Ristin and Tasha and Me

Greetings readers!

Before Monique (see Volume 5). Before my long weekend in Isle of Palms. There was Kristin (see Volume 4) and the mention of a juicy sequel. But I got a bit sidetracked with Monique's story and everything that happened afterwards (see Isle of Palms). A Long Weekend In The Isle of Palms, was probably supposed to be the finale to the Online Adventures series, but a handful of you out there reminded me that at the outset, I promised stories of 8 women.

This follow-up to Volume 4 should honor that deal. But it's more than a sequel. I soon realized after putting pen to paper (so to speak) that my time with Kristin (AND Tasha) deserved WAY more detail than I had originally thought. And it really was a helluva time. So what began as a sequel became a trilogy and ultimately a 4-part series (or tetralogy, but no one uses that wacky word).

If you have not read "Online Adventures Volume 04: Kristin", I wholeheartedly encourage you to read it before this one. And as always, I hope you enjoy reading as much as I've enjoyed writing.

Prologue

At the end of Volume 4, Kristin had left me wanting nothing after two super indulgent, back to back weekends in my apartment. To that point, she was probably the most fun sexual partner I'd ever had. She knew which buttons to press, how and when to push them and had zero shame or discomfort about any of it. Her oversized clit was the cherry on top of an already very delicious treat.

My weekend in South Carolina (see Isle of Palms) of course had changed all that. But till that point, Kristin was it. The lovely women of Volumes 1-3 were incredible. Sexy as hell. Fantastic lovers. Monica's big soft curves, Kimmy's fat, hairy bush, Tamara's aggressive, no-nonsense approach to fucking. I've always felt pretty lucky to have crossed paths with such amazing women. But Kristin was something entirely different. Her attitude. Her confidence. Her smile. Her mouthwatering areola and delightful dildo collection. The list really went on.

Kristin was very much for me. So when she teasingly flashed me her friend Tasha's photo on her way out the door, a story that was already pretty good, actually got A LOT better.

And here's what happened.

Kristin, Tasha and Me (1 of 4)

I was barely functional by the time Kristin left my apartment, whatever time it was on that Saturday afternoon. My cock was sore. My asshole was sore. Good sore. My brain swam in all sorts of delightful hormones. I sat for a moment on the couch, replaying bits and pieces of the last two weekends-- all that sucking and fucking; the facesitting, the absurdly raunchy dirty talk... My shaft ached as it somehow, once again began showing signs of life.

As I adjusted myself on the sofa, I made note of the way the rim of my anus ached just right with each little micro-adjustment. Kristin fucked my hole so fucking good. I was satisfied. Full.

I jerked off to some melange of thoughts of the last 24 hours and fell right to sleep.

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I awoke an hour or so later unmoved. I hadn't even moved an inch. As usual, I was slightly confused for a brief moment before putting it all together. Instinctively, I reached to the coffee table for my phone. I wasn't shocked to see a text from Kristin waiting for me.

Kristin: Miss your dick.

Jay: Miss YOURS. =)

Kristin: Yeah you do...

Then came the pics.

She stood akimbo, fully nude in her bedroom with the bigger of her fake cocks, strapped firmly in place, dangling from her pussy. Her titties hung in full, sloppy view-- her nipples pointing straight at the camera, dark pink and noticeably hard. She had both hands above her head in her long, messy hair; blocking much of her face as it fell everywhere. Her big penis suited her. And she wore it well.

The other photo was a well-shot selfie of her puckered butthole, brown and wrinkly.

Kristin: Lick my shithole some more baby? Pretty please?

Jay: Did I ever tell you how lucky I am that we met?

Kristin: Yes. But go on...

Kristin and I chatted flirtatiously, sending fun photos back and forth, vibing on a whole new level after another extra-intimate rendezvous. It couldn't have been more than a few minutes before I found myself in another gooey mess.

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Getting trapped in the vacuum otherwise known as the sexual rabbit hole can be a bit too easy sometimes. So going to work on Monday provided the detox I probably needed. I went about my morning as normally as possible, focusing on emails and spreadsheets and inter-office banter. My anus still ached just a bit-- a nice little souvenir, from such an intimate weekend.

By lunch, I found myself thumbing through Kristin's photos. I'd had enough of the monotony. I texted her an emoji kissy face as my cock hardened in my slacks.

Kristin: How's work?

Jay: Boring.

Kristin: Same.

I waited a few moments.

