Forbidden Desires Part 2: A Taboo, First Time Erotic Story

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When the past ignites a fire within, can Lisa resist the allure of forbidden love?

Lisa's life is a monotonous routine, trapped in a dead-end relationship that leaves her yearning for something more. Every day feels like a shadow of the vibrant life she once knew. Her mind drifts back to memories of her first love—an intoxicating, taboo relationship that awakened her deepest desires and took her innocence.

In "Forbidden Desires," Lisa's world is turned upside down when a chance encounter reignites the flames of her past. As she delves into a whirlwind of passion, longing, and forbidden lust, Lisa must confront her true feelings and decide if she will chase the thrill of what once was or remain shackled to a loveless existence.

Join Lisa on a tantalizing journey of self-discovery and erotic exploration, where the lines between right and wrong blur, and every touch, whisper, and glance pulls her deeper into a web of forbidden desires.

Will Lisa surrender to the magnetic pull of her first love, or will she find the courage to break free from the chains that bind her?

Discover the electrifying tale of "Forbidden Desires" and let your fantasies run wild.

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concluding part of our little story. Who was the man
being brought in? Was it Chris? How serious are his injuries?

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time to relax, your time for sensuous satisfaction, Your time
to discover your inner passions as you listen to my
voice and feel the story moving through your body as
you enjoy tonight's show. The stretcher crashed along the corridors

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of the hospital, its tinny sounds forewarning its arrival many
seconds before it actually entered the emergency room. The tall,
stute frame of doctor Phillips hovered over the still body
as the nurses cut through the leather, exposing the wounds
to doctor Phillip's caze. Lisa deliberately held back. She did

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not need to have a flood of emotions at this
very moment, even if it was Chris on the stretcher.
The doctor bart commands. Lisa passed various implements to the
nurses who were on the front line. After what felt
like ours or maybe just minutes, doctor Phillips announced, Okay,

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get him booked in. I think he might have several
broken bones and may need surgery. Now, do we have
a name? One nurse looked down at the paperwork that
had come in with the biker as Lisa held her breath,
waiting to have the air knocked out of her Yes,

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Trevor McMillan, the nurse, replied. Lisa was prepared for a shock,
but not this. She gasped loudly, making everyone else in
the room turn to look at her, and earning her
a disapproving glare from doctor Phillips. You know him, I presume,
doctor Phillips asked, in his haughty tone. Huh I think so,

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she replied. Oh, don't just stand there, girl, get over
here and have a good look. Do you know him
or not? Doctor Phillips commanded, his tone edged with irritation.
The nurses around the stretcher parted as Lisa nervously stepped forward.
Could it really be Her eyes scanned up his body.

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His left arm was twisted into some very painful looking position.
Various gashes marked his chest out together with what seemed
like the tiniest butterfly stitches, but his face, presumably the
helmet had protected his head. His beard now flecked with gray,
making him look even more attractive in Lisa's eyes than

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he did all those years ago. Yes, I know him
or it did a few years ago. Good. I'm glad
we got that cleared up, doctor Phillips said. Now let's
get him where he needs to be. Lisa watched as
they moved him out of the emergency room. Turning to
the nurse with the paper, she asked what happened. The

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nurse flicked nervously through the papers. According to the witnesses,
he was hit by another motorcyclist who seemed to have
been out of control, and then was hit by a
car after he fell. What happened to the other motorcyclist,
Lisa asked, how apparently he fled the scene. Probably didn't
want to be talking to the police, the nurse said, dryly, solemnly,

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Watching the stretcher disappear up the corridor towards surgery, she
simply said. Fuck. To say this shift passed in a
blur was an understatement. Lisa could not focus. She could
not believe Trevor was laying in the very same hospital
she was working in. After all this time was his fate.

