hard member. He closed his eyes and groaned softly, then opened them again as he felt the lovingly wet mouth slip from his hardness. The hair flipped back and he was staring into the most hauntingly beautiful green eyes he could ever remember seeing.

“Good morning, baby” the beautiful woman kneeling between his legs said as she smiled at him, those inviting eyes sparkling mischievously up at him. Her long fingers curled around his stiff shaft and she slowly stuck out her tongue and licked the length of his cock before once again taking it deep into her mouth, her tongue and throat working even harder now that she knew he was awake to fully enjoy her morning blow job.

“Oh fuck, Carrie,” he sighed, lying back on the pillow and reaching out for her head. She murmured something and increased her sucking, taking him partially into her throat as she slowly and methodically coaxed the seed from his heavy balls. His hands entwined in her long, luxuriant hair and he began to move her head up and down on his shaft like he knew she liked. She wasn’t a submissive woman in anything other than their often very animated love-making, where she sometimes liked him to take full control over her. She murmured again and took him deep into her throat until she felt his dark pubic hairs curling against her nose. He held her there, feeling his seed starting its surge outward.

“Oh fuck, baby! Here it comes,” he groaned, releasing her head. She didn’t pull completely free, but backed off until about half of him was in her mouth while pumping his shaft with her hand. The combination was too much and with a long agonizing groan, he released his hot seed into her mouth in a powerful ejaculation that sent some of it instantly down her throat. She was prepared however, and swallowed it without missing a beat, then lovingly licked and sucked hard on his throbbing head, coaxing every last drop from him.

When he finally finished, she pulled her soft lips free and kissed the tip, causing him to shudder and reach down to pull her slender, naked body onto his. As they kissed, he could feel the damp heat from her pussy pressing against his leg and moaned into her mouth, remembering how sweet her pussy tasted and desperately wanting to be between those gorgeous legs.

He broke off their kiss and rolled her onto her back, his mouth kissing along her bare chest and between the soft mounds of her beautiful breasts. He brushed his lips across her nipples, stiff and ready for suckling, then took one into his mouth. She moaned and clutched at his hair as he sucked, then nibbled on the hard little nub. He moved back and forth from one to the other, her sighs of pleasure urging him on. His hand trailed down her flat stomach and over her bare mons. She gasped as his fingers slipped into her wetness, touching her hard little clit and sending a shiver of warm waves of pleasure throughout her lower abdomen. As he continued to massage her sensitive little button, the tendrils spread until her entire body felt like an electric current was passing through it.

The sudden shrill buzzing of the alarm clock put a cold hand on her all consuming pleasure and she felt the warmth passing from her with the sound of the alarm bringing them both back to reality.

“Shit!” he exclaimed, his head poised over her inflamed lips. He glanced over at the clock and sighed resignedly as she slapped a hand on the off button, silencing the alarm. He smiled wanly at her and sat up, his eyes moving longingly over her beautiful naked body. “I’m sorry, honey. Duty calls.” She nodded and smiled up at him, her eyes no longer wild with desire, but still lively and dancing with sexual fire.

“I know,” she said, pulling him down for one more deep, intense kiss before allowing him to sit back up. She couldn’t help but notice his previously limp cock was beginning to show signs of life once again. She gave it a loving caress and licked her lips. “Rain check?”

He grinned and stood up, stretching but never taking his eyes off of her. She rolled onto her side, propping her head up on one elbow. “Definitely,” he replied with a wink and a grin, “You’re not getting off that easy!”

She sat up, her hair wild and her enticing green eyes even wilder. “Promise?” she said, slowly crawling on her hands and knees across the bed, her mischievous eyes locked on his ever hardening cock, her pink tongue moistening her luscious lips. He watched her for a few seconds, mesmerized by her amazing sexuality, then quickly stepped back as she reached the edge of the bed and reached out to him.

“Hey, now!” he said in a chiding tone, but with a glint in his eye, “If you do that again, you’re going to make me late!” He turned and went into the bathroom, and as Carrie flopped down on the bed, she heard the shower start and suddenly had a very naughty thought. Before she could do more than start to move, he poked his head out the door, wagging a finger at her. “Uh-uh, you bad little girl, don’t even think about it!” He winked and she gave him a pouty look, then rolled onto her back and spread her legs. Her fingers sought out her clit and as she listened to the splash of her husband showering, she brought herself to orgasm, finally somewhat satisfying her lust.

She got up and walked over to the window, parting the curtain enough to see out. They were at a beautiful log resort in the mountains where her husband, James, had some meetings with a new client to finalize a new ad campaign. The meetings would be finished today, or lunch tