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When a couple of horny, energetic sixteen year-olds find a way to get married because they can’t keep their hands off each other, you know that sex is going to be a big part of their lives. You also know that, after two or three years they’re going to be getting restless as the excitement which had brought them fades into ordinary.

That’s exactly what happened with ninteen year-old Shannon and Kev. They were wild and they were attractive, but after three years of day-after-day, they were also increasingly aware that they had nothing else between them. Kev was a strong, tan young man who kept himself in shape with a lot of shadow boxing and weight-lifting at home, but had never had the drive to participate in organized sports. Dark features and a silly grin gave him an instant appeal. Shannon was a petite girl with reddish-brown hair and freckles. Her eyes were big and her lower lip was plump, her upper-lip finely crafted. She had small breasts, but an adorable backside that was very shapely, but perfectly firm.

Attractive isn’t always enough, though. After a while of the same person, even the wildest, wall-banging, glass-shattering sex can become boring. Shannon, despite her looks, had always been a shy girl, but the more bored Kev got with her, and the more bored she got with him, the more she started to notice the attentions of other men.

One guy in particular tickled her fancy. He was in his thirties, on the handsome side of ordinary, and was very sweet. He was single and he always flirted with her, just a little. It was never creepy, but there was never any doubt that he liked her. Shannon smiled back and was nice, but she was careful to never flirt with him. She had a husband, and had no desire to lead this guy on just for fun.

Sometimes Kev came into the store for a quick thrill, and one evening she had him unzipped in an aisle, shielding him between a display and herself. He was always already worked up when he came in for something like this so he never lasted long, and her hands were especially good, so it didn’t take too long before her hand was covered in his cum. She lifted her shirt and wiped the cum off on her own tummy before turning to go back to work.

As soon as she turned, she realized they’d been caught. It was the first time they’d ever been seen, and of course it was the older guy that she was sort of interested in who saw them. The expression on his face was not one of perverted pleasure, but one of concern. She didn’t understand it, but it embarrassed her. She blushed bright red and walked stiffly back to her cash register.

When he came through to checkout, the older guy was his usual self, but then, just as he was taking his bags, he paused and looked back at Shannon. “What’s your name?”

“Shannon.”

“Shannon, you deserve better.”

“A better name?”

“A better . . . way of life.” He shrugged. “You’re worth a lot more.”

“What do you know?” she challenged him, suddenly pissed off that this character felt his flirting with her gave him some sort of rights to challenge her. “What do you know about my way of life? Or what I’m worth?”

The man just smiled, though, unstressed. “Shannon, no girl deserves to be nothing more than her husband’s release valve when he’s been watching too much porn at work, least of all a girl like you who manages to be sweet and bright all the way through a drudgery of a job.” He shrugged again. “Have a great day.”

He left, and Shannon was steamed. Almost to prove a point, though she wasn’t sure what the point was, the next time the guy and Kev were in the store at the same time, she made sure she cornered Kev in the produce section for a quick suck off that the guy would see. She didn’t wipe her face either before she went back to her register. Her lips were glistening and slick, and there were a few drops of white on her cheeks.

“Sorry about my lifestyle,” she sneered when the older man through her line, not sure why she was reacting with this sort of almost petty anger.

The man reached out and wiped the cum from her face with his fingers. “You deserve better is all I’m saying,” he said softly. “You deserve to be treated with respect and appreciation. Admiration. Adoration. Like a precious, sweet girl. Not like a hooker that’s too dumb to charge him.”

Shannon narrowed her pretty eyes and glared at him. “You’re so full of shit.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve seen how you look at me.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning that if I offered to jerk you off or give you head out in the store, you would not say, ‘No no, you deserve better.'”

“I wouldn’t take you up on the offer if that’s what you’re saying.”

“Yes, you would.”

“No, I wouldn’t.” He was almost laughing.

“Okay, consider the offer made.” She made eye contact. “I’ll go out there and put my soft little hand on your big hard cock and let you cum all over my pretty face.”

He searched her eyes. “You mean it,” he said, surprised.

“You’d better believe it. I’ll suck on you until I choke and then drool your cum back out over my itty bitty titties.”

“No bahis firmaları thanks,” he said.

“Bullshit.”