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She believed he'd been in surgery most of the time
she was on shift, only coming out in the dying
moments of her time at the hospital. She looked at
him from the doorway as she was leaving. Was this
a sign she really didn't believe in second chance romances?
But watching him as he lay unconscious, her heart really

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felt sickened. She had walked away from him once, ignored
his cause, his letters, or for absolutely no reason. Maybe
this was a chance to put it right, at least
beyond speaking terms with the best friend she ever had.
Maybe fate had given her a way out. Over the years,

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she had started to call him so many times, just
to hear his voice, But of course she never completed
the cause she had carried the guilt of her stupidity
for so many years. Right now it weighed heavier than
ever on her soul. Silently, she walked into his room

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and pushed his long, graying hair away from his face
and kissed his brow gently. If this was fate, then
she was truly grateful for the opportunity. Don't you go
dying on me, Trevor McMullan, she whispered, a tears stinging
in her eyes. She turned and left the room, with

(09:12):
her heart feeling hope for the first time in a
very long time. It wasn't until she was sat in
the car that reality kicked in. This was the man
that she walked away from without saying a word, a
man that had supported her after the death of her brother,
Yet she decided he wasn't worth a phone call. What

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the hell would you say to him? How'd you excuse that?
The rain at ease by the time she reached Karen's
house and the morning sun broke its cover through the clouds.
It only took one knock on the door to ignite
the sound of excited children from behind the wood. The

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door swung open, and two faces stared up at her,
covered in an explosion of paint. I'm a tiger, Clarice giggled,
And she's a lion, she said, pointing at Mandy. Of
course you are, Lisa said, glad she had no aspirations

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for her daughter's artistic talents. Get your bag, we need
to go home. There's something I need to tell you,
Lisa said, doubt still swarming her mind. She had always
been vague about Clarice's father, particularly to Cariice. Just another
way she denied Trevor, she thought. With him laying in hospital,

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she could feel nothing but guilt for the way she
had treated him. Whatever the consequences, she had to make
this right and acknowledge all that he was in her life.
What if he doesn't even like children, she muttered to herself,
not realizing the words come out through her mouth. What mummy,

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Clarice said, looking up at her with those bright, innocent
eyes of hers. Oh nothing, honey, Mommy's just talking out loud,
she replied, taking Clarice's backpack in one hand and grasping
Art's waiting hand with the other, squeezing it a little
tied to the normal. Lost in her own world, she

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hadn't realized Karen was stood in the doorway, shaking her
head to clear her thoughts. She thanked Karen. Karen just
smiled knowingly before saying good luck. He's for the best.
Lisa tried her best to fight off the waves of
doubt that crashed over her mind as they drove home,

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tried her best to pay attention to her daughter as
she excitedly told her about their adventures over the past
couple of days. She just needed to get home and
tell clarsa truth. If he didn't want to know her,
he surely would know his daughter. How could he not
love her? Pulling the car into her driveway. Lisa's shoulders

(12:15):
slumped as she grew at the will. This was it.
The small house seemed larger and cavernous as she put
Clarice's backpack on the counter, trying to delay the conversation
she knew she needed to have. She asked Clarisse, Honey,
have you eaten? Clorice just grinned bacon Berger's and fries. Mo,

(12:39):
there goes that excuse. Suddenly there was a loud roar
outside the house. As much as Lisa wanted to avoid
the inevitable, Chris was the one reason she did not
need to have around you. Wait here, honey, Mammy's just
got something to handle, she said, closing the kitchen door behind.

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As she walked to the front door and opened it,
she had to say Chris looked more disheveled than normal,
which was quite an achievement. As he took his helmet
off and looked her in the eyes, the fear that
glazed them burned with a ferocious temper. Lisa wondered for
a moment if he was going to attack her, steal

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her purse, and fill himself with drugs. All she could
think of was keeping him away from Clarisse, pulling the
door to behind her. She asked him sternly, why are
you here, Chris? This isn't what we agreed. I killed him.
I fucking killed him, he grooted out. Now they will

(13:44):
kill me, or I'll get arrested and do life. His
eyes flickered from side to side in a manic movement
as he raised his hand. Lisa flinched instinctively, waiting for
the first strike. Instead, Chris just grabbed his shoulder, squeezing
into the point of pain as he said, I need
to get away, jail bait. Now I need money for fuel,

