me your spunk. More. Cool my cunt down."

As I came, I collapsed on top of her body while still pushing in and pulling out my dick.

We lay together for about five minutes. Both panting with the exercise. My sweat mixing with hers.

I propped myself up and looked deep in her eyes and asked, "How was the fuck?"

Tara said, "Aaaaaw. That was great. How was yours?"

"Tara. For many years I haven't enjoyed fucking you so much. What magic have you done to your cunt?'

Tara asked, "Want one more go?"

"Yes. I want to fuck you more."

Tara said, "Why don't you release my wrists, flip me over and fuck me doggy style on these pillows. I want you to fuck me that way."

From that position only, I released her saree knots on her wrists. I stood up and pulled my nearly flaccid dick out of her pussy with a plop and pulled her up by her wrists.

Tara sat on the pillows and looked down at my dick and said, "This dick needs to get up me."

She slid down the bed and knelt down in front of me and kissed me all around my crotch and said, "I love this dick. This is really a good dick."

She cupped my balls in both palms and said, "Lots of more spunk in them for m\now. I want all the semen inside me."

Tara pulled back the foreskin of my dick and kiss the tip and the started to tease my dick with her tongue. She sucked the ridge of my dick. 

God. It was sensitive after that nearly endless fuck. Soon her ministrations got my dick up and raring to go.

Tara got up and climbed back onto the pillows and lay down face down with her bottom right on top.

She said, "Spread my legs from behind and fuck me."

I made her get into a frog like position with her legs almost as if she was about to sit down. Her ass and pussy lips became wide open.

Tara put her left hand above her head to take the thrusts and to stop her from slipping down. She placed the other hand near her pussy. Tara then whispered, "Catch my boobs. Squeeze them and fuck me. I will masturbate while you fuck me."

I loved it. That was the Tara I knew. Always wanting to experiment and enjoy with me.

I grabbed her two boobs with one hand each. They were a handful. She caught my now erect and throbbing dick with her right hand and guided it into her pussy. Tara shouted, "Thrust it in. Rape me. Rape me."

I gave one push and nearly the whole dick was inside her wet and dripping pussy.

Tara said, "Say all obscene things about me and fuck me like a dog. I am a bitch in heat."

I shouted back to her, "You bitch. Take out the milk from these boobs. I am squeezing them. You slut. Take this. And this. And this." Thrust after thrust, I fucked her.

She was playing with her clit with her right hand and screaming, "Aaaah. Oooooh. Fuck me. Please."

I pulled back my right hand while my left hand played with her two creamy breasts and gave her rump two tight slaps, crying out, "You bitch. Wanting to fuck a big dick. Not happy with my dick. Take this." I slapped her butt cheeks repeatedly, quite hard.

She screamed, "I will never again look at another dick. Please fuck me. I am yours."

I gave herd one hard stroke after another, right till the hilt of my dick. This being the second fuck in quick succession, it takes longer for a man to come. And this being Tara's umpteenth orgasm, she was trembling with waves of small orgasms.

Tara was clearly coming. She was drooling and saying, "I am a slut. Fuck me like a slut. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Hard. Tear my slit up. Darling, I love you. I love your fucking."

I started to grunt with the wave of orgasmic pleasure building up to my climax. I said hoarsely, "I am coming. You slut. You bitch' give me your orgasm. Together."

Tara hissed, "I am coming. Fuck me. Don't leave me. Don't stop."

Soon she was screaming and I was grunting with the ultimate of pleasure.

As I came, I collapsed on top of her back. Tara came too and was sobbing and breathing quickly.

We lay in that position together, close in an embrace, for nearly five minutes.

I got up, pulled out my dick and let her stay there. She was having the after shocks of her stormy orgasm. Wave after wave of shudders passed down. Her pussy mouth was opening and closing rapidly.

Tara whispered, "Please take me off and put me in the bed My legs are jelly."

I lifted her and placed her on the bed. He pussy lips were pouting out and her boobs and butt were red. Her lower lips had a bite mark. 

As she lay there, she whispered to me, "Ravi. Come to bed. Lie down next to me. Hold me. Rock me."

