When sober, my wife, Sandy, would not entertain the idea of a threesome or another man between her thighs...however, I've noticed that her interests and resistance seem to change, at least verbally, when she has had about three strong shots of tequila or rum, and her conversations take on a more sexual tone, especially about various men she happens to see wherever we are for the evening.

Ordinarily, if a guy is sitting at a bar and makes eye contact with her, she'll look away and avoid him, but with a foundation of some good alcohol, she'll let her glance linger with his, and then say something like, " Hmm, that guy seems interested in my 'mind'...wonder what kind of a package he has to offer?"  Or, "Hmm, wonder what he'd do if I walked over and sat on his lap?"  I would really like to find out.

Knowing that she would never be able to actually do anything about this, even when 3/4 in the bag, I decided to move thigs along to the fulfillment of a longstanding dream of mine and give her also what she secretly wanted, which was what I too had secretly wanted for years...to give her to another man while I watched, and filmed, her willing seduction and bedding!

She would never do it voluntarily, but her intoxicated conversation-confessions had clearly shown me that her other self really wanted to find out how another man would feel between her legs...and I also wanted to watch another man between her legs, so I set about to make that happen.

Several weeks of browsing in the "Seeking" ads on a popular website offered a wide variety of potential players, and after some initial forays and emails, I finally chose Dan, who lived in a town about an hour from ours.  We exchanged pics...mine of my wife in a bikini and in a wet t-shirt (see the pic) and his of his body and particularly of his rather large, stiff, cock...which he was offering...a nine incher with girth to match.  I didn't know if Sandy could take that much, but now with things moving along, I hoped to find out.

I worked out the scenario...on a Friday night we would go to a favorite watering hole with a live band and a dance floor, and Dan would precede us.  Worst case would be that he wouldn't show and Sandy and I would just enjoy another night of drinking and dancing to some good tunes.  But best case, if Dan did come, I would 'enhance' Sandy's straight up tequilas with a little magic potion... specifically some 190 proof grain laced with a bit of rohypnol,... and soon she would be ready for anything Dan and I wanted to do.   She would enjoy her deeply buried fantasy of a fun fuck.  I would get my fantasy of watching and filming her being serviced by a heavily hung young stud, and Dan would get his nuts off into a sensuous, tight, hot lady.  A win,win,win situation if there ever was one.

The chosen Friday night came and we got dressed to go.  I suggested to Sandy that she wear that "squishy" bra, which was like no bra at all...and a little tiny thong under her fairly short skirt.  She said, "Unh Hnn...and what are you expecting from this....quick access to the good stuff?"

I laughed and replied, "Well, I just want to make all your secret lovers stand around with hard-ons while I rub and fondle you on the dance floor...and maybe one of them will work up his nerve to ask you to dance and do a little fondling himself."  To which she snorted, "Yeah, fat chance!"  and to which I thought, "A lot fatter than you'd ever suspect, sweet thing."

So off we went to Charley's, one of our favorite spots, and quickly we found a table near the back of the room in the shadows.  I went to fetch our drinks and to check on Dan, and sure enough, he was there...the Plan was on!  I got our drinks, and as Dan watched, I added just a bit of 'potion' to Sandy's...and then took Dan in to introduce him as a colleague from my many trade shows.  He played the game and explained that he was down from Philadelphia visiting friends and was delighted to run into an "old trade show buddy."  He then excused himself after some light conversation.

A few numbers later, after Sandy and I had worked up a little sweat on the dance floor and she had inhaled most of her drink, Dan came in to ask her to dance, as per plan.  I got her a fresh drink which I liberally laced with the 'combo' of 190 and roofies...and the game was fully in play!  Two fast numbers later, she and Dan returned and she slurped half her drink down for liquid.  The night was now set, and I smiled broadly at Dan.   He knew it, and smiled back!   He excused himself and Sandy proceeded to finish the rest of her drink.  Things would soon begin!  I excused myself for a run to the bathroom...told Dan, "about 30 minutes" and went back to our table.

Surely enough, in about 30 minutes Sandy was having trouble making full sentences, and the time was now!  I scooped her up and guided her toward the exit, nodding to Dan on the way and he trailed behind us.  We reached the car with Sandy almost out on her feet, and I said, "Oh, Dan needed to come early tonight, so I'm giving him a ride home, in the car, now!"   This made no impression on her at all.  Then I said that we'd get into the back seat since Dan knew just what he was doing...and we did.  Dan got into the drivers seat and we began driving away.  Very quickly and right on schedule, Sandy tilted over and soon eased into deep slumberland in my lap...all according to the playbook... We were right on track!

I reached behind the seat of our wagon, picked up both a video camera and a pair of scissors, then turned the camera on and handed it to Dan to focus on Sandy as I 'prepared' her for the evening's ride.  I also reached down into the door's side pocket and retrieved one of those sleep masks and put them on my dozing wife before turning on the interior overhead light.  I had earlier decided that trying to pull her entire sweater off and remove her bra was a bit too much trouble, and instead, I'd simply snip the spaghetti shoulder straps of the bra and sacrifice it for this evening's events, so I set about doing just that....I rolled Sandy forward, eased her sweater up so I could get to her large full breasts with ease, snipped the strapss at the rear of her bra and unfastened it, letting her magnificent mounds fall free as I pulled the bra forward.  After fondling them for a minute and thinking, "Oh you full rounded, beauties, someone else will be playing with you in just a couple of minutes," I told Dan, "OK, I think the lady is just about ready to begin tonight's entertainment."  I eased the sweater back down over her tits as he pulled off into a parking lot, and we got ready to exchange places.  He was filming all of this for my later viewing.

He got out, then opened my door, and he and I gently exchanged positions, his now being in the back seat with my drugged wife lying in his lap.  I got into the drivers seat and turned, while running the camera, and said, "I told Sandy on the walk out to the car that you had to come early tonight and I was giving you a ride in the car now...what I didn't tell her was that it was so she could give you a ride between her legs, later...and that you were going to cum, in her!

He smiled and I continued, "Well, you've seen the pictures of these nice tits, and we have about 15 minutes driving ahead of us...quite enough time I'd think for you to let your hands do some exploring and become quite intimately familiar with those beauties....so enjoy them and have fun...for now they're all yours!  As I turned to face forward and start the drive home, I could see him sliding Sandy's sweater up and beginning to fondle her nice rounded tits with their rose-hued little nipples.  The night was underway!  My camera was catching it all! My cock was straining against my Levis with the enormity of this evening.

We drove on to the house in a quiet suburban area, and I flicked off the overhead light.  I opened the backseat door to gently pull my fuzzy wife into a semi-upright position for the move into the house.  Dan moved on ahead of with the camera and stood in the shadows filming us as I maneuvered Sandy down the walk and into the front door, heading her straight upstairs.  I knew she would have to pee at a critical minute, so directed her into the bathroom and then over onto our big kingsized bed where she promptly lapsed again into a semi-conscious state. I peeked out into the hall and directed Dan to our guest room telling him to "give me a couple of minutes to get her ready" and then he should join us for fun and games.  I took the camera and went back into our bedroom to prepare Sandy for the first strange cock she had had in many years.  I set the camera up on its tripod and turned it on.

She was dozing and hardly waked up at all when I sat her up, removed her sweater and skirt, and then her thong, leaving her wholly naked, legs spread, on the bed.  I knew that in just moments Dan would come through the door, see this beautiful blond lying ready to receive, and go instantly into hard dick action on her lovely defenseless body.  I also reached above the mattress behind her head and extracted a soft, silken rope that I used to tie her arms above her head 'prisoner' fashion so she wouldn't be able to reach down and remove her light mask or interfere with whatever was being done to her.  She was truly a 'captive' available for whatever Dand wanted to do to her sensuous body.  I leaned over and licked her clit several times.  She stiffed a little, but didn't really wake up.

Dan came into the room, naked and half aroused, and smiled broadly when he saw what was waiting for him.  I picked up the camera for some better angles on my filming as he moved up onto the bed, opened her legs wider, and gently dove into her muff for some early "dining at the 'Y'"    As expected, Sandy's body began to respond to his tongue, which was thrusting up and down over her clit and soon she began to roll her hips up and down to meet his probing.  In only a minute she was moaning and bucking as he ate into her growing wetness!  He obviously was enjoying it too since his cock now looked like a miniature forearm hanging below his stomach.  Watching him push that into Sandy was going to be unbelievable!

He moved in between her thighs and began easing the head of his cock in between her now very wet cunt lips, gaining a little more and a little entry with each thrust forward.  His hands were squeezing and fondling her full breasts as she was moaning, "Uhnnn....uhnnn...uhnnn" each time he pushed into her a little further.  His big cockhead disappeared, then an inch and another inch as he rocked forward and she pulled down on his hips with her legs digging into his ass. And suddenly with a hard lunge he was in!   All nine inches were buried in my wife up to his balls and she was moaning and squealing with pain and pleasure.... "Ahhhh.....ahhhhh.....ohhhhh yesss" as she pulled back and forth while I filmed the ride....and then she climaxed in a wild frenzy of humping and flinging about on her silk 'restraints' and growling and moaning like in the days of our earliest lovemaking...completely out of control to the sensations raging betweem her thighs.  The Dan came...unable I guess to resist the fierce sensual animal that he was riding, and I kept filming as he shuddered and thrust harder as he exploded into Sandy's writhing body!    And they were spent.  Lying exhausted on the bed, they gradually caught their breath and I filmed from different angles as Dan's huge cock softened and slipped from my wife's well lubricated pussy!  I had my film, Dan had his hot fuck, and Sandy had her first strange cock in 15 years.  It was a win,win,win for us all, and I have the tape to prove it!

I drove Dan back to his car at Charley's and we parted, never to meet again. A repeat performance wasn't what this was all about, and anyway, all of us had what we wanted.  I keep the tape well hidden, and take it out for viewing when I want to get a rush to go jump Sandy's bones for no apparent reason...and with the roofies I put in her drink that night, she only has a vague memory of a few of the events that occurred...so everything has happened right according to plan.

Would love to show you the video, but that just can't happen...so let your imagination fill in the picture part of this.  I'll have to keep the original for 'private screenings.'  Maybe one of these days I'll need to add a second evening and film to the collection.

Nuzzle@Hotmail.com

“Wake up.” A gentle shake.

Still no response.

“Wake up! Wake UP!” The voice was exasperated and a violent shake accompanied the order. Finally, there was some measure of movement. The form under the covers groaned and arched its back.

“Dave Mathews! For the love of me, WAKE UP!”

Dave remained totally inexpressive and simply said something that sounded like “Mnaaaarrrrrrr…”. The other figure got decidedly furious. It kicked the covers off itself and jumped out of the (fairly) spacious bed. Dave must have been partly awake because he inferred the figure’s intentions. He clung to the covers more tightly and tried to spin them around him but the figure got the better of him.

One minute he was half conscious, the next, the covers were ripped off his body and thrown on the floor. He still wouldn’t get up and curled into a ball, trying to conserve what little heat his body could generate on this cool morning. He finally opened one eye and peered at the figure towering above him.

“Gwen …”

Gwen glowered at him from the height of her five feet six inches. Her brown silky hair was falling on her shoulders, the sun shinning through the white curtains making it look golden. Her normally jovial face was contorted with frustration. Her hands were resting delicately on her hips. Delicate. Graceful. Elegant. These words described her.

She was dressed in a tee two sizes too large for her elfin body and her pink cotton panties. Nothing else. She was the most beautiful creature Dave had ever seen. He smiled and patted the bed next to him, uncurling a bit to offer more space. Gwen managed to maintain her angry demeanour for about five seconds before breaking down and sliding next to her boyfriend.

She giggled slightly as he slid his left leg on her right hip. He reached behind her and stroked her hair. Her hazel eyes were searching the depths of his black eyes for any sign of excitement. None. He was simply holding her, like she liked it. No sex on his mind, only being with his beloved girlfriend mattered. She smiled again and kissed him lightly on the lips.

That simple contact sent shivers along her spine, making her curl a bit and pull her guy closer to her. His strong arms were pressing her against him, her nose just above his shoulder and her hands stroking his bare back. She smelled his sweaty odour, remnant of last night’s activities.

She didn’t want to leave the bed but she started to sit up and reached for her slippers. She was halfway up when Dave snagged her right hand. His face was still pushed in the pillow under him and his eyes were closed but he was smiling a small mischievous smile. He pulled her back down and covered them both with the thick woolen covers. He moved over her and kissed her deeply, sliding his hands down her svelte body until they reached her undergarments.

Gwen laughed. She wrapped her arms around his neck lightly as he continued to kiss her lips, her face, her cheeks, her neck. Her panties were now at her ankles. She slowly drew one leg out of the cloth. She could feel his hardness through his blue boxers. She closed her eyes.

“You have to work today, don’t you?” she murmured.

Dave was nuzzling her neck and had his boxers down to his knees. He slowly moved to her sweet, sweet opening. With one gentle push, he was inside her. She squealed as he answered.

“I’m going to be late.”

Someone standing outside the room would have heard the squeaks of the old bed and the laughter of two lovebirds. That someone could have interrupted the festivities, but the house was currently empty, save for those two. Dave’s parents had left to visit a relative somewhere in the city. They had the house to themselves, which explained the series of ragged moans that emanated from the closed room. And the grunting.

 

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Another day at school. Boring, boriiiiing. Dave was walking in the corridors, looking jaded. Third period was about to begin but he couldn’t care less if he missed the class. Nowadays, he was easily distracted, thanks to his budding relationship with Gwen. He’d have to change that soon. He could not allow himself to be distracted, certainly not now, before the exams. His mom was on his back day and night, telling him to make her proud, what will people think if you fail?

He shook his head. His mom was always worrying about what people would think. He entered the almost empty classroom and sat down, taking his books out of his bag. A smile suddenly broke his gloomy face. He was reminiscing the morning he had had last Saturday. Gwen was so soft and delicate, yet so fiery and wild. The smile turned into a grin. The bell sounded and students started flocking in.

He was already starting to get a hard-on. Think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts for God’s sake. I don’t want to give everyone a show. The old teacher stepped in and closed the door. Dave was able to control his libido and settle down. He was still smiling, though.

 

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The bell sounded third period. Gwen looked up from the book she was reading and saw people rushing to their respective classes. She carefully marked her page and got up. She lazily opened her locker, put the book in and took out her small bag. The Physics teacher was always five minutes late. She checked her hair in the small mirror and smiled approvingly.

Her brown mane was tickling her back slightly. She reached behind her and scratched herself. A couple of jocks passing by eyed her hungrily. Understandable. She was wearing a green skirt whose hem dangled two inches above her knees and a blue shirt. Dave had told her she looked good enough to be placed between two slices of bread. His words. Her digital watch and her black Nikes seemed a bit out of place but they were gifts from Dave, so she wore them and the consequences be damned.

She sat in her chair and fiddled with a lock of hair absently. She was smiling idly, recalling Saturday morning. Dave was so… great. She might have said fantastic, extraordinary, superhuman, a pure sex machine, but she was feeling a bit realistic. Great would do for now. Newman was droning on about who the hell knew what. She smiled in anticipation. Dave was supposed to meet her for lunch.

 

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They got out of the janitor’s closet, making sure to appear as natural as possible and failing miserably. At least, there was no one around to spot the two of them. Gwen’s hair was disheveled, strands sticking out of her silky mane. Her shirt was un-tucked and her skirt had been hastily pulled up. Dave was in no better shape. His black T-shirt was rumpled and sticking out of his jeans. His neck-length hair was a scraggly mess and he was breathing heavily. His zipper was still open and he proceeded to pull it up.

They straightened their clothes in the relative silence and smiled at each other. They had been a little quick, but what the hell? Sex is sex, you can’t be too choosy. Gwen walked towards the cafeteria and giggled. Dave swatted her on the butt and jumped out of her arm’s reach, laughing wildly. Gwen stifled a laugh and chased him down the corridor until he stopped, snagged her in his strong arms and kissed her deeply and passionately, like he had a few minutes earlier.

They walked to lunch grinning, hand in hand, like they had always done since their date. They had officially been a couple for four straight months, with no sign of any argument. People were no longer surprised to see them kiss in public at the park or on the benches or in front of their houses.

They were so enthralled in each other that they didn’t see the blonde peering from behind a row of lockers. Nor did they see her murderous stare.

 

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School could not end soon enough. Dave was walking towards the double doors that signaled freedom, trying to spot his girlfriend. He was quietly waiting for her when he saw a blonde figure approach him and endeavor to catch his eye. He turned to the figure and exhaled loudly.