(14:08):
something I can pawn. Lisa winced at the way he
said gel bait. It always sounded so seedy when he
used it, like it was wish for thinking. Taking a breath,
Lisa forced herself to think. This could be an opportunity.
She knew it. She just had to figure out how

(14:29):
hope sparked in her mind again dimply, but it was there, Chris,
what happened? She asked, trying to assess how much of
an opportunity this was. The old fucker shouldn't have been
on the road, let alone A fucking bike cut right
across me, and I hit him. Then a car hit him,

(14:49):
he growled. Obviously he has spent time thinking about that
enough to make himself sound innocent. I only had a
little weed at the clubhouse, and I had to do
that on credit, he said between gritted teeth. From experience,
she knew that a little weed meant at least five
lines of dope. And if he owed the club money

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and he might do time, they would want to paying
him full with interest, and she really doubted he would
be able to get his hands on the money for that.
He was fucked from both ends. Chris, I've got fifty
bucks in cash and still waiting for my wages to clear.

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She paused, her mind twisted with guilt and doubt over
what she was considering. Somewhere in the back of her mind,
a voice from her youth whispered, do it. A strong
man's voice was always there, just on the edge of hearing.
I also have Mark's watches. I don't know how much
they're worth, but he always said they were expensive. The

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truth was, Lisa didn't even know if they were real.
Mark did work of sorts and always seemed to have money,
but she had been too young to be cynical enough
to challenge him about the jobs he did. Focus returned
to Chris's eyes and to Lisa's satisfaction more than a

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little surprise. Yeah, you bastard, I had those and you
never knew that would be great, he muttered. Wait here,
Lisa said, as she moved back inside the house. The
kitchen door opened a little and two bright eyes peered
around the edge of the door. Can I come out yet, mommy,

(16:44):
Clarice whispered, Not yet, honey, Mummy's just got to help
this man and then I'll be back, she said, as
softly as she could manage. She waited a moment as
Clarice closed the door before going up to her bedroom
and opening her closet. Pulling her shoes out, she removed

(17:05):
the wooden box that had been secreted away and took
out the selection of watches, before putting them in an
old rocksack she had bought for Jim but never quite
made it there. I damn well, hope you're right. I'm
sorry for this, she whispered, not stopping to look at
the watches the fear of changing her mind. Stopping at

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a nightstand, she took the fifty dollars she kept in
case of emergencies and moved quickly through the house, grasping
the money on rocksack tightly until she faced Chris once again.
Grabbing both out of her outstretched hands, he put his
helmet back on put the rucksack in his side bag,

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even without looking at the contents, before starting his engine
and leaving without a word of thanks. Thanks Lisa for
giving me the last possessions you have of your dead brother,
she whispered bitterly as she watched him disappear, turning her
back as her recent pass left, she now had to

(18:09):
face her past from a little longer ago. Lifting her head,
two sparkling eyes watched her curiously from beside the door.
Stealing herself, Lisa ran up to the door, chasing Clarice
back into the house, tickling her as she caught up
with her, ignoring her. Please for mercy, Who is that, mummy,

(18:33):
she asked between pants as they collapsed on the couch, kickling.
Just a bad memory, honey, she replied quietly. Is that
what you wanted to tell me about? Mummy? Clorice asked her,
face awash with innocence. No, no, it isn't, Lisa sighed, first,

(18:53):
Mommy needs coffee. I have been working all night, you know.
Lisa returned to her bedroom closet and retrieved a second box.
Although smaller, it felt infinitely heavier carrying the weight of
her past. The smell of freshly brewed coffee washed over
the house as she placed the box and her coffee

(19:14):
on the occasional table next to the sofa. The rainbow
color's hand painted on the box when she was just ten,
reflected brightly in Clarice's widening eyes, the colors, somehow accentuating
her growing excitement. Just watching her filled her heart with joy.

