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This story is recollected, to the best of my ability, from my wild dreams — Enjoy!

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“You only have one room?” I demanded. I couldn’t believe they’d messed up the reservation.

You were standing behind me and looked as beautiful as I’d remembered. Wavy brown hair fell around your shoulders and gave way to sensual curves and an ample ass that’d fueled more than a few fantasies over the years. As lovers it would have seemed more appropriate, but as friends it didn’t seem right that we’d be sharing a room. Lord knows we’d been trying our best to be “just friends”, and this certainly wasn’t going to make it any easier. Hell I’d been having a hard enough time not stroking my cock while listening to the sound of your voice over the phone. And sure, a few times we’d masturbated and talked dirty to one another — but for the most part we’d been doing well.

“I’m sorry sir,” he replied, snapping me out of my daydream. “We only have one room left. It comes with two queen beds. It’s the best I can do”

There was a finality in his tone that made arguing with him seem pointless. I turned and asked. “Is one room gonna be ok?”

“As long as it has two beds,” you replied with a coy smile. “We should be able to handle it. Besides, I’ve had plenty of male friends that’ve shared a room with me.”

I turned back to the concierge. “We’ll take it. But please let us know if anything else becomes available.”

We went up to the room and dropped our bags. Both of us were hungry. We decided that since we were in Chicago a deep dish pizza would be the most natural choice. There was a place right down the street. It that had a good reputation and cheap beer. We walked along the cold streets chatting and catching up with one another. Every once in a while we’d stop and sneak in a long hug. The kind you lose yourself in for five or ten minutes and start rocking back and forth.

It’d been a long time since we’d seen one another. After moving across the country most of our contact had been over the phone with the occasional skype. We spoke often, and had done our best to remain close despite the distance. It was fair to say that we still had feelings for one another, although the practical side in us knew that a cross-country relationship would be near impossible. Still, we’d decided to settle for friendship, and were determined to make that transition as smooth as possible.

But our hugs still lingered, and afterward we’d still find ourselves looking deep into one another’s eyes. I felt pulled toward you — as if your lips were drawing me in. But before anything would happen we’d break off our embrace, laugh, and agree it was great to see one another. That everything was going to be alright. That we could handle ourselves…

The pizza and beer hit the spot. Slightly drunk and with full bellies we began slouching lower and lower in the booth. As the distance between us disappeared I was brought back to the good ol’ days when we’d share dinner and drinks on Friday nights. Our laughter tipped and spilled out as easy as the drinks, and the stories we’d been telling over the phone felt so much better to tell in person. At one point, in the middle of a terribly hilarious story about my roommate in NY, I touched your hand. It was soft and warm. My fingers didn’t want to leave. We paused a minute, unsure of what should come next. Then I felt your hand curl around mine, squeeze it briefly, and linger for a moment more. Everything went quiet.

“It’s getting late,” you said. “We should probably get back. It’s going to be a long day tomorrow and we agreed to see as many sites and to eat at as many places as we could before the trip was over.”

“You’re right,” I said. “As usual.” And then for some reason added with a playful smile, “we wouldn’t want to miss out on anything fun now would we?” I think you understood what I meant, but then it’s always felt like we share a brain.

I paid the bill and we started back toward the hotel. About halfway, during a lull in the conversation, you looked me deep in the eyes and smiled. Your body leaned toward mine. I closed my eyes and leaned forward, only to be hit on the back of the head. “Come on you big dope!” you cried with a laugh, and without saying another word began skipping down the sidewalk. Laughing, I chased after, and we skipped and danced and sang in our little drunken state all the way back to the hotel. By the time we arrived my heart was beating faster than it had since the last time I saw you.

It’d been a long trip. We decided to take a shower, but agreed beforehand that there was to be no funny business. Before making my way to the bathroom I wrapped myself fully in towels with my clothes underneath so as not to offend you or cross any boundaries. Staring at me with a comical look when I came out of the bathroom with my jeans on you pendik escort asked, “are you going to sleep in those too?” before breaking out in a big laugh.