The girl in front of him was tantalizingly beautiful. She was tall, perhaps 5’9”, had long, straight, honey-blonde hair that hung between her shoulder blades. Her face had a childish, almost petulant, look that made her immensely pleasant to look at. Her nose was slender, like Gwen’s. Flaxen, if a little bushy, eyebrows mounted above crystal blue eyes told him she was a natural and not some K-Mart product. Her lips were presently elegantly stretched in a small smile that lit her whole face. His gaze was drawn to the rest of her body. The first thing he noticed was her chest. It was difficult not to. He figured she was a D cup or something like that. These twin mounds dwarfed the rest of the lean body, almost bizarrely so. She had legs that went up to the moon, a fact not lost on him. She was adorned with a blue miniskirt and a sleeveless red tee that left nothing to the imagination. He could see her attributes stretching the fabric tight, two nipples sticking out quite obviously.

Dave was blown for a moment by the stranger’s splendor. Aphrodite has come to visit me. And it looks like she’s got the hots for me. The girl offered her hand, which he shook lightly. She had a soft grip. He stepped back and stuffed his hands in his pockets. He was grateful he was wearing denim, for his nether regions were trying to burst his boxers. The stranger checked him out, eyes lingering on his muscled arms. She finally spoke.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

“I know this is a bit awkward, but I’ve been looking for you.”

“For me?”

“Uh-huh,”

“Can I ask what for?”

“I’m new around school. I’ve just been transferred from Falls High. You know about the high school, don’t you?”

He did know about the school. Falls High was old and falling apart. Parents had protested and had finally been able to get the administration to move their kids to several other high schools within easy range of Falls High. Green Hills High had absorbed a sizable quantity of these students.

“Yes. What can I do for you?”

“Well, like I said, I’m new and I need some help getting around. I’m also a bit… lacking in the English department and Ms Rodriguez told me to refer to you. You’re kind of a writing guru from what I hear.”

“It figures. Rodriguez always sends me her students. The price of fame. Why do you need my help to get around school?”

She blushed slightly, making blood rush to her cheeks. It made her all the more lovely. “Every guy I’ve talked to tried to hit on me or tried to paw me. You’re the first one to hold a civil conversation. Plus, I was wondering if you could help me with your English prowess.” She suddenly looked him in the eye, an eager look on her face. “Is it true? The stories about you?”

“What stories?”

“They say you wrote a thousand page long novel in one year. That you scored the highest English marks in Green Hills High’s history.”

Dave was suddenly feeling a bit uncomfortable. He didn’t like talking about his talent. “Maybe.” He saw Gwen waiting for him on top of the stairs. Uh oh. Here comes Aphrodite’s rival. With a capital R. She was looking at the stranger dubiously. He waved at her. “You’re getting to meet my girlfriend. There she is.”

Gwen sauntered to them and slid her right arm around his left arm, almost possessively. My oh my, are we getting jealous Miss Mitchels? She looked at the girl expectantly.

“By the way, what’s your name?”

She was startled. “Oh, I forgot to mention it. Sandra Jurgens.” She offered Gwen her hand. The two girls briefly pumped their hands up and down and quickly let go, as if sensing their mutual uneasiness. “I should probably get going,” Sandra said, glancing at Gwen.

She walked away slowly, as if looking for someone then accelerated her pace. Gwen turned to him and he was surprised to see the angry, almost hurt expression on her face.

“Who the hell was that? What did she want?” she spat.

“Whoa there, tiger!” Dave said, raising his hands in a gesture of peace. “I wasn’t doing anything wrong! We were just talking! Apparently, she has some problems getting around school and Rodriguez wants me to tutor her a bit. That’s all I swear. She didn’t want to go down on me or anything like that.”

“I don’t give a damn! Look at her! She looks like a slut,” she said sullenly.

“That’s just because she’s pretty. Every beautiful girl finds other beautiful girls that talk to their boyfriends sluttish. It’s a universal rule.”

Gwen continued to glower at him, so he gently took her in his arms. He stroked her hair, a move he knew would sooth her. She didn’t respond at first, then slid her arms around him. He hugged her firmly, still stroking her hair.

“Do you really think that I would leave you for the first big-titted girl that crosses my path, even if she is very attractive?” he said softly. “I’m disappointed. I thought you had more faith in me.”

Gwen sniffled and pressed her face into his shoulder. “I was scared. I didn’t want to risk losing you. That girl looks like a slut from Playboy. I guess that’s why I overreacted.” She reached up to play with his hair. “She’s just so beautiful,” she added.

Dave took a half step back, lifting her chin up with his forefinger. Gwen’s eyes were slightly red and puffy. Damn! She had been crying. “Hey, hey. Look at me.” She averted her gaze then stared in his deep eyes. He leaned in and planted a long, deep kiss on her quivering lips. He felt her loosen up a little, pressing against him more firmly, probing his mind with that one kiss. He let her do her thing while he poured all the passion he felt for her in this embrace.

They finally parted, slightly out of breath. Gwen rearranged her hair and smoothed her clothes. “I’m sorry,” she said, whipping her eyes with the back of her hands. “I’m just being stupid. Stupid, insecure girl.”

Dave kissed her forehead and put an arm around her waist, steering her in the direction of her house. “Don’t ever say that again. You’re my girlfriend. My girl can’t be all those horrible things. She’s strong, she’s determined, she doesn’t let a blonde step on her. She’ll fight to the death for her guy. Let’s walk you home. You’ll feel better, I promise.”

They did indeed walk to her house, although it was something like twenty-five blocks away. Gwen did feel better and kissed her guardian angel one last time before stepping inside her house, no longer insecure and safe in Dave’s heart.

 

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The next weeks passed in a haze. Dave had taken up tutoring Sandra (or Sandy, as she insisted he called her), much to Gwen’s displeasure at first. She had cooled down though. She no longer shot poor Miss Jurgens hostile looks whenever she talked to her hubby. They had started the foundations of a friendship and were becoming steadily closer. Gwen appeared more comfortable, less envious of her new friend’s figure. Sandy, became more confident and was outright mean to boys daring to even stare at her chest as she walked by. She was developing quite an ice-queen rep.

All was well until the exams hit home. They had two months to cram everything their teachers had been talking about in their brain. It did not strain their relationship though. They would meet regularly, talk about their problems, try to find good solutions and depart to study some more before regrouping. Of course, some people did not approve of Dave walking around with two hot chicks on his arms everywhere he went. His mom kept telling him about what the elder inhabitants of Green hills were saying.

The exam week came and they all tried their damned-fucking best to score major. This year was not uneventful. A girl almost ripped her hair off in a fit of hysterics after finding out that she had wrongly answered a question. Guys were hitting the booze so heavily after tests that the schoolyard was often littered with beer cans and drying puke. No ones nerves were spared during this awful period of the year.

By the end of the exams, their nerves were wound so tight, they thought they were going to burst. They finally agreed to meet in a bar and got drunk together to celebrate the end of it all. Sandy’s brother had to literally drag them into his car to get them home. They puked everywhere when they reached their respective lawns. Story was that Dave had fallen asleep on his porch and his mom had found him snoring while getting her morning paper.

Now, three weeks after the last test paper, they had decided to meet again for a road trip, with their parents’ blessings. Sandy’s older brother, Bert, was coming along, to provide some measure of control over the teens.

 

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The trip consisted of traveling to Lake Eidenger, thirty-two miles from Green Hills. They would have peace and tranquility. Bert had brought along his girlfriend, Rita, a cute Mexican with a shiny mane of raven hair. They settled on the lake’s bank late one morning, setting up their tents and gathering wood for campfire. When they had finished, they went for a long swim in the lake’s cool water. Bert and his liberal girlfriend went skinny-dipping and disappeared for the better part of two hours. No asking what they were doing.

They all had separate tents but Gwen was rarely alone in hers. Dave would always slip inside in the middle of the night and they would cuddle until the wee hours of morning before waking up wrapped in each other’s arms. Sandy was feeling a little lonely, particularly at night when everyone else would have his or her sweetheart spooning with him or her.

Dave and Gwen decided to give her a surprise. They prepared a picnic on one of the many boats that littered the banks. The next morning when Sandy woke up, she gave a small squeal of appreciation and immediately hoped into one of the two shoddy embarkations. They took off for rest of the day, eating, fishing, talking about the exams’ aftermath, just being normal teens.

When they got back, Sandy was bombed. She had drunk a full six-pack of Bud and had barfed repeatedly in the water. When they disembarked on the bank, they found that Bert and his girl had taken a hike and would be back VERY late. Dave and Gwen, who had moderated their drinking, were still standing. Only two beers each. Sandy hit the floor in her tent and started snoring after five minutes. Dave and Gwen were left alone, all alone.

“Well, she sure is happy,” Gwen said.

“No kidding.”

“Maybe she should get a boyfriend or a pet. She sure looks lonely.”

“It’s a bit difficult. Her mom doesn’t want a pet and almost every guy who seems interested in her thinks of only one thing: her chest.”

“It’s kind of difficult not to.”

“Maybe I could find someone who isn’t interested in the bodily attributes…”

They both considered the idea for a few minutes. “Impossible. Pure platonic love just doesn’t exist,” Gwen said.

“You know you’re insulting the entire male population of the world?”

She grinned mischievously. “I am. Why? Are you gonna spank me?” There was a glint in her eye as she said that.

Dave was interested. Lately their routine was becoming… well, routine. A change of scenery was a first step; maybe she would want to do something more… exotic. Gwen leaned towards him, kissing him full on the lips. He savored the moment before she quit and got up.

She led him by the hand outside to the lake’s bank and sat down. Dave was wondering what they were doing here, one hour before sunset, when his girlfriend pulled him down and kissed him again. He felt himself melt into her, her silken hair brushing his face, her soft lips hungrily pressed on his, the promise of things to come hanging in that embrace.

He felt hand son his back rubbing his shoulders softly. He probed Gwen’s mouth with his tongue, feeling her respond aggressively. There was nothing left of the shyness and gaucherie of their first time. She was a new Gwen, completely confident in her ability to make her man salivate with anticipation.

She started to undress him. His shirt dropped to the soft earth and comfy grass while his jeans went flying dangerously close to the water’s edge. He felt nimble hands press against his strong chest. He broke the passionate kiss and started to take her clothes off. He carefully unbuttoned her white shirt and let it slide down her back. He ran a finger along her spine, making her shudder and making goose bumps rise on her delicate skin.

He could see the need on her face. Her breathing was coming in short, quick gasps. She wanted to be had right now it seemed. He smiled as he worked on her jeans. He peeled them off her skin with excruciating slowness, enjoying the way Gwen squirmed underneath him. He dropped her clothes in a bundle beside her. His dick was standing at attention, brushed by the gentle breeze that made the grass sway gently.

He made her lie back on the grass and watch the clouds. He made his way down to her love nest, all the while kissing her body. He probed her pussy with two fingers, slowly working them inside her. His tongue danced across her lips, tasting her sweet secretions. Gwen bucked her hips a little then pulled his head up.

Dave looked at her with a puzzled expression. She was smiling a little. He felt her wrap her fingers around his hard member and slowly stroke it. She quickened her motion and drew a moan from him. She stopped altogether and gave a gentle tug on the member. He brought his waist up to her mouth and waited for the delicious sensations to stroke his every nerve endings.

Instead, he heard her grunt a little. He looked down to see that her pussy was now in front of his face and her head was between his legs. He smiled. They had never tried the sixty-nine position before. He lay on her, careful not to hurt her with his body and felt her lips close around him. He moaned before catching a hint of the scent emanating from her legs.

He lowered his head and began to lick her all over. She squirmed a little then resumed her treatment. She was going slow, making him last as long as was humanly possible. He dipped his tongue between her lips and parted them gently with his forefingers. He gently and slowly passed his tongue over the inside of the lips.

The feeling between his legs was distracting him, as he was undoubtedly distracting her. She would often stop and he would feel her moan around his meat, which, frankly, was wonderful. He pushed his fingers deeper while keeping his tongue to the shallow levels. Gwen accelerated and he felt her tongue slid over his slit, sending jolts to his brain. He could feel his resistance erode.

He tried to hold himself like he had learned to and succeeded in bringing her to an orgasm just before she made him come in her beautiful mouth. The feeling was glorious. It felt like a suction pump was pulling his insides through his dick. He tried concentrating on Gwen’s flood, but his own eruption was clearly distracting him. As a result, Gwen’s face ended up covered with sperm while her juices were running down Dave’s chin.

He took his time and cleaned his girlfriend, careful to arouse her just enough to keep her in the mood. She did the same thing to him. When they were finished, they lay side by side on the grass. He stroked her breasts slowly, letting his fingers circle her nipples and occasionally touch and pinch them. Gwen got up and straddled him. He grunted when her body slid down his member and landed on his pelvis.

Gwen started to move up and down and leaned in to kiss him. He felt her tongue slowly lick his lips and probe his mouth and she accelerated her rhythm. She started to get worked up then suddenly stopped. She reached for her jeans and extracted a slender vibrator from her back pocket. Dave wondered how he could have missed it. He looked up to see Gwen’s mischievous smile. She leaned on him until her breasts were resting gently on his chest and slowly put the sex toy inside her, past his dick. She turned it on and sighed contentedly as the air filled with a buzzing sound.

Dave could scarcely believe it. The thing was sending spiked bolts of pleasure to his nerve endings. He felt Gwen resume her motion and put a hand to her pussy to keep the vibrator in place. She pinched her nipples gently, making them more erect than they already were.

This was great. He lay there as the sun started its slow descend towards the lake’s horizon. The sky was tinged a light orange, which gradually grew into a full-blown sunset as they continued to moan and writhe on the grass. As eternities passed, Gwen slowed and accelerated, always varying her pace, trying to squeeze him dry. If Dave hadn’t practiced so much, he would have let the floodgate be broken a long time ago.

He finally could not take it any more. He pulled her close to him, grinding his hips into her crotch. She was burning hot inside and he felt his seed empty in her bowels as she too came from the vibrator stuck in her. The toy was pushing his limits, making his dickhead shake like a leaf in a Texas storm.

He panted as Gwen reached behind her and extracted the thing from her insides. She smiled tiredly. This was a bit odd. She always seemed so energised after a session of lovemaking. She rolled off him and lay stroking his nipples slowly as she admired he dying light as the sun disappeared behind the ocean. Dave was still feeling a tingle in his shrinking dick, thanks to her care. It suddenly dawned on him that he hadn’t been wearing a rubber.

He turned to Gwen, an almost horrified expression on his face. She was still smiling. “I know, you forgot the rubber. It’s no big, I’m on the pill.”

“Since when?” The shock in his voice was evident.

“I’m eighteen now, dear, remember? I just asked my doctor some.” She shrugged. “I forgot to tell you.” She then smiled mischievously. “You won’t be needing those condoms under your bed anymore. I heard it’s better that way.”

“Yeah, right. And when you become pregnant, who will be blamed? Me.”

“Aaaaww… you’re being a spoilsport. Don’t tell me the sex wasn’t great.”

“It was. Great. Incredible. Heavenly.”

“The best sex you ever had?”

He scrunched his face, looking like he was trying to remember something. “No, maybe not.”

She hit him on the stomach, straddling his chest. “Liar! It was the best and you know it!” She kissed his lips ad played with his tongue for a moment, her right hand pressing against his left breast and her left hand stroking his growing member.

He sighed with pleasure. She was insatiable. Not that he complained. Whenever they had sex, she would do him things he didn’t know were possible and he would make her feel so good, just the memory of it was enough to make her soaking wet, or so she said. It might have been exaggeration but it was partly truth.

He was getting hard again, pumped to life by the hand moving slowly along his shaft. His tongue was racing in her mouth. She smiled and kissed the tip of his nose. His dick was pressing between her cheeks. She continued stroking it deliberately slowly to tease him. He closed his eyes for a second as she dug a bottle out of her jeans’ back pocket.

“Jesus, how much stuff do you have packed in that thing?”

She grinned. “Shut up, mister. On your knees.”

He readily complied. She popped the bottle open and squirted a large helping of what looked like jelly to his inexperienced eyes. She slowly applied it along his hard shaft, and even on his balls. Dave was curious. Was she thinking what he was thinking?

It seemed so. Gwen presented him her beautiful ass and pressed the mouth of the bottle into her asshole. He heard her grunt as cold jelly filled her ass. He was excited anew. They had often talked about anal sex but had rarely gone beyond some finger fucking – or finger-squeezed-into-dust-by-the-incredible-tightness-of-her. They had always stopped because she said it hurt real bad.