I slipped next to her and lay there with my arms around her and her arms around me.

We kissed repeatedly.

I asked her, "Tara. Liked it?"

Tara looked shy and said, "Hmmmmm. Yes. And you?"

I said, "Tara. I loved it. I want you many more times."

Tara looked at me deeply in my eyes and asked, "I am sorry I left for Bombay thinking Milind would show me his dick and may be I would get to fuck that monster dick. I now know I was wrong."

I answered, "Shhhhh. Don't say sorry. You are my lover. You never say sorry to me," and kissed her on eyes limpid eyes.




Good Bye, Cuckold



Tara asked, "Then how do I make up?"

"Fuck. Just offer me your pussy. Just fuck."

"I am all yours. Ravi. You take me when you like. I love you."

I suggested to Tara, "Let us take Monday off from office and remain stark naked together and fuck. Many times."

Tara answered, "I would love it." 

"Me too."

As we cuddled together in post coital embrace, I enquired of Tara, "Are your boobs hurting? And the butt?"

She whispered back, "Why. Why do you ask?"

I said, "You know I don't like hurting you."

"But. I like it sometimes. Besides I was the bitch who went looking for a larger dick. My greed for getting a monster up my pussy was wrong."

"Darling. You are all woman. What woman does not want to be fucked royally? I don't mind. As long as I have you for keeps."

Tara just said, "Hmmmmm. You are a lovely man. Kind and loving. Lets us sleep in each other's arm for a while. I want to recharge my libido and get fucked many more times."

I said, "Yes. Let us."

Tara slowly lowered one arm and grasped my wet and shriveled dick in her hand and said lovingly, "This is mine. Let me hold on to my lover while I sleep."

We kissed and relaxed for sleep. 



Good Bye Husband Hello Lover



It had been building up for some time. We had been drifting apart; our separate interests were taking us down differing paths in life and we both knew it.

"One last fuck then" Erik said after I told my husband that my mind was made up on moving to London from our home in Copenhagen.

I laughed as I took my bra off. "It doesn't have to be the last Erik."

"No true" he replied slipping out of his underpants. "But last as real husband and wife."

"Yes I guess so" I said taking my panties off and moving to the bed.

We laid down looking at each other.

"When will you actually relocate there?"

"As soon as the agency says, probably next week part time then permanently next month" I told him as I grasped his deliciously familiar cock and he sucked my achingly sensitive nipples.

*

Erik and I are both Danish although I spent much of my early life overseas in America, the UK and the Middle East for my dad was a geophysicist in the oil industry. We have been married for nearly twenty years and by choice have not had children. Being Danish our sexual activities have not been restricted by marriage. Us Scandinavians have a totally different outlook on sex and being faithful than certainly the British and Americans and most southern Europeans. We are more open and liberal, we see sex as something to be enjoyed, shared and used as hobby. Hence, we do not generally accept that man is or should be monogamous. We believe having other partners and indulging in same sex pleasures are acceptable. Most of us do have other partners, enjoy experimenting with sex, getting involved in group sex and visiting sex clubs. We don't see these sort of things as being deviant or activities that should be done covertly or behind one's partner's back. What we do believe in though is being open and honest with your partner. 

That's at the heart of our open and liberal attitude on sex. It doesn't always work of course and some do have affairs, some fall for a friend when partner swapping and some want to indulge in activities that do not appeal to their partner and thus seek it elsewhere. For some time I had suspected that Erik was not open and honest with me and had felt that he was probably shagging some of the undergraduates at the university.

On the face of it our break up had nothing whatsoever to do with sex, far from it and it wasn't the first time we had parted, it was the third. I work in advertising handling accounts. For some time I had been the account manager for Scandinavia for a French lingerie company Lejaby; they made exquisite and very sex lady's intimate apparel. The agency for which I worked was part of a large group that had just won the global account and they had asked for me to be the European Account Manager. There was just one problem, well two actually. I would be almost constantly travelling and I had to be based in London.