Jay: Would it be ok for me to tell you how on-my-mind you've been recently?

Kristin: It'd be VERY ok... I feel the same, Jay.

Jay: Good.

She replied with some fun assortment of emojis and I left it at that. I was not definitely not shopping around for a new girlfriend, but this was pretty awesome so far.

Kristin and I went about our respective afternoons. It was a HOT June afternoon and I took the opportunity to sneak out of work a little early. I was horny, but equally determined not to stumble back down the rabbit hole so soon. Assuredly, there would be time for that later. So I went for a bike ride.

I got comfy on the seat, adjusting myself just a bit as a slight tinge from my still recovering butthole once again reminded me of an incredible weekend. I'd have to take it slightly easy in the saddle.

I rode the West Side path from the Upper West Side downwards to South Ferry and up the east side to the Brooklyn Bridge and across to Dumbo.

I all but collapsed on the grass in Brooklyn Bridge Park. There were SO many beautiful women out on such a gorgeous day. Approaching 90 degrees, sundresses, sexy sunglasses and sweaty curves abounded. I had made it most of the way through the day without thinking too much about sex or Kristin or some gonzo combination of the two. I certainly wasn't going to do anything about it then, but God I was horny.

I cycled back to the Upper West Side of Manhattan via the Brooklyn Bridge and zigzagged up the east side. I FaceTimed Kristin as I entered Central Park. I missed her face and I had a feeling she'd get a kick out of a FaceTime from a bike ride.

"Heyyy!" She bubbled! She was still at her desk at work.

"Hey there!" I panted, between breaths.

"So jealous!! Are you biking?! Oh man."

"I am! And I missed your face and wanted to say hi." It sounded corny even to me, but it felt genuine and I was all dosed on the great hormones from an exhausting bike ride and an ever better weekend.

"Awww... When you takin' me biking?" She replied, lowering her voice a bit, as she was still at work.

"Anytime!" I responded, nearly crashing into a pack of marathon trainers, as I took my eyes off the road for a split second.

"Listen. Let me finish up a few things, so I can get the fuck outta here. Call you later?"

"For sure!" I replied, rounding the bend past Conservatory Gardens in the park's northeast corner.

"Muah." She blew me a kiss.

"Back atcha babe." I blew her one back and we hung up.

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I was soaked when I got home. I peeled the sweatiest clothes from my body and stood naked in my apartment as the AC began doing its thing. My cock hung heavy as thoughts of Kristin and our back to back weekends and whatever might lay ahead swirled in my head. I was rock hard within seconds. I stood in front of mine and Kristin's favorite full length mirror and struck some pornstar poses. I squeezed my shaft at the base and stuck my tongue out. My cock was about to explode.

I grabbed Kristin's 'vagina' g-string from my dresser and put it on. It still wasn't a great fit and for sure Kristin looked WAY better in it than I did, but God did I feel fucking sexy. I pulled the sides up high on my hips, in the fashion that girls on Instagram often do to accentuate their curves. My balls hung low out one leg hole and my cock stood completely horizontal. I made a kissy face and snapped a mirror selfie for Kristin. As I neared the edge, I jacked the entirety of my shaft with a fury until I came like crazy in long, sticky ropes. I let out such a growl as the full intensity of the orgasm rippled through my body.

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I sat on the floor of a cool to lukewarm shower. I was exhausted from the ride, but the exhaustion from Friday night seemed to have finally caught up with me. I emerged after however long and collapsed on the sofa in just a towel. I grabbed the remainder of last night's bedtime blunt, took however many puffs and passed out.

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I woke up to the familiar sound of NYC sirens. Police, ambulance, fire,whatever, you name it. All part of the fun of living in New York. I ordered a pizza, opened a beer and turned on the TV. Kristin had texted me a few times just seeing what I was up to and realizing I had probably fallen asleep.

"Mornin'!" I texted with a hint of sarcasm.

Kristin: There you are, sleepy =).

Jay: I was tired =)

Kristin: Beautiful day for a ride.

Jay: Especially if it's my face you're riding....

Kristin: It's ALWAYS a good day for that... You miss my vagina, baby? You want something to suck on, baby?

Two mouth-watering photos of her very creamy vagina came through immediately. Her clit stood plump and erect, practically the size of a small thumb. I could actually feel my hormones go berserk.

I pulled up the shot I had taken of myself earlier for her, posing in her panties like a pornslut. My cock throbbed as I hit send.

