0 comments/ 15118 views/ 1 favorites Manuel By: glenlover When Lisa got downstairs she was surprised to discover that Cecilia was the visitor waiting for her in her enormous, opulent living room. 'Cecilia?' Lisa said, glancing sideways as though expecting to find someone else. 'What ... what's wrong?' 'Your maid let me in. I hope you don't mind,' Cecilia said. Her clammy brow furrowed and her feet twisted on the ground, almost pointing at one another. A slender brunette, Cecilia had on a loose blouse, a T-skirt and black heels, a much formal dress style to Lisa's white shirt, black pleated skirt and sandals. The yearning for a willowy figure like Cecilia's had died a long time ago. These past weeks, Lisa had come to appreciate her rounder hips and fuller breasts. Ironically, she had Cecilia to thank for that. 'Um ... no, I don't. Want anything to drink?' Lisa offered, running a hand through the side of her dark hair. 'There's no time for that, Lisa, honey. Is your husband home?' Cecilia said, staring around. 'No, he won't be back for another thirty minutes. It's just me and Clara, the maid.' 'Good. I need your help.' 'Really,' Lisa said, folding her arms, looking on edge. 'Money?' 'Don't be silly, dear,' Cecilia snapped, discomfort sweeping across her face. Her thighs pressed together in a way that was obvious to any onlooker, like she really needed to pee. 'I don't need your money. I have my own money. You know what this is about, so can we abandon the twenty questions?' Of course Lisa knew. She had known from the very second she saw Cecilia in her home. Cecilia Griffin and Lisa Roberts had grown pretty close since their intimate gathering at Diane George's basement a month ago, and all for the wrong reasons. To be fair, it wasn't Cecilia's fault she was trapped in this dilemma. And since no one apart from Lisa could understand what Cecilia was going through, Lisa had volunteered to help. Maybe she shouldn't have. It was getting a bit too much now. What was it, three times this week? Today would be the fourth. 'Upstairs,' Lisa said, backing Cecilia and leading the way up the spiral staircase. 'Don't you think you should send your maid home?' Cecilia suggested, practically running after Lisa into the master bedroom. 'No need. She's got to stock up some items in the kitchen, so she said she'd be going to -- oh!' Lisa yelped in shock as she plummeted to the bed without warning. She rolled on her back and scowled at Cecilia. Cecilia didn't seem apologetic about the push. She jumped on the bed and began raining kisses on Lisa's face. 'Cecilia,' Lisa said in hoarse voice, 'we can't keep doing this. We can't --' Cecilia's hungry lips covered Lisa's. Her tongue flitted around Lisa's mouth, coaxing Lisa's tongue to join in the rough play. When they broke apart, Lisa was breathing hard. 'Don't you think I know that?' Cecilia said, shaky hands ripping open Lisa's shirt. Buttons popped and Lisa gasped. 'I can't help it. I can't control it. It just keeps coming.' 'Zach and I have plans to go to the beach today,' Lisa muttered. She didn't stop Cecilia from bathing her shoulders, chest and stomach with fiery kisses. Cecilia's expert hands sneaked under Lisa and unhooked her bra. She threw the accessory away, as if it was an offending thing, and gathered Lisa's breasts into her hands, squeezing. Lisa purred. Cecilia ran her tongue around Lisa's right nipple before nibbling the stiff bud. Lisa pushed her breasts up, moaning her approval, urging Cecilia, wanting Cecilia. And she hated herself for that. No matter how many times she used the excuse that she was helping a friend, she knew deep down that she was doing it more out of the strange, addictive fulfilment she would get in the end. Manuel, it appeared, had screwed them up real bad. Cecilia sat up, tugged her blouse over her head, unclipped her bra, and went back to consuming Lisa's nipples. Both women moaned and wriggled. Then Cecilia dragged her head under Lisa's skirt, pulled Lisa's panties aside, and wheedled Lisa's clit out of its hood with her tongue and a thumb. 'Oooh, Cecilia!' Lisa held Cecilia's head and lifted her crotch, grinding her pussy on Cecilia's mouth. Cecilia inhaled the musky scent and lapped the nectar seeping out of Lisa like her life depended on it. Minutes later, Cecilia extracted her head from between Lisa's thighs and bunched her T-skirt around her waist. Her fingers began ploughing her pussy and her face crushed with immense pleasure. 'I can feel it coming out!' Cecilia announced, digging faster. 'Oooh yes!' A cock suddenly tore its way out of her pussy, thick and rock hard, glinting with her juice. Lisa stared at the alien thing in mild disgust. She couldn't understand why she had agreed to this, or why she enjoyed their sessions. What was wrong with her? Holding her cock, Cecilia rubbed its massive head against Lisa's pussy lips. Lisa groaned and squirmed, her hips bucking with anticipation. Cecilia trailed the head down to Lisa's asshole. Lisa's eyes rolled back and her eyelids fluttered close. Oh, how I wish. She opened her eyes and rebuffed: 'No, not there.' 'Lisa!' Cecilia's eyes were pleading. 'Come on, just this once. You've never let me, but you allowed Marlene last week.' 'I told you, I have plans with my husband.' 'You're not the only one who had to cancel their plans, you know.' 'It'll hurt and I won't be able to walk properly. Zach will suspect. Already he's been asking questions!' 'Oh, alright,' Cecilia grumbled, spreading Lisa's thighs further and lowering herself. 'I'll just have to settle for second best.' She pushed forward and her cock slowly plunged into Lisa. A guttural sound rose from Lisa's throat and Lisa clutched Cecilia's shoulders. Good thing it wasn't as difficult or painful as their first time. Her pussy had had about a month's practice to grow accustomed to Cecilia's size. 'Second best's still pretty good, huh,' Lisa said, attempting to smile at her quip, but all her lips did was form a grimace. It was the passion coursing through her veins: it clouded her mind, watered her eyes, made her thighs quake, and pretty much rendered her useless. 'Uh-hmm,' Cecilia murmured. Concentration and thrill warped her face as her hips travelled up and down. 'But we've gotta stop this.' Lisa raised her legs, anchored Cecilia's vibrating ass, and bucked her hips to meet Cecilia's progressively swift tempo. 'Yes, we do!' Cecilia purred her reply. 'We really should!' 'Yes!' 'We can't get caught!' 'Oh yes!' 'Yeah!' 'Ugh!' 'Oh, god, just fuck me!' Profuse white cream from Lisa's pussy stained the springing mattress, and a pleasure like no other swallowed the humping pair. *********************** Marlene Brown would surely run mad if she didn't do something about her "itching". She got up from her mahogany desk and perambulated her office like a caged lion seeking that elusive freedom. She had rung Cecilia, Lisa and even Diane, but all of them were apparently too busy to answer their phones. What were they doing? Where were they when she desperately needed them? Marlene massaged her aching forehead. She felt like she would explode if she didn't -- 'Mrs Brown?' a muffled voice came from behind her office door. 'Come in,' Marlene said, irritation clawing from the pit of her stomach to harden her voice and darken her eyes. The door opened and a girl with a heart-shaped face and wavy blonde locks sauntered in. She shut the door behind her and marched to Marlene, holding out a stack of files and staring at them instead of addressing her boss. Marlene realised the girl was terrified of her. The girl was garbed in a short-sleeved shirt, a V-necked sweater on top of that, and a knee-length pleated skirt. She wasn't model material, not a size six or below. Marlene deduced that the girl was roughly a size eight or ten. She had slightly wide hips and a generous ass. Marlene absent-mindedly ran her hands down her sides, a chill traversing her spine. Oh, I think she'll do just fine. 'The files you asked for, Mrs Brown,' the girl said in a barely audible voice. Marlene detected a tremor in it. 'I forgot your name,' Marlene said, snatching the files and dumping them on her desk. 'Oh, um ... Kate,' the blonde said. 'Kate. That's a wonderful name,' Marlene said. Kate's eyes met Marlene's for the first time. Disbelief clouded them. 'I'm sorry, did I offend you?' Marlene asked, frowning. 'No, no! Not at all!' 'Then ... what's the problem?' Kate curled a loose strand of hair around her finger, and Marlene had to repress a stern look from blooming on her face. She hated when girls did that, but she had to play her cards right and refrain from saying anything that could hurt Kate's feelings, or she would be stuck in her unpleasant "situation" for a long time. That, she could not afford. 'It's just ... well ... two weeks ago you called me fat,' Kate said, staring at her feet. 'I did?' Marlene feigned surprise. Of course the girl was fat, that is, as far as Marlene was concerned. To most people she was quite ordinary. However, fat or not, Marlene didn't care these days. Kate was perfect. Godsend. 'You said I have a fat ass,' Kate said, her injured look intensifying. 'I'm sorry.' Marlene softened her voice. 'I have no doubt you'd look fabulous in my dress.' She indicated at the black lace-backed tunic dress she was wearing. The dress hugged her lean frame like a second skin. 'You think so?' Kate said, eyes glinting, excitement taking shape. 'Why not? I'm sorry I called you fat. Drink?' Marlene didn't wait for an answer. She poured them each a glass of Scotch. Handing Kate a glass, Marlene asked, 'Do you have a boyfriend?' 'Yeah.' Kate nodded. 'Does he think you're fat?' 'He thinks I'm perfect. But he's my boyfriend; it's his job to think I'm perfect.' That got Marlene giggling. Kate grinned. She had never made her boss laugh before. 'I'm part Brazilian, so all this' -- Kate waved at her hips -- 'are my mum's fault.' 