Four and Five – part One

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This story took place about two years ago when I was twenty three years old. I’d always taken pride in my appearance; five feet six inches tall, long, almost black, dark hair, hazel/blue eyes, slim body and 34 B cup breasts, working out to stay as fit as I could most days. I’d go running with Issabella on most occasions and on the weekends we’d be joined by some of our male friends, regularly ending with us having sex, either mid run or after it. Although I’d known Issabella since school and lived with her, I counted myself as bisexual but I’d be lying if I didn’t say that she was all I ever needed. Sex with guys was simply something that we started doing and never stopped. Besides, it was such a turn on to see her being fucked or for her to see me, so why would we stop. I woke as normal, around 7.30, immediately looking at Issabella in the bed next to me, the two of both naked, she smiled, the tell-tale sparkle in her eyes, suggesting that she was having naughty thoughts. I raised my arms from under the quilt and stretched. Then, looking back, I reached to pull open the right curtain, the sunlight flooding into the room as I looked at the clear blue sky. It was going to be a nice day, perfect as I’d planned on taking off the morning but a pity that Issabella had to go in and see clients. Once again I stretched; as I did I felt the quilt being pulled off my body, immediately looking at Issabella’s naked body, the sunlight accentuating her olive dark skin. Just looking at her lying face down naked was enough to turn me on, my pussy wet and body tingling with anticipation. We made love most mornings before work and knew once Issabella had pulled of the quilt it wouldn’t be long before we’d be doing it again. Sure enough, before I’d finished stretching she was kissing, sucking and teasing my left nipple. An instant later, with my legs spread, her fingers had pushed effortlessly into my throbbing pussy. I moan straight away as she began moving in and out, increasing speed quickly. I knew she was going to make me cum quickly, her actions more lustful than seductive but that too turned me on more, making me feel sexy, almost irresistible. My istanbul travesti body was responding, hips bucking as she teased my g spot with her fingertips. Faster and harder she teased, making me become sensitive very quickly, pussy throbbing hard on her fingers as I started to writhe and moan loudly. As soon as I felt her fingers touch my clit I gasped, my pussy contracting hard. I tried to hold back and not climax so soon but she was merciless, teasing faster and harder until my orgasm arrived, my juices oozing between her fingers until finally I began to relax. I looked at Issabella as she lay on her back beside me, smiling with pride, her pussy lips glistening and a little swollen. I couldn’t resist climbing on top of her, kissing her lips tenderly before we kissed more passionately. Her legs opened and wrapped around me. With my pussy on hers, it was impossible for either of us not to want to grind together. I too, spread my legs a little, feeling my lips open as I began to rotate my hips, grinding rhythmically. I heard a loud thwack as I felt her left hand slap my right arse cheek, then another as her right hand mimicked on my other cheek. She began to respond, pushing hard up onto me as her fingers squeezed and pulled at my cheeks. Still kissing, it wasn’t long before we were grinding together wildly, no subtlety, both overwhelmed with desire and lust. My second climax of the day was building quickly, instinctively knowing that Issabella was close too. We’d both opened our legs wider until our clits touched, seconds later we were cuming hard, our juices squirting out spurt after spurt. We kissed tenderly for a while before Issabella suggested I go and sort breakfast while she had a shower. We didn’t dress at home, both preferring to be naked, if the truth be known; we both enjoyed looking at the others body and never missed an opportunity to make love to each other. So, went downstairs with nothing on and by the time I’d got our breakfast ready, Issabella had arrived in the living room carrying her work clothes and still naked. We sat beside each other on the sofa, eating our cereal and toast, drinking our coffee and istanbul travestileri watching the news on TV. Once finished, trays on the floor beside the sofa and with time left before Issabella had to put on her clothes and leave for work. She lifted her legs to sit cross legged, continuing to watch TV. She looked incredibly sexy, long dark hair drying, nipples standing hard on her full perfectly shaped breasts, her flat stomach and solid thighs enticing my eyes to her smooth wet pussy lips. She caught me looking and smiled but before she had chance to say anything I’d slid onto the floor to kneel in front of her. Without hesitation, she uncrossed her legs and shuffled closer to the edge of the sofa. Before moving to lick her I noticed that her juices had already began to flow, dribbling from her pussy in anticipation of what was to come. I began by kissing her thighs, first one and then the other, before licking all around her pussy, trying to make her more desperate. As soon as my tongue began licking up and down her pussy lips she let out a moan of pleasure, her hips immediately pushing onto my mouth. I let the tip of my tongue tease her lips for a little while before plunging hard and fast into her. She gasped, her fingers taking hold of my hair as I probed in and out in an increasingly fast rhythm, her pussy throbbing hard on my tongue. I began to alternate between licking her clit and moving in and out, all the time, listening to her moans and feeling her body’s reaction. Her hips bucked harder and harder, her moans louder and more desperate with each movement of my tongue. The devilish part of me wondered if I could leave her without making her cum, she’d have to go soon, so it was possible but I couldn’t be so evil. With my fingers, I spread her pussy lips to expose her clit. Her juices were trickling steadily out, her moans transforming to little gasps, she was close. I took her clit between my teeth, pulling it gently until I felt her body tense and then use my tongue to flick mercilessly her clit. Seconds later, with a loud gasp, she was cuming, covering my face and her thighs with her juices. I licked her juices travesti istanbul off her pussy before sitting back onto the floor. Issabella smiled at me but then, noticing the time realised she had to put her clothes on and go to work. She put on her white lacy bra first, followed by her white shirt, all the time looking at me as she fastened the buttons. Taking hold of her thong, she giggled and threw them at me, saying she’d leave them off for the day. She pulled her skirt over her feet, stood up to pull it over her thighs and hips and fasten it. Quickly, she left the room, going back upstairs to finish getting ready. A few minutes later she was back and ready to go. She already knew that I’d planned to go for a run, it was a warm sunny day, too good an opportunity not to go up our local and admire the scenery, so she told me, once at the viewing point to strip and go to the top naked. I was already turned on, having made Issabella cum but the thought of doing what she asked made me even more tingly and wet. As she leaned down to kiss me goodbye my mind had already turned to being up the hill with nothing on and that I’d most likely end up masturbating. I set to work washing up our breakfast things and cleaning the kitchen, the whole time feeling my juices trickling down my thighs, unable to stop thinking about the morning events and of my upcoming run. Eventually I was finished downstairs and back in the bedroom, putting on my shorts, t shirt, socks and trainers. I took a look at myself in the full length mirror, noticing that there was already a wet patch developing on my shorts, tied my hair back and picked up my belt and pouch. Going back to the kitchen, I prepared my drink bottle, putting it in the pouch along with my phone and door keys once I was outside and ready to go. Even though it was only 9.30 in the morning, the heat from the high summer sun warmed me up quickly, within a few hundred metres the beads of sweat had begun to form. The first two miles of my route undulated gently, allowing me to stride out with purpose, ignoring that my t shirt was becoming wetter and wetter and that the sweat was pouring off my face. Then I turned left, the climb up had begun, the road getting steeper the further I ran. In the twenty minutes that I’d been out the temperature and humidity had risen appreciably but the easier part of my run was over, seven hundred of the last nine was all uphill.

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