Erik hated London, in fact he hated all cities. We had a small apartment near Tivoli in Copenhagen and a cabin in the country. He was a writer and a university lecturer and he point-blank refused to move to London and I refused to give up the chance of the big job. So we agreed to part and hence, the last fuck.

I think it was quite a relief to him that I would be leaving Copenhagen and that he could live in the apartment during the week and go to the cabin at the weekends having what visitors and taking what companions he wished with him.

*

"I'll stay at the cabin until you leave, then we can sort things out" he'd said packing a case.

"Yeah that'll be fine, no rush, the agency are providing me an apartment."

We were both financially pretty comfortable so there was no rush to sort out our financial affairs or start selling property in the slow market.

When he'd gone and I looked at his empty wardrobes and thought of what lay ahead for I knew this time it was over. Realising the difficulties that I would have to go through with the divorce and being a 43 year old single woman was disturbing, but at least I knew there would be no money worries.

I mooched around the flat in a daze most afternoon and I felt lonelier than I ever had before. It was a relief then, when one of my neighbours turned up to return a box set of Mad Men we had lent them. She appeared shocked when she saw me and I realised that my earlier crying must be apparent. 

"God Michy what's the matter?" As I went to reply I felt the emotion welling up in me and I began to cry again. 

Girchen came in and I found myself telling her about what had happened. She was aware of some of our previous difficulties and as she had been supportive before I suddenly found it all pouring out as we sat in the kitchen drinking a cup of tea that she had made. I told her that this time it was almost certainly over. I explained about the opportunity and Erik's stubbornness and that this time we were finished. 

She was very understanding and a helpful listener so she was just what I needed at that particular time. Very organised and matter of fact Girchen just sort of took over. She's a tall, slim, willowy blonde with the most incredible legs and wonderfully pert bum. Not by any means beautiful as she has a rather hooked nose and eyes that are slightly oriental she does, though have a way about her mainly brought about because of her height and truly excellent posture.

"Right you're coming to mine for dinner, Tomas and the kids are away, and I think we'll get well and truly plastered" she said making me smile for the first time as she added, "go and get yourself bathed and changed and come round when you're ready."

An hour or so later I was in her house dressed in a white blouse and blue, denim jeans with heels. I had bathed and washed my hair. Already I felt better and as she poured me a glass of white wine from a half-empty bottle that I suspected she had already drunk, I began to feel even bettwre. We had steak and salad and yes we did drink a fair amount before going into her lounge and sitting side by side on one of the large sofas drawn up around a blazing wood fire.

We talked and talked becoming slightly more tipsy and open with each other recounting past experiences and affairs that we'd had. Our legs occasionally touched and several times her hand rested on my knee or wrist as she accentuated points but, as is this is quite normal during 'girly' chats, I saw nothing untoward with the gestures merely taking them as acts of kindness and affection on her part.

My mood swings, though, were quite volatile. One moment I was laughing and joking about things and then I would find myself becoming weepy again, more at the loneliness and the longer-term prospects of being single in my forties.

I remember as clearly as if it were yesterday what then happened. I started crying and Girchen took me in her arms to soothe me and cuddled me to her. It felt so comfortable and reassuring being in her arms and I just stayed there for some time feeling better and more confident all the time. I can recall her holding me, the smell of her perfume, the feel of her hands on my back, the soothing touch as she stroked my hair and the pressure on my breasts and legs from her body.

Whilst I enjoyed it there were no thoughts whatsoever in my mind of anything sexual and the emotions she was touching were all to do with my state of mind the spectre of life alone after all these years. That is until she lifted my head up and, looking me in the eye, murmured in a very husky voice.

"In any case, love, who needs men?" 

Staring straight into my eyes I saw the slight smile on her face as her lips opened and her head started moving towards mine and I knew then that she was about to kiss me. But the movement was so slow as to be almost imperceptible and I guessed she was testing the water. I could move my head and to all intents and purposes nothing untoward would have happened. Or I could stay as I was and accept the advance. The ball was very firmly in my court!!