(19:35):
She had such a magical enthusiasm for everything. Softly, Lisa said,
this is mum's memory box. I made it when I
wasn't much older than you. You will get to make one,
and it will be your special box to keep all
your best memories in the box could have been full
of gold treasure, and Clarice wouldn't have been more excited,

(19:57):
her face any more radiant as Lisa lifted the lid
on her past. Searching through the stacks of photos, Lisa
carefully selected three she thought would be suitable and passed
the first to Clarise, who looked at it full of wonder.
This is Mark. I've told you about him before. He

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would have been your uncle, but he died before you
were born. As the last words left her lips, a
wave of gilt washed over her. In her efforts to
make a new life and forget all the pain she
had kept, Clorice's family passed away from her. Her parents
had refused to speak to her after she went to college,

(20:40):
and she only heard about their passing from an old
school friend. But just because things didn't work out between
her and them, was it right to take away the
opportunity for the Cariice to know more about her past?
This is Trevor, she said, nervously passing her the next
photoa for her response. Although Trevor was attractive, he hated

(21:04):
having his photo taken and growled at anyone brave enough
to try. This particular photo was of him when he
didn't know he was being photographed, and wasn't dressed in
enough leather to give a herd of buffalo nightmares. He
almost looked human. Who's Trevor, mummy, Glarice asked curiously. He

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was a very good friend of both uncle Mark and me,
she said, wiping a tear from her eye. The past
tense had never felt more painful. Is he alive, mummy?
The innocent question stung at Lisa's heart. Yes he is, honey,
but he's very ill and mommy's looking after him in

(21:49):
the hospital, she said, feeling Clorice was of the absolute
truth after all the vaguity. Can I see him, she asked,
staring at the ft. Not yet, honey, not until he's better,
Lisa said, quietly. Cool. I'm going to paint him up
to look like a lion as well, Clorise said, excitement

(22:12):
dripping from every word. Lisa could only giggle quietly through
her tears. Damn, this girl could make her feel happy,
even at moments like this. Passing her the final voto,
Lisa hesitated for a moment, letting Clarice digest the image.
It had been taken at her going away party, well

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the dying moments of it by one of the other
bikers for a laugh. Lisa loved the photo so much,
and Trevor never found out it had ever been taken.
So was he your boyfriend, mummy, Clarice asked, tracing her
finger softly over the photograph. The photo seemed a lot older,

(22:54):
having been cried over so many times in the past years.
Trevor and her were laid on the couch at the
clubhouse in each other's arms, obviously a little drunk. The
blanket he had given her draped across them as they kissed,
still crying, Lisa nodded, saying yes, he was, honey. In fact,

(23:17):
Lisa paused, taking in her breath to steady her nerves,
before continuing, he's your daddy. Well, I have a daddy.
Make him better, mummy, so I can see him. Wiping
the tears away that now fell freely down her cheeks,
she simply said, I will, Honey, I've got her daddy,

(23:39):
Clarice said slowly, her voice full of wonderment. Can I
call Mandy to tell her we found my daddy? Of course, sweetheart,
Lisa said quietly. Clorice jumped off the couch and ran
out of the room in search of her cellphone. Her
excited voice chimed to the house as she spoke to Mandy.

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Seconds Lisa's phone deemed with a text from Karen, her daddy.
Not the conversation I was expecting. What about Chris Chris's history,
Lisa typed. She was sure she could hear the cogs
of Karen's brain working before the next text appeared a
minute or so later. The backer that was brought in

(24:20):
is Clarice's dad, Yes, Lisa responded, Oh shit, girl, we'd
better get him well. Then the response came back almost immediately.
Of course, glarse wants to meet him when he's better.
Lisa replied, I'll check on him extra tonight when I'm
on shift. Then, thanks, was all Lisa could think to say.

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Karen didn't know their history, and she didn't want her
to say anything until Lisa was ready. Don't say anything
about Clarice until I've had a chance to talk to him,
she typed. Understood Lisa's sighed in relief as she read
the last reply. At Lisa, that was one potential problem

(25:06):
out of the way. Clarice came bouncing back into the room,
excitement exuding from every Poor me and Mandy are going
to do a daddy party when he gets better. The
image of Trevor in all his leathers, having his face
painted like a lion and eating kid's food filled Lisa's mind.