And now this. There was almost a bottle of jelly in her hole and the rest was on his dick. Gwen wriggled her ass a little. She turned to him, a smirk on her face.

“Go on, you know you want to.” She wriggled her bum once more to emphasise.

Dave was unsure how to begin. He probed her ass with a finger, trying to squeeze past the sphincter. It slid in but not without some effort. He slowly moved it in and out until it could move fairly quickly. He carefully inserted a second finger and heard Gwen utter a low cry. Careful. He let her get used to the invader before moving again. He glanced at his watch and saw that he had been doing this for nearly fifteen minutes.

He finally put in a third finger. His hand was starting to get sore. He moved even more slowly, careful not to hurt her until he heard her moan from his treatment. That was his signal. He positioned his cock at the entrance of the hole, sizing it up. Gwen was on all fours, offering herself doggy style. He pushed the head in. She inhaled sharply and exhaled shakily.

He pushed in one inch of meat. Then two. And three. Each time, he waited for her to adjust to his size. The pressure was incredible. It was squeezing his dick with each heartbeat. He finally pushed all of his six inches inside and let out a shaky breath. Her muscles were working him real good. He put his hands on her hips and slowly started to thrust.

Gwen couldn’t believe the feeling. It was like a huge turd was moving up her hole instead of down. It was both painful and pleasant. She had been prepared, having taken an enema before coming over. She had researched a little on the net and had come up with a way that was enjoyable to do it. Dave was ever so gentle as he penetrated her. He thrust one time, making her grunt. She felt the thing slid out before going in again. He repeated this little maneuver until her ass was less tight.

Dave was now pushing it in fairly quickly. Gwen was grunting with each thrust he made. Seeing her head bent, hair hiding her face and on all fours excited him like never before. It felt like he was dominating her, she was his bitch to do what he liked. He pushed harder. This time she cried out. He ignored her and pushed again. Her ass started responding by grinding back into him.

They continued this part pain, part pleasure movement until Dave felt that Gwen was ready for some fast action. He pulled himself almost out, leaving only the head inside and put his hands on her hips. Gwen must have guessed his intentions as she became still.

He took one deep breathe before pumping the ass beneath him. This time he pushed in like a maniac. At fist, Gwen cried and writhed but he wouldn’t let her get away. He continued his assault until her cries became moans and she pressed back against him. The pressure her ass was making made it difficult to control himself but he managed. He grabbed a fistful of her brown hair with his right hand and pulled her head up.

Gwen felt her hair being pulled. Her head snapped up, a small cry escaping her lips. Dave was really getting into it. He was playing it rough unlike the other times. She rather liked this change. She felt a new buzz in her legs as Dave hand fell on her butt cheeks in a loud smack. He angled his hands in such a way that it caused more noise than pain. She moaned as he hit her again. This was great!

She bucked her hips violently against his thrusting pelvis as she tried to get more of him inside her. She felt her hair being pulled again. She cried and pushed harder. Dave’s hand landed on her bum once more as he plunged inside her relentlessly. She almost passed out when her orgasm hit home. She moaned as her hot nectar erupted from inside her and gushed all over her legs.

Dave felt so good. He didn’t know why he had started slapping her ass but it made him feel in control and seemed to make Gwen wilder. He had continued and felt the familiar stir in his loins. He tried to hold on as much as he could but Gwen’s ass was simply too tight to resist. It felt like the first time all over again. The tightness, the pleasure, this sensation.

Her felt a hot liquid slide down his legs. Gwen must have come. He could now let himself go. It was becoming something of a policy each time they had sex. He would endeavor to cum only after Gwen was satisfied. He thrust harder and pulled her hair more and finally erupted inside her with a loud grunt. He felt his cum pour out into her asshole as he let go of her hair and slumped back on his back.

They were both panting wildly. Gwen turned to him and kissed him. She lay in his arms as they caught their breath. Dave looked down at his dick, expecting it to be covered with shit but he only saw his fluids and the jelly. He looked questioningly at his lover.

She smiled and passed a finger on his lips. “I had an enema. I didn’t want it to be messy. I hope you liked.”

“I adored. It was great. We should have tried it sooner.”

She said nothing and snuggled closer to him. The darkness was all around them. He could hear the soft buzz of the insects as they rested on the lake’s shore.

 

End Part 3

His wife the patriot

 

 Chapter 3 of 5                                 9/06/05

 

Once home Ruth feels so alone that she can not sleep.  She writes a letter to Jack and ends up masturbating herself to sleep.

The next morning Ruth gets up early and goes for a run in the park trying to work some of the tension out of her daily plan.  Back at her door, the neighbor tells her how nice she looks in her little shorts and Ruth turns to stare daggers at him, telling him, “Keep it in your pants.  You’re not getting any!”  With that little exchange behind her Ruth readies for a bath and looks herself over carefully in the mirror.  With her brunette hair down, she lifts her leg up and onto the sink to see her own pussy.  Still slightly sore from a rough black fist the day before, Ruth rubs it softly. 

Sitting in the tub, Ruth shaves herself smooth, even though she does not need it and begins to think about the day ahead.  The phone rings and Ruth answers it still in the tub.  It’s Jack!  Thrilled, she tries to squeeze everything into the 5 minutes allotted but really only gets to tell him about David getting released today.  He lets her know that he has gotten a few letters and is extremely proud of her.  The call ends abruptly and she does not even get to say goodbye.

In light of his call Ruth decides to wear his favorite dress today.  Admiring herself in the mirror she pinches her nipples to get them to show, causing her to giggle.

At the VA, Roger, the orderly is not in yet and Ruth decides to check in on her new project.  Walking right up to his bed, Ruth extends her hand and quietly says, “Hi, my names Ruth.”  He looks to her and snaps “Are you trying to be funny?”  Bewildered, Ruth replies, “No, just friendly.”  He then continues, “I’m not feeling very friendly right now.  I couldn’t shake your hand no matter how bad I want to.  Some of my body is paralyzed.”  Ruth lays her hand on his and says smiling, “Then I will just shake yours.  I stopped by because it looked like you could really use a friend.”

This was the start of their friendship and Tommy opened up to tell her that he was partially paralyzed.  His limbs were dead but tingly and the doctors did not know what to do.  Ruth listened carefully and paid close attention to Tommy.  An orderly brought her a chair and she sat facing him so that he could see her.  She noticed right away that his neck worked just fine as he spotted the short dress when she sat down.  Even with her legs crossed, there was so much leg that it was hard for him not to stare.  At one point he became flustered and said, “I’m sorry I keep staring but you are just so beautiful and that dress is just right.”

Ruth smiles to him and slowly uncrosses her legs before standing up.  Walking to him she lays her hand on his chest and says, “Don’t be sorry.  All you did was show me that you are a horney young man.”  She laughs and this causes him to laugh also.  She then continues, “I came to cheer you up.  Would you like me to come back later and visit again?”  He brightly says, “Yes, please, anytime.”  They laugh as she leaves the room.

David is restless waiting to be released as Ruth tries to calm him.  Ruth dresses him and the nurse helps her to sit him up.  Once in the wheel chair they were off to the exit when David says, “I want to say goodbye to Bobby first.”  They turn in to the ward with the one arm black man and Ruth is surprised when the orderly pushes him right up to his bed.

Stunned by this Ruth misses the first of their conversation and only catches the end when David says, “My life just keeps getting better.”  As they turn to leave Bobby speaks out, “I hope you’ll come back and see me again, Ruth.”

Ruth is blushing hard as they walk down the hall towards David’s recovery. 

At home David’s arms are both still cast and useless causing Ruth to do everything for him and she doesn’t mind at all.  David is in her bed for comfort and she decides to sleep elsewhere.  He had only been in bed for about an hour before he decided to put a move on Ruth.

While she was sitting his drink down he looked to her and asks, “Will you please undress me.  I’m just not comfortable with all these clothes on.”  She helps him sit up and put his feet on the floor.  Then she proceeds to remove his pants.  Once they were off she just kept going and removed his underwear also.  Sitting on the bed side with this beauty on her knees in front of him his hard cock stood straight out pointing at her.

Still in her dress, Ruth looked up to him smiling and said, “Is there anything else I can do for you?”  Ruth made sure to lay him back onto the pillows safely before giving him the blow job of his life.  When she was finished he had fallen completely asleep.

While David was asleep Ruth used this time to make the surroundings a little easier for David to use.  He awoke several hours later to see her getting dressed.  Lying there quietly he watched as she rubbed lotion on and tried on clothes in the mirror.  “Damn, you sure are something.”  He said with a grin.  Ruth did not look to him but just replied, “Be good.  I am going back to the VA for a little bit.  Roger called and said the young paralyzed man is going into surgery and they wanted me to see him first.”  Ruth turns to David who is staring and asks, “Is this skirt short enough.  He seemed really taken with my legs.”  David almost chokes as he replies, “I can see your entire legs but unless you put a top on he will be staring at your tits.”  Ruth covers her boobs while smiling and turns back to the mirror.

At the VA, Roger meets her in the hall and explains that Tommy is going into surgery to have the bullet removed and that he will be there for about 8 hours.  Roger follows Ruth into Tommy’s room and even while groggy he smiles to her saying, “I’m glad you could make it.”  Ruth puts a finger on his lips to hush him and leans down to say, “I wore this skirt for you because I know you like my legs.  When you wake up from surgery I expect you to look at my legs, OK?”  He shakes his head yes and she continues, “I want to see you staring at my legs and horney by tomorrow.  That’s an order soldier.”  Ruth smiles to him and kisses his forehead as he barely whispers, “I like the rest too.”

His eyes are shut and Ruth gets teary eyed knowing he is off for the fight of his life.  The orderlies take Tommy away and Ruth talks to Roger in the hallway while trying to calm her tears.  Hugging Roger, Ruth says, “I hope I have given him plenty to look forward to.”  Roger puts his big arms around her and calmly replies, “You can bet that he has never wanted anything this bad.”  His big black hands slide down to her ass and he lets go nicely.

After visiting several soldiers, Ruth travels home to find David, naked with an erection, lying on top of the covers watching TV.  She smiles to him and he says, “Hi, I was just thinking about you and it really sucks not being able to touch myself.”  Ruth laughs at him and undresses in front of the TV saying, “You need to lay still and be good if you’re going to heal.”

Naked she crawls onto the bed and lays by his side with her head on his stomach and slowly jacks him off.  When he is spent she looks to him, cum runs down her face as she tells him, “You lay here and be good while I get you something to eat.”  Ruth licks a few globs of cum off of him and sucks the end of his cock clean before walking out of the room.

Ruth feeds him dinner and is very playful, making a mess of him.  When he asks, “Aren’t you going to eat?”  She giggles and responds touching her stomach, “You just fed me dinner, in fact I have been getting a lot of protein lately.  I think I still have some in my hair.”  They both laugh as she cleans up. 

After a nice shower Ruth dresses in a short loose yellow skirt with a mostly shear blouse and revels in compliments from David before heading back to the VA.  This time of night the hospital is mostly dead but she is somewhat surprised that Roger is waiting for her in the parking garage.

He walks up to her car and looks down at her lap while opening her door.  “Are you just standing out here hoping I would show up?”  Ruth says while looking up at him and turning putting her feet on the ground.  With out looking down Ruth knows that he should be able to see everything and smiles brightly at him.  Roger glances down to her pussy then back to her tits and up to her eyes saying, “I called your house and David said you were on your way and dressed to kill.  It was pretty funny, he pressed the speaker button with his nose to answer.” 

Slowly Ruth got out of the car and gave Roger a hug, asking about Tommy.  Roger had not heard anything at all but said he would let her know.  Opening the door into the stairwell, Roger let her go in first, insuring that he would be behind her going up the stairs.  After a few stairs Ruth turned to Roger and asks, “I have to ask.  Why is such a big man working as an orderly and not a football player?”

Six stairs behind her, with a perfect view Roger looks up from her pussy to answer, “I just really like helping these guys.  I just feel like it’s my calling.”  Smiling Ruth continues up the stairs quietly until she reaches the door to the proper floor.  Turning to Roger who is opening the door for her she says nicely, “I think what you’re doing is wonderful and patriotic.”  Blushing he says, “Same to you.”

After visiting several soldiers, Ruth uses the bathroom to brush her teeth before continuing and smiles to Roger in the hall.  Even sitting, Roger is a big man she thinks to herself.  Walking to his station, she sees that he is alone and just watching her.  She walks around behind him and rubs his massive shoulders and says, “You seem tense.”  He moans and replies, “That feels good.”  Playfully Ruth tells him while still rubbing, “Anytime you feel tense and need my help you just let me know.”

Standing behind him, she feels small as she continues her massage quietly.  Roger lets this go for a while until another orderly walks in and jokingly ask if he could get in line for a massage.  Ruth smiles at the men and slowly runs her hand across Rogers back as she walks to another ward. 

The young man with no legs is still awake and Ruth sits on his bedside and listens to him as he tells her about when he played football in high school.  It is obvious to her that this depresses him and she moves closer allowing him to see her breasts in the low light and says, “Your life will go on.  You are a very smart and gifted young man.  I still remember the night you touched me and gave me several orgasms.  I also remember you filling my mouth with cum.”  The young man sits there grinning now as she continues, “Until a woman snatches you up, you can call me anytime and I’ll gladly spend time with you.”

Rhonda is holding the young mans hand and lets go to kiss his cheek.  His hand finds her bare bottom as she brushes a nipple across his face causing him to lick it.  Lustfully he whispers, “I want to fuck you.”  Ruth mashes her nipple into his mouth letting him suck through her blouse while she whispers back, “I just want to make sure that fucking won’t hurt you in anyway.  When I know for sure, look out!”  Ruth opens her blouse and lets him play with her tits for as long as he wants before kissing her way down and relaxing him to sleep.

Outside the door, Roger waits to escort her to her car.  Stopping at the desk he picks up his keys and she sees one of her pictures in the open drawer.  Ruth touches his back and ask, “Why did you laminate my picture?”  Ruth opens the drawer and removes the picture and an envelope with the others and says, “Is it so that they do not get sticky or stained?”  Laughing openly Ruth looks at the laminated picture to see it is of her on her back with her knees pulled open.

Roger walks away from the desk smiling and says, “Yea, that’s my favorite.”  Sitting down in his chair, Ruth looks at the other pictures causing Roger to return slowly.  Holding the pictures up, she leans back in the chair spreading her legs for Roger.  After looking at the pictures for a while, she lowers the pictures smiling to find Roger and 2 other orderlies standing there quietly.  She stands quickly, putting her pictures down and grabs Rogers hand to lead her out.

At the car Ruth hugs Roger saying, “If looking at my pictures gets too messy, call me.”  She sits down into the car letting her skirt flip up and looks up to this monster black man saying, “You do know that I am flirting with you?”  Smiling brightly she continues, “If you want, call and tell me what would be your favorite picture and I will make one just for you.”  Speechless, Roger stares at her and has to shift himself slightly.  Ruth closes her door and rolls the window down still smiling at Roger and says, “Think about it and call me.”

Ruth reaches out, she lightly touches the bulge in his pants before she pulls away.

The next morning, Ruth takes off for her morning run and returns to find David awake and walking around.  He looks strange with both arms cast and she watches as he uses his face to do simple things. 

Ruth strips naked, causing David to become erect and he watches as she showers.  When she finishes she runs him a bath and helps him to sit down.  While she washes him, he asks her about the other soldiers and she tells him about everybody.

The phone rings and Roger is calling to say that Tommy is out of danger and will be awake later in the day.  Ruth is surprised when he then says, “A baseball bat.  I want to see you taking a bat.”  Laughing she replies, “OK, I’ll see what I can do.”

Finishing David’s bath, Ruth begins to towel him dry while telling him about the phone call.  David’s cock is standing straight out, pointing at her as she talks.  Slowing she dries his crotch and is holding his cock when she leads him gently to the bedroom.  He is surprised when she does not get on the bed but instead gets the camera and tripod.  David is naked and watching as she sets it up and leaves the room.  He hears her in the bathroom and she returns wiping a wooden baseball bat.  Dumbfounded, David watches as she turns the camera on and begins to explain the photo shoot. 