'It's okay. So, what are your aspirations? They must be high. You wouldn't be working for me if they weren't.' 'I'm an eighteen-year-old intern. Yeah, my aspirations are high,' Kate said proudly. 'Marlene Styles is the greatest fashion company in the world, Mrs Brown. Every day, it gets bigger and better and continues to set industry standards. I want to be a huge part of that.' 'Really.' Marlene glanced at Kate's stocking-clad legs and her itching flared. She felt her panties dampen. Clearing her throat, Marlene said: 'You want to go into fashion, then?' 'Yeah,' Kate said, and then her enthusiasm mellowed. 'But I'm not exactly what you'd call a model. I did try to diet like you instructed, but --' 'Nonsense. Like I said, you're perfect.' As if to demonstrate, Marlene walked to Kate and spun her around. Her breath caught the instant Kate's protruding ass came to view. 'Very nice,' she said, licking her lips. 'You think so?' Kate faced Marlene, and that naive, ecstatic look reappeared. 'Oh my, I'm so psyched you said that. I mean, you're, like, the goddess of the fashion industry and you think I'm perfect!' Marlene clenched her fists. She had to move fast. She didn't know how long she could hold on. She walked to her door and secured it shut. Kate saw nothing strange about this. She was too enamoured with Marlene to read between the lines. Marlene pranced to her. 'Come here,' she said and guided Kate to her desk. 'How far are you willing to go to make it in this business?' 'Oh, I'll do anything!' Kate's crease-free face turned serious. 'I know it can be rough and hard and --' 'Have you ever being with a girl before? A woman?' Kate looked confused at the question. 'I ... um ... don't understand ...' 'Come now, Kate,' Marlene said, frustrated, 'if we're going to be best friends, surely we can share gossip.' "Best friends" was the magic phrase that killed the awkwardness which would have stolen Kate from Marlene. 'Oh, well,' Kate began, her smile turning mischievous, 'I haven't actually being with a girl, but I did do some experimenting last year. It was only a kiss. Beyond that --' Marlene moved suddenly, planting her lips on Kate's. Skilfully, she prodded the younger girl's lips apart and darted her tongue in, counting the rows of her teeth and flirting with Kate's tongue for a bit. Then she leaned away. Kate looked aghast. 'Mrs Brown ...?' 'Did you like that?' 'I ... I ... I don't ...' Marlene captured Kate's lips again, kissing her slowly this time, exploring with her tongue, savouring the taste of Kate's succulent lips. Her firm hand grasped Kate's ass and her index finger traced the tight space between Kate's butt cheeks, poking the area she knew Kate's butt hole was situated. Shock jolted Kate, and she shivered. Marlene withdrew, her eyebrows cocking in question. 'I ... I don't know what to say,' Kate said, out of breath. Her hands ironed her skirt, especially the back. Marlene teasing her anus had unnerved her a bit. 'Tell you what, Kate, why don't I be your mentor in this industry. How would you like that?' Marlene said, spinning Kate around and placing Kate's hands on her desk. The itching sensation in her pussy was driving her mad now. She needed release, and Kate was going to give her that. 'Um ... you'd be my mentor?' Kate asked uncertainly. She inhaled sharply when Marlene forced her legs to spread. Marlene dropped to her knees. 'Oh yes, Kate,' she breathed, raising Kate's skirt. 'I'll be your mentor. I'll teach you everything you need to know to make it real big in this nasty business.' Marlene dragged Kate's flimsy panties down to expose a shaven, swollen pussy. 'Are mentors supposed to be doing this?' asked a nervous Kate, clenching the edge of the desk. 'I'm not so sure, Mrs Brown. I've never done anything like this with another woman, and I'm not comfortable --' 'Think of this as the start of a very fruitful relationship,' Marlene said and buried her face between Kate's thighs, lapping her pussy, licking every inch of the inviting pink folds. Whatever Kate was about to say chocked in her throat and dissolved into a soft cry. Her legs tensed. Marlene spread Kate's ample ass checks, revealing a nice, tight, star-crinkled asshole. Her mouth literally watered. With a long, exultant moan, Marlene took the asshole into her mouth and ate like she hadn't had any food in years. 'Mrs Brown!' Kate gasped. 'Oh my!' Kate's body swayed from Marlene's face-prodding, nose-sniffing, and tongue-licking. Yes, Marlene thought, her heart pounding with exhilaration. This was exactly what she needed. Marlene took her time with both holes, her tongue invading Kate's lubricating pussy, and then tracing its way the butt hole not far off. The sweet scent of Kate's ass and pussy gladdened her heart. Kate wasn't fighting back anymore. Her chest was inches away from the desk's surface and her ass had tilted downwards, much to Marlene's enjoyment. 'Mrs Brown!' Kate cried out. Her body went rigid, and then a violent tremor shook her frame. She was forced to collapse on the desk and hold on tightly lest she fell on the ground. Marlene moaned her delight at bringing Kate to orgasm, but she wasn't finished with the young intern. She gave Kate's asshole one last, ravenous lick and stood up. She dragged the hem of her dress to her waist and stepped out of her panties. Kate's trembling legs steadied her bowed posture, and Marlene admired the beefed up ass in front of her. She stuck two fingers into her pussy and dug. The itching sensation reached fever pitch and Marlene wailed as her cock punched into the open. 'Mrs Brown?' Kate whispered, leaning up and turning around. 'No!' Marlene snapped, forcing Kate back on the desk, eyes front. She couldn't let the girl see her cock. It wasn't the sort of thing you showed people. Kate's reaction would be unfavourable, and Marlene could not afford to get involved with a "freak" scandal. She had a billion-dollar empire to run. 'You like dildos, Kate?' 'I -- I used to have one,' Kate said. 'I mean, I have one ...' 'Well, I've got a very big strap-on around my waist. I wanna use it on you.' Marlene gripped Kate's waist with one hand and used the other to rub her cock against Kate's pussy. 'Would you like me fuck you with my cock?' 'It feels really big, Mrs Brown,' Kate said, nervous. Her ass wriggled. 'You don't like big cocks?' 'I've never taken one.' 'There's always a first time for everything, Katy dear,' Marlene said, moving her big dick to Kate's butt hole. If only she could. But it was too early. She didn't want to rip Kate apart. Maybe they could try it some other time, after a good number of trial tests. 'It feels so real,' Kate remarked. 'It's about to feel a lot better,' Marlene said and pushed her cock inside Kate, slowly. Kate cried, cringing and clutching the table. Her ass juddered. 'Omigod! Omigod! it's really BIG!' 'Yes, it is,' Marlene murmured, drowning in a pool of searing passion. Her eyes rolled into her skull. Her fingers sank into Kate's hips and her waist aided her cock in piercing further into Kate. Kate's ass bucked forcefully. 'I think I just came!' she wept. Marlene groaned with contentment as she finally impaled Kate completely. For a while, she relished the feeling of Kate's warm pussy clenching and contracting around her abundant meat, and then she pulled back. Then pushed forward. Then back. And forward. Over and over again. Marlene was soon pounding Kate with ferocious greed. This was the release she had craved all day. ************************ She was worn out from her session with Cecilia, and had barely managed the beach experience without fading into unconsciousness, but this was the only way she could rid her husband of his insecurities and suspicions. The wall clock said, '11pm,' and Lisa and Zach were in bed, naked, fondling each other, inciting their bodies to heights of sexual awareness. The number of times they had sex had dwindled alarmingly in recent weeks, because after dealing with Cecilia or Marlene or both at the same time, Lisa had no strength left for her husband. Zach had complained and even accused her of infidelity, something that had scared the life out of her. True, Lisa had been treacherous to their marriage, but the complicated circumstances of her disloyalty lessened the guilt she felt. Moreover, she would not be in this situation if Zach hadn't involved them with Manuel in the first place. She loved him, her Zach, now and always, and she owed it to herself to fix things between them. That was why she had suggested the beach trip. That was why she was crooning as Zach's greedy mouth ate her nipples and pinched her breasts. They ached from her earlier foreplay with Cecilia, but Lisa was more than willing accept more pain in order to accomplish her cause. She had to. For Zach. 'Oh god, I've missed this,' Lisa said, tilting her neck and giving Zach room to bite her the way he loved to. 'I want you inside me, Zach. I want you now.' Zach grunted his agreement and happily presented his hard cock to the entrance of her pussy. Lisa stopped him quickly. She was still sore from Cecilia's long visit. If she allowed him in there, especially in his present state (Zach looked ready to fuck her brains out), she would not enjoy herself. Everything would be ruined, and Zach would go back to hating her. 