“No thanks,” he repeated. “You’re married and you deserve better than that.”

With that he paid and left. The next time he came through, she made the same offer. He refused. She gave him her best looks and poses, and he still refused to give in. So she increased her aggressiveness. “You still don’t believe me,” she challenged him.

“I believe you,” he assured her.

She reached across the counter and pulled his zipper down. “I’m dead serious.”

“I know you are.”

“Give it to me, baby,” she cooed.

The man laughed. “You’re sexy, Shannon, I’m not denying it. But you’re married, and you’re worth more than some cheapy in the grocery store.”

Shannon stewed for almost two weeks before she saw him again. She didn’t know why he was pissing her off so much, but he was, and she was not going to let him get away with it. She made the same offer again, and he refused again. She immediately raised the stakes. “I’ll give it up.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’ll let you between my legs. You can put it to me.”

The man shook his head. “You need to respect yourself more. You respect yourself almost as little as your husband respects you.”

And with that he left.

Shannon’s face was red with embarrassment, and her heart was pounding with fury. Fury at his self-righteous attitude. Fury at his rejection of her advances. Fury, because she knew he wanted her but was just trying to make a point. That sort of self-defeating stubbornness went beyond aggravating.

Over the next couple of days, though, her fury and embarrassment turned into realization that he was right. She did not respect herself. She would have gone through with it. She would have done any of the things she’d offered, simply to make a point. There was no love in that. No lust even. Sex for nothing more than to build a case.

She had sunk lower than she had known.

And it was Kev’s fault. He had never treated her right. He had never treated any women right. And he had dragged her down into his sick little world. She was nothing more than an extension of his fist and kleenex, a toy to masturbate with — a way to get himself off. There was no respect, certainly no admiration. No adoration.

Her husband had taught her to treat herself like trash.

She couldn’t sleep that night at all, and she glared at Kev across the breakfast table as she ate her grapefruit the next morning. “Do you respect me?” she asked him.

“What?”

“Do you respect me?”

“Sure, baby,” he said absently.

“Yeah, convincing. Dick.”

“What? What do you want?”

“You don’t even have a fucking clue,” Shannon snarled.

“You’re right. I don’t have a clue except that you must be on the rag.”

“Oh, that’s right, when your pussy gets upset, she must be on her period.”

Kev threw up his hands. “Sorry. Whatever.”

Shannon fought back tears. She knew there was nothing there. She knew that she would never get him to change. He didn’t even understand. She was a body to him, nothing more. That’s all she would ever be.

When she left her house for a jog that morning, she knew that when she got home she would shower and then pack her bags. It was over. There was nothing at the heart of their relationship. He was not capable of appreciating her.

But she knew who was capable, and she thought she knew where he lived. Their town was small, and she’d seen his car at a certain house several other times when jogging. It was there again that morning.

Shannon paced around on the street, debating. She chewed her upper lip. Her heart raced. She knew she was through with Kev. She knew that the older man already respected her. She knew he could teach her how to respect herself. She was attracted to him, too. But they were basically strangers.

Still, he cared for her. Cared what her husband did to her. What she did to herself.

Steeling herself up, she walked up and rang her doorbell. She was wearing purple jogging shorts and a white tank top. It was not all that beautiful, but it did do nicely by her backside, and she didn’t think it mattered with him anyway. Not the same as it would have mattered with Kev.

“Shannon,” he said in simple surprise when he opened the door.

“Can I come in?”

“Sure.”

He invited her in and took her to the living room. He motioned towards a couch, but rather than sit down she took his hand between both of hers. He was startled.

Shannon took a deep breath. “You opened my eyes,” she said.

“What do you mean?”

“I understand now,” she said. “You were so right.”

“About . . .?”

“About how my husband was treating me,” she explained. “And how I was treating myself.”

The man smiled. “I’m really glad to hear that.”

She winked at him. “I guess your plan worked.”

“What plan?”

“To make nice with me so that I’d know where I belong when I realized what a dickhead my husband is.”

“What do you mean?”

She took his hand kaçak iddaa and pressed it up between her legs. “Show me what making love is,” she begged.

“Shannon — “

She rubbed her mound with his hand. It was strong, but gentle. She closed her eyes and moaned softly. “Please, baby, show me.”