Ruth lays on the bed on her back and begins to massage herself, pouring generous amounts of baby oil onto her crotch.  The camera clicks every 30 seconds as the beautiful older woman looks into the lens.  When she is ready the bat finds her wet pussy and begins to push inside.  Slowly and in long strokes the big end of the bat keeps going deeper until she screams in pleasure.  With both hands now she begins to fuck herself crudely with the bat until screaming in orgasm.  Now laying on her back for the camera, the bat is shoved in as far as it will go as she holds it with both hands for several pictures.

Poor David still stands there silent as the bat is slowly removed and Ruth flips over on her stomach and slides to the end of the bed with her hand between her legs.  David moves in slowly and carefully fucks her still gaping pussy until he finishes quickly.

While David rest, the photos are printed and Ruth selects a few to laminate.  Copies are made of all and they are sent to Jack with today’s letter. 

That evening Ruth answers a call from Roger telling her that Tommy was awake and asking for her.  Ruth chooses a short dress with a loose open front and heads to the VA to see Tommy.  Roger is pleased to see her when she walks into the hall and says, “Wow, you look great.”  Ruth turns for him and says, “I knew you would like this, but I hope Tommy will.”

Ruth pinches her nipples and then touches Roger as she walks past and into Tommy’s ward.  Tommy is awake and turns his head to see Ruth, looking her up and down slowly.  She walks up to him and places her hand on him causing him to smile.  Leaning close Ruth whispers, “I wore this just for you.  I hope you like it.”  She backs up and turns slowly for him with her stiff nipples poking outward.

Speaking softly he says, “You look great and I’m happy to see you.”  Ruth puts her hands on her hips with her legs parted, showing off those long legs before sitting on his bedside.  She listens to him as he talks to her and glances at her chest.  As his reason to live, she paid close and careful attention knowing that this young hero has earned at least this much respect and honor.

Dedicated to a drop dead gorgeous woman whom which I can only dream of having as my own.

The Story Man

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                            The Circle Begins    

 

 The car wouldn’t start again. This was the third time this month and I didn’t have the money to get it fixed. Cal was no good with fixing mechanical things and the only person I could think of who was a mechanic was my younger sister’s boyfriend Robert. Sure, he was tall, handsome and had a rugged sort of charm but he hit the bottle to hard for my liking. It also seemed to me that he never gave Peggy a moments rest. She complained constantly about fending off his lewd behavior from the moment he met her. Robert had one thing on his mind and his hands were always trying to go places they shouldn’t. Well it couldn’t be helped, I needed the car to run my errands and Dave was out of diapers. I rang up the old house and asked Peggy to help me out. Robert was here in a flash. You can add delinquent to that list of unlikable qualities. He was obviously skipping school to do this.

 He arrived and immediately went to the garage, toolbox in hand. By the time I made sure my boy was settled in and walked back to the garage I could see the hood was open and he was bent over the engine. As I stood behind him I noticed his t-shirt had pulled out of his jeans exposing the crack of his ass. “Well Robert, what do you think? Can it be fixed?” I asked. He rose from his work and turned to face me, “Yeah, I think I can fix it. It’ll take a couple of hours.” He replied as he stared up and down at me undressing me with his eyes. I felt naked in front of him folded my arms across my chest and my legs shifted back and forth under my dress. “Good I’ll be up at the house if you need me,” I answered as I turned and quickly strode back to the house to escape the gaze of those x-ray eyes of his. It wasn’t until I heard the slamming of the screen door behind me that I let out a sigh of relief. I busied myself cleaning the kitchen and chasing Dave. A couple of hours passed and I could see Bob’s legs sticking out from under the car. The occasional clanging of metal against metal followed by a string of curse words that shouldn’t be uttered much less shouted testified to his progress. I was just laying the boy down for his afternoon nap when pounding on the screen door startled me. “Yeah, Pat I think I got it. Could you come out here a minute, I need a hand with reattaching something,” Bob asked. “OK! Give me a minute. I gotta put the boy down for his nap,” I answered. I tucked Dave in and checked to make sure he was asleep before going out to see what Bob wanted. Bob was leaning against the car smoking a cigarette when I finally arrived. He flicked away his cigarette and turned to me saying, “I need you to get under the car and hold a part for me while I reattach it.” With that he pointed to the dolly and strode to the workbench to retrieve the part. I could do this, I thought, as I lay on the dolly careful to tuck my dress between my legs so it wouldn’t snag in the wheels. I lay back on the dolly and pulled myself under the engine to a position where I could see his face peering down at me from the open hood. He positioned the part on the front of the block and told me to hold it while he reattached it. “Use both hands, hold it tight. He disappeared for a moment and reappeared holding a wrench. He began to tighten some bolts. His efforts caused the entire car to shake above me. My arms were starting to get tired and began to tremble from the effort. “You about done?” I asked. Once again I saw his face peering down at me through the open hood. “Yeah, I gotta put in just one more thing,” he replied and disappeared to retrieve it.

 That’s when I felt his hands on my ankles. I shrugged, we must have finished. Instead of pulling on my ankles to pull me out he spread them apart and I realized that must have given him quite the view. “Robert, what are you doing?” I demanded. “Like I said I have one more piece to insert,” came his reply. I felt his hand on the waistband of my panty’s and than he tore them off with one mighty tug. I tried to struggle but the car pinned me in. I felt something hard press against my vagina and than he was in me. He was stretching me in ways I hadn’t thought possible. “Robert, you’ve got to stop. This is rape, Robert!” I cried.  “Go ahead and yell Baby, you know you like it,” he grunted as he rammed his man meat into me. His big cock ramming in and out of me was making my body respond in ways I didn’t want it to. I felt my pussy flood with juices to ease his way and my heart began to race, it was becoming difficult to catch my breath. I found my hips betraying me as they rose to meet his thrusts. “God, Robert you feel good,” I moaned. He pulled me out from under the car and I wrapped my arms around his neck to kiss him. He kept pounding away at me as he grabbed the neckline of my dress and tore it open to the waist. Now only my bra blocked his path to my breasts and he ripped it asunder. His grease stained hands now grasped my breasts so hard milk leaked from my nipples. His head bent to suckle them, sending spasms of sheer ecstasy through my body. He was fucking me so hard and I was loving every minute of it. This was wrong in so many ways and I didn’t care. I just wanted him to come inside me. “That’s it! Fuck Me Robert!” I could feel his cock so far inside me and my pussy stretched so wide I swore it would burst. My breasts ached and milk leaked from them splashing everywhere. Robert bent and began to suckle as his cock pounded into me. I howled, “Suck Me dry Bobby, Suck Me!” and Robert eagerly complied. It felt as though he sucked first one and then the other dry. “Baby I’m gonna CUM!” he shouted as his rampaging cock exploded deep within my cunt. I orgasmed in ways I hadn’t thought possible. We lay exhausted on the ground next to the car.

 Robert stirred and stood pulling up his jeans and buckled his belt. He offered me his hand and pulled me up. I slipped off the remnants of my bra and bent to pick up the tattered remnants of my panty’s and tossed them in the garbage. I arranged what was left of the front may dress to conceal my breasts and mustered what dignity I had left to stagger to the house. I peeked around the corner of the door to Dave’s room to see my little angel had slumbered through the whole thing. I turned and walked across the hall to my bedroom to change out of my dress and replace my undergarments. I let the dress slide from my arms and looked at my red swollen breasts, watching them with some fascination as milk dripped from their swollen nipples, I pushed my dress over my hips and let it fall to the floor. “Now that is what I’m talking about!” I heard Roberts voice. There in the doorway stood Robert he stepped into the room peeling off his grease and sweat stained t-shirt. “Bobby, the boy?” I pleaded motioning to the door. “Well, I guess we’ll have to be quiet?” Robert replied as he dropped his pants. My eyes opened in amazement at the monster of my desire’s passion that sprang from his crotch. I did not know that a man’s cock could grow to such monstrous dimensions. This time I didn’t fight at all quite the contrary I wanted him. I embraced him and kissed him as I had never kissed a man before. I pushed him on the bed to straddle his waist; my hand grasped his cock and guided it to my beckoning pussy. I groaned as I sank down his pole welcoming it into my body with a flood of lubricating juices. It felt as if he was splitting me in two and I was loving every fucking inch of it. I rode him slow but hard lifting my body till he almost popped out only to ram it back into me by dropping my weight on him. He grasped my gyrating tits and milk flowed from them increasing my arousal. “That’s it, milk me Bobby!” I groaned. By now we were both gasping for air and moaning our arousal. Nothing mattered except my impending orgasm, which washed over me in a tidal wave of ecstasy as I felt his cock spew forth, it’s hot load again. I fell into his arms and we snuggled in each other’s embrace for several minutes exchanging kisses. I opened my eyes to tell him how wonderful he made me feel. There was David standing by the bed. “Whatcha doing Mommy?” he asked. I pulled the sheet across our naked bodies and took his arm, “We were playing baby,” I answered. I rose from the bed wrapping the sheet across my naked form as I rose. With a firm grip on his arm I led him back to his bed, tucking him in I kissed his forehead and pulled the door shut behind me as I left the room. As I reentered my bedroom I found a naked Bob standing by the doorway. He pulled the sheet from my grasp allowing it to fall to the floor as he embraced me and kissed me backing me against the now closed bedroom door. “I rocked your world, didn’t I baby!” He stated as he mashed his body against mine.

 I drew a deep breath and in the most serious tone of voice I could muster I stated, “Bobby this never happened. I swear Bobby you tell anyone and I’ll kill you.” Bobby thought a moment and turned away to retrieve his clothes. As he was tucking his shirt in to his waistband and buckling his pants, he walked up to me, nose to nose he muttered with a sneer, “Don’t worry baby not a word.”  With that he pulled the door open, left the room, down the hallway and out of my house but not out of my life. He married my sister not a year later, after he knocked her up with Debbie. Of course it wasn’t his first, I had Candy three months before they married. She has her father’s eyes. Every time I look at her I see my own weakness and I despise her for it.    

Herb could feel himself getting harder and looked back at the TV. He ordered the movie with the hottest sounding title. The movie was called “Fun in Lesbian Valley.” The movie immediately started with a sexy lesbian orgy. Herb opened the fly of his boxers and pulled out his 8 inch cock. Pre-cum had already began to spill out of his cock as he watched a hot blonde with 38DD tits fucking another blonde with a 12 inch strap on. Herb began to stroke his cock slowly as the moans of both blondes drifted out of the TV. The blonde pulled the strap on out of the other girl and then grabbed a vibrator. She shoved the plastic strap on inside of the girl’s ass and clicked on the vibrator, resting it on her clit. The girls moaned, groaned, and grunted as they pleasured themselves. By now, Herb was moaning right along with them. His cock was swelling up and it began to throb, signifying his up-coming ejaculation.

Coral awoke from her sleep and heard moans and groans. She first looked ahead of her and looked at a girl eating out a girl who just came. Then she lookerd up at her husband. His eyes were closed and his hands were all over his cock and sperm sacks. She grew horny and jumped on his lap. Herb’s eyes shot open and he stared at Coral.

“Fuck me Daddy!” groaned Coral. She lifted up her mini skirt. There wasn’t much to lift, for the fact that in came 3 inches below her pussy. Coral lifted a little and grabbed Herb’s hard manhood. She guided it into her wet, awaiting pussy. She began to grind her husband’s cock. Herb screamed and let Coral’s pussy have all of his milky white fluid. Herb lifted off Coral’s tube top and squeezed her 36 D tits. Coral moaned delightfully and screamed for her huge orgasm. Both Coral and Herb were panting heavily as Coral rolled off of Herb’s lap.

“Dammit Herb,” Coral said breathing heavily. “That was so fuckin’ good.”

“Fuck yeah,” Herb agreed.

Just then, Coral got up slowly and waved her finger so Herb would follow her. Coral walked slowly to the glass, sliding door and opened it. She walked slowly outside. Behind her, Herb watched her nice shapely ass jiggle and move up and down, following the pace of her movement. Fully nude, Coral shifted over to the diving board and gracefully plunged into the crystal, blue water. She was purposely teasing her sixty-two year old husband. Herb slowly dragged him and his pale, saggy body into the blissful water and sat down on the steps. Coral came at random and grabbed Herb’s cock from underwater. She quickly devoured the huge cock in her mouth and began to give Herb underwater head. Herb screamed and groaned loudly. He didn’t worry too much about the neighbors for the fact that Coral allowed the surrounding male and female neighbors to watch her fuck herself while her husband was at work.

After 10 minutes making Herb cum twice, they were going to go back inside and continue fucking. But as soon as they emerged from the pool, a young, beautiful blonde appeared at the gate…

 

TO BE CONTINUED…

  I had a hard time believing what these parents were telling me.  Were they saying it was ok to fuck their daughter, as long as I brought her home safely?  It sure seemed like it.
 Diapers got her handle from me.  It came from a near accident, which resulted in another accident. 
 We had been riding around town one evening in my classic ‘66 Dodge Charger.  We were chatting on the CB with her parents and some of my friends.  We scared the hell out of all of them when, over the air, they heard my tires squeal, Diapers scream, and me yell, “OH SHIT!” 
 Diapers parents, and a number of my CB friends, immediately wanted to know what had happened and were we were all right. 
 It took a long time for the laughter to fade when I told them what had happened.

  I had swerved hard to miss a skunk, but got him anyway.  Luckily, it was a clean kill, and he didn’t spray my car.  Thank God for 14” wide rear tires, and a skunk whose business end was aimed toward the roadside, and away from my car. 
 Diapers, however, continued to look upset after I thought it was all over and all was well.  She didn’t want to tell me why.  She just insisted I take her home right away. 
 When we got to her home, she quickly got out of the car, and ran inside.  I then realized why she needed to get home.  It was a good thing my seats were vinyl.  Her seat was soaking wet.  The near accident with the skunk had caused Diapers to have an accident of her own.  She had pissed her pants, and nearly flooded my car’s seat. 
 As if she wasn’t embarrassed enough, I added insult to injury.  While she cleaned up and changed her clothes, I drove to the nearest store and bought a pack of disposable diapers.  

  When she came out of the house, I gave her the pack of diapers.  The pack had been opened and one diaper was missing.  She thought her son had needed changing.

  When I opened the car door for her, she saw why the package had been opened.  I had spread one of the diapers on her seat.  “...to catch any further accidents.”  I told her. 
 Hence, her handle, Diapers.  Even her father started calling her Diapers.  After he quit laughing, that is.  Her mother did her best to hold in her laugh.  She failed.

  Poor Diapers. 

  Diapers and I spent many evenings together.  We attended sporting events, watched movies, ate out often, and frequently ended up in bed. 
 She was a wonderfully energetic lover.  Every time we made love, she acted like it was something new and special to her. 
 Diapers loved having her sizable tits fondled, pinched, and sucked.  Fingering her pussy would frequently bring her to orgasm. 

  She had just one little quirk.  She always wanted my dick’s entry into her pussy to be hard, fast, and deep.  Each time, before I entered her, she raised and spread her knees.  She would then say, “Ram it to me, honey.” 
 I would position my dick at her pussy’s entrance, and, with one hard thrust, bury my cock deep in her hole.  Diapers would give a sharp gasp as I slammed into her.  Her pussy was always tight.  After the ramming entry, I’d hold my dick deep in her so I could feel her pussy’s muscles as they milked me. 
 As I started stroking in and out of Diapers, she would wrap her legs around my waist and put her arms around my neck.  She’d grunt and groan with every stroke.  When I dumped my load deep in her pussy, she would usually cum too.  She said feeling my warm cum flooding into her hole got her off.             
 I think, of all the dates we went on, the most fun we had was on a two night trip to attend a large CB Break held at the Tucson, Az. County fairgrounds.  Diapers’ parents watched her baby while we went to what became one big party. 
 We had waited too long before deciding to go, so we could not get a motel room in the fairgrounds area.  Luckily, the weather was warm, and the rear seats in my car folded nearly flat.  So, with some towels covering the windows, and several blankets for a cushion, we had an instant room. 

  From dusk to nearly dawn both nights we were in Tucson, my car’s suspension was kept in action.  I think we were trying to wear each other out.  Neither of us succeeded, but it sure was fun trying.

  Diapers claimed to be sore for a week.  Though I never admitted it, I was sore as well.  

  After a while, we just drifted apart.  Too bad.
      

Beth got there at 8:45 while Jin and Maria arrived at 9pm sharp. While soft Oriental music played and they sipped wine Lin shocked Beth when she revealed, “The sexual exploits you are having at Jin's place are not just fun and games. Women of means that crave sex with other females and want to live out their fantasies pay dearly for the services of Lin's girls and you are one of them! Your daughter Laura has become my lover and you are to continue with your new position as a pussy whore.” Lin handed the visibly shaken mother a thick wad of money and told her that it was her cut.