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She could not help but giggle at the thought. That
would be lovely, honey, He'll enjoy that, she said, lying,
Tell me everything about Daddy Mummy, Clarice pleaded as she
sat back on the sofa, pushing herself under Lisa's arms. Initially,
Lisa struggled to remember family friendly stories about Trevor, but

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once they started flowing, they did not stop until well
into the evening. Several had to be repair heated at
length because Clarice found them so funny. Her and Trevor
had only been together a couple of months, but they
had managed to fill every day as if it were
their last, despite her lack of sleep. It was beyond

(26:16):
dusk when the story's drifted into silence, and Clarice's questions
were replaced by the gentle breathing, announcing she had finally
fallen asleep. Suddenly, Lisa felt the tiredness of the day
gripper and realized she was fighting to keep her eyes open,

(26:36):
removing the several chip packets that decorated them. Having forgote
a normal mill, she carried her daughter to bed before
collapsing on her own bed and wrapping herself in the blanket.
His arms around me, she thought, as she slid into
her dreams of tomorrow. The morning came all too quickly.

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Well it wasn't really morning or mid afternoon. At some
point in time in the night, Clarice had moved into
the bed to join her. As she was sleeping gently
in her arms, the blanket wrapped around the both of them.
Enjoying the tranquility of the moment, Lisa sank into the
fantasy of having Trevor's arms around them, both protecting them.

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Just a thought of it spread a warm glow over
her body, a familiar tingle returning between her thighs. Why
did Clarice have to be here now? Diverting her thoughts,
she focused on tonight. In just a couple of hours,
she would be at work, at work in the hospital

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where Trevor was being treated. Granted, he was in a
different wing to her, away from the chaos of the
emergency room. His area was quiet and peaceful, designed for
people to have privacy and recuperate. But she had to
see him. Damn it, What would she say? How the

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hell would she even introduce the idea of Clarice. Karen
always had all the answers she would have to ask her,
she decided and squeezed Clarisse a little tighter, waking her accidentally.
M'am Clarise complained sleepily, is daddy here? Not yet, honey,
but real soon, Lisa whispered as she stroked her daughter's

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long hair. Damn, she would find a way to make
him forgive her, if not for her sake, then for Clarice's.
Having dropped clorsa Karen's early, knowing Karen would have already
gone into work as she was on an earlier shift,
these shift patterns could be a bitch. She drove the
rest of the journey to work in a trance, her

(28:54):
mind wrestling with ideas of how to handle Trevor. She
had nothing. Gliding through the emergency ward, she found her
locker and mindlessly put away her personal things. Stopping for
a moment, she thought to herself. Looking back into her purse,
she took out a solitary photograph and put it in

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the back pocket of her scrubs before closing the locker
and setting off to find Karen. Eventually finding her in
the kitchen area drinking tea, she sat down next to her.
So tell me everything, Karen said, her tone inviting no debate.
For the next thirty minutes, Lisa told her every sordid

(29:38):
detail about her and Trevor, before she finally sighed and
simply said, how do I make him? Forgive me? Karen?
Karen placed her hand on NISA's squeezing it firmly, stroking
her wrist affectionately with her thumb, before grinning wildly and saying, Oh,

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I have something that always works. The kitchen was filling
up with nurses and doctors, so to avoid any embarrassment,
Karen leaned forward and started whispering. The pair of them
giggled like schoolgirls as Karen shared her secrets for a
successful married life. I'll help, Karen eventually said, to which

(30:24):
Lisa just raised an eyebrow in surprise. What both of us?
She asked? Why not? He is very injured and you
will need a hand, Karen said, grinning. Besides, I went
to college with Teresa, who happens to be on shift tonight,
and she can make sure we won't be disturbed. The

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pair of them finished their drinks. It was still another
thirty minutes until Lisa was due on shift, so deciding
that now was as good a time as any, they
went in hunt of Trevor, discovering him far end of
his wing, his bed isolated In private, Karen spoke to Teresa.