“That’s not the point,” he said, withdrawing his hand. “There was no plan.”

“Even better,” she cooed. She stretched out on the couch. “You care for real.”

“I do.”

“Do you love me?” she giggled.

“I know I could,” he admitted. “Very easily.”

Shannon began wriggling down her shorts and panties at the same time. “Then show me what that’s like.”

“Shannon — “

“Please, baby,” she begged, getting her shorts and underwear down below her knees. “I’ve never made love. I’ve only been fucked.”

“Shannon — “

The shorts and panties were all the way off. Her young womanhood was exposed fully to him. Her lips were soft and pink. Her mound was smooth except for a little patch of reddish brown fur. She used the fingers of one hand to hold her slit slightly open, and the other hand to rub herself. “I’m so wet just thinking about it,” she giggled. “I want you so much.”

“Shannon,” he said. “I’m really hard right now.”

“Perfect . . . ” She spread her legs.

“And I’ll never be able to forgive myself for this.”

“Oh, I’ll make it easy on you,” she promised, licking her lips.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“What then?” she giggled.

“Shannon, you’re still married and you still deserve better than this.”

“What is your problem?” she flashed, yanking one jogging shoe off and flinging it at him. “I’m half naked on your couch, begging for sex.”

“Shannon, you don’t even know my name.”

“But I know your heart.”

“You know part of it,” he agreed. “But if you knew all of my heart, you would know that I want to treat you right. And treating you right isn’t banging you on my couch on the spur of the moment when you’re pissed off at the young man you’re still married to.”

“Fuck you and your heart!” she screamed, hurling the other shoe at him.

It hit him in the face, and he flinched, but he didn’t waiver. Nor did he get angry. “Shannon, I’ve never been as attracted to anyone as I am to you, but it just kills me that you treat yourself like this. I wish you cared for yourself. I wish you loved yourself.”

Shannon stood, her eyes practically on fire with anger as she pulled her clothes back on. “You and your fucking wishes,” she breathed. “You know what, fuck you. Fuck you in the ass with a hot coal, you teasing son of a bitch.”

By the time Shannon got home, she was a wreck. There was no more holding back her tears. She collapsed on the couch sobbing. She didn’t know if she was sad or angry. She just knew she hated this feeling, whatever it was. She hated the feeling so much that, for a moment, she hated being alive to feel it.

She had no idea how long she was crying on the couch. She fell in and out of nightmarish sleep. She could hardly breathe, her chest was so sore from her violent sobs.

Then, suddenly, out of nowhere, as she lay on her belly, eyes closed, sniffling with tears, she felt lips pressed on her cheek. It was the softest kiss she’d ever felt. It was different. It was so unlike anything she’d ever felt from Kev, that she almost gasped.

There was another soft kiss, and a gentle hand on her back, caressing her. It was loving. Even as it traced her spine from neck to backside, there was no demand in the caress. Even as the hand slid around the firm curves of her cheeks through her shorts. It was there to support and encourage her, not to prepare her for sex. It was truly wonderful.

“I’m sorry.” The voice was full of its own tears. “I was wrong.”

Shannon smiled and suddenly felt warm inside. Her eyes still closed she turned her head sideways, propped up on her crossed arms. “If you’re sorry, kiss me for real.”

His mouth felt like a new experience. It was as if she had never kissed before. His tongue was not crude and aggressive. It was passionate, but it was equal parts exploring and yielding. His lips were much like Kev’s in their soft power, but he used them in an entirely different way, as if they were caressing her lips just as his hand was caressing her back.

Smiling, Shannon opened her eyes.

And saw Kev, his face streaked with tears. “You were right,” he apologized, clearing his throat. “I haven’t been treating you well.” He bit his lip. “Like ever.” He blinked his eyes. She’d never seen him cry. Not once. “When you went out, I wasn’t sure you were coming back. It scared the shit out of me. Especially when I realized I couldn’t blame you.”

Shannon pulled him into another kiss, deeper than the first, but with a similar soft passion. She rolled to her side so that he could climb onto the couch with her. “It’s not all you,” she finally said. “It’s me, too.”

“What do you mean?”

She thought of the older man’s admonishments, and how she had not understood them herself until this very moment. “Just trust kaçak bahis me,” she said, rubbing her hands along his back. “And let’s make love.”