“But, b..b.but my daughter? And I am a prostitute? I don't want Laura to be involved in this and I am not a whore!”

“Your little girl is not a hooker, she is my lover but you are and stop bitching because you are getting paid to do what you love doing and paid quite handsome I might add. Now stop whimpering and strip naked; then go to the center of the room and get on your knees. Your place in life is to bring pleasure to other women; the sooner you learn that then the better off you will be.” Beth submissively obeyed. Lin and Jin let the Italian sex goddess go first. The 22 year old was a vision of loveliness, she stood 5' 7”, had long flowing black hair, dark eyes, and curved in all the right places.

The voluptuous vixen sexily strolled over to the kneeling redhead and stood so close to Beth that her trimmed pussy was in tongue's reach of the submissive mother. Maria lifted the trembling hands of the shamed but aroused mother to her heaving breasts. Beth squeezed the glorious globes as her tongue flicked out to sample the dew drops that were dripping from the sweet pussy lips. Beth kissed, licked, and sucked the smoldering womanhood of the Italian woman with vigor. Maria held Beth's head tight to her climaxing cunt and bellowed out in Italian as her juices flowed into the sucking woman's hungry mouth. Both Chinese women took their turn before Maria went back for more of Beth's pleasure giving mouth.

Maria stroked Beth's red hair and praised Beth for her wonderful pussy licking skills. Beth was shocked to look over at the sofa and see Lin sitting on the sofa with her lovely legs spread wide while Laura was on the floor sucking the exotic woman's toes. Laura then kissed her way up Lin's legs until she reached her goal. The blond girl then greedily devoured the scrumptious pussy with passion. A tear fell down Beth's cheek as she watched her daughter eat the Chinese pussy but she also felt her own juices flowing again and was ashamed to admit to herself that watching her own daughter eat her lover's delicious cunt was turning her on more than anything ever had before. Beth was amazed that watching this taboo, lewd, and perverse act by her own daughter filled her was a consuming lust.

Beth's train of thought was broken when Lin demanded, “Get the hell over here slut and eat your daughter's pussy and ass from behind while she worships her mistress. Don't just stare at us; crawl on over here and eat your little girl's sweet pussy!” With tear filled eyes and lust in her heart Beth complied and crawled up to her daughter's swaying buttocks. As she licked her daughter's pussy, she noted how wet it was and how delectable it tasted. Beth's head was spinning and she was out of control. She fingered Laura's squishing pussy as she hungerly licked the enlarged clit. Jin and Maria got behind Beth and roughly pushed her head into her daughter's sopping pussy.

The two women taunted the mother saying, “Lick up all of her cum and then stick your tongue deep up your daughter's brown-hole. Come on slut, that little brown hole is puckered and demanding attention. Tongue fuck it and make her cum again!” Beth felt so debased and perverted as her tongue probed her daughter's ass hole but at the same time she was overcome with carnal desire to make Laura reach another orgasm and drink it all up. As her daughter gyrated her hips and humped back at her mother's tongue Beth felt fingers in her own cunt and ass. She exploded in orgasm at the same time that her daughter did.

Maria consoled the shaken mother and soon they were engaged in a passionate sixty-nine. Laura was helped to the sofa, laid back, and screamed out in ecstasy when her mistress lovingly probed her young pussy with her long and talented tongue. Jin straddled the blond head and lowered her puffy pussy lips to Laura's mouth. The room was filled with the smell of aroused pussies and female cum but that only served to further arouse the five horny women. Finally they were all sated and went home. Beth and Laura agreed not to talk about or engage in any sex between them unless the mistress told them to do so. Maria expressed a desire to Jin to see the mother and daughter again while Lin sipped her wine and planned future adventures.

The next day Lin called Jin to ask when her next cruise was planned and was delighted to find out that it was in three weeks. Once a year Jin took her good customers for a 10 day cruise that had no destination but just sailed out to sea for fun and frolic. Jin always made certain that there were plenty of girls along, at no charge, to satisfy every need of her wealthy clients. Lin excitedly called Beth and told her and Laura that they were going on a sea cruise. Jin sent a limousine to pick them up and transport them to the dock. Jin was there to greet them, she was accompanied by a blond with a stunning body and another woman with light brown hair.

Jin introduced the women as Cathy and Nancy. Cathy, the blond with big blue eyes and a rather large bosom was a minister's wife and Nancy was her friend and neighbor. Their husbands were off to Europe for a convention of ministers and their assistants for a month. Jin found the women on the pier crying their eyes out because they had planned on taking a cruise but they were late and the ship set sail without them. The two women gratefully accepted Lin's generous offer to accompany her on the cruise. Lin was taken aback by the minister's wife's stunning beauty. She wondered how a woman could look so sexy and act so innocent. She noted that the slender, brown eyed Nancy was quite attractive in her own right.

Jin instructed a crew member to show her guests to their rooms while she spoke to Lin for a moment. Jin explained that there had been a change of plans. Beth was to stay with her and Laura was to share a cabin with Lin but now Cathy and Nancy would stay with her while Lin would have both Beth and Laura stay in her cabin. Lin exclaimed, “You sly fox, you plan on seducing the minister's wife and her friend, don't you? Do they know that this is a lesbian cruse and how do you plan to go about it?”

“No, they don't know that yet but they soon will. We will have to keep mother and daughter occupied while we seduce the two innocent darlings. I just love to introduce straight women to our world and you are the best seductress there is. I am getting wet just thinking about watching you fucking them with that long tongue of yours. Once that is accomplished they will be putty in our hands and will be only too glad to put their sweet lips on our horny Chinese cunts.”

“It does sound delightful, I can hardly wait. How old are they anyway?”

“Cathy is 24 and Nancy is 21. I don't know what their sexual experience is but I suspect that it is limited and we are going to open new doors for them!” The six woman enjoyed a fine dinner in the dining room and then went topside to watch the awesome sunset from the deck of the ship. With no land in sight it was a breathtaking event. As they strolled the deck Cathy asked where the men were and observed that even all the help were Chinese women. Jin informed the two sweet women that it was a women only cruse and that the ship was owned by a Chinese company.

The women all went to their rooms early as they had a busy schedule planed the next day starting with some fishing, then breakfast followed by a workout, lunch, and then some swimming. After dinner they would listen to the band and meet some of the other passengers. Lin was enjoying a little threesome with mother and daughter but Jin decided to play it cool with the two naive white women. She planed to ply them with wine the next night and with the help of Lin she would get into their sweet little panties and acquaint them with woman-to-woman sexual bliss. There were two beds in the cabin and it was decided that Jin would have a bed to herself and the two friends would share a bed. Jin enjoyed the flustered looks of embarrassment on the white women's faces as they put on pajamas and gasped when they saw the nude Chinese sexpot.

Jin did not hurry to get between the sheets; she smiled when all eyes were on the stiff, brown nipples and her lush bush of silky black pubic hair. In a low sultry voice Jin stated, “I hope you don't mind me sleeping in the nude; it is how I always sleep.”

Cathy replied. “Oh, heavens no, please be comfortable, after all, we are your guest and we don't want to be bothersome. I don't know how we can ever repay you for your kindness.” The sexy oriental woman got in bed and told them to get a good sleep. It turned her on so much to have the prudish women admire her sensuous body. Before going to sleep the sex goddess thought of how they could repay her. She smiled as she thought that a tongue in her steaming pussy and one up her ass would be a great way for them to repay her.

They were up at dawn, washed up, put on shorts and tee shirts and met Lin and the mother and daughter topside. They caught several big fish and quickly became good friends. They found Cathy and Nancy's natural enthusiasm refreshing. Jin and Lin wondered if the goody-goody girls could let go and enjoy themselves like that when they had sex. After breakfast the girls went to the spa and fitness center. They had a vigorous workout, changed into their bathing suits and went for a swim.

The preacher's wife and her friend felt out of place in their one piece bathing suits. Most were in bikinis, some were topless, while others swam nude. Lin asked them what was wrong when they looked upset. Nancy answered, “Well, the women seem to be doing a lot more than having playful fun; some of them are groping each other. Are they lesbians?”

Lin told them not to worry about them and to just have a good time. When they decided that they had enough sun for one day they went to their cabins to shower and get ready for dinner and music. While Nancy was in the shower Jin was once again nude while Cathy was wrapped in a large pink terry towel. Jin desperately wanted to tell Cathy that they would share the shower but didn't want to scare her off and informed Cathy that she could go next. Jin was pleased when the preacher's wife was unable to keep her eyes of of her alluring oriental body and teasingly inquired, “Do you like what you see?”

Cathy's face turned deep red and she apologized saying, “I am so very sorry! Please forgive me, I didn't mean to stare, it's just that you are so beautiful.”

A wicked grin crossed Jin's face as she purred, “That is quite alright, you can stare at me anytime. I like it when a beautiful woman such as yourself admires my body.” Nancy exited the bathroom and the confused preacher's wife went inside and wondered why she was so flustered and why she was aroused?

The girls went to dinner, drank wine, listened to the band playing old standards, and Jin made sure that the lovely, young Chinese waitress kept the wine glasses full. The band left the stage and was soon replaced by an all girl group playing rock and roll music. Everyone was dancing and having a good time; after the preacher's wife danced with a woman in a man's suit she came back to the table with a puzzled look on her beautiful face. Lin asked, “What's wrong darling? You look as if you have seen a ghost; what is bothering you?”

The stunned blond replied. “That woman I was dancing with had a big thing between her legs, she was rubbing it against me and groping by breasts and buttocks! What is going on here?”

Jin smiled and inquired. “What kind of thing are you talking about?”

“It was like a man's thing, you know what I mean.”

“No, tell me Cathy, what are you talking about?”

“Oh, it was like a penis, only bigger.”

“I see now, it was a big fat cock. But girl's don't have cocks. How could that be? Perhaps you just miss your husband and and you wanted it to be a big cock!”

“No, no, it really was. How could I ever have imagined that? She even whispered in my ear that she wanted to f..fu..er, ag have sex with me.”

“Hmmm, maybe it was some kind of joke. You seem all flustered, did it arouse you?”

“Well I...ahh..no, it was strange, that's all.”

Lin held Cathy's hand, looked right into those big blue eyes and said, “I think it did turn you on, come dance with me.” They gyrated to a couple of fast songs and when a slow song came up Lin held the preacher's wife close and whispered in her ear, “You couldn't say the word. Did the woman say that she wanted to fuck you? Did your pussy get wet?”

To her shame Cathy could feel the juices flow and the fire burning between her legs. She pleaded, “Please don't talk like that anymore; it is not right. Please stop now.” Lin kissed her full on the lips. Cathy almost lost it when she felt Lin's long tongue probing her mouth while both hands squeezed her shapely buttocks. Suddenly she felt her dress being lifted and a hand went to her moist pussy.

Cathy was panting and purring, as Lin's hand pulled her panties aside she felt two fingers enter her smoldering cavern. Cathy tried to fight the feelings that were building up in her fiery frame but the smoldering lust was overpowering, her pussy tingled, her body stiffened as a powerful orgasm flowed from her inflamed love hole like a volcano erupting. Lin sternly told the confused blond, “You act so prim and proper but you are just a slut. I've never seen a pussy any wetter than yours. Enough bullshit bitch; I'm going to take you back to the cabin and show you what you have been missing.” Lin lifted her sticky fingers to Cathy's pink lips and made the frightened girl taste her own cum.

As Lin guided her new bitch back to the table she smiled when she spotted Jin dancing with Nancy and putting her moves on the unsuspecting girl. Once back at the table they drank more wine. Jin and Nancy returned to the table as well, Nancy appeared confused and aroused and the two oriental women gave each other a knowing glance. Jin spoke to the waitress and soon three extremely tall Chinese girls approached the table. Jin introduced them as players for the Chinese National Female basketball team and told the mother and daughter to spend the night with them.

Beth and Laura had questioning looks on their faces but did not protest as they were led away by the tall girls. Jin instructed the waitress to send some wine to their cabin as they guided the confused, aroused, and tipsy white women back to the rooms. The door was opened that separated the two cabins as the wine arrived. Jin turned on some music and started dancing seductively with Nancy. Lin sat on the sofa with the trembling wife and resumed kissing her. Lin was soon licking Cathy's face, neck, and ears with her long tongue. The preacher's wife offered no resistance when her dress was lifted over her head. The blond stared in awe as Lin's long tongue licked her now stiff, pink nipples. Cathy was filled with conflicting emotions. She knew that this was wrong but it felt so good and she was mesmerized by the oriental seductress with the serpent like tongue.

Lin kissed and licked down the stunning blond's inflamed body, she lingered on her flat tummy and creamy thighs. Cathy almost passed out when she felt the awesome tongue slither up her fuming hole. The preacher's wife squirmed, wiggled, and twitched to a rousing orgasm. She saw stars and all of the colors of the rainbow as she exploded on the probing monster tongue. Lin did not let up but kept licking and sucking with fervor. By now Cathy was lost in a cyclone of lust and was being carried away the sublime winds of ecstasy. Nothing else mattered but the pleasure she was felling between her legs. Gone were the feelings of guilt and shame, those feelings were replaced by carnal cravings and a lewd desire to feel the tongue of pleasure up her horny hole.

After several orgasms Lin let Cathy gain her composure while discarding her own clothing. They glanced over to the bed and watched Jin and Nancy engage in a wild sixty-nine. This only increased their arousal as Cathy's eyes surveyed the luscious body of the enchanting oriental temptress. Lin lifted Cathy's trembling hands to her heaving breasts. Cathy squeezed and fondled the soft globes. Lin gently guided the blond's face to her pointy nipples. The white woman found the dark nipples alluring and without being told she sucked with passion. Lin hand fed her rubbery nipples to the sucking mouth of the preacher's wife. Cathy went back and forth paying attention to both succulent tits for over a half hour.

Lin pushed the white woman on her back and straddled her angelic face. Cathy's eyes opened wide as she gazed into the smoldering pussy. The fuming pussy omitted a strong aroma that Cathy found intoxicating; she licked her lips as she watched the honey drip from the puffed pussy lips. With an evil grin on her face, Lin looked down at the succumbing woman and saw the submission and desire in her blue eyes and teased, “You can't wait to taste my Chinese cunt can you slut? Did you ever eat pussy before? Tell me that you want it and beg for the honor of eating my juicy cunt.”

“No, I have never done this before but you are so beautiful and you brought me so much pleasure that I want to do the same for you. I never thought that I would ever say this but yes, I want to feast on your womanhood and bring you pleasure. Please let me taste you!”

With that said Lin lowered her dripping pussy to Cathy's lips and urged, “Oh yes baby, lick it, suck my clit, yesssss, that's it, good girl, now suck, yes suck my cunt, suck it dry, don't stop baby. Eat the shit out of my cunt! Yessssss!!!” Cathy's pretty face was red from the friction of the hot cunt fucking her and her face glistened from pussy juice and cum.

Jin stood Nancy up and strapped a 10' black dildo on her. She told the bewildered girl that she wanted to watch her fuck Cathy. “I...I can't do that; she is my friend.”

“Now you will become better friends; Get between her legs and stuff that big cock up her tight little hole and make her scream out in ecstasy. Trust me, she will love you for it and you will become fuck-buddies!” Jin told Nancy to spit on it and fuck her. Nancy felt a mixture of fear and lust. Somehow the thought of fucking her best friend was strangely arousing. She felt a sense of power and exhilaration as she stuffed the big fat dildo into her friend's hungry pussy. Cathy fucked and humped back with wild abandon and wrapped her smooth, creamy, legs around her best friend's waist. She cried out in wanton lust as she reached orgasm. The friction from the dildo rubbed Nancy's clit as she pumped Cathy full of rock hard rubber cock. They both screamed out as they reached orgasm, then they held each other with loving arms in the afterglow of their wild fuck.

Nancy found that being in control and making her friend submit to the big cock was the greatest thrill of her life. She shocked everyone, including her self, by bringing the gooey dildo to her friend's lips and demanding. “Such my cock slut! Lick it clean, then I have something else for you to lick.” After the dildo was clean she slipped it off and then offered her sopping cunt to her friend and ordered, “Now eat this bitch and do it good or I will kick your sorry ass. Yes, gobble it all up you trashy slut. Lick my fucking ass too; from now on you will be spending a lot of time servicing my hot cunt, so get used to it bitch!” Cathy eagerly ate her friends sopping pussy and felt her own juices flow as she drank from the fountain of Nancy's flowing, sticky, and thirst quenching waters.