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As Lisa watched Trevor nervously, he was definitely asleep. Suddenly,
Lisa was a wash with concern that they might hurt
him and that would definitely not be a good way
to rekindle their romance. Eventually, Karen was back next to
Lisa and whispered his injuries weren't as bad as he
initially thought. Apart from his disticated shoulder, he was just

(31:31):
cut some bruises. We just have to be a little careful.
But how we're nurses, we can do that, she said,
as she elbowed her playfully. Do we need to turn
the heart monitor off? Lisa asked, jeez, go, how good
are you giggling? Karen just said, you get started. I'll

(31:53):
keep an eye out, before turning her back on Lisa
and Trevor. Seeing this strong man laying so prone, sparked
a protective urge to surge re Lisa, tracing her fingertip
gently over his wounds. He muttered something incomprehensible in his slumber.

(32:15):
His body moved under her touch, not as if in pain,
but more into her fingers in inviting them further. Pushing
his gown to one side, she could see his beautiful
cock beginning to swell even in sleep. He wanted her.
She had seen a few cocks since she gave her

(32:37):
virginity to this man, but nothing felt like that inside her.
Her pussy had pined for his cock ever since. Her
fingertip slowly traced his growing length, gently caressing his tip
through the material of his boxes. Gently, he moaned as

(32:58):
his crock throbbed a little harder, tenderly, Lisa slipped his
growing erection out of his boxes, her fingers circling it,
grasping it. The memories of that first time she held
his erection flooded her mind. Her pussy ached with desire

(33:18):
as she slid her hand up and down his entire length.
Pushing her hair back over her shoulder, she lowered her mouth,
kissing every pulsing inch of his manhood. His cock twitched
as her tongue explored him for the first time, tasting
the cock she had always wanted. Her pussy throbbed in

(33:40):
perfect symphony with the pulses trembling through him. His erection
rose aggressively, wanting more, demanding more. Her lips parted slightly,
sucking just the very tip of him, Sliding her lips
just over his cockhead, before circling it with her tongue.

(34:02):
As his body writhed gently under her oral caress, she
moaned the pulse of her own desire, escaping her pussy
and caressing her thighs. Lisa gasped as she suddenly felt
her hands in the waistband of her scrubs, pulling them
quickly over the curves of her ass. Karen dropped to

(34:24):
her knees, pushing her panties to one side as she
moved the globes of Lisa's ass apart, her tongue teasing
that sensitive rosette viciously as she whispered, sorry, you just
look too damn sexy. Doing that, Karen's fingers massaged Lisa's folds,
stroking them with increasing passion. Leita could do nothing but

(34:47):
moan as Karen's fingers explored the entrance to her sex,
her finger now teasing her swollen clit. Suort had spoken
on this in drunken moments. Karen had even confessed once
that she would love to try something with Lisa, but
still it was a surprise of the wave of pleasures
it created. Lisa's pussy clutched along her fingers grasping, wanting

(35:12):
more as she stroked the walls of her pussy, discovering
that one velvety patch that did nothing but filled Lisa's
mind with lustful thoughts. As she pushed her pussy back
with urgency onto Karen's thrusting fingers. Lisa could feel the
vibrations of her moans pulsing in Trevor's cock as he

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pushed into her mouth. Even in sleep, his passion was intense,
sliding her lips up and down his length, her fingers
finding his tightening balls, massaging them. Her own body was
trembling on the verge of the precipice as a tip
of Karen's tongue flicked along the folds of her pussy,
the heat of her breath scorching Lisa's sex as Karen's

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thumb rubbed over Lisa's cl forcing her knees to tremble. Fuck.
She was coming. She didn't plan on it this way.
She gagged a little as Trevor's cock found a throat,
her moan stifled by his swollen erection filling her mouth
as a wave of pleasure exploded through her body, lifting
her head as Karen's fingers dropped from a still trembling pussy.

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She turned, gasping slightly. I want him inside me, she
whispered as she stared into Karen's eyes, before leaning in
and kissing her deeply, their tongue sharing Lisa's pleasure. Karen's
hand rose to her breast, squeezing it tightly through a

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scrubs jacket, before pulling her lips away from Lisa's. She
pointed to the lifting pole over the bed. A handle
dangled from it, designed to support patients in need, and
Lisa was definitely in need. It's a monkey pole there,
Karen said, grinning. Stepping out of her scrub hants, Lisa

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grasped the handle, lifting herself up toward the bed, Karen's
hands supporting her ass and guiding her as she lowered
herself over Trevor, her knees spreading either side of him,
careful not to press on anywhere that might hurt him.
She eventually found the edge of the bed, hold onto

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the handling case. Karen whispered, her hands grasping the overhead
handle tightly. She moved her hips slowly, trying to move
her pussy into position over his waiting cock. Karen sighed
and said, let me help her hand grasping Trevor's throbbing erection,

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she stroked it as she whispered, Oh, he does feel good,
much better than James's hands off, that's mine, Lisa replied curtly,
just giggled as her rather hand massaged Lisa's faulds, parting them,
pressing Trevor's cock where it needed to be. As Lisa

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lowered herself on to his waiting erection, Karen's fingers lingered
on her clip, rubbing it as Lisa's pussy stretched around
his gurth, forcing a deep moan from Lisa's mouth. Slowly,
Lisa lifted herself up and down on the lifting pole,
the length of Trevor's hard cock filling her pushing along

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the walls of her pussy, sending bolts of electricity ricocheting
through her. Lissa's body trembled with the slow build up
of an intense orgasm. Karen lifted Lisa's scrubs jacket and
eased her breast out of the entrapment of her bra,
her tongue circling her wrecked pink knub before sucking it

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between her teeth, sending a wildfire of uncontrollable desire cascading
down Lisa's body. Her pussy grasped his cock as her
needs swelled inside. Suddenly, strong fingers grasped her ass, tightly
holding her as Trevor thrust deep inside he is of
unfulfilled need swamped their bodies as his cock pulsed harder

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and harder. That beautiful intensity burned in his eyes, just
the same as it had all those years ago. He
growled in that perfect way that took her straight back
to the river. Her body trembled as he thrust with
urgent need, the sound of his pleasure vibrating deep inside her.
Lisa clung to the handle, desperate not to hurt him,

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as her orgasm exploded, forcing her to bite on her
arms to suppress a moans. As a pussy continued to
grasp his cock hungrily, forcing that beautiful eruption of his
cum deep inside, his grouse subsiding into moan and then pants.
Karen moved her hands up Lisa's body, helping her to

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lower it gently into Trevor's waiting arms. I'll leave you
two to it, she said, as she turned to the left. Well,
that was a good way to say hi, He said quietly, Trevor,
there is so much I have to say, so much
I need to apologize for so many ways I treated

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you badly. But I have only got a few minutes
before my shift starts. Sheelbait. I'm a little too old
and too experienced to expect much from a teenager with
a head full of dreams. Come back later after your
shift and we can talk. There's something else. I'm just

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going to say it, and if you can't accept it,
then i'll understand. Just say it already, Trevor whispered, how
do you feel about kids? I love kids. She's never
been in a position to have them, but we'd have
to be quick. I'm not exactly getting any younger. Gently
sliding off the bed and putting her scrubpants back on,

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she whispered too late. As she retrieved the photo from
her back pocket, She handed it to Trevor and turned
to leave. I'll be back later, she called, back, walking
down the corridor, the warm caress of their mutual pleasure
teasing her thighs, grinning wildly. Trevor looked at the photo.

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Just as cute as your mum, he whispered, as he
placed it on the nightstand and returned to sleep. So
that brings our little story to an end, but until
next week when we can get wild in bed all
over again with another story. This is Devil and Wild,

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