I have to admit that at that point I felt the stirrings of arousal. But it also made me feel wanted and needed. Reassured and soothed. Sure I was nervous and I felt somewhat concerned and not a little confused. Thoughts of the earlier fuck with Erik rushed through my mind, as did memories of Jen and other women I had briefly 'known.' I suddenly realised, though, that although I had made love to several women it had never been in a one eo one situations as this was. It had either, been with another couple when she and I would get something on as the men recovered or in threesomes Erik and I had been in with another woman. 

My heart was pounding as I must have unconsciously weighed things up. To turn my head and reject her subtle advance or to stay as I was and invite those lips onto mine? To move and not fulfil what my body seemed to be crying out for or to remain looking into her eyes and to undertake a journey into areas of unknown sexuality for me? I'm not sure that I made a decision as opposed to taking the easiest way out. I did nothing. I simply stayed there and Girchen made the decision.

Her lips closed on mine and she pulled my body tighter to hers crushing my full breasts to her own much smaller probably A cup boobs as her arms encircled my back and her hands became buried in my quite short, slightly butch looking blonde with dark streaked hair.

It was pure bliss and joy and my body responded to her immediately. I knew this was what I wanted and I suddenly found a calmness that surprised me for now her hand had strayed from my back and was on my side the palm touching the edge of my breast. Her tongue delving into my opened mouth that was eagerly receiving it. I felt as though I was about to explode as her hand cupped my breast and begin to gently caress it. Kissing and licking at my lips she quite rapidly, but not too quickly, moved on by sliding her hand inside my shirt and right onto the flesh on the top of my boobs that was not covered by the bra. 

She went to push me back into the corner of the sofa, but I stopped her.

"What's up?" She asked looking alarmed.

I smiled. "Let me take these off" I told her removing my rimless glasses.

Her eyes not leaving mine for a moment and with a gentle and loving smile on her face, Girchen leant over me and one by one undid the buttons on my shirt. Pulling it apart she gazed at me and muttered.

"Such lovely breasts" as both of her hands fell onto them and began stroking and gently squeezing them all the time gradually easing them out of their restricting cover, a delicate Lejaby bra of course. As she bared me to her gaze my nipples if anything became even harder. I felt fantastic and so feminine as her eyes roamed across them and as her fingers gently and so knowingly coaxed even more feeling and pleasure from them.

I was on an enormous high as we kissed again. This time it was a real licking and sucking kiss. Both of us sucked on the other's upper and lower lips and their tongue as we licked all round and in the other's mouth It was wonderful, but then I have always preferred kissing a woman to a man.

Seeing my acquiescence and clear acceptance of her advance, as I guessed most Danish females would, she gained the confidence to more overtly caress my breasts and roll my nipples between her fingers and thumbs. My shirt and bra came off and I sat with her just in my trousers. My emotions welled up and I realised that momentarily I would be naked before her and that after that we would make love. It was almost as if I climaxed and just stayed there. Time ceased to have a meaning. My pulse raced and my heart beat so fast. It seemed wonderfully decadent yet at the same time so natural. So wanton but simultaneously so beautiful.

"Let's go upstairs," she whispered taking me by the hand as she added. "Let me take you to bed Michaela." 

The simple, yet hugely erotic statement said so much and the words crashed into my brain as the enormity of what I was to embark upon finally hit me. She saw that and took me in her arms again whispering reassuring phrases and gently urging me towards the door as she said.

"Michaela I want you so much, I desire you utterly, I have lusted after you for ages. Let me make love to you as you have never been before." Her hands, as she was saying these things, were so gently and lovingly touching and stroking me with a tenderness I had rarely experienced that all of my reluctance and resistance simply vanished and I knew I was now putty in her hands!

Laid flat on her bed I watched as she reached behind her back and undid the zipper on her dark blue clinging dress that emphasised her slimness and showed that she had little unnecessary weight anywhere. The thin dress seemed simply to flutter away from her to fall in a bundle around her feet so that she stood before me clad just in her bra and panties both of which were, black, silky and very skimpy. As she moved towards me she shed her bra and I saw her small, very heavily nippled breasts that seemed like magnets to me. At that point in time there was nothing in the world that I wanted more than those two small orbs. Nothing that could match the pleasure that I knew I could gain from them. Nothing that would excite me as much as feeling them, caressing them, touching them and kissing them. I wanted to have sex with her so badly it almost made me cum thinking about it.

We moulded our bodies together as we fell into each other's arms and we were touching from lips to toes.

We kissed and delved into each other's throats with our tongues. We pressed our breasts together, me feeling so wonderfully female as my larger, fuller boobs engulfed hers. Our bellies were squashed together and our pubic mounds merged into one, the hairy lumps rubbing on each other. Her hands aroused every part of my body as they travelled from my face and hair, down my back and up my front. As they touched and stroked my breasts, flittered across my tummy, ran up and down my spine and squeezed the cheeks of my bottom through my thin trousers. I squirmed with excitement and pleasure as my nipples were squeezed, then rolled in her fingers and then, eventually, were licked, nibbled and sucked. I clung to her as her teeth, lips, gums and tongue did things to them that surpassed anything they had felt in the past, or so it seemed at the time. 

Then her hand edged enquiringly down me, moving from my breasts to my chest, onto my tummy and further onto my lower abdomen until it touched the join of my legs and cupped my sex in her hands. Squeezing me through the denim she applied the wanted and so wonderful pressure to my clitoris. That erupted with pleasure sending feelings of such intensity through me that I started to cum immediately. She instantly recognised this and, continuing the little circular movements of her fingers right on that magic spot, she cuddled me tightly to her with her other arm so that our breasts were again pressed together the nipples merged into one mass of pink, rubbery sensations.

I shuddered to a rapid and very, very heavy climax in which my breath came in deep pants and I again began to cry at the sheer intensity of the feelings I was experiencing. Through every shudder and spasm Girchen was with me thinking nothing of taking and being intent on just one thing, making this the most wonderful experience she could for me. It was so different to be totally the centre of attention with my pleasure being the only agenda item. Different due to the lack of the urgency that precedes a man's ejaculation. Different due to the gentleness, her knowing ways, her softness and sweet smell and the lack of body hair. The feelings I gained were similar to those with a man, but so different in many ways.

Momentarily sated I collapsed in her arms. Sobbing and heaving partly at realising the boundary I had just crossed, partly from the guilt and partly from my emotional state due to having parted from my husband just hours before. The tears, though, were caused by other things. There were thoughts of my future alone and me wondering whether sex with other women was my future, but mainly from the sheer degree of sexual pleasure that I had just gained.

We lay there for some time Girchen softly stroking my hair, lightly touching my breasts and planting small kisses on my cheeks. With me still in my jeans and her in her black panties there was a mood of gentleness combined with expectancy of what was still to come. I had never experienced anything like this for normally men seem to want to get away from the woman almost as soon as he has climaxed. But with Girchen that seemed the furthest thing from her mind.

We chatted with her explaining that she had been attracted to women for many years and that now she considered herself to be completely bi-sexual for she still enjoyed a very active sex life with her husband. She said she was never unfaithful to him with other men but was with women although she felt that was 'different.'

I told her about my modest episodes with other women and that she was the first I had been alone with.

"Lucky me then darling" she whispered kissing me. "For quite frankly Michy you have been wonderful so far and I am positive that you will be an exquisite fuck."

She told me, what I probably knew already that many women that she knew had done things like I had that and that in her opinion most would given the opportunity go one on one at some time. Obviously I took the chance to question her on whether the feelings I had gained with the others, to an extent, and with her, massively, meant that I was becoming lesbian or that I would in the future be likely to become more and more attracted to women. She explained that it doesn't work like that. Her feelings and those of other bi-sexual girls she knew were sort of compartmentalised and that when with men they were totally straight but then, again, when with women they were quite the opposite.

As we were talking we were touching and cuddling and she was occasionally kissing me and gently licking my face and eyes and lips and neck. Stroking my hair and so softly touching my breasts and tummy I felt so comfortable and relaxed that I quite rapidly reached the conclusion that there could be nothing at all wrong with something as beautiful as this and I began to become a more active participant.

I returned her caresses by running my fingertips across her face and lips and by running my hands through her dark hair. I trickled them down her neck and across her chest. Plucking up my courage I trailed them across her small breasts and very dark nipples that, as I became more aroused, seemed to take on an almost magnetic attraction. To me they assumed enormous proportions and I felt myself thinking how much I would like to take them into my mouth and suck on them like a baby. 

As Girchen saw my responses so she also became more active and the mood between us changed to one of increased intensity and passion. We were now both kissing each other on the mouth and our hands were moving across the other's breasts with more urgency cupping and kneading the soft, pliant and, to me, such, exciting flesh . Girchen ever so gently rolled me onto my back and laid on her side her hand fully embracing my boob her finger and thumb rolling the nipple between them and pulling on it. Kissing deeply I felt her hand moving. It came away from the nipple and stroked the underflesh of my right breast, it moved further down onto the bottom of my ribcage and kept going until she slid her fingers slightly inside the waistband of my jeans until I could feel her nails on the skin of my belly. She stayed like that for a while her fingers gently rubbing me inside the material gradually pushing them further down until I felt them on the elastic at the waist of my panties. I showed no resistance at all to that very overt gesture.

So, presumably encouraged, she pushed herself up a little and, looking deep into my eyes, she brought both of her hands to my waist. Smiling, she murmured.




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"Perhaps we should get rid of these?" She undid the belt and began easing the zip down. They were slowly pulled down and I raised my bottom off the bed to help her remove them completely. I lay before her clad merely in my white transparent panties through which I knew my pubic shadow was clearly on view.

"Oh Michy you are gorgeous" she muttered as her hand, idly almost, trailed across my panties touching me right where the hair begins. It may have been an involuntary caress by her but to me the affect was electrifying for, for the first time, the sheer enormity of what I was about to do, have sex one on one with another woman hit me. And my God did I want her!

Sensing my need, or more to the point as she explained afterwards with a smile, my total capitulation, she plunged on now totally confident of my intentions and willingness. And quite rightly so.

In the next few hours I experienced so many new things and sensations and came so many times that my recall of it all is fuzzy. The entire lovemaking session that went on well into the night and restarted in the morning seems to have merged into one memory of sheer bliss, amazing tenderness and incredible excitement. It was as though I had one continual orgasm that rose to crescendos, subsided a little and then soared to even higher levels. It was like being on a roller coaster when you go so steeply down or around that you think that it's impossible for it to go steeper or tighter only for it to then immediately do so.

Girchen started this by kneeling beside me and, whilst staring deep into my eyes, she slowly rolled her panties down over her tummy gradually revealing the soft patch of dark down at the base. I found this to be such a turn on that, without thinking but to her evident pleasure, I did the same and pushed my own panties off lifting my bottom from the bed as I did so.

And then we started what was probably the most exciting single sexual escapade that I have ever experienced.

Lying there on the bed totally naked in another woman's arms just hours after Erik had left was both thrilling and exciting. My mind was reeling from the sexual pleasure and the sheer incongruity of leaping from my marital bed into a woman's arms in such a short time.

But then, when Girchen resumed her passionate advances towards me, all such thoughts were banished from my mind and the absolute pursuit of pleasure and satisfaction took me over.

The first amazing feeling was being naked in another woman's arms. Although I had experienced it before that had been with a man or men present, this wasn't for it was just Girchen and me. I guess the physical part of it was the same, or similar, it was the emotional side of what was going on that made the difference. This was grown up ladies stuff. The softness and curves of her body against mine felt so different to that of a man as was, of course, the absence of the hardness that presses so enticingly into a girl's stomach. But the gentleness and the knowingness with which she approached me was the most surprising thing. It seemed as though she could anticipate my every need. When I wanted a tender embrace or a soft caress her hands gently stroked my breasts or softly rubbed the lips of my vulva. As my passion rose and more urgency was required so her arms would hold me tighter, her fingers would press into my flesh, she would pinch my nipples and squeeze joyingly, painfully the softness of my boobs. As I needed relief from the wonderful torment of feelings she built up in me she knew just the moment to plunge her fingers rigid with penetrative probing deep into my insides.

She knew when to bring me off and when to hold me right on the edge. When to kiss me lovingly and treat me with tenderness and when to be rough and act as though I was a whore! Her technique was perfect, at least to my inexperienced opinion. She touched my clitoris with just the right amount of pressure rubbing alongside it from front to back as opposed to right on top as most men do. She stroked me around the outside of my lips rather than poking her fingers roughly inside thus giving me so much more pleasure than normally received from a man's, inevitable but nonetheless, unfortunate fumblings. And she knew just when I was ready to move from one stage of lesbian lovemaking to the next.

Our earlier efforts, needed though they had been to initiate me, palled into insignificance against what we moved onto during that most fantastic first night of my separation.

Girchen loved all, and I do mean all, of my body in ways that it had never been loved before. There didn't seem to be a part of me that she didn't touch and caress and from which both she and I didn't gain sexual pleasure. From stroking my hair and touching my eyebrows and eyelids when my eyes were closed to rubbing the soles of my feet. From caressing the crown of my head and stroking gently on my neck at the base of my hairline to massaging my calf and buttock muscles. She rubbed her body against mine and dangled her nipples against my breasts. Her pubis mound was ground against mine and the lips of her pussy were pressed against the cheeks of my bottom. She intertwined her legs with mine so that the lips of our cunts were pressed together and she ran her erect and hardened nipple up and down the soaked, pink crack.

She used her mouth on me so wonderfully it was though I had never been loved orally before. Again she just seemed to know when I wanted gentleness and when more urgency was required. When it was appropriate to drive her tongue inside and when gently lapping motions around the outside were what I needed. She used her lips, teeth, tongue and mouth on every part of me. My face, chest, breasts, tummy and legs. And of course between my legs but not concentrated just on the front entrance. Equally adept at arousing incredible sensations from my labia and vulva as she was at stimulating my anus she loved me everywhere. Her magical mouth visited me on my clit, my cunt and my arse and each of them received it with joy and such pleasure.

And she spoke a lot as we made love.

"Your tits are amazing Michy."

"You smell so gorgeous."

"Your arse is perfect and I simply love your cunt."

"I am going to fuck you so much."

The combination of what we were doing, the newness of being alone with a female lover, the sensations she was giving me and the words she was using combined to have me almost permanently cumming. In the right circumstances I love hearing and talking dirty. And having her face between my raised open legs with her tongue licking me were exactly the right circumstances and her whispering. "You have such a delicious cunt" were exactly the right words.

Responding to her, following her lead and returning some of the wonderful favours she had bestowed on me just seemed so natural and necessary. Her nipples in my mouth, my tongue licking her breasts and chewing the rubbery tips. My fingers finding and lovingly stroking her velvety wetness. Slipping them in and running them around the moistened, pink slash between her legs. Anointing and arousing her clitoris. All these actions I did without bidding but with enormous gratitude and fulsome response from her.

And then when her parted legs with her most womanly of places so beautifully on view was right before my eyes to kiss it seemed just the most perfectly natural thing in the world. I had licked cunt before, but this seemed so different. The taste and smell of her was like an aphrodisiac and encouraged me to plunge on lapping at this fountain of sexuality. I gobbled greedily, I imagine, as second by second I gained new sensations and received new experiences. The feel of her lips on my tongue, the squirming of her body as I pleasured her, the sensation of my mouth engulfing her clitoris and sucking it between my teeth as she had done to me all were new, powerful and wonderful. 

When I made her cum I felt marvellous. I revelled in the writhing of her body, the gritted teeth, the tightly closed eyes, the panting breath and the gasping. I gloried in cuddling her as she roared up to a wonderful crescendo of feelings. I felt such tenderness and love as I held her close as she soared over the peak and settled into that wonderfully warm time of immediate post orgasm, a feeling in women that no man seems to understand.

How often we dozed off only to wake again and resume I have no idea. How many times we made love and how many times each of us climaxed is an equal mystery. All I know is that it was light and the birds were singing when we finally slept in each other's arms bringing my first night as a separated woman to a wonderful and totally satisfying climax and end.