Nancy held Cathy in her arms, brushed back her hair, and caressed her face with her hands and told her, “I don't know what came over me but I just learned that taking and dominating you was the most fantastic experience of my life. I still love you but in a different way now. From now on you are my bitch and I am your lover. I am going to buy some dildos to keep you happy and feed you my juicy pussy everyday. I had no idea that you were such a submissive slut or how much I would love being your mistress. I love you and you belong to me!” Cathy just gave her a contented smile. They all went to bed but Nancy took Cathy to the other room while Jin and Lin shared the other bed.

The two oriental women found that they throughly enjoyed each other, especially Jin with Lin's long tongue. Before going to sleep Lin said, “You and your bright ideas; why did you ever tell Nancy to strap that monster on and fuck Cathy? Now Nancy owns the little submissive bitch that could have been ours.”

Jin laughed then replied, “I had no way of knowing that Nancy was like us. Anyway, we are on a cruse ship filled with horny women so let them enjoy their love and lust for each other.”

The next morning they ate breakfast, strolled the deck and wondered what happened to Beth and Laura. The minister's wife and her new lover looked at the frolicking females on board the ship with different eyes, they no longer were repulsed by the lesbian activities, they judged others no more but decided that all they needed was each other and didn't want to share. As they approached the bow of the ship they spotted mother and daughter hobbling towards them. Lin inquired, “What the hell is wrong with you two and where are you going?”

Beth sobbed, “We have to get some sleep. There was a dozen basketball players in one cabin, they surrounded us, make us lick their bald pussies, and then pounded us with their dildos all night long. They not only fucked our pussies but they drilled us in the ass and made us suck the slimy dildos. Sometimes we were servicing three of them at once. It was a nightmare, my whole body aches, and we feel so used.”

Jin laughed out loud and remarked, “You two sluts loved every minute of your violation, did you tell them that you would be back for more? Go get some sleep and we will see you later.”

Laura thanked them and said, “Well we did agree to attend a party with them tomorrow night and they said that they wanted to take us back to China with them as cheerleaders but we declined their offer. Tomorrow night they want to introduce us to their coaches and they want to visit our house when ever they come to the states. The girls on the team were somewhat demanding but they they were very nice.” The women just shook their heads and Jin said that she would arrange for them to meet the track team as well.

While walking the deck Lin stopped to talk to an 18 year old blond from Norway and waisted no time inviting the slender young beauty to their cabin. They all went to the room to drink some wine. Lin saw the desire in the girl's blue eyes as she stared at Lin's long tongue licking her ruby red lips. In no time at all Lin tugged down the girl's shorts and was fucking the girl's slushy pussy with her rangy tongue. Jin sat on the girl's face and fucked with fury. Nancy held Cathy's face tight to her horny hole, Cathy could hardly breathe as her nose was all the way up the musky cavern. The girls relaxed with more wine after the orgy as Nancy felt the desire to dominate other women and Cathy lusted after Lin's long tongue they agreed that they would involve others in their love making as long as they were together and not cheating on each other. Nancy told Cathy. “You may be the preacher's wife but you are my cunt lapping little slut!” Lin said that since Nancy now owned Cathy that they would have to go to church with them and get better acquainted with the females of the flock. They all smiled as they realized that there was another week left on the cruise.

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I should leave before I made a noise and gave myself away, these thoughts kept running through my fevered brain as I watched his cock rise under the robe and the lovers began to move across the room toward the bed. I waited to make sure they hadn’t heard me and then took a slow deep breath. My heart was going like a trip hammer in my chest and my penis had never been so hard. I wondered if they were going to make love right then or was he going to drop her on the bed and continue to dress for work. I knew he normally left for work early to beat the traffic. I thought to myself that he wouldn’t dare leave this beautiful creature in the aroused state she was in. That would have been very cruel and very, very dumb on his part. Even I could see the moisture forming on her neatly shaped bush and knew that she was aroused to the point of begging him for it. I couldn’t believe my eyes when he walked to the bed with her and dropped her lightly in the middle with a laugh and then started toward his closet. She scissored her legs and dug her hand into her crotch trying in vain to bring herself to climax. He didn’t even turn around as she moaned her need and thrashed back and forth on the unmade bed. I could see that she had three fingers in her vagina and was moving them rapidly back and forth, in and out rubbing her clit as she tried again to call him to her. As he came out of the closet he smiled and said something I couldn’t hear. I saw her frown and then heard her say that "she couldn't’ wait for tonight." I watched him head for the kitchen knowing that he would be leaving any minute. I had to get one more peek at this vision of lust so I stuck my head slowly up over the window sill and as it cleared the sill I found myself staring straight into her bright blue eyes. Our surprise was mutual but she recovered first and a slow smile spread across he face and she winked at me! I didn’t know what to do next. I was busted as surely as God made green apples and sunshine. I just stood there and waited for the worse. I knew her husband would kill any man that looked twice at her, and here I was drooling at the sight of her body outside his bedroom window! She quickly got off the bed and came to the window. I just knew that when she got a good look at who was out there, she would call her husband and it would be the end of life as I knew it. Besides kicking my ass he would probably tell everyone about the "peeping Tom" and my wife would divorce me and I would be losing from all sides. She eased up to the window and peered out through the screen. I had moved back a little so when she whispered for me to come closer I took a small step forward and the light from the window shown on my face. She gasped at first and then chuckled low in her throat when she saw it was me. I held my breath as she held her finger to her lips to signal my silence. Of course I was going to be silent, did she think I was totally crazy? My eyes traveled over her body up close, from her hard nipples to her close cropped crotch, and my dick got harder if that was possible. She leaned closer to the screen and whispered for me to go around to the back and wait until her husband had left for work. I thought to myself that there was no way in hell I was gonna stick around for him to catch me in bed with her too.

Sometimes I think my cock has a mind of it’s own and controls the rest of my body by default. I should know better, I thought, as I snuck around to the side of their house and hoped that noone had seen me under their window. When I had been there a few minutes I came to my senses and told my pecker to forget it! I straightened up and was about to go out of the yard when I heard the sound of the car leaving the garage and heading down the street. At least I was going to get away without an ass kicking this morning. I again started to leave the yard when I heard a sound behind me and I jumped three feet straight up in the air when I felt a hand reach between my legs from behind. I don’t know why I didn’t faint or have a seizure right then! She had snuck up and run her warm hand under the leg of my jogging shorts and was fondling my hard cock from behind! I whirled around to face her and she immediately ran her hand under my shorts again and grabbed me. I had a choice to make right then and there, I could remove her hand and leave and hope that she wouldn’t be so pissed as to tell anyone or report me to the cops, or I could go with the flow and find out where she wanted to take me. Like I said, I think my cock has a mind of it’s own and controls me whenever it wants to. I slowly took her hands out of my shorts and raised them up to bring them around my neck. At first she had started to protest when I pulled her hand from my stiffness, then that grin was back as she felt me push up against her. She had put on a light cotton robe wen she came outside and I pulled the sash on it now as she stood very still. I slowly opened it with trembling hands and looked at her again. She kept her hands around my neck and then slowly brought one leg up and wrapped it around my waist. I braced myself and she brought the other leg up. I now had her hanging from my neck and I reached under her robe and cupped her ass cheeks with my hands to help support her weight. She leaned back and shimmied her shoulders slightly to make her tits sway and tantalize me with their beauty. I heard a small sound from deep in her throat as I bent my head down and captured her left nipple with my lips. I sucked it hard with my mouth, nursing on it like a baby, and she responded by groaning and twisting her body hard against me. She whispered over and over how hot she was and how she needed a hard cock in her pussy. How she needed my hard cock in her pussy right then and there. I released her butt and she tightened her grip on my neck to keep from slipping down. She was like a leech on my body and wasn’t about to let go. I reached under her and grabbed the waistband of my jogging shorts and tugged them down until my hard cock was freed and thumped up against her ass crack. She giggled then and asked me if I was ready for her. I didn’t bother to answer her but raised her up with my hands and then lowered her onto my shaft. I thought that I had let loose a whirling dervish. She sank onto my cock in one shove and then began to gyrate her body up and down and then side to side. She panted and gasped for breath and then I felt her body start to shudder and her first orgasm hit and she threw her head back and started to scream out. I quickly covered her mouth with mine and kept her quiet. I worked my cock in and out as fast as I could and her orgasm continued. I felt the first tingling in my balls as my own cum was getting close. I whispered that I was almost there and asked her if she was ready for it. "Fill me up with your hot cum. Fuck me harder! Harder! I want to feel you shoot in my pussy!" she cried. I thrust up harder just as she was going on a down stroke and felt her cervix as I unloaded a huge load of hot spunk far up in her womb. She jerked on my rod and then fell silent as she caught her breath. She then loosened her legs from my waist and dropped lightly to the ground in front of me. I could see in the growing light that my cum was running out of her cunt and down her legs. She saw me looking and took her finger, caught a large sample on it and then very slowly brought it to her mouth and sucked it clean. My softening dick became instantly hard again and I dropped to my knees in front of her and began to lick and kiss her as she spread her legs for my tongue. As I licked the wetness of her crotch, her hard little nubbin peeked out from it’s hood and I swirled my tongue around it tasting our combined juices and digging in for more. She gasped as I made contact and hunched her hips forward wanting to get my face further into her. I licked and sucked for what seemed an hour but was more like ten minutes and she cried and whimpered and came and came. When I finally let up on her she grabbed my face and pulled me to my feet to meet her lips in a searing kiss. She told me then that she wasn’t through with me yet and wanted one more thing before she went back inside. I knew it would have to be quick because the neighborhood was going to start getting busy anytime now. She evidently thought so too because she grabbed my hand and pulled me to the backdoor which she had left open when she came out to see me. I started to back up as we neared it because the last thing I wanted was to be caught inside that house. Outside, I had a least a running start and the excuse that I had just come jogging down the street and seen a stranger go back in the yard and was investigating. She grabbed my hard boner then and I was sure I was a goner. As the door opened she pulled me through and turned around when we were inside. " I want to fuck you again." she sighed, and came into my arms. I kissed her again and then eased the robe off her shoulders and dropped it to the floor. I gazed at her for a long minute and then leaned over and licked her right nipple. She again shuddered and stretched her arms up and around my neck. I started to pick her up and she said that she wanted to do it right here on the kitchen floor. I figured what the hell and helped her to lie down on the robe I had dropped. As I stood over her she looked up at my hard cock and licked her lips. I sank down to my knees on the hard tile and she grabbed my cock and raised up to lick around the head. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her warm mouth as she sucked me first slow and then fast and back to slow again. I knew I wouldn’t last long if she kept that up and told her that I was getting close. She didn’t say anything, just sucked harder and harder. I moaned and started to shake and she quit! I could have cried, it was that close. She looked at me with smoldering eyes and slowly got to her hands and knees in front of me and put her head down on the robe. I had pre-cum dribbling from the end of my dick and it was so hard and full of blood it was purple! I saw her slit from the back with the lips all puffed up and engorged, ready for me to stick my hot cock in and hump her till she screamed. I eyed her ass cheeks and a wild thought came to me. I wondered if she had ever been fucked in that pretty ass of hers before. If ever I was going to get the chance it was now. I grabbed my cock and slowly rubbed her pussy lips with the head getting it even more slick with her dew. I had taken a drop of pre-cum on my finger and slowly rubbed her anus with it and watched for her reaction. She pushed back trying to skewer herself on my slick finger! I then brought the head of my tool up to her small opening and started to push my way in. She groaned and then whimpered as the small opening was stretched to the limit by my cock. I was about to give up, afraid that I might hurt her, when she reached back and pulled her cheeks apart and pushed back at the same time. My cockhead slid in past the anal ring and I surged into her with my next push. She grunted and flopped her ass from side to side as if we were locked like to dogs in heat. As I started to move in her she reached underneath and began to finger herself and rub her clit like there was no tomorrow. I knew she would cum before I did because her muscle was so tight around me that I was unable to shoot. She had a grip of steel with her sphincter and wasn’t going to let me go. I pushed and pulled on her hips trying to get her to release me. I wanted to sink my shaft into the liquid heat she had between her legs. I waited until she had cum with me in her ass and then pulled again. This time I was able to slide right out and I quickly sank myself into her cunt from behind and started to saw away. Her head flew from side to side and she cried out that she was cumming again and again. I felt myself start to tighten deep down in my balls and knew it wouldn’t be long. I reached under her and dug my fingers into her snatch and rubbed her clitty hard with my middle finger. She hunched her back up and then pushed back as hard as she could, impaling herself and setting me off with her. I thought my insides were going to come out the head of my dick, I came so hard.

After I came, my tube softened quickly and slid from her with a small slurping sound and she rolled over on her back and sighed. I got to my feet and grabbed my shorts that I had brought in with me. It was time to go.

Now here she was at the yard sale and she was smiling the whole time like she was remembering that morning all over again. I pulled my thoughts back to the present wondering what she would do next. I had made it a point to go jogging in the evening since then and wasn’t sure how she would take that. Just as I was about to answer her with a price on the object, my wife came from the garage and greeted her. The vixen’s smile got even bigger as she told my wife that her husband had gone out of town for the weekend and wanted to borrow me to fix her disposal, because her sink was stopped up. My wife, the little sweetheart, thought nothing of it and assured her that I would be happy to help her out any way that I could. I knew then and there that I was going to be in trouble again...

          It bothered Jo that she should feel this way about them.  For apart from their color—the Whites were black—they fit the neighborhood quite well.  Perhaps, for their five-bedroom house was large, their cars expensive, they would have made an even better fit in a more upscale neighborhood—a Bel Air rather than a Brentwood, a Flintridge rather than a La Canada, an Anaheim Hills rather than an Anaheim.

          Not that she had any aspirations of her own to move further up the ladder.  Her house was perfect—thank you very much—it sat on a third-of-an acre lot—and now that her husband was gone and her daughter away at college, it was just a bit more than she could handle.

          Mr. White—she did not yet know his first name—drove a huge Lincoln—a realtor's car, and Jo surmised that he owned his own business.  He was often away for days at a time and whenever his car turned up in his driveway, he would be on the cell phone in a conversation that often went on long after he was parked.

          Marge White drove a sporty two-seater Mercedes.  The car looked small on her, for she was a big woman, broad tipped, and ample bosomed. "I's a big woman all over," she said once in a put-on ghetto accent for she normally spoke perfect English.

          The Whites had their groceries delivered for the most part; Jo always went to the store herself. She'd done so even when her husband was alive, and now, of course, she couldn't afford to do anything else.

          Jo loved her own house with its backyard pool, though the daily cleaning the pool required could be a chore.  The Whites had both a terraced outdoor pool and an indoor swim-in-place.  She could occasionally glimpse shadowy figures through the frosted glass.

          The Whites had a 14 or 15-year-old son named Noble who went to the local high school.  At least, she supposed he did.  The boy didn't seem to have made any friends yet, so she couldn't be sure whether he was in high school or middle school.

          There was a second son, also, much older, who put in the occasional rare appearance, usually in a full-dress army uniform.

          He could have been Mrs. White's brother, of course, rather than her son.  Jo really didn't have any way of knowing.  In fact, given the number of months the Whites had lived next door to her, it was amazing how little she knew about them.

          This bothered her.  She knew all her other neighbors but not the Whites.  She wasn't a racist, she knew that.  She'd gone to school with Hispanics and although she hadn't actually dated any of them, they'd been friends.

          No, her not knowing them was simply another part of the grief process, her almost-complete withdrawal from society after her husband’s death.  This was a pity, for she was still a relatively young woman albeit one with a college age daughter, and her body still firm and desirable was simply going to waste. 

          The time came—it was inevitable that it would--when she and Mrs. White pulled into their driveways one morning at almost the same moment.  When Jo got out of the car to carry her groceries in the house, there was Mrs. White to give her a hand. And from then on it was Marge and Jo.

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Chapter 2

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The Whites had not been well-to-do long, Marge confided.  But they had been moving steadily upward during the past decade.  "It's the Internet.  Joe doesn't understand how it works or even how to hook up our own computer, but he's really made it pay off for us."

          Jo wasn't sure just how the Internet had paid off for the Whites or what it was they sold exactly.  But she knew it had made Marge very happy.  The White's house was the proof.  "Each of our houses has been bigger and better.  And the neighborhoods.  This is such a wonderful place to live.  And the schools are excellent." 

          Thus it was that Jo learned the names of the White's two sons, Noble the youngest who lived at home and had just started high school, and Ronald who had graduated and was in the Marines.