Kristin: That's my sexy baby...

Jay: You make me feel extra sexy, I hope you know that...

Kristin: Like when I'm squatting on your fucking face? Like when I stuff my vagina in your mouth, baby? Does that make you feel extra sexy?

I paused for a moment, unsure if I wanted to one-up her on the raunchiness. The way that Kristin spoke and spoke about herself in such liberated fashion was such a turn on.

Kristin: I told you I'd keep you well fed baby

Jay: I'll never doubt you... =)

Kristin: And what about Tasha, baby? She's quite delicious too =)

Two more photos came through, one of which was the same one she had flashed me on her way out the door on Saturday. I hadn't forgotten about Kristin's tease of a threesome, but I was happy to keep my attention on her and not her friend for the time being. I actually really liked Kristin and had a feeling she'd bring her friend up again anyway. And she did.

Tasha was noticeably taller than Kristin and perhaps a bit more proportionate. In the photo Kristin had shown me at my apartment, she and Tasha were on vacation somewhere together, looking all tan and glowing in their evening wear. The other photo was from perhaps the same trip. They stood skin glistening, bikini-clad on some tropical beach. Kristin's enormous titties all but burst from her bright turquoise top. Her thighs looked giant and delicious. Her smile, however, was always my favorite part.

Tasha was an Instagram thirst-trap. Big, black and beautiful, she had to be close to six feet tall. Her skin was VERY dark and, like Kristin, her breasts hung HEAVY with cleavage galore. But what stood out immediately was what appeared to be a noticeably athletic (perhaps even muscular?) build; on full display in such a skimpy bikini.

Jay: Y'all probably SLAYED the beach looking like that.

Kristin: Obvi.

Jay: She's gorgeous.

Kristin: Yeah she is...

Jay: She looks strong...

Kristin: She sure is...=)

Jay: I could see the three of us enjoying ourselves together. =)

Kristin: I could see your face buried in Tasha's asscrack while I milk your dick... Could you see that?

Jay: I could DEFINITELY see that... Could you see two tongues squirming around in your pussy... Maybe a tongue on your clit and a tongue on your shithole? ... Because I could definitely see that too.

Kristin: Mmmmmmmmm...YESSSS...

I pressed record and shot Kristin a VERY intimate clip of an equally passionate orgasm. My toes curled. I let out such a growl as I came all over my belly, my chest and my balls. I hit send.

Kristin: God that looks fucking good.

Jay: When can I see you again?

Kristin: Take me out for dinner one night this week?

Jay: How's tomorrow?

Kristin: Not as good as Wednesday.

Jay: Wednesday it is =)

Kristin: =)

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I didn't know what else Kristin had going on in her life. She worked in corporate, doing mostly HR and other related tasks. She definitely gave off the vibe that she made a bunch of money and seemed to have way more nighttime work events to go to than I ever did. It was also fair to assume Kristin was probably talking to other guys too. She did have quite the appetite. But for whatever reason it was, I'd have to wait till Wednesday night to see her.

I tried to continue my detox from the rabbit hole as much as possible and not just sit on my couch, jerking off to thoughts of Kristin or any of the other delightful conquests written about in these volumes.

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When Wednesday night rolled around, I met Kristin at a very packed 'Blondies' on 79th street. With game 4 of the NBA finals that night, I was smart enough to know when to make a reservation for a table at a popular sports bar. We exchanged a wet kiss out front and shortly after that were shown our table.

Kristin looked sexy even in her work clothes. She dressed corporate casual and very much looked like she was in fact a big deal at work. Dressed like this, and with her glasses on she resembled a chunkier (and sexier) Alex from Modern Family even more so than I had thought previously. The curves, the dimples, the glasses, the big breasts and warm smile. All of it. Kristin silenced her phone and put it in her purse, signaling the official end of her work day. She exhaled. She smiled at me and reached out across the table, taking my hands in hers.

"Miss me?" Kristin asked sweetly.

"SO much." I replied.

"Good."

It had only been a couple of days but I did miss her. And not just the wild, indulgent sex. Kristin was interesting and fun. And she made me super comfortable being me. She was somewhat unpredictable, super easy going and really just tremendous fun, for lack of a better way to describe her. So I missed her.

"What did you miss most about me?" She batted her eyelashes, flirtatiously.

I thought about this for a second and realized going forward I should have a good start having a good answer to this question.