'What's wrong, honey?' Zach said, frustration kicking in. Lisa twisted around in his embrace and backed him. She tipped her ass out, grinding the soft flesh on his hardness. Slanting her head so as to glimpse his face, his eyes, she groaned: 'Fuck my ass.' Manuel Effect John wanted to roll over and go back to sleep but Melody wouldn't let him. "It's Saturday, Mel. We can work in the yard all day long. Give me another couple of hours. Come back to bed and let me feel the warmth of your breasts. You like to wrap your warm thighs around me. Come wrap 'em baby!" Melody laughed, "You know I will reward you at the end of the day if you help me." "I know and I fall for it every time. "And have I ever disappointed you? Have I not participated in all your fantasies?" John had to agree. Melody and he were made for each other, perfect mates in bed and great friends everywhere else. Since he made enough money, right from the day he married her five years ago, he had forced her to stay at home and enjoy life. Initially Melody was bored with nothing special to do until John got home. But once he was home he kept her busy in the bed and out of it. She learned to relax and take advantage of the freedom her husband gave her – money wise and time wise. One night, after some fierce love making, Melody said, "John, I can't sit at home doing nothing. I think I should get a part time job or even become a volunteer. It's been five years since I did something useful besides being your playmate. Not that I don't love that part!" She said, laughing. "Why don't you find a hobby? I am sure there are plenty of things you could get interested in." "Like what?" "Why don't you try your hand at gardening? We have a nice sized backyard. You could do some landscaping and plant some trees and bushes. It'll keep you busy. The sun is good for your skin and the exercise keeps you fit and trim." "Actually I have been thinking about it too, especially after seeing our neighbor's backyard. Brian works in his yard all weekends. I will take up gardening if you promise to help me during weekends." That was a couple of months ago. He had stupidly agreed and she began to pester him to wake up early on Saturday mornings. John shrugged off his reveries and got up knowing Melody will badger him until he lost his mood to sleep. Melody was excited when she realized that gardening was indeed a nice hobby to have. She did a lot of research on the internet and finally decided on the perfect layout for her garden. She planned to make it look like a resort! But she also decided to be practical about it. She'd take her time and get John involved and together they would create their dream garden. To her dismay she soon realized John wasn't into it at all. But she forced him to help her ; however, of late it was getting more and more difficult to get him to do any of the hard work. This Saturday was no different. He did whatever she asked him to but never really involving himself in the effort. "John I want you to enjoy our time together. You act like you are not having any fun." "That's because I am not having any fun, darling. This was supposed to be your hobby, not mine. Why don't you hire a landscape company to give our yard a makeover? You can supervise them and make sure the result is to your liking." "John, this is my hobby and not a chore to be outsourced. It is also my exercise and time in the sun. All I need are your muscles and your company. I kind of get aroused when I watch your rippling muscles and sweating shoulders. Having someone else do all this would rob us of that fun." John grumbled but stayed out in the yard all day and helped. On her part, she made sure he had a steady supply of freezing cold beer - that kept him hooked. Melody ran into her neighbor Jessica at the mall one day. They found a coffee shop and sat down sipping their hot coffee. "Your yard is beginning to look nice, Melody." "Thanks. But it is so hard to get John to help me. I wish he would be like your husband Brian." "Well and I wish I could stay at home like you!" Jessica laughed. "I know the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence." They both laughed again. "Why do you bother John? Just get a handy man to help you with the hard jobs." "In fact John has already suggested that. He even asked me to hire a landscaping company. But I enjoy it more when John's around. He's always making silly jokes and flirts with me. He insists that I wear revealing clothes and even helps me shop for sexy 'garden' attire. He makes naughty comments and fondles my breasts and ass every time that it sort of has grown on me. I am sure if you look into our yard, you'll catch us doing something naughty. Most of the time we are so aroused that we will be tearing off each other's clothes before we even reach the shower." "Wow, that's too much information, Melody!" But Melody could tell that Jessica had had glimpses of their games. "If I did hire a handy man just for tough chores, John would escape to his den and I don't want that. We really keep each other entertained. Without him around I might soon get tired of my hobby and turn the whole thing over to a contractor. And that's precisely what John hopes would happen." "Why don't you hire a young handy man and see how it goes. Just insist that John should be with you all the time. I know a contractor who has a dozen young men always looking for work. But most of them do not speak English. Do either of you speak Spanish?" "I don't, but my husband does. He's quite fluent in Spanish." Jessica's eyes sparkled with mischief, "I think your problem is solved. Since you don't understand a word of Spanish and the handy man doesn't understand a word of English, John cannot leave you two alone. You need a translator and that'd be John's job." Melody smiled, "Maybe you have something there. Can you really get me someone like that?" "I will find out and call you tomorrow. The following Saturday early morning Melody said, "I decided to follow your suggestion about getting hired help for the hard chores. Jessica even found me a handy man. He will be here any minute." John smiled gratefully, "I knew you'd come around. So can I go back to sleep?" "No not really. I need you out there with me all the time. You see, the man does not speak English and so you're going to be my translator. He'll do all the hard work." John laughed, "No way. You just point and say it in English and he'll understand. How hard can it be? It is not rocket science." "No John, you can sit back and relax if you wish. But you have to be with me. That's half the fun and I am not going to lose it. You are just off the hook for the chores." "That's ridiculous." "I can still cancel the handy man and make you slog in the hot sun. So it's your choice." Melody teased. John growled, "You'll pay for it tonight, you scheming bitch!" "Yes I know and I promise to let you get away with anything you want." She laughed. And then she added, "And no more sexy clothes. I can't walk around in the sunlight with my nipples showing. And I don't want him to see my thong over the waistband of my shorts. They were strictly to induce you to help me. Besides when you stare at me, I get turned on too. So no more sexy clothes!" John held up his hand, "Now wait a minute young lady. You don't get to call all the shots. If you want me out there, you'll wear what I ask you to wear." "Are you out of your mind? I don't want to mess with the young man's head. He might get the wrong idea." John said seriously, "I agree to be the translator and you agree to continue to wear enticing clothes for my viewing pleasure. He'll get used to it if you dress like that from day one." Melody was pleasantly surprised when Manuel walked in. He was tall and well built. His close cropped hair gave him a military look. But his handsome face still retained its boyish charm. He had a genuine smile and she liked him instantly. "John, this is Manuel. Jessica says he has no experience in gardening but is a very sincere worker, eager to please. So it's up to us to use him efficiently." John said something in Spanish to Manuel and he smiled and said something in response. They chatted for a few minutes. Melody was happy to see them hit it off right away. Although she was apprehensive about the whole thing in the beginning, as the day wore on, things seemed to click in place. John was true to his word and conveyed Melody's instructions faithfully. And Manuel lived up to his reputation. He was eager to please and proved to be a quick learner as well. By the end of the day Melody saw definite progress in her project. She couldn't wait for tomorrow. At this rate she could complete stage one of her garden makeover in a few weeks. Melody was surprised when John gave Manuel two hundred dollars instead of the one hundred they had agreed to. Manuel's face lit up and Melody gave her husband a quick appreciative hug. That night John made Melody do her yoga in the nude! That was a hard thing for her but she had promised and so she delivered. But in the end they were both so turned on they hit the bed right away. Later as they were catching up from their torrential orgasms, Melody said, "You were right. Manuel never once stared at me and I know there were a lot of things to stare at considering what I was wearing." "I told you, people accept first impressions of characteristics and behavior without judgment." "And he is so sincere. He did everything he was told and did them well. I am really impressed. You are a good translator, my darling." Melody cooed. "And I find his presence very refreshing. I thought three might be a crowd, but Manuel seems to blend in perfectly." "I agree. It was fun watching you translate. What did he say about the arrangement?" "He seems to enjoy it. He did mention that you were very beautiful." "He told you that?" Melody was happy with the compliment. "Yes, I caught him staring at your cleavage and he apologized. I told him not to worry about it. But he did it again and when I caught him at it, he didn't apologize. He simply said that you were very beautiful. And I don't blame him. Your nipples were really beckoning us." "John, you're terrible. Stop messing up that boy. Please let me wear more modest clothes. Like I said earlier, I don't want him to get wrong ideas." "No darling I am really enjoying this. So what are you wearing tomorrow?" He had a twinkle in his eyes. Melody gave up and giggled, warming