          She also started to meet Marge's friends, most of whom were left over from the previous neighborhoods in which the Whites had lived.  An older friend Millie, a cousin of Marge’s, was a frequent visitor along with two of her friends whose names Jo learned and as quickly forgot.  Another regular caller was Velma, a younger woman, with a truly startling bosom, "False," Marge confided, "She gets them bigger every year."

          Marge was quick to confide in Jo although Jo was not sure she wanted to hear all that Marge had to relate.  Millie was post-menopausal, had hot flashes, and a husband who was demanding as ever.  Marge's own husband had moods; he was also, Marge suggested, uncaring, "he wants oral sex and forgets about me."  But, "he was a very good provider," and Jo gathered that in Marge's view this was what really counted.  "Besides," Marge's said with put-on accent, "They's plenty of younger mens who likes big titties" and shook her giant bosoms by way of illustration.

          To Jo's relief, Marge did not demand equal confidences in return.  Jo did not want to discuss her own sex life, which had been virtually non-existent since her husband's death.

          In truth, it had been non-existent unless one counted the deputy sheriff who had informed her of her husband's accident.  He'd come back later, held Jo in his arms, stroked her hair, played with her bosoms, and although she'd had an orgasm as they stood for what had seemed an hour in her living-room, pressed against one another, at the last moment she'd asked him to leave.  Since then, nothing.

          "She needs to be milked," Jo had overheard Millie say of her.  And it was probably true.  Jo missed the loving attention her late husband had given to each of her small breasts.

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Chapter 3

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Marge swam in Jo's pool. And Jo swam in Marge's.

          Occasionally, Marge would swim nude in the indoor pool, not when the children were there of course, but Jo couldn't quite bring herself to do it.

          "What if your son comes home?"

          "Oh poo, look at the clock."

          Marge had a beautiful body, not fat as Jo had first surmised but big-boned, ample, all the bosom a man could ask for and perhaps a tad more.  And hips, Marge said, broad enough to guarantee a man would not fall off.  Jo couldn't recall a man ever falling off her own and giggled.

          In the afternoons, Marge would often have friends over to play whist.  At first, Jo, who had absolutely no idea what the game was about would just watch.  Then she was persuaded to play a few hands, "at least until Millie shows up."

          And then, abruptly, she was a regular at the table, and both the cards and money in front of her were hers.

          Innocent and innocuous though the penny per point game of whist seemed, somehow, one afternoon, Jo had lost two hundred dollars.

          "Don't worry," Marge assured her. "I took care of it."

          "But you can't," Jo stammered, "Two hundred dollars.  That's too much.  I'll pay you back."

          "Don't be silly.  You don't owe me anything.  Besides, I got you into the game.  Anyway, the money didn't come out of my pocket.  I simply explained to everyone that this was your first time and it would be unfair to take advantage of you."

          Relief swept through her. "It was my first time."

          Marge laughed. "You do owe me a favor, though."

          "Anything," Jo said.  She was immensely grateful, pleased a debt she could not afford had been so easily swept away.

          "I want you to go out with my son."

          "Marshall?" Jo thought that was the name of the son that served in the army.

          "No, Noble.  Now don't give me that strange look.  He's at the age where he should be dating girls, but he's too shy.  Doesn't know how to ask them, and when I tell him how easy it is, he'll say, 'Where shall I take them and what if I don't do the right thing?'.

          "You know how it is, you had teenagers."

          "Girls," said Jo, "But I do understand."

          "I want him to take you to a movie.” 

          "But why me?  I mean surely one of your friends."  Jo realized she’d almost said, one of your African-American friends, and blushed.

          "You mean one of my colored friends? Don't apologize.” She added when Jo continued blushing.  “There's something you should know and that's the reason I chose you.

          “Follow me."  Marge led the way down a long hallway to her son's room.  It was everything to be expected of a teenager's bedroom though perhaps neater than most.  A desk, a rug, a bed. A poster of Puff Daddy on the door and one of Kobe Bryant above the desk. A closet whose door closed and locked, Jo hoped, so the boy could at least have some area that could be considered private.

          A bureau held a series of trophies.  Noble must be some kind of athlete.  One for Little League, one for soccer, but most were for basketball.

          Photos were also taped to the wall about the bed, candid snaps rather than the staged photographs on the wall above the bureau.  "Take a look at these," Marge said with a wave of her hand. 

          Each and every photograph was of Jo, snipping roses, collecting mail, or simply walking into her house grocery bags in hand.

          Most of the snapshots were in side view revealing a bust that Jo had never realized she possessed.  Her breasts filled a B-cup at best, had filled out to a C only once late in her last pregnancy.  Not more than a mouthful.

          Marsha saw where Jo was looking.  "I loved breast feeding," she said, "I hope you did too.

          "Noble and Marshall were both rabid feeders.  My husband does his best, but it's not quite the same. I'm always having to shout, 'Suck harder.'”

          Jo blushed, remembering.  She still couldn't believe how casual Marsha and her black friends were about sex.  Sexual references and stories had occupied most of the conversation at the whist table.

          Breast-feeding was wonderful. And it had been a long time, even since her husband had.  If the truth were to be told and Jo certainly wasn't about to tell Marge, the first time she'd ever had an orgasm was while someone was fondling her breasts.

          "You're blushing," Marge said.  "Us black folk blush, too, it just doesn't show up as easy."

          They both laughed at this and until Marge gave her a call almost a week later, she'd almost forgotten about her promise to go out with Marge's son.

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Chapter 4

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"That dress won't do," Marge said and Jo was somewhat offended. 

          Jo thought the clothes she'd selected for the finally to-be-realized date with Noble were ideal.  The baggy dark black ribbed sweater that fell to just below the hips of a stylish gray long skirt was both conservative as befit an older woman and flattering to her figure as befit a female who was really not all that old.

          As Marge led Jo into what Marge called her sewing room, she said, "I want my son to think of you as a woman not a mother."

          "Too conservative?"

          "Exactly."

          Marge reached into a pile of folded clothes and pulled out a gray cardigan.  Try this on instead, she said.

          "It looks even more ... "

          "Try it on."

          Jo changed clothes, feeling uneasy particularly as the cardigan was a good deal smaller and tighter than she felt comfortable with.

          "It's the bra," Marge said. "Look in the mirror."

          Marge was right.  The cross-your-heart brassiere that had gone well with the baggy sweater had stretched the cardigan out of proportion.  "Slip it off," Marge said, "I'll get you another one.

          "No, don't take off the sweater, there isn't time."  Jo wriggled like a contortionist slipping the bra off one shoulder and down the other and out a sleeve.  Removing, then replacing the sweater, she thought would have been far less time consuming. Or had Marge simply wanted to watch her struggle.

          An adolescent wail sounded from the hallway, and Marge slipped out of the room.  "I'll kill him."

           Apparently, Noble did not want to wear a jacket and was being told in no uncertain terms that he would wear the clothes his mother has laid out for him or else. This went a long way to explaining why Marge was so pushy; she was used to ordering men, a husband and two sons, around.

          What Jo saw in the long vertical mirror opposite the sewing table while waiting for Marge to return was not at all reassuring.  The sweater was the right length and its color went well with the gray of the skirt, but it was far too tight and without a bra was not much better than going topless.

          "Time to go," Marge said almost the instant she re-entered the room.  "Leave the boy alone for another minute and he'll either faint with fright or get his clothes dirty."

          Jo couldn't believe Marge was serious about leaving. She was far from ready to go out.  Where was the brassier Marge had gone to fetch?  She gestured toward the mirror. Marge looked at the mirror, looked back at her, and then gave a shrug, "So?"

          "My nipples are showing."  And indeed Jo's nipples were standing upright like soldiers eager to leap forth from concealment.

          "Oh pooh, you can handle it and him, too." was Marge's only comment. "He's going to learn to be a gentleman."   And so braless, Jo went off with Noble on his (and her) first date.

          Noble had said virtually nothing to her after a simple mumbled greeting in Marge's living-room so that she'd been forced to make most if not all of the conversation.  He’d held the door open for her, and then, once outside the house, he'd started to run across the grass toward her car, stopped, as if suddenly remembering the instructions he'd received from his mother, and returned to walk sedately by Jo's side.

          To her surprise, he waited by her car door till she was within, and only then dashed around to the passenger door.  He was every inch a young pup who'd received one too many instructions.  Not quite sure of all he'd learned, but desperate to please his mistress with what he did remember.

          Jo wanted to laugh, but of course she couldn't, not without offending him.  Instead, she gave what she hoped was a motherly smile.

          Once underway, Noble quieted and again all efforts at conversation were left to Jo. His fingers reached out once for the radio, till remembering whose car it was and the instructions he'd been given, they dropped back frustrated in his lap.

          "Would you like me to turn on the radio?"

          "No mam, no Mrs. Turner."

          And it was no mam and yes mam to virtually all other questions including "do you like school?" and "what's your favorite sport?."

          Occasionally, Noble would run a finger along his neck under his collar and tie—yes, he wore a tie—but he sat still, almost rigid for the most part.

          When she glanced over at him, he would usually be staring straight ahead, though once, she was sure, he'd been staring sidelong at her.  At the same view that was in his photographs, although with, she realized blushing, a little more nipple showing.

          The theater was a multiplex . This meant they had to go through a series of "what would you like to see?" "It doesn't matter, whatever you like." "No, you choose."  In the end she'd named a picture she'd thought would please him. As it turned out, he wasn't sure that was the movie he'd bought tickets for or, later, if the movie for which he'd bought tickets was the one they actually saw.

          He was very very nervous.  His only moment of take charge, one which reminded her curiously of his mother, was at the refreshment stand when without consulting her he bought two large 7-Ups—no problem, she liked 7-Up—and a large, no, a gigantic bucket of popcorn.

          The bucket of popcorn, she could tell once they sat down, hid a marked erection.

          He was so cute, yet so terrifying at the same time.  What could one say to a boy that age that would put him at his ease? While they watched the previews, she thanked him for the popcorn, sipped her drink, and gave him several bright smiles.

          Twice she caught him looking at her breasts, but that was to be expected, what with the tight sweater Marge had given her to wear and no bra.

          Because he'd been so shy before, had been so inarticulate, the hand that reached up in the darkness after the lights went down in the theatre and touched her chest was all the more surprising.

          Of course, she was partly to blame.  She'd followed Marsha's instructions to some extent, letting her breast "accidentally" come in contact with his arm, taking his hand and touching his knee him each time there was an exchange of popcorn.  But still the hand on her breast was unexpected.

          Even more unexpected were the fingers that had grasped and begun to stroke her right nipple.  She ought to tell him to stop but the sensation was so pleasurable, the strokes and tugs were so gentle that she simply gave way to it.

          What was showing on the screen was a blur.  She looked up and down and to the side, but when once she looked at him, he was staring back with such intensity that she had to look away.

          At some point, the hand had gone beneath the sweater and had begun to explore each breast in turn.  His other hand had ventured once onto her thigh, but she'd grabbed his wrist before his hand could go further had gripped it tightly while she had the first of her orgasms and heard him give a cry of pain.

          She'd had one and perhaps several orgasms by the time the lights went up and the film was over.  I hope nobody asks me what the film was about, she thought inanely, because I don't remember anything.

          What do you say to someone who is fourteen or fifteen who has taken you on a first date and given you more pleasure than you'd had in a almost a year, more pleasure then you ought to have let him give you on a seventh or eighth date?  "Are you fourteen or fifteen?" she asked.

          "I'm almost fifteen," he said.

           Of course, he was in high school not middle school; he'd told her earlier.  Then they were walking up the aisle, across the lobby and into the fresh air. "It was a great picture," he said, "I liked it a lot."  Then, as if once again remembering instructions he'd been given, he added, "Thank you for coming with me."

          They sat quietly in the car for a few moments, before she remembered to reach down and turn the key.  Before she could complete the action, he leaned toward her across the seat as if to kiss her. Quickly, she leaned away.  Kissing wouldn't do at all, would only present the wrong message.  But her lips had never been his intention.  And retreating so that her head was back against the car door had only placed the real targets more firmly in his reach.  It took only half a second for him to lift her sweater and his thick lips to engulf her turgid nipple.

          The feeling was wonderful and it was all wrong.  It went on for several minutes, five, ten, before the sucking ceased momentarily.

          In between, she'd resisted several attempts to have her place her hand in his lap but finally, worn down from the struggle she let her hand lay where he'd placed it.

          His pants were damp; obviously, he'd already come once with excitement.

          Her own crotch was damp and sticky. She wasn't sure how much more she could take of his form of lovemaking.

          His sucking was so frenzied, just as his mother had described, that after awhile she asked him to wait.  "My breast hurts," she said, and carefully transferred his attention to her other nipple.  She held his head there for several moments, her hand gently cradling his neck.

          "Finish me," he said.

          She looked down at him puzzled. "I'm sorry," she said, "You'll have to stop; it's really beginning to hurt.  Both of them.  I'm out of practice."

          "But I haven't come yet. I'm almost there."  She could hear him unzipping but did not want to look down.  She could imagine his penis though, big and black and throbbing.  The next moment his big dick was in her hand and she was stroking it up and down as he'd requested.

          It took only seconds before his cum filled her hand and began to drip from her arm.  "Wait," he said and got out the handkerchief his mother had so obviously ironed and folded so he might look impressive on his date.  He carefully dried her hand with the handkerchief, and then, unexpectedly, took the cum he'd gathered and held it to her lips. She tried to back away, but he separated her lips and poked the cloth inside. She licked the cum from the cloth as was his intention, then remained passive as he cleaned her arm and again brought the handkerchief to her mouth. Again she sucked the drops from the cloth.

          "I've still got some 7-up left," he said.  "Do you want it?"

          She nodded and rinsed her mouth.  "Why did you do that with the cloth?" she asked.

          "My Dad told me girls really like it.  Did you like it?"

          She could tell he was eager to have her say that he did and would be disappointed if she were to say anything else. The fact was that she did like it and had missed the taste.  She couldn't believe that at one and the same time, she was worrying about whether any had spilled on the sweater (which she would have to return—where had Marge got such a small sweater from?) and how she wanted to take his penis in her mouth and suck the last few drops from its tip, though by now his penis was sure to be shriveled and small.

           The parking lot grew dark suddenly as the lights of the movie theater were extinguished.  She could see the last of the theater employees exiting the now-darkened theater.

          "Are we goin t'go," he asked from the seat beside her. His voice was firm and controlled, no longer hesitant and unsure of itself.

          She gave a half-ashamed smile and started the car. "I'll take you home." He reached over before tightening his safety belt and gave her a peck on the cheek.  Something he must have seen his father do. And then they left the lot.

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Back to the original point. I met Brenda (not her real name) while going shopping with my girl friend and her mom. We had driven to Burbank to a tropical fish shop that they frequented. As soon as I walked in the door and laid eyes on this vision of loveliness, I was hooked. The girl behind the counter was absolutely beautiful. Now, so you get the picture, I have always had a system for women and girls. There is, not so good looking. Cute. Pretty. Beautiful and Gorgeous. There have been very few gorgeous women I have seen and fewer I have met in my fifty plus years. Many women that I thought were in that category, when I saw them on film or in a magazine, were actually down one or two notches in real life. It is amazing what a make up artist can do. So here I am face to face with a real beauty in the flesh.

I will try to describe her from memory. Remember this took place over thirty years ago, but she is burned into my memory banks. She was in her early twenties. Five feet six or seven. Long brown hair that framed her sexy face. Brown eyes that sparkled. A smile that made me hard every time. She had a sexy voice that I could listen to for hours. She had a full figure which I found out later was from a recent birth of her first baby. I'm sure she had lots more unless she took precautions, because she was sure to attract men for years to come. She had an infectous laugh which I made sure she shared with me often. I love to hear a woman laugh and enjoy herself. She had a big set of tits, no doubt from breast feeding her little one. She also had a very full butt that begged to be played with. I like a nice round, full, squeezable butt. In fact I love a curvy woman. You should see my wife. Curvy baby!! Think of a young Valerie Bertonelli from TV and you get an idea of what she looked like. Beautiful and very sexy. And as I would find out later, very horny.

As my girl and her mom checked out the fish, I checked out the fish store girl. I decided I was going to try to see if she might be available. I didn't have to worry about my girl getting jealous. Her only disappointment was she never got a shot at the fish store girl. Or maybe she did and she never told me. She did say she was very beautiful and that I should try and "get her". You see my girlfriend was in the habit of sharing me with her friends. Mostly with her best friend who was also four fooot eleven and very curvy. Except for their hair, they could have been body twins. So here I was asking all kinds of questions about fish. The more I showed an interest in fish and fish tanks and the like, the more Brenda showed and interest in me. At first I thought she only saw me as a dollar sign. But as time went by I saw the telltale signs of feminine interest. I never missed those signs and I wasn't about to let this one off the hook. As the "girls" decided what kind of fish to add to the tank and the horse trough feeder fish. I was trying to reel in a beauty of my own.

I found out she was separated from her husband. What a jerk is all I can say. Something about marrying to young or some other crap. If he never got back together with her, he was an idiot. I wish sometimes that I had never let her out of my life. She made me happy in so many ways. But then again I wouldn't have met my wife and that is a fairy tale come true. So all things happen for a time and reason. Before we left the store I was sure she was into me. The next week I made a trip to Burbank alone. I found Brenda working alone is the store and she really smiled big when she saw me walk in. I talked to her about a fish I really liked and wanted to buy. A "Ciditrophis Trideniger" (not sure of spelling) from lake "Tanyanekee" (spelling?) in Africa. Then I asked her if I could buy her a drink when she got off work. At first she said she didn't think so and I thought I had misread her interest. Then she made a phone call and told me she would love to have a drink with me when she got off. But she would have to make it a short one as she needed to get home to her baby. I met her at the restaurant bar she perferred and we had a wonderful time. I was really interested in seeing what she was like if I could get her alone. Somehow I must have sensed she would be very passionate in bed.

A month or so later I had bought the fish and a tank. Two weeks later the fish died. I played it big and she responded well. I was able to convince her that, only if she came to my place and allowed me to serve her dinner, would she make my fish disaster right. What a line. She probably saw right through my lame story but I would later find out she was as hot for me as I was for her. Dinner was good and she was a delight in private. After dinner she asked to use the bathroom before she headed home. I was so hot for her by now I had to take a chance. So while she was in the bathroom I stroked myself to full erection and waited for her to come out. As she emerged I took her in my arms and kissed her. She was an amazing kisser. Her passion for kissing was matched by her passion for fucking. As I kissed her I took her hand and placed it on my pants and erect cock. She moaned in my mouth. I knew I was about to see what this woman could do in my bedroom. I led her into the bedroom and began to undress her. I remember she was very white skinned like she had never seen the sun. Alabaster skin that was so soft I felt like I was caressing a babys skin. She had very big breasts. DD or bigger but she wasn't lactating. Her hips were wide and she had a very sexy gap between her legs that allowed me to see her puffy pussy lips while she was standing there letting me admire her body. I was not prepared for the woman I had brought into my bedroom.

She was very passsionate and very verbal. From the very beginning she let me know what she wanted and how she wanted it. She would moan and say "yes", "yes", whenever I did something she liked. If I tried to move on to another part of her body and she wasn't ready for me to leave, she would grap my head and say "don't stop that". I was smart enough to follow her lead. Even though we were about the same age I could tell she had more experience in passionate love making than I did. I knew how to fuck. She knew how to make love. And she proved to be a very good teacher. As I licked and sucked my way around her body she would constantly shout out words of encouragement and words of passion. Shouting is the operative word here. Her moans and nasty words were flowing out of her and they were in stark contrast to her very proper and innocent demeanor. She was a lady in public and a whore in bed. Perfect! I had been licking her pussy for a while when she suddenly begged me to "stick that big cock in my pussy now". I slid up her body and placed my cock at her pussy. She didn't wait for me to find the mark. She grabbed my cock and put it where she obviously needed it. She then took full control and told me what to do. "Faster"! "Harder"! "Slower"! "Faster"! "Long full strokes". "Short stabbing strokes". She had me in her control and I was glad to do all she asked as I had never seen such passion from a woman before. I was spellbound and loving it. As she neared orgasm she began getting really loud, yelling "faster",  "harder", "faster", "harder", "deeper", "oh fuck yes" and more. As she came she shouted out "I'm cumming, I'm cumming" really loud and she was doing things with her pussy that I never knew were possible. I know now that she was a squirter. She completely soaked my sheets when she came. I thought she might have peed, but she did that before we went to bed. No she was a squirter and I wish I could find another one like her. It is an incredible feeling when a woman comes that completely with you. Also it felt like her pussy was milking my cock. Her muscles would tighten at the bottom and work there way to the opening and it was working. She shouted for me to "cum in her pussy" and "do it now". I obviously complied. What an orgasm. The best of my life. What a woman. I was glad I had not given up on her when the going got rough. She was worth every ounce of gasoline it had cost and all those hours spent in the store trying to win her over. Little did I know she was smitten from the beginning like I was. Only her proper upbringing had kept her from attacking me at the store itself. What a Woman indead.

As we were lying there in post orgasmic bliss, we heard a voice coming from outside my bedroom window which overlooked the pool. A male voice was imitating her saying "harder", "faster", "deeper", "oh yes, fuck me, fuck me". We couldn't help but be embarassed but at the same time we found ourselves laughing and enjoying the fact that we had just entertained the whole Saturday night pool crowd. After that night I got a lot of appreciative smiles from the guys in the complex. They were obviously impressed and probably a little jealous. The women on the other hand started giving me the cold shoulder. As if I was the only nasty one in the complex. I was just the only one who forgot to close their window before they launched into a hot fuck session. The girl next door was the worst. She had been friendly and even flirtatious before and now she looked at me with disdain and wouldn't even talk to me. I think she was mad it wasn't her that was moaning and shouting. After Brenda left, I changed the sheets and went to bed with the most satisfied feeling I had ever felt. I fell asleep thinking about the next time I would have a chance to sample her brand of passion. She was indeed the best I ever had.

In the next installment I will share my next encounter with the lucious Brenda. A New Years Eve celebration. Two couples. A drinking and stripping game and side by side fucking. Stay tuned.

P.S. Brenda, if your out there and happen to read this story, you know your real name and you know just by reading who I am. I would love to hear from you. Why not write your own story about our first encounter. Tell your side of the story so to speak. I think the readers would find it interesting to hear what you were thinking and experiencing at the time. Hope you enjoyed.

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“Where would you like to start” you ask “Up or down”?

“Well, why don’t we start at the bottom and work our way up” I say with a coy smile and a wink.

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You walk me thru the great room at the front, point out the den and walk back thru the kitchen. I have finished my drink and walk to the sink to refill my glass with a little water before we head upstairs.

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Your hands move down my back and you grab the bottom of my sundress. As you start going down on your knees you push the sundress up to my waist. You start kissing the back of my legs and move up. Its right about now that I’m glad I made the decision to not wear any panties today. I lean forward a little over the counter and spread my legs. You can already see how wet I am. Your hands go between my legs. I’m dripping wet. I start to rub my clit for just a little while. My body is moving in motion with your hand, I grab onto the sink for support. I am so wet that your fingers just slide inside of me. It doesn’t take long and I cum almost immediately. You leave your fingers inside of me as my body shudders with an orgasm. My juices are dripping onto your hand. You pull me straight back against you so you can grab my tits. They are already out of the dress and you want to feel them, to touch them, to play with them. I grab your hand that was inside of me and put your fingers in my mouth. Mmmmm my god that tastes good. With your free hand you pull down your shorts, lift up my skirt and direct your cock into my pussy. I’m still sucking on your fingers. You take your fingers out of my mouth and put them just at the base of my neck and bend me over a little further. Your hands grab my hips as you start pounding me hard. I go between grabbing my tits and holding onto the sink for support as you fuck me harder. We are both so close. I tell you to tell me when you are about to cum. We carry on for a second when you tap my shoulder.  I push you back a little and squat on the floor in front of you. I take your cock in my hand and put it in my mouth. The whole thing right into the very back of my mouth. As I pull it out I lick and suck my juices off of you. Oh my god you taste sooo good. I reach down with my other hand and rub my clit. Come on baby, cum for me. Cum in my mouth I want to taste every last drop of you. You lean your head back and hold onto the counter behind you as cum shoot out of your cock and into the back of my throat. You let out a long deep moan as I am still sucking the last drop off. Mmmmm so good. Neither of us can barely move, and we still have the whole top floor of the house to cover ;)

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“Lets save that for later” I say “Lets go sit out on the deck by the pool for a bit”

“Ok” you say

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We grab our drinks and head out on the deck. The sun is shining, the tunes are cranked and I am ready for a dip.  I ask you if you have nosey neighbors. You tell me that the house on the left is vacant and the other house can’t see the pool from their place. Perfect! I grab the bottom of my sundress and lift if over my head. I’m as naked as the day I was born. From behind you can still see the wetness on my legs. I turn around and ask you if you are coming in. Damn right you are! You take off your shorts and dive into the water. I’m close behind. I swim underwater the length of the pool and come up in the shallow end. You have a very interesting pool; there is a sort of rocky edge to one side where water falls from above.  You push a button and the waterfall starts. I swim a few laps of the pool and swim over to you. I swim under water right up next to you and brush up against you as I come up out of the water. Water is pouring off my face as I open my eyes. It didn’t take you long to get your energy back. I think you have plans for me ;)

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You grab me by the hips and lift me up onto the edge of the pool just beside the waterfall. You spread my legs and dive in. You know how to tease me. Starting at my inner thigh and working my way close to my pussy but not actually touching me. Then back to the other side, starting at the inner thigh and working your way up and down. I am going crazy! You look up and watch as I pinch the nipples on my breasts. Even tho its warm out my body has goosebumps from the slight breeze that blows across your desk. I put one foot up on the side of the deck and scoot my bum closer to the edge, giving you a better view.  And the teasing stops, with one fast motion you lick my entire pussy. From back to front and all the way to the top, stopping only when you reach my clit to suck on it. I gasp. Fuck me that feels soooo good. Oh god please don’t stop. I sit up and watch as you spend your time nibbling, sucking and fingering my pussy.  You know I like it when you have two fingers in me. Your palm up curling your fingers to press on my gspot. Oh my god that feels so good, your face is buried in my pussy. My hands are busy playing with my tits. Heaven! Short moans escape my mouth, oh god yes… don’t stop. Your so good at that, oh god please suck me harder. Push your fingers in just a little more. I’m close to cumming. I grab onto your forearms to warn you that I’m close. You don’t flinch. Your tongue darts in and out of my pussy as I reach down with one hand to furiously rub my clit.  Oh god yes, oh god yes. I’m going to cum. I once told you that I am a squirter, I’m a little nervous if you are ready for it. You look up at me to watch my face as I cum.  Your fingers push deep inside, curling against the front wall of my pussy. You can feel my muscles start to contract as I rub my clit. Oh my god, Oh my god here it is. All of a sudden a warm rush of liquid hits your fingers. You pull them out and stick your face between my legs, lapping and sucking my juices.

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I lay back on the deck, I can't move. I can't talk. I can't do anything. That was amazing.Â

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The next thing I know your splashing me with water. I sit up, look around. Oh my god did I fall asleep? No, you said it was only out for a minute. I was just really relaxed. I laugh and slip back in the water. We play around for a bit and head back up onto the deck. Grab our drinks and have a smoke.   I don’t even think about putting my clothes back on, its so natural to just hang out with you naked. You ask me what time I would like to head out for dinner.  I turn to look at you with a bit of a scowl on my face.

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“If its ok with you I’d rather stay in”

“No problem at all” you say “I was thinking the same thing”.Â

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You get up from your chair and come sit on mine. Ask me if I would like a little sun tan lotion. I guess it wouldn’t be a bad idea, burnt nipples wouldn’t make for a great end to the weekend. You squeeze the lotion into your hand and start to rub it into my skin. You start at my feet, up my calves and past my knee. I spread my legs a little. Your hands turn into my inner thighs and back out… up the side of my legs and across my belly. You pour more lotion into your hands and rub it along my arms from my fingers to my elbow, squeezing my muscles as you get closer to my shoulders. My nipples are rock hard, my pussy is swollen, begging you to touch me.  I tilt my sunglasses down to look at you.

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“Stop teasing me”.

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You giggle and grab both my breasts in your hands. Full squeeze as you massage lotion on me. Stoping to make sure you rub it onto my nipples. I spread my legs wider. Please don’t stop. Your hands don’t leave my chest. I start to move my hand between my legs but you block it.

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“Uh uh, not yet” you say “Just relax and enjoy”Â

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You lean my chair back so I’m almost laying down flat on the chair. Your hands now moving across my entire body, still not going near my pussy. I close my eyes and wait, hoping you will touch it. By this time my knees are bent and my legs are spread wide open. My pussy is so swollen there is no way you can’t see how badly I want it. God please, please touch me. I feel a cool air, look down to see you gently blowing on it.  AAhhh your driving me absolutely crazy!Â

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“Lets take the rest of the tour” you say

“WHAT” I can barely breathe.

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You grab my hand and lead me into the house. My hand slips out of your as we are both very greasy from the lotion. Its almost difficult to walk my clit is so swollen, my pussy is so wet. As we reach the stairs you move to let me walk up first.  Each time I take a step you swat my ass. Gentle playful swat but firm enough to cause a spark. As we reach the top of the stairs I can see right into your bedroom. I start to move in that direction but you try to veer me away.  That’s it. This time I’m putting my foot down.

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“Get your ass in here now” I say. “You’ve teased me long enough, I need to feel you inside of me”Â

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I grab you and push you into the bedroom. I make you lay on the bed and I straddle you. Now... its my turn. I start with gentle buttefly kisses along your body all the way down to your hips. My hands massaging your cock as I move down further and further. I let saliva drip from my mouth onto the head of your cock as I twist my hands up and down.  Mmmm yes, that it. Know you know what its like to want something and not get it. I want to tease you longer but I want to suck on you even more. I lower my head, brush my hair to the side so you can watch and take you into my mouth. MMmmm god I love this. I love feeling your throbbing cock in my mouth. Running my tongue up and down it, tracing every vein in you as my head moves up and down. Your head is propped up on the pillows watching me. After I have been down for a while I lay on top of you and slide my way up your body. My chest pressing against yours. As I reach the top of you I kiss you. Its been a while, I forgot how good you kissed.

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I straddle your body , reach behind me and grab your cock and guide it into my pussy. With both hands balancing me I sit down on top of you. Oooohhhh yes. I sit there and enjoy it, the full feeling of every inch of you inside of me. So warm, so wet and so full. God I love that. I keep my hands on your chest as I sit back up on my knees, then back down.  Up and down until we have a rhythm going. Your hands move up and grab my breasts. I lean forward and let you play with them in your mouth. I want you to cum inside me. I want to feel you filling me up inside. Oh my god don’t stop, fuck me, fuck me.  Oh god yes. As your hand grab my breasts I ride up and down. You pinch my nipples and squeeze a little harder. I moan a little louder and move a little faster. You can feel my juices dripping onto your balls. I lean back and rest my hands on your upper thighs. You look down and watch, fascinated by the sight of your cock sliding in and out of my pussy.  I reach forward with one hand and rub my clit just a little. Oh god I’m close. Oh my god I’m going to cum again. I want you to cum with me. I lean forward, back so my hair brushes against your face. I lean forward just a little more so you can suck on my nipples again. My clit is grinding hard against your pelvis. You can feel the orgasm building. I sit back down on my knees. I look at you. Â

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“Are you ready” I out of breathe.

“Yes”

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I sit up and move my hips back and forth, back and forth. At the same time we both let out the most amazing sounds as our bodies are thrown into ecstasy. I sit back down on your cock. I can feel the warmth and wetness shooting inside of me. Oh my god this is the best feeling. I lean forward so you can suck on my nipples as I cum. Oh my god. Oh my god. Holy shit this is amazing. Every sensation in my body is on fire. I don’t want to move off of you, I don’t want this feeling to stop. The orgasm is just one big wave that I’m riding as I sit on top of you.  I collapse on top of you.Â

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You hold me for a bit as our breathing tries to calm down. Your cock can still feel the inner walls of my pussy contracting around you. I think I’m still cumming.  Finally I slide off of you and lay next to you. We roll to one side, as you scoot in closer and hold me. I can feel your breathe on the back of my neck.Â

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“We need a shower” you say.

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I look into the master bathroom and see the most amazing glass shower. In my head I’m thinking of how many ways I want to fuck you in there, but my body is telling me I need a few minutes.

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“Let me rest here for a just a minute” I say. “I don’t think I can shower in there without attacking you”

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You laugh. We rest.Â

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And then………….. we shower.

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(Part 2 to follow)