"Well that's not easy..." I paused for a moment, holding her hands a bit tighter in mine. "...But one of the things I missed about you in particular... was..." I paused again. "...the way you drive me absolutely wild when you smile at me and when you say all sorts of sweet things to me, many of which I shouldn't say out loud in this restaurant."

She smiled. "You have all the right answers tonight, it seems."

I smiled back as the waitress came to take our drink order.

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Blondies was rockin and rollin' with the NBA finals in full swing. And it just felt really nice to be out to dinner with Kristin. I wasn't sure if I were actually having real feelings for her or if it were just the insanely hot sex, but this was just a lot of fun, and I was pretty happy.

"I'm still struggling to understand why a stud like you is prowling for freaks on the internet." She had half-jokingly said to me at one point. "Seems like you should have no problem meeting women in New York... You're handsome and friendly and CLEAN and you smell good and have your own place that isn't some junk studio." She went on.

I smiled at her and thought for a moment. "Adventure? Intrigue? Something like that perhaps?" I responded genuinely. "And let's not forget which freak posted the listing for this stud to find on such a prowl."

I winked at her and she could only blush.

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With the bill paid, Kristin and I walked hand and hand up Amsterdam Avenue on a sticky June night. Tipsy as hell, I don't remember what we talked about, but there were brief pauses for kisses and teases and flirts and giggles. We kissed deeply in the short elevator ride up to my apartment and it wasn't more than a moment or two after my apartment door closed behind us, that I had my tongue right back down her throat and two handfuls of her heavy breasts.

"I need a fucking shower." Kristin said, sighing after our kiss broke. "I am fucking SWEATY and being in my work clothes ain't helping." She chuckled, struggling with her blouse as she pulled it over her head.

"Come peel me out of these?" She giggled, sauntering towards the bathroom, her thumbs hooked in the waistline of her skirt.

It was humid out and I was pretty sticky myself. And I certainly didn't need any more of an invitation to get wet and soapy with my new bestie. I followed her to the bathroom and started the shower. A moment later and with a little assistance, Kristin was completely naked. Her tits hung. Her thighs were meaty and sweaty. I couldn't wait to fucking devour her.

I removed whatever clothing I had left as quickly as I could. My rock hard dick sprang from my boxers as they fell to the floor. Kristin never broke eye contact as she approached me and took my shaft aggressively in her hand.

"I missed you too." She said. This wasn't cute or flirtatious. She was serious.

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I spoiled Kristin in the shower. I ran soapy hands all over her back and shoulders, giving her the rubdown and massage I knew she wanted and needed and deserved. She adjusted herself as I got to work, standing with her legs spread just a bit and leaned over, resting her forearms on the tiled wall. I groped and kneaded at her arms and neck with slippery, soapy hands. I ran my hands down her arms and out to her fingertips and squeezed and massaged and just did everything to her that seemed like it felt good. I reached around her with soapy hands and kneaded her heavy, wet breasts. I grabbed at her areola and pinched her nipples with wet, slippery fingers. I held them from behind her, appreciating the size and the weight of them in my hands, all the while my penis sitting snuggly in Kristin's asscrack. I dropped to a squat and washed her legs and her feet. I squeezed and massaged her thick thighs and her soft cavs, planting sweet kisses on her asscheeks as I soaped her lower half. I groped at her pussy and her asscrack with soapy, slippery hands, eliciting Kristin's deepest groans so far. If she weren't standing, she probably would have passed out. I couldn't blame her. I knew the effect this was having on her.

"Ohhhh...fuck... " she panted, almost caught off guard as my soapy fingertips found her clit and her butthole.

I stood up, not releasing my grip.

"I've got you by the fucking pussy..." I whispered in her ear as my hands worked her parts, groping her from front and back.

"Uhhhnnnnnn..." She groaned. "You know you're gonna fuckin' get it when we get out of this shower..."

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While Kristin finished up, I took the opportunity to dry off, throw on a jazz record and roll a small blunt. By the time she emerged from the bathroom however many minutes later, I was lying comfortably in bed, blunt in hand, my engorged cock in the other.

Kristin, as always, looked amazing naked. She had brushed her hair straight and even from across the room, I could smell how clean she was. Her nipples stood fat and hard. Her pussy was hidden between her thighs.

"Mmmm... now this is a view I could get used to." Kristin said. "...sexy man with a big hard dick and a blunt... Yes please, Mister..." She went on, climbing into bed with me.