up to her husband, "You are the boss, so you tell me. What would you like me to wear or not wear?" Manuel showed up bright and early on Sunday. As she turned and walked ahead after letting him in the yard, she felt his eyes on her but decided to ignore it. If John had no problems with it, why should she worry about it? John was right. Dressed as she was, any man would stare. But she also decided not to catch him in the act so that she wouldn't have to confront it. The velour shorts she was wearing hugged her ass and thighs very tightly. The low neck top caused her lovely breasts to nearly slip out of their confinement. She knew if she bent really low, he would see her nipples. Without waiting for instruction, Manuel began to continue where they had left off last night. Melody soon forgot all about Manuel's reaction and became engrossed in her work on hand. John joined them and the project moved smoothly. They took a break and John opened a beer can for himself and offered Manuel one. Melody was surprised but did not say anything. John did an excellent job of communicating and by evening they were well ahead of the schedule. John handed Melody two hundred dollars and she offered it to him. He smiled at them and suddenly gave Melody a quick hug. Melody was surprised but he managed to say thank you in broken English and walked toward the gate. John and Melody were in the shower when she asked him, "So what did you talk about today? It looked like you were chatting with him about other things." "He thanked me for the extra money and I said it was your idea." "Oh that explains the hug. What else did you talk about? Hope you did not discuss about me." "Well he seems to be fascinated by your ass. Every time your back was turned, he'd admire your ass. It is like a Melody Admiration Club. " "John, can't you keep your fantasies confined to our bedroom?" He took the soap from her and began to run it gently all over her body. His fingers found her clit and played with it. She moaned and sought his lips. His palms fondled her slippery breasts and his teeth nibbled the swollen nipples. "Fuck me John. I need your cock inside me now." Melody was surprised that John seemed to be eager for Saturday to come around. Manuel showed up early as usual and John was up and about already. As the day wore on, despite finishing off a couple of beers, Manuel seemed to be very much focused o the job at hand. The only difference Melody noticed was that he was more obvious when he stared at her breasts or her thighs. She also noted something else. John went missing frequently but his absences were short. He would mumble something and dart inside the house and show up ten or fifteen minutes later. Melody gave up on his help and decided to see how best she could convey her needs to Manuel. At times when he was close by, she would touch his shoulder to catch his attention. But as things progressed, Manuel began to do the same. He would touch her every time he needed her attention when he could have easily called her name. She wanted to stop him when his casual touch began to turn into soft caresses on her back. Manuel's smile told her he knew what his touch was doing to her. Melody also realized that her own fingers were lingering on Manuel's shoulders more than they needed to and that she was in a constant state of arousal around him! She struggled to keep her arousal under control. Damn that John. Why couldn't he stay around so that she wouldn't be tempted this way! As the day wore on John's absences grew longer. He poked his head to bring her some cold water and him a cold beer. Melody didn't seem to mind John's reluctance to stay and help any longer. These seemingly innocuous physical contacts began to turn into more obvious brushings. Manuel's hands more than once casually brushed her breasts. She also felt his hands on her ass and instead of moving away, she stood firm. When they had cleared all the weeds from the first of the two rose beds, she straightened and smiled at him and gave him a quick hug of appreciation. She knew she shouldn't have but couldn't control her actions. His hands went around her shoulders and pulled her to him tightly. She could feel his erection over his jeans. Manuel began to roughly rub his cock against her thighs. His hands went lower and did not stop until they reached her ass. He quickly gripped her butt in his palms and jerked her toward him. She couldn't hold back her moan and leaned into him, her breasts squeezed in between their hot bodies. She quickly managed to wriggle out of his grasp and he reluctantly let go. They continued to work on the next rose bed. They were both on all fours, moving around the bushes carefully, avoiding the wicked thorns. Melody trimmed some of the unruly branches and Manuel cleared the ground of weeds and the falling trimmings. A couple of times she caught him staring down her cleavage and pretended not to notice while managing to bend even more for his viewing pleasure. Her eyes darted to his crotch – the bulge was still obvious! They heard John walk out to the yard. He called out, "Melody, where are you?" "I am behind the rose bushes." She yelled back and hurriedly tried to stand up and then shrieked loudly! Manuel looked at her and saw a rose twig had latched on to her tight shorts. He crawled toward her and gently lifted the fabric and pried the thorn lose. He cut the twig and threw it aside. He reached over and lifted her shorts again and saw that the thorn had scratched the inside of her left thigh. There was a fine red line with a little blood welling up. It was very close to her crotch. By then John had reached them and extended his hands to help Melody get up. But before she could grab his outstretched hands, Manuel grabbed the water hose that was beside him, twisted the shower head and directed the gentle stream of cool water at her wound. Before they realized what he was doing, he extended his hand and gently washed the scratch. Melody relaxed, the cool water was very soothing. The burning was gone! John's anxiety showed on his face. He asked, his voice full of genuine concern "Is it hurting too much?" Melody smiled and shook her head, "No, the cold water rinse took the sting off." By now Melody's shorts was completely wet and she felt uncomfortable that the contours of her pussy were showing over the wet and clinging shorts. Before she could stand up, she felt Manuel's fingers brush her pussy. She inwardly smiled when Manuel blocked his sleight of hand with his body so that John wouldn't be able to see him caressing her pussy ever so briefly. John led her to the patio and made her sit on an armchair. "Sit still. I will be back." He went in and quickly returned carrying a small tube of cream and a box of band aids. Before he reached Melody, Manuel stepped up and extended his hands, asking for the cream. Although surprised, John gave it to him and took the opportunity to peel a band aid from its sheath. Manuel knelt in front of Melody and gently grabbed her left leg and perched it on the arm of the chair, leaving it dangling on one side. Melody felt her pussy stretch and quiver with arousal. The wet shorts stretched even further, revealing the shape of her pussy mound and clitoris. Manuel quickly got to work. He applied the cream and gently rubbed it over the scratch. He also managed to let his finger occasionally meander towards her crotch causing her to blush. She looked up at John who was still trying to rip the packet open. Melody laughed as Manuel took it from him and expertly peeled the translucent plaster and smoothed it over her wound and then pressed it firmly. Melody was shocked at Manuel's blatant behavior but his touch sent shivers of sensual excitement through her body. John's presence seemed to add to the thrill although he seemed oblivious to Manuel's actions or intentions. Although she didn't need help, between them they helped her get up and walk inside the cool house. Before John led her to their bedroom, Melody gave Manuel a hug which he took advantage of again, despite John's presence. His hand went around her shoulders and pulled her into his muscular chest. He rubbed his hardness on her thighs and Melody had to bite her lips to stop from moaning. As soon as Manuel left, Melody quickly peeled off her wet shorts and thong. Naked, she went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. "Darling, can you soap my back please?" John was only too eager to please and stripping off his shorts, joined her under the shower. His cock was ready for action and Melody bent over forward, showing her sweet white ass to him. John gently inserted his cock inside her slippery pussy and began fuck her. He leaned forward and grabbed her breasts and crushed them in his palms. Melody pushed her ass back at him, forcing the pace. After a few strokes, John turned her around and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he slowly lowered her on to his throbbing cock. Melody buried her face in his neck and began to lick his ears. The licking gradually turned into chewing as John began to pump his cock into her. Melody was now writhing and moaning. "Let's finish in the bed. I want to wrap myself around you." Melody begged. They stepped out of the shower and quickly dried themselves and rushed to the bed. Melody laid down with her legs spread really wide, beckoning John to ram into her. John didn't keep her waiting. He slid his cock inside and began to fuck her hard and fast. They exploded in unison and held onto each other for what seemed like an eternity. Manuel Effect As they lay quietly, catching their breaths, Melody whispered, "I needed that. Thank you." "Wow. You were so hot, literally like a sex starved bitch. The thorn that scratched you must have aphrodisiac effects." He laughed. "Maybe it was not the thorn. Maybe it was Manuel's healing sensual touch." She whispered, watching his reaction. "That boy really is handy around here. I am glad Jessica found him for us." "Me too!" She said softly and snuggled up to him and soon they were fast asleep. The next couple of weekends flew by. As John's absences began to grow longer, Manuel was becoming more and more daring. Melody was fighting a losing battle. She didn't want to lead the young man on but it had been so long since she had felt the touch of a man other than her husband, that it kind of excited her, and she alternated between guilt and arousal. The yard was truly beginning to show the fruits of their labor and Jessica called to convey her appreciation. "Thank you Jessica for finding Manuel for us. His touch seems to bring the garden alive." "His touch seems to bring you alive too, Mel." Jessica teased. Melody blushed, "Hey don't start rumors my friend." Long after Jessica had gone her comment lingered in Melody's mind. She had felt it too. Manuel's touch did terribly arouse her but she never dwelled on it after he left. John was a great lover and she would lose herself in his love making. Melody and John were still in bed when their phone rang. She wondered who would call so early on a Saturday morning. She picked up the phone and handed the receiver to John when she realized it was Manuel. Her first thought was he was calling to say he wasn't going to come over. Her disappointment clearly showed on her face as she waited for John to hang up. "Manuel's car broke down. He was wondering if I would pick him up from his apartment and bring him here." "Sure. I will get you some coffee to go. Get up." She slid off the bed expecting him to roll off after her. "Honey, why don't you go and pick him up? He lives a good half hour away. That'll give me another hour of undisturbed sleep." John said, looking at her with his sleepy eyes. Melody laughed, "Okay, I will go. Give me directions." Melody was new to that area but she managed to make it without getting lost. She found his apartment and knocked on the door. Manuel seemed surprised to see her instead of John. He opened the door wide and beckoned her in. Suddenly Melody was conscious of herself. She was wearing her tight and short yoga shorts and a sleeveless top. Manuel's gaze traveled all over her young body in one swift glance and stopped when their eyes met. He closed the door and extended his arms. Melody's heart was racing but she didn't move. Manuel swiftly loosened his jeans and stepped out of it. He shrugged off his tee shirt also. Nude and erect, he beckoned to her again. Melody couldn't believe her eyes! The throbbing young cock had a mesmerizing hold on her body. Her mind went blank as she subconsciously moved into his open arms. His hug was tighter than usual and the warmth of his cock was burning a hole in her thighs. He kissed her and gently picked her up and carried her to the couch. Melody knew there was no way she could resist such a temptation. She closed her eyes and opened her thighs. Manuel knelt down and buried his face between her legs and kissed her pussy. Melody's fingers began to play with his short hair while his tongue worked its magic on her most intimate areas. Manuel didn't have to be told that she was ready. In fact her eyes were pleading with him to thrust his cock into her. Manuel didn't keep her waiting any longer. His own desire was seeking release and he plunged his throbbing cock into her sweet pussy. Melody moaned and held him tightly, wrapping her legs around his waist. But that didn't stop or slow him down. With renewed vigor his thrusts began to increase in tempo and her moans turned into loud groans. Neither was one ready to climax; they kept going. Melody couldn't believe that she was enjoying the thrusts of someone other than her husband. But this was not the time for guilt or reason. She arched her back and raised her pelvis to egg him on. Suddenly Melody's cell phone rang. She knew it was her husband, wondering why she was not back home by now. It had been more than two hours since she left. Manuel stopped for a moment before realizing that she was not planning to answer the phone. He suddenly pulled his cock out. She looked at him in agony, wondering what was going on. The glint in his eyes told her he was going to try something different. He didn't keep her guessing for long. His cock hovered close to her mouth and she knew what he wanted. He rubbed the bulb of his swollen cock on her lips. Melody tasted her own juice mixed with his. She eagerly parted her lips and he slipped his cock between her lovely red lips. Melody loved sucking cock. She took his huge cock deep down her throat and enjoyed the wonderful sensation as he exploded in the warmth of her mouth. Although she did have a couple of orgasms, she didn't quite hit the mark and longed for the feel of his cock inside her pussy. But before she could encourage him, the phone rang again. "Where are you? Are you okay? Did you find his place?" John's voice was really anxious. "Yes darling. I am with him right now. We'll leave in another few minutes. I guess I got lost track of time. Sorry." "I am glad you're alright. I have to run over to the office for a couple of hours. I will be back by noon." That was welcome news for Melody. She didn't want him to see her all disheveled and smelling of Manuel's juices. John was gone when they arrived. Melody quickly brushed and showered and pulled on another pair of shorts and a tank top. They worked all day but her mind was not in it. Manuel seemed to guess this and nudged back into the house. She sighed and sank deeper into the bed as he plunged his thick cock inside her. He sensed her need and began to thrust harder and faster and kept up the momentum until her body convulsed in multiple orgasms. They lay there breathing heavily for a few minutes before she let him roll off of her. She pulled him into the shower with her and turned her back to him. His cock was beginning to get hard again as he rubbed it against her soft white flesh. Within moments, bending her forward, he slipped his rigid cock into her pussy. He reached up and grabbed her breasts and crushed them in his palms as he pounded into her. Melody was totally shameless by now. She was moaning, "Fuck me, Manuel. Fuck me darling. This bitch needs your cock so bad." Then she screamed, "Oh my God, I am coming again. Hold me tight, please! Manuel didn't understand what she said but knew exactly what she wanted. He gripped her waist and thrust his cock deeper into her very being. This time they came together. She kissed him tenderly on his mouth and whispered, "Thank you, Manuel!" He reluctantly let her slip out of his grasp and quickly washed and dried himself and waited for John to show up. As soon as John came in, Melody asked him to take Manuel home. Although surprised, he did as he was told and they drove off. As soon as they were gone, Melody hurried to her treasure chest and riffling through a stack of old documents, found what she was looking for. It was a note from John to her, written two years ago. The time had come! Just to be sure, she read the note one more time. 'Dear Melody, I have a confession to make. During my last business trip out of town I met and had sex with a complete stranger. We were both in a bar, drunk and horny, and one thing led to another and I ended up in her room. She was also married and wept for a long time afterward for succumbing to her lust. I felt ashamed of my own lack of control and for cheating on you. Although there is a chance you'll never find out, I don't want to live with that guilt. So I have a proposition for you. There are two options. You can choose either one, and I will abide by your decision. Option 1: I will agree to a divorce on your terms. Option 2: You can have sex once with any man of your choice - just once. That'll make us even. Regardless of your decision, I will always love you. John' Melody had forgiven him his because of his honesty but kept the note as her 'Chance Ticket.' When John returned home after dropping Manuel off, Melody quietly handed the note to her husband. He glanced at the note and asked, "Manuel?"She hesitated and then nodded. "So that's why you were late this morning?" Again she nodded. She couldn't look him in the eye. "So does this mean we are even?" His sounded like he was relieved. This time she didn't hesitate. She nodded vigorously. John tore the note into shreds and threw it in the trash. He carried her into their bedroom and proceeded to kiss her from head to foot, desperate to claim her back as his own. When he plunged his thick cock inside her pussy, she moaned loudly. In between thrusts, John asked her, "What can I do to bring more excitement into our sex life?" Melody whispered in between moans, "Teach me Spanish darling!" Manuel There were two things Lisa had never done with Zach in bed since they married: uttered the F-word and engaged in anal sex. Zach had never said the F-word to her either. He wasn't into dirty talks. And as for buggering, Zach had never really suggested it, though there had accidentally touched her butthole on few occasions. But within every man was a wild beast, something primal, something eager to navigate uncharted sexual terrains, and Lisa knew from the way Zach's eyes burned with raw passion that she had coaxed his out of hiding. 'You heard me, baby. Fuck your wife's pretty ass,' Lisa ordered. 'Oooh yeah.' Zach hurriedly pressed his cock on her asshole and pushed. A pleasant groan rumbled from Lisa as her butt hole gave way for Zach's dick. He squeezed in. Thank God she wasn't loose from Marlene's invasions there, or Zach would have been lobbing some serious questions her way. 'So tight,' Zach moaned, pulling and pushing. 'Uh-hmm.' Lisa wound her waist in circles, bumping her ass against Zach, swaying to his slow rhythm. Her tiredness fled as her desire inflated. Zach's hands found her breasts. Lisa covered his hands with hers and helped him squeeze her tender globes. 'I can't believe you're into anal,' Zach said, panting. 'Hurts a little, but it's all for you, baby.' Zach slipped a hand to her pussy and massaged her clit. 'Oooh god!' Lisa groaned as the nerves there sang joyful tones. And to think she had been worried. 'Finger-fuck me, Zach. Please!' More than happy to oblige, Zach inserted two fingers into her pussy, burrowing continuously. The tempo with which he pounded her asshole increased. 'Ooooh! Oooh fuck my ass harder!' Lisa called out. 'Finger my pussy faster!' 'Yeeah! Yeeah!' Zach said, puffing and sweating, his hips thrashing. 'Sodomise my ass!' Lisa said, shutting her eyes and kicking her ass more rapidly. The pressure was building in the depths of her pussy. 'I love you, Lisa!' Zach confessed. 'I love you too!' 'Oh god! I'll never doubt you again!' 'I love you!' Lisa said through gritted teeth. Her thighs clamped together, trapping Zach's hand, though his fingers still managed to continue stabbing her extremely wet pussy. 'I love you so much!' 'I love you!' 'Lisa!' 'Zaaach!' Lisa reclined suddenly. Her body quivered, her thighs unfolded, and her cum spurted forth with a subtle hiss. She felt her ass fill with Zach's cum. The way he had his arms wrapped around her, quivering and sighing in her ear, Lisa could tell this was his best orgasm yet. They remained so for a while, catching their breath, spent from their sexual work out. Then they dislodged. Zach chuckled and planted a kiss on Lisa's cheek, forcing a giggle out of Lisa. 'I love you,' he said. Staring into his eyes, Lisa knew the words had come from his heart. 'I love you too.' She really did. And that was when she realised, enough was enough. The time for dawdling had come to an end. She had to figure out how to break away from Manuel, for better or for worse, and Cecilia and Marlene were going to help her, whether they wanted to or not. Manuela Pe cuvantul meu daca pot sa-mi explic cum poate fi posibil ca niste parinti, romani, stiind foarte bine cat de "pacatoasa" este limba noastra neaos romaneasca, sa-si boteze fetita... Manuela!!! Sunt la casa de cultura, din motive care nu au legatura cu povestea de fata. De-a dreptul plictisit de balmajeala lectorului, simt, acut, nevoia sa ies si sa-mi aprind o tigara... Ma ridic si ies din sala. Daca nu le-ar fi frica de cei de la partid, sunt convins ca toti ceilalti ar face ca mine... Acum, problema mea este ca habar n-am unde se poate fuma in institutia asta, fara sa risti sa fii admonestat. Sunt norocos! Observ ghidul perfect! Femeia de servici!... O salut, respectuos, apoi ma interesez unde se poate fuma. Imi arata, cu degetul, directia: - Acolo, pe balcon, domnu'. - Multumesc mult, doamna, sarutmana! E clar ca e bagata toata in ceata - habar n-am de cat de putine ori i s-a intamplat sa-i spuna cineva sarutmana... Oricum, daca am femeia de servici de partea mea, cu siguranta ca, daca ma duc unde m-a indrumat ea, nu o sa intampin nici un fel de dificultati!... Ies pe balcon si, spre surprinderea mea, vad, din spate, un cur misto, bulane ca lumea si o claie de par blond. Tipa sta sprijinita, in coate, pe balustrada balconului, aplecata, numai bine sa-i salti fustita, sa-i dai jos chilotii si sa-ti bagi pula-n ea - Doamneeeee! Cat de murdar pot sa fiu in gandire! Dar, in fond, nu suntem asa noi, toti barbatii?!?... Habar n-am cum arata la muian sau la tate, insa-mi asum riscul: - Sarutmana, ma scuzati, va deranjeaza daca stau si eu aici sa fumez o tigara?... Se intoarce, surprinsa - e clar ca nu m-a auzit cand am iesit pe balcon, apropiindu-ma de ea... Nu este cine stie ce frumusete, insa ma frapeaza ochii, albastri, iar ceea ce ma frapeaza cel mai tare este ca, se vede cu ochiul liber, a plans... - ... Nnnu, eu... tocmai plecam... Chestia asta nu-mi place - fata, este clar, a iesit sa se linisteasca, iar eu mi-am bagat, fara sa vreau, picioarele in intimitatea ei... Se intoarce si da sa plece. Fac, rapid, un pas si ma proptesc in fata ei: - Stai asa, domnisoara! Ai dreptul primului venit! Ma carabanesc eu, dar tu ramai aici! Ce, vrei sa te vada toti ce intoarsa pe dos esti?!? Lasa capul in pamant... Continui: - Hai, zau, stai cuminte, ca eu dispar! Zis si facut, ma intorc sa plec - in fond, ies dracului din institutie si fumez afara... Aproape ca sunt afara din balcon, cand o aud: - ... Nnnnu, va rog! Este loc suficient! Ma opresc, apoi ma intorc catre ea: - Raman, daca n-ai nimic impotriva, insa... stai si tu!... In sfarsit, reuseste sa mi se uite in ochi - ii zambesc. Nu pierd timpul, ca asa sunt eu - ma prezint. Nu-mi vine sa-mi cred urechilor, ea este... Manuela!!! Daca ar fi cu parintii pe langa ea, probabil ca le-as trage cateva perechi de palme... Auzi! Manuela!... Ce cacat or fi avut in creier cand au botezat-o?!? Cat misto o fi inghitit fata asta in scoala, in liceu, in facultate, daca a trecut pe acolo!... Iar lasa capul in pamant: - ... Nu, sa stiti, nu ma deranjati... Este timpul sa pun lucrurile la punct: - Manuela, in primul rand vreau sa stabilim o chestie - suntem, amandoi, suficient de tineri ca sa ne putem tutui - nu ma mai lua cu dumneavoastra, ca, zau, o iau la fuga pe scari!... O pufneste rasul - se vede pe ea ca se mira de ce reactie poate sa aiba... Gata, m-am hotarat! Chiar daca nu este frumusetea orasului, pe fata asta trebuie s-o fac macar sa-mi spuna de ce sta singura, pe balcon si... da apa la boboci!... Scot pachetul de tigari si-i ofer una. Ma refuza, explicandu-mi ca ea nu fumeaza... - Manu, nicotina, de bine de rau, este un drog. Incearca una, chiar daca o sa-ti scuipi plamanii. Sigur o sa te ajute sa te linistesti!... Am tigari bune, Dunhill, asa ca este impresionata. Probabil ca daca scoteam vreun pachet de Carpati, sau Marasesti, nu aveam acelasi efect asupra psihicului ei... In fine, cu degete tremurande, ia o tigara. O servesc cu un foc, mentionand: - Usor, nu trage din ea tare, asteapta sa te acomodezi cu fumul... Pe undeva, am mustrari de constiinta ca o corup, insa, pe bune, la cat arata de ravasita, imi pare rau ca n-am la mine si ceva bauturi spirtoase... Continui: - Sa nu tragi in piept! Doar clateste-ti gura!... - ... Stiti, de fapt, in liceu, ma mai prosteam si eu, asa ca nu este prima data... - Domnisoara! Te rog s-o lasi balta cu persoana a doua, plural! Zau!... - Scuze!... Stam asa, fumand, vreo cinci minute, apoi imi iau inima-n dinti: - Sper ca-mi scuzi indiscretia, insa stiu, din proprie experienta, cat de bine este sa te descarci - de ce plangi?... - ... - ... Hai, copile, ca n-o fi sfarsitul lumii!... Ce putea sa fie? A venit aici, la o actiune si, din pura intamplare, l-a vazul pe prietenul ei cu... alta!... Clasic, nu-i asa?!? Imi vine s-o consolez pe loc, s-o fac sa se aplece, iarasi, pe balustrada, sa-mi bag pula-n ea, sa-i treaca fetei necazul... Din pacate, locul este mult prea public, pe de o parte, iar pe de alta, nu asa se procedeaza cu o femeie pe care doar ce ai cunoscut-o... - ... Uite cum facem - e clar ca nu mai esti in stare sa participi la ce ai venit sa participi, iar eu, la randul meu, am ajuns la exasperare din cauza tampitului ala de lector... Terminam tigarile, apoi iesim si ne plimbam prin parc - pana nu te fac sa razi, sa te simti bine, zau ca nu scapi de mine!... Se uita la mine, surprinsa, speriata chiar. - ... Bine si... prezenta?... - Prezenta s-a facut deja, la intrare - nu-ti face probleme!... - Bine, dar daca ne vede cineva ca plecam mai devreme?!? - N-au decat! Nu-ti face probleme! Daca ai necazuri, oricum iti dau numarul meu de telefon si-mi spui - rezolv eu. Ii explic cine sunt si o fac sa fie si mai speriata... Drace! Trebuia sa ma abtin! N-am abordat prea destept problema...Stiti cum era: Partidul e-n toate! In cele ce sunt si-n cele ce maine vor rade la soare!... Incerc sa dreg busuiocul: - Hai, ca nu-i chiar asa de negru dracul!... E debusolata, speriata, intrigata, insa, clar, i-am starnit si curiozitatea... Terminam tigarile. Ii spun: - Hai sa mergem. Se codeste, insa ma urmeaza... Cum iesim din cladire, trecand pe langa portar, pe care am grija sa-l salut, ca sa nu aiba el initiativa sa ne intrebe unde plecam, fata se mai relaxeaza... In plus, doar ce traversam si ajungem in parc - alei, chestii... Eu, ca asa mi-e firea, nu ma pot abtine si-mi aprind alta tigara... Parsiv cum sunt, o ghidonez spre terasa aflata relativ aproape. - ... Hai sa intram - bem o bere, un suc, o cafea, ceva si mai stam de vorba - de acord? - ... Mi-e clar ca, cel putin deocamdata, n-are sange in instalatie... O iau de brat si o conduc. Imi cere sa comand, pentru ea, un suc. Ma uit la ea, cu o mina serioasa: - Puiule, comand eu sucul, insa, inainte de toate, ce-ti trebuie tie este o tarie - cognac-ul iti place? Face o fata smerita, explicandu-mi ca ea nu prea le ale cu spirtoasele... O intreb si eu, asa, de chestie: - ... Si... ti se intampla in fiecare zi sa-ti vezi iubitul cu... alta?... Iar baga capul in pamant. Apare si ospatarul, asa ca-i cer doua pahare cu cate cincizeci de mililitri de Milcov. Apoi, pentru ea suc, iar pentru mine, bere. Ghinion! N-are nici un fel de suc!... Daca dorim, apa minerala... Il rog s-o lase balta si sa ne aduca, la amandoi, bere... Tipul se uita la mine, smechereste - sunt sigur ca are impresia ca fata sufera din cauza mea... Treaba lui! N-are decat sa creada ce vrea!... In fond, e barbat, da-l dracului!... Ca sa fie tacamul complet, il rog sa ne aduca si cate o cafea... O iau pe fata la descusut si uite asa aflu ca il cunoaste pe prietenul ei inca din facultate, ca au terminat amandoi cu 10, asa ca au primit repartitie in Bucuresti. Din pacate la intreprinderi diferite... Se pare ca omului i s-au aprins calcaiele dupa alta - banuia ea ceva, insa acum, deja, are si dovada... Ma rup si eu in figuri, povestindu-i cum e cu relatiile care tin o viata si cu relatiile care tin doar pentru scurt timp... Imi povesteste cat de mult regreta ca nu era virgina cand l-a cunoscut pe respectivul, suspectand ca, de fapt, aspectul asta l-a facut sa o ia pe alaturi... O contrazic, vehement, argumentand, in fel si chip, ca nu virginitatea determina stabilitatea si longevitatea unei relatii... Cert e ca o fac sa devina activa in discutie, ferventa chiar!... Nu-i proasta deloc, iar acum, daca s-a potolit din plans, parca si arata cu mult mai bine decat atunci cand am vazut-o, dand apa la boboci, in balcon... In fine, fac eu ce fac si ajung la subiectul meu preferat - muzica. Ii povestesc ce colectie de muzici am, ce sculernite de inalta fidelitate, chestii... Nu stiu de unde-mi vin, pentru ca, recunosc, nu am memoria bancurilor, insa-i si spun cateva bancuri, unele cu tenta porcoasa chiar - o fac sa rada... Este, deja, alta Manuela decat cea din balcon!... Poate ca si Milcov-ul si-a facut treaba!... Sta inca la parinti, intr-un cartier din Bucuresti. Terminam cafelele, berile, apoi ne indreptam, agale, spre statia de autobuz. Am avut grija sa fac schimb de numere de telefon cu ea si... sa-i explic ca mi-a facut o reala placere s-o cunosc si ca, sincer, mi-ar place sa ne revedem... In sensul asta, stabilim sa ne vedem la sfarsitul saptamanii, cu un telefon, totusi, in prealabil. ................................... Sambata, pe la patru dupa-amiaza, o sun - sunt doua variante: ori s-a impacat cu domnul si stapanul, ori este disponibila... Imi raspunde o voce barbateasca, probabil tac-su, ala caruia ma gandeam eu sa-i sparg fata fiindca a fost atat de tampit incat sa-si boteze fata Manuela... Ma prezint si-l rog, politicos, sa mi-o dea pe fiica-sa la telefon. Pare destul de contrariat, insa se conformeaza. Manuela, in schimb, auzind despre cine e vorba, este numai lapte si miere... Iarasi o iau si, fiindca afara este foarte frumos, o plimb prin parc pana i se tocesc pingelele... Oprim, intr-un tarziu, la o terasa, insa de data asta bem doar bere si cafele - fata si-a revenit frumos - imi place... Nu va mai plictisesc cu plimbarile noastre de sambata si duminica urmatoare, asa ca, foarte curand, trecem la sex!... ................................... In sfarsit, iar este sambata dupa-amiaza, ora cinci, iar eu o astept in statia de autobuz din apropierea locuintei mele. Am stabilit deja ca o s-o iau la mine, sa-mi vada colectia de muzica, sculele, chestii... Sunt sigur ca a inteles ca printre alte scule, o sa i-o arat si pe aia dintre picioare - cum v-am spus, fata nu-i deloc proasta... Se apropie de mine, ne salutam, apoi, contrar celorlalte dati, ma saruta, insa cast, pe obraz... Urcam. Scoate din punga o sticla de cognac (bautura spirtoasa, cum ii spunem azi, din cauza ofticosilor aia de francezi) Milcov... Cam nasol - eu am apucat deja sa pun, pe o tava, pe masuta, doua pahare, doua cesti si... o sticla de Chivas Regal de 12 ani... In fine, asta este - iau sticla de Milcov si o pun alaturi de Chivas... Face o fata cam de cacao, insa, sincer, habar n-am cum sa repar, daca e ceva de reparat... In final, imi vine o idee: - Manu, nu putem bea, amestecat, whiskey si cognac - hai sa alegem una dintre ele!... Incepe sa rada: - ... Hai, mai, inteleg ca vrei sa fii finut - ascunde si tu Milcov-ul ala pe undeva... sau vrei sa-ti marturisesc ca eu n-am mai baut Chivas Regal in viata mea!... Fac pe prostul: - ... - ... Vrei sa-ti marturisesc ca n-am vazut asa ceva decat in reviste?!?... Aplanez - trebuie! - Gata! Gata! Gata copilu'!!! Iau sticla de Milcov, deschid, cat mai discret, barul, lasand-o acolo, sa troneze, umar la umar, cu tot felul de alte bauturi. Fata observa, totusi: - Hai ca incep sa am impresia ca sunt la shop!... Sincer, ma simt de rahat, insa, asta este... Ne asezam, torn in pahare, dam noroc, apoi imi aprind o tigara. De data asta ma roaga sa-i dau si ei o tigara... Pun o banda cu tot felul, iar Manuela incepe sa-mi ia la lins cataloagele cu muzica... Intr-un tarziu, o intreb: - Ei, te-ai hotarat? Ce vrei sa asculti? O pufneste rasul: - Hai, mai, sa fim seriosi! Stim amandoi lafel de bine ca nu pentru muzica am venit!... Cum am mentionat, deja, repetat, fata nu-i proasta deloc... La asa invitatie, ce sa fac? Ma ridic, ma apropii de fotoliul in care este asezata Manuela, o ajut sa se ridice, o imbratisez si... o sarut. Are un tonus excelent - ne sarutam cu fervoare. Incet, incet, o ghidonez spre pat. Ne asezam, ne intindem, apoi, usor, incep sa-i sarut fruntea, ochii, nasul, din nou buzele, apoi ma indrept spre lobul urechii. I-l sug, il musc, finut, apoi imi infig limba in urechea ei... Cobor spre partea laterala a gatului si o ling vartos - deja se zvarcoleste, ma mangaie pe spate, ma prinde de par, ma ciufuleste, iar ma mangaie pe spate, ma scarpina, ma baga-n draci... Ii bag mana pe sub pulover si bluza. O trag spre mine si-i desfac sutienul. Plec direct spre tinta - o iau de sfarc si o mangai, o butonez, ii masez sanul, timp in care, din nou, sunt cu limba-n gatul ei... Geme, maraie, ofteaza... Nu mai rabd: - Manu, hai sa ne dezbracam, naiba, ca nu mai suntem in liceu!... O buseste rasul... Ne ridicam si, fiecare in dreptul fotoliului lui, ne dam toalele jos, lasandu-le pe tabureti... Intinsi inapoi, in pat, ne imbratisam, tandru... Conform obiceiului, o mangai pe pubis, apoi ii bag un deget in vagin - ii mai bag unul. Se zvarcoleste, apoi, cu glas tremurat, imi spune: - ... Hhhhhai, vino!... Imi proptesc pula in dreptul vaginului si incep sa imping, usor, finut, fara graba, ca nu trebuie sa prindem nici un tren... Ma mangaie pe spate, iar picioarele si le tine incolacite in jurul meu... E uda, dornica, o simt - cred ca-si doreste de mult sa simta o pula penetrand-o... Ma ridic, o iau de craci si mi-i proptesc pe umeri... Si-i retrage de pe umeri si-si duce genunchii inspre umeri - elastica fata... Chiar ii spun: - Esti foarte elastica, bravo! - ... Am facut dansuri sportive... - ... Aha, de-acolo ti se trage!... - ... Iham!... Ma primeste pe tot - simt cum o intind si cum ii storcesc toate partile componente. O tin pe toata inauntru si incep sa misc soldurile in sens rotativ - se uda din abundenta si incepe sa respire sacadat. Brusc, se cutremura - gata, sigur a avut primul orgasm... O mai tin asa cam un minut, apoi o iau la pompe - ma ciufuleste, imi zambeste - e clar ca-i place ce-i fac... Iar i-o bag pe toata pana la coaie si incep sa-i frec lindicul cu pelvisul - termina din nou... Alternez, ba una, ba alta, iar dupa vreo douazeci de minute i-o scot si o ajut sa se intoarca pe coate si genunchi. Intru din nou... In cinci minute, termina din nou... Imi umezesc degetul mare si trec la testul cu intrarea in curulet... Se intoarce spre mine: - ... Chiar trebuie?... Vreau sa zic... vrei neaparat si acolo?... - ... Nu-i obligatoriu - depinde ce vrei si tu!... - ... Hai s-o lasam pe mai tarziu... O las in pace - oricum, e clar ca fata-mi va da si curul, insa, din motive nedeterminate, nu-si doreste pula-n cur chiar acum... Totusi, apare problema, pe care n-am apucat s-o discutam - unde-mi dau eu drumul... O intreb: - ... Iubire, nu in clipa asta, insa as vrea sa stiu unde vrei sa ma lasi sa termin... - ... Nu sunt in perioada fertila, asa ca... poti sa termini acolo. Uffffff! Asa sunt eu, paranoic!... N-am curajul sa-mi dau drumul la ea in pizda, fara anticonceptionale, ceva... - Manu, eu ma stiu pe mine cat de fertil pot sa fiu, asa ca... hai sa facem o pauza si sa-ti dau un anticonceptional vaginal. - ... Sa inteleg ca vrei sa ne intrerupem? - Pai trebuie, vreo zece minute, pana se topeste pastila, ca sa nu te zgarie... - ... Nu, cand simti ca esti aproape, termini la mine-n gura... Cand aud ce tratatie ma asteapta, parca ma intarata. O pompez la greu, facand-o sa termine inca o data, apoi, cand simt ca sunt aproape, o anunt: - Iubire, vine tulumba!... - ... Hai, vino!... I-o scot din pizda si ma pozitionez in genunchi, asteptand-o sa vina cu gurita sa ma ia la supt. Ma prinde cu mana de pula, iar restul il ia in gura... Nu e ea vreo talentata, insa, cu siguranta, e mai placut sa termin in gura ei, decat afara... In sfarsit, explodez... Ma rabda sa termin, insa mi-e clar ca nu inghite copii cruzi... Se ridica, rapid si fuge la baie... O urmez. Este in fata chiuvetei si-si spala gura cu apa din abundenta... Ma apropii, in spatele ei si o apuc de mamele. Se impinge cu curul in pula mea... Geme. O conduc alaturi, in cada, dau drumul la apa, o potrivesc, apoi incep s-o spal, ferindu-i parul, pe care, oricum, si-l tine ridicat cu o mana... Ma indrept sa iau samponul. Nu ma lasa: - Am facut baie acasa, asa ca este suficienta apa - iar jos nu este nevoie, ca dupa aceea o sa avem probleme - presupun ca o mai facem o data... - ... Cum adica, doar o singura data?!?... O umfla rasul... - ... De cate ori poti tu - eu nu intentionez sa te refuz!... E randul meu sa rad: - Puiule, nu ma provoca! Te tin in pula pana maine dimineata, sau pana la pranz, sau pana seara - cat ai tu chef!... - Uau!... Se intoarce si ma saruta cu pasiune, moment in care realizeaza ca, deja, pula a inceput sa mi se intareasca. Face o fata cam lunga, a mirare, apoi, finut, imi pune mana pe pula, sa se convinga ca nu viseaza... Apoi, parca grabita: - Hai sa iesim si sa mergem in camera! Ne stergem si iesim. Ne asezam pe fotolii. Soarbe din paharul de whiskey - e foarte retinuta in ce priveste bautura... O intreb: - Puiule, iti place chestia asta, sau vrei altceva? - ... Adica? - Adica am si cognac, sau vin. Mai am chiar si niste bere!... - ... Ce vin ai? - Am un Cabernet Sauvignon insa, te avertizez, este sec... - ... Te superi daca te rog sa-mi dai niste vin, asa, sec, cum zici tu ca este... - ... Pai... tocmai ce ti-am oferit! De ce sa ma supar?!? - ... Hai, mai, zic si eu, asa, din politete, sa fac pe modesta!... Iar o umfla rasul. Dau sa ma ridic, sa plec dupa vin, insa ma opreste: - Stai, nu te grabi! Hai sa terminam ce avem acum in pahare - vedem noi, mai tarziu... - OK, cum