“I hadn’t planned to, but now that you mention it…” I replied. We both laughed again. Then taking your towel you went to the bathroom, leaving me to get ready for bed. I heard the running water and began fantasizing about what your body looked like under the warm water. How long had it been?

I struggled to contain my erection, opting for the belt tuck. When you came out you were only wearing a towel, and had another wrapped around your hair. The skin of your neck looked soft and warm. But it was cold out, and your nipples were clearly visible through the thin material of the towel. I couldn’t help myself and stared for a minute longer than a friend should while you began getting dressed. Your skin was as pale and white as I remember. It felt like I was in a trance while I watched you — like I’d been taken back to a time and place where my mouth and lips were running over that sweet skin that looked the same as mine. I thought about the soft flesh of your thighs and breasts, and what your nipples tasted and felt like when I took them in my mouth.

“You alright over there?” you asked with a smile.

You’d caught me looking. “Just…um,” and I drifted off.

Our eyes met. I stood up and walked in your direction. My cock was rubbing against my warm stomach under my waistband.

“I have to brush my teeth,” I said in a hurry, and squeezed past you toward the bathroom.

When I passed I caught a whiff of your fresh-out-of-the-shower smell and would have liked to stay there forever. I shuddered after I’d closed the door, struggling to keep myself together. I realized that being friends was hard — and I was even harder.

I couldn’t to stop myself. It felt so good. I took my hardening cock in my hand and began stroking it. “No,” I thought. “I shouldn’t.” But it was too late to go back now and I continued my long smooth strokes and began thinking about your body under that towel. I thought of you on the bed with your legs spread. You were playing with her pussy and thinking of me like I was of you. My mind drifted to memories of holding your legs back and moaning while I emptied myself inside you — how you’d moan and beg for more. And I imagined you on all fours, taking the best of what I could give, that pounding relentless hurricane blowing into your body. It was right then, right before I was about to erupt, I heard a knock on the door.

“You almost done in there? I need to brush my teeth.”

“Just a second,” I cried out with embarrassment.

I thought of the Mets and what a rotten baseball team they were. It almost did the trick too, but I knew I was in for a long night. When I opened the door you were standing in the doorway. Your face was flush and your towel had started to come undone at the top. I saw your eyes glance down at my thick but shrinking cock.

“What were you doing in there?” you asked, licking your lips. I looked down. Again, I saw your nipples poking through the towel.

You took a step closer to me. Neither of us moved. We locked eyes.

Before we knew what was happening we’d wrapped our arms around one another. I felt your towel loosen. I could smell your hair and clean skin. For a second I thought I was going to explode if I didn’t kiss you. When I tried to draw my head back to look in your eyes you didn’t let me. Your hands began finding their way under my shirt and onto my skin.

“You’ve always had such warm skin,” you murmured.

“Yours is soft,” I replied. And before I knew what I was doing my hands began running up your arms toward your neck. I felt the towel fall to the floor. We didn’t move. “Your towel fell,” I whispered.

“That’s ok,” you whispered back, “we’ll get it later…”

Then I felt your lips on my neck. I knew it was over. There was nothing we could do now. The dam had broken. I bathed in the scent of your skin before kissing it — all the way up to your ear and on your cheeks before taking your face in my hands and looking you in the eyes.

“I’ve missed you,” I said.

You closed your eyes. “I’ve missed you too.”

We kissed for what felt like forever. It was a long, wet, perfect kiss. Our tongues played with one another as we explored the mouths we’d missed for what seemed like decades. We both knew there were no words we could utter. That anything said would be wasted, and collapsed into one another as if this was our last moment on earth. Lust, love, and 500 other emotions were running full bore, like lightning though our bodies, confusing our minds and awakening the savage needs that had become dormant right beneath the surface.

We never could make love. And gentle kissing gave way to wanton penetrating kartal escort tongues. Our hands careened over one another’s bodies. I felt your nipples pushing against my naked chest. Then you stopped for a minute to run them up and down, over the hair and back up to my neck. I could feel myself stiffening from your touch and unable to stop myself, began pushing my hips forward.

My hands ran down your stomach’s soft skin, coming to rest in that tuft of hair right above your steaming sex. I felt your body shudder when I moved one hand between your thighs and over those moist puffy lips. Your knees buckled. And when you finally began recovering from near collapse my head dropped to a nipple as I inhaled. I took it in my mouth — sucking, tonguing, nibbling. I kept on until you closed your eyes and let your head fall back.

I pushed you onto the bed and maintaining eye contact dropped to my knees. I felt your thighs around my head and starting from above your knee licked them all the way to the top. I began working my way toward that amazing smell of honey and sex. Then flattened my tongue and ran it over the outside of your lips — from that little pink rosebud all the way to that soft patch of pubic hair. I felt your hands grip the back of head. You were tugging at my hair.

Spreading your lips with my fingers I worked my tongue toward the top of that dripping creamy sex. I inhaled your clitoris and began tonguing, licking, and sucking while my other fingers worked their way into your vagina. Deep, deep, deep they went. In and out and making a come-hither motion. The moaning grew louder and your legs spread. Back, back, back and apart. Your nipples stood on end, red and stiff against the cool air of the room. With your head back and eyes shut it looked as if you were lost somewhere else.

There was more cream. More cum. More, more, more flowing into my mouth and onto the bedsheets. Slurping and struggling to breath I kept on. Never letting up, even when your back began to arch and it seemed like you wouldn’t be able to take any more. “Uggghhhh,” you moaned. “Ahhhhhh…Babbyyyy!”

Your hands flew to your head and grabbed for your hair. I kept my mouth glued to your pussy. Your body seemed to have a mind of its own, twisting and contorting while I continued to work. “I’m going to cum,” you warned. “Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhhhhhh!! Oh Daddddyyyy!!”

You were screaming and crying out louder than I’d ever heard before. You kept on too, cumming over and over again while your body tensed and relaxed. You screamed even when my mouth started to ache and my hands grabbed your hips, struggling to keep your vagina close. I released your clit and cleaned up your cum, moving gentle and slow while your orgasms began to fade. Your shaking slowed, and with one last effort before collapsing backward completely onto the bed, it was over.

As for me, I was still standing on end ready to burst. Bulging and erect, dripping clear pre-cum from my tip. I pressed myself into the flesh of your thigh as I laid down in bed next to you. With your eyes still closed I felt you reach down and wrap a hand around my cock. I surrendered to your touch. I felt helpless — I needed you, wanted you, and began praying that you’d take me as you had so many times before.

Oh, how I’d missed you. How many times I’d thought about your touch, your warmth…your love. I felt you pull yourself up and lean over me, kissing me deeply and pressing your body into mine. The feel of your lips made me tremble. When you began kissing my chest I felt your nipples graze my thighs. You kissed your way down my body and with an inexpressible eagerness slowly took my throbbing cock in your mouth. All I could do was moan — when you slid your tongue and lips over the head of my hard cock. I closed my eyes and let go. It felt like an eternity since the last time we’d been together, and now I knew it’d been worth the wait.

Your hand gripped my shaft as your mouth worked its way up and down the head. I felt your hair between my fingers and began lightly pressing your head down until I felt my cock hitting the back of your throat. I saw your hand move between your legs and start massaging your clit as you accepted more and more of my cock into your mouth. I pushed my hips up as your mouth came down. Then you slipped my cock from out of your mouth and moved to kiss me again.

You climbed onto me and lifting your hips grabbed it, guiding me into your tight wet pussy hole. Both of us groaned. My cock, having penetrated you, began sliding further inside. Our eyes were closed. I was in heaven.

And you rode me. Bouncing on my dick with your head back and your eyes closed. Your tits were bouncing too as your hips thrusted forward and back. Your nipples stood out from your breasts and my hands reached up to pinch maltepe escort and tweak them before sliding back down to your juicy ass — which I grabbed with both hands. It was an ass I could worship.

I helped you move back and forth on my cock, deeper and deeper, faster and faster, until you were going so fast I thought you might slip out. “Don’t stop!” you cried. “Don’t stop. I’m about to cum!”