“Okay.”

Kev was clearly not tracking her meaning, but she could tell he was trying. Shannon said, “Let’s pretend we’re virgins again and do it right.”

“I don’t think I understand, but I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Carry me to the bed and make love to me.”

Their lips barely parted as Kev took his wife into his arms and carried her to their bedroom. He laid her out with loving care, kissing gently all over her pretty, freckled face as he slowly worked her out of her clothes. By the time she was naked and laying exposed before him, she was so on fire that her mouth and hands didn’t stop begging for him. Her body writhed in a previously unknown need. They’d had sex more times than either of them could count, but she needed him more than she ever had.

Kev kissed her small, tender breasts, gently holding her down on the bed so that she couldn’t force the pace. His lips were gentler than they ever had been, but there was a deeper desire in the way he sucked with each kiss. It was as if his mouth was massaging her delicate flesh. Once each nipple had grown hard in response to the attention, he dragged his mouth down her body to her soft tummy.

Then, Kev moved between Shannon’s legs. Still fully dressed, not touching himself or asking her to touch him, he rolled her onto her side and slid his mouth up between her legs. Shannon groaned, thrilled as much by his desire to please her without getting attention himself immediately as she was by the way his moist lips and strong tongue felt on her womanhood. She squeezed her thighs in on his ears and used her lower back muscles to rock against his face.

Shannon had always enjoyed her husband’s mouth work, but today was so different, it was like there was a stranger between her legs. His tongue, while as strong as ever, felt like it was caressing her as it coursed wildly over her vulva and then dipped inside her. His lips were as gentle here as they had been on her breasts, and his sucked with the same drive.

He used his mouth to expose her clitoris, but then returned his attentions to her slot. At first she was disappointed until she realized that an accidental pressure of his forehead against her hardening but was not accidental. Kev was using everything he had to pleasure the seat of her sex.

“Oh, Kev, I love you so much,” she whispered tensely when she began to climax. “I love you so much.”

She began to rolling to her back, and Kev took it as his signal that it was time to get undressed. “I love you too, Shannon,” he said, his eyes roaming all over her. It felt as if he were learning her body for the first time again. “I don’t know what went wrong, and I don’t know how to make it right, but I know I want to.”

Shannon said nothing, but the moment he was naked, she pulled him into an enveloping embrace. His hardon slipped as easily inside her wetness as his tongue did into her mouth. His thrusts were slow and determined. She could feel his shaft changing angles and position ever so slightly, as if he were exploring her inner shapes. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms about his neck. His hands caressed her sides.

She wanted to talk — wanted to tell him how this really did feel like a first time — wanted to tell him how much she loved him, how much she loved what they were doing right now — wanted to tell him it was like they were starting over. But she could not bring herself to break their kiss.

Kev did not speed up. His thrusts maintained a constant, slow pace. With time, they became more forceful, more direct, but he never lost control and never grew demanding. The stimulation was so sharp and so persistent that it drove Shannon toward another climax.

“Don’t stop,” she begged. “I want you to go, but I’m going to go again, so please, please, please, baby . . .”

They were both excited, because Shannon never climaxed from straight vaginal intercourse. She inevitably required clitoral or anal stimulation. The fact that was she was so close now made this feel even more like a fresh start. The fire burned hotter between them. The intensity grew.

Kev’s hips jerked harder on each thrust, but he still did not speed up.

Shannon’s body moved like a wave underneath him, her limbs clinging to him desperately.

Finally, the constant thrusting pushed Shannon over the top, and she bit at her husband’s mouth and throat as her body was shot through with bright, white pleasure. Shannon was plunged into a moment of pure animal experience. She had no human thought, only an over-powering awareness of pleasure into which her trembling cavern walls dragged Kev. It was the first simultaneous orgasm they had ever achieved. Their voices made muffled cries in union, as their bodies twitched and jerked, and the place of their joining was flooded from both directions.

Only once the edge of the pleasure was softened did they resume kissing through the down-slope of their shared climax. Slowly, as if it was all part of the same process, they rolled apart, kisses and caresses replacing thrusts and bumps. When exhaustion finally overcame them, they fell asleep in one another’s arms, husband and wife.

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