vrei. Ma roaga s-o mai servesc cu o tigara. Dupa ce i-o aprind, nu ma pot abtine: - Sper sa nu te apuci de fumat, la modul serios... - Stai linistit, ca nu trag in piept, doar ma prostesc, cum faceam si in liceu... - OK. Mai bem, mai fumam un pic, apoi imi spune: - Iti sunt datoare cu o explicatie. - ...?... - ... Ma refer la chestia cu sexul anal... - ...?... - O fac, nu fac mofturi, insa... sincer, ma ustura... E cazul sa intervin: - Auzi, Manu, dar tu cu unt ai incercat? - ... Cu ce?!?... - Unt, draga mea, unt de masa! Ala comestibilu'... - ... Nnnnu! Habar n-am avut!... - ... Si... nu esti curioasa? Se gandeste un pic: - ... Hai sa incercam! - OK. Ma duc sa aduc. Scot pachetul din frigider, tai o bucata si o pun pe o farfurie. Ma intreaba: - ... Si chestia asta n-o sa-mi provoace vreo diaree?... - ... Diaree nu, insa daca esti constipata, s-ar putea sa actioneze ca un laxativ... - Chiar azi dimineata am avut scaun, asa ca... sigur nu sunt constipata!... O pun sa se intinda pe pat, pe burtica. O avertizez ca, fiind luat de la frigider, untul este rece. Imi face semn sa-mi vad de treaba. Iau bucata de unt, ii mangai un pic gaura curului, sa se obisnuiasca cu temperatura, apoi, destul de usor, ii bag practic toata bucata de unt in cur. Manuevers on a Bus I was bored. I'd been riding this stupid bus for fourteen hours. I wasn't even sure where we were, somewhere in Ohio, maybe. I looked out the window, but it was still pretty dark outside and I couldn't see much, a couple of lights in the distance, that's it. I dug my sneak-a-toke and my lighter out of my duffle bag and ducked into the tiny bathroom across the aisle. Once inside, I locked the door, opened up the little window and took a big hit. I held the smoke in my lungs while I took a piss, which is hard to do in a bus that's swaying from side to side, but I managed to not pee all over my leg. Then I put the seat and the lid back down, sat down facing that tiny assed window and took another big hit. Now I felt better, too bad it won't last long. I made my way back to my seat, and I must have dozed off. I woke up when the driver flipped the lights on. My body was stiff and sore and my mouth tasted like sawdust. I stretched and looked out the window. From the number of street lights I could tell we were pulling into a mid-sized town, the driver probably even said the name, but I didn't pay much attention. I was going to be on this bus for another ten hours or so until my change in Denver. The driver said we would be stopping for a half hour, it was time to get off and stretch my legs a little. After going to the john and cleaning myself up as much as I could, I headed down the hallway to check out the vending machine. It was always hard to find anything that even resembled real food. I finally settled on a bag of beer nuts and a Snickers bar, along with a can of Coke to wash it down. Most of the chairs around seemed to be full, there was a surprizing number of people in this bus stop. I finally plopped my duffle bag down and sat on it with my back to the wall. I popped open my Coke and started to take a sip when I saw her. She looked like a cross between a rock star and a runaway. She had long, straight, light brown hair that she kept out of her face with a red bandana tied around her head. She was wearing a brown leather jacket with fringe, under that was a white little blousy thing that was open way down the front. Even at this distance, I could swear there wasn't any bra involved. The way her firm little titties bounced made my eyes pop. I had a hard on before I even noticed her blue jeans. They were the tightest, thinnest blue jeans I had ever seen. They looked like they had been spray painted on, and the red bandana she had tied around her left thigh seemed to accentuate how long they were. As she made her way toward me, I had a perfect vantage point to watch her crotch. It was beautiful, absolutely the most perfectly shaped pussy I had ever laid my eyes on, I mean, we're talking world class snatch here, in a fucking bus stop! From my spot in the corner, I watched every move she made. She was talking to some older guy, he looked like a real doofus, there was no way that they could be together. She pointed to the women's restroom and headed in that direction. He waved, almost like saying goodbye, and went off the other way. I watched her as she disappeared into the bathroom, thinking I would probably never see her again. After a few minutes, I heard the announcement to get back on the bus and I started to make my way slowly to it. I kept looking in the direction of the bathrooms, hoping to catch another glimpse of her, but I was disappointed. Soon I was out the door and back on the bus. As I made my way down the aisle, I could see that everyone was taking their seats in the usual way. Young mothers with children and old people always sit in the front seats, while young men make their way to the back. We also don't like to share our seats unless absolutely necessary. Young women are pretty rare on a bus, they are also the wildcard. If they share a seat up front with another person, it generally means they have a boyfriend somewhere. If they venture into the back, it's a definite sign that they're unnattached. There is also a rumor that it means that they're horny. I got my favorite spot in the very last row on the driver's side, across the aisle from the bathroom. There were three seats side by side, instead of two, so you could almost stretch out to sleep. The drawback was that it was the first seat that someone would ask you to share if the bus started to fill up. I took a seat by the window and plunked my duffle bag on the seat beside me, to indicate that I didn't want to share, and settled in for a long ride. Suddenly, there she was again, making her way down the aisle straight toward me! By then, every seat in the back had one guy sitting in it. I felt the tension rise like a wave as her eyes darted back and forth checking us all out. Then she looked straight into my eyes, without a word, I moved my dufflebag out of the way and she took a seat beside me. As she slipped her jacket off, I could clearly see her nipples through her blouse, I wanted to wrap my lips around them right then and there. She seemed to notice the effect they had on me, and kind of chuckled. "Hi" she said, "my name's Jessie, what's yours?" We talked for the next couple of hours as we watched the sun come up over the rolling hills of the midwest. After awhile she leaned back and closed her eyes. "God, I wish I had some smoke!" she said. I reached down into my duffle bag and pulled out my pipe and my stash. She smiled and looked around nervously as I loaded the pipe. I tucked the baggie back inside and grabbed my lighter. Then I motioned to the bathroom, we got up and slipped inside and I locked the door behind us. Once inside, I closed the lid on the toilet and sat down, she sat on my lap. We took turns holding the little window open so we could blow the smoke out. Pretty soon we were giggling, and both getting turned on. She leaned over and kissed me, I kissed her back and soon wewwere making out like crazy. She sifted around so that she straddled me, and started rubbing her pussy against my hard cock. I wrapped my arms around her and she arched her back, pulling her blouse up so I could get to her breasts. I started nibbling and sucking on her rock hard nipples. She leaned back farther and unzipped her jeans, then peeled them down over her hips. She reached down with her right hand and started fingering her cunt, riding me harder and faster. She was getting really wet, and moaning louder and louder. I felt about ready to explode. She leaned back far enough to get her shoulders against the wall, and planted her feet on either side of me. I grabbed a couple of handfulls of great ass and pulled her twat up to my mouth, running my tongue around her clit and up inside her wet cunt. She tasted incredible! I wanted to eat her pussy and lick her asshole forever, but just then, the bus swayed back and forth violently, we lost our balance and went down in a heap. She stood up and leaned up against the wall with her back to me. I stood up behind her, wrapped my arms around her waist and started fingering her wet cunt. She leaned back and murmured in my ear. "What?" I asked her. "Fuck me!" she moaned "Fuck you where?" I asked, teasing. "Fuck me here, right now!" I undid my jeans and pulled them and my underwear down in one motion, meanwhile she wriggled her tight jeans down as far as she could get them. I bent her over and she held onto the the handrail as I slipped my hard dick into her tight, wet pussy. The bus swayed like crazy back and forth as I humped my cock into her over and over again. We were bouncing from one wall to the other like a pinball machine and I clung to her hips. she was moaning so loudly that I knew everyone on the bus could hear and kept expecting the bus to stop and the driver come back to stop us. But I kept on sliding my dick in and out of her horny little fuck hole as she screamed out. "Oh God, that's feels so fucking good! I'm gonna cum! Oh God, fuck me!" Just as we were both about to climax, the bus lurched to one side and my dick slipped out of her, my first load of cum shot all over her back and hair, then it just kept shooting out all over the walls, the back of her arms, the mirror on the wall, everywhere. Meanwhile, Jessie was rubbing her clit with her fingertips, getting herself off. We both kept coming and coming until we collapsed in a heap on the floor again. After a few moments, we got up, cleaned ourselves off as much as possible and pulled our clothes back on. Then we made our way back to our seat. It was obvious by the looks on people's faces that they had all heard what had happened, but we didn't care. We cuddled up in the back seat, and settled in for a great ride.