Your screams once again filled the room. If there was anyone in the hallway they were getting one hell of a free show. “Baby! Daddy! Yes! Yes! Oh God!” You were screaming, and with every scream your thrusts became harder and deeper. I felt your pussy grip my cock tighter than a fist and my balls tensed up, getting ready to spill their thick and heavy load.

I began emptying my semen into you deeper than ever before and let out a groan. “Fuck…fuck…fuck yes!” I cried out while pumping as much semen into you as I could. I felt your pussy fill to its limit and the contents spilling back down onto my cock, pooling around it in my pubic hair. It was thick and creamy and smelled like the love of a thousand flowers mixed with the savage lust of two gorillas.

You wasted no time before dismounting and shoving me back in your mouth, hoping to get every last drop of our combined juices. I felt your tongue licking the base of my cock and refused to open my eyes. By the time I did you already had your tongue in my mouth and I could taste both of us on your lips. It was divine — like a cold glass of beer on a hot day. I couldn’t believe it.

“Should I go back to my bed now?” I asked.

“Oh, just stay for a minute. Then I’ll kick you out,” you said with a smile. And we drifted off to sleep together, hands intertwined and smiles on our faces.

When I came to, I wasn’t sure what it was that was resulting in the immense amount of pleasure in my cock. I thought it was a dream at first. My eyes opened, but in the darkness of the unfamiliar hotel I had forgotten where I was. Just as my memory came flooding back I felt the back of your throat pushing against my cock. I began groaning.

“Shhhhhh. Be quiet. You might wake someone.”

“Oh, shit,” I thought, and patted the back of your head. Maybe you were my sister, sneaking in my room in the middle of the night for some illicit love. You’d just broken up with your boyfriend and couldn’t find anyone who could satisfy your urges the way I did. And we did have the same exact skin and hair after all. And we both knew we shouldn’t. We both knew how naughty it was — how perverted.

I grabbed your head and lifted your face off my cock. You stared up at me with that wanton look, as if you couldn’t understand why I’d just spoiled your fun. It didn’t take long for me to make you understand. I turned you around and positioned myself behind you. Behind that big fat juicy ass. And grabbing a fistful in each hand, buried my saliva covered cock into your wet fucking hole. “Uggghhhh,” you groaned when I pushed myself deep inside of you. “Daddy can’t find out, so don’t cum in me ok? We’re not supposed to be doing this.”

I felt your words forcing even more blood into my already thickening cock and put my hands on your shoulders. I began pulling you back into me with every thrust. “Shut up,” I whispered. “Relax.” And with that I got to work. Your hand was between your legs massaging your clit while I pounded you from behind. Wet slapping sounds began filling the room and I’m fairly sure I heard our neighbors moaning along with us. My hands moved back down to your hips and I began pulling you into me, pounding even harder than I had been before. Your legs spread wide and your head was down on the mattress. Your hand began to move faster and faster.

“Oh, fuck me, Babe! Fuck your sister! Fuck your perverted fucking sister you big fucking…” but you didn’t finish. Your screams once again filling the room. And with every scream my thrusts came harder and harder. Once again I felt that familiar pressure on my testicles as they prepared to release their contents. I tried to pull out but you wouldn’t let me, pushing back into me the second you felt me pull my hips back.

Deep, deep, deep inside. Deeper still. Filling you. Engorging your wet pussy with my cum. With our cum. Filled further than ever before until it was dripping out your snatch and down your legs while your fingers moved to your mouth and you sucked what was left off of them while enjoying the last dying thrusts of my orgasm.

It was almost afternoon by the time we woke. There was nothing to do and nowhere to go so we stayed in bed and ordered breakfast to the room. After breakfast I found you bending over the bed reaching for your towel to go shower. Not one to miss an opportunity I jumped you from behind, thrusting my cock up your sticky cunt and fucking you until your moaning was more from pain than pleasure. I wasn’t sure myself which was more satisfying when I emptied my cum inside for you a third time, your groans, or the knowledge that your unprotected pussy was being filled with my cum. “Ugghhhh, Babe don’t,” you were moaning, “I’m going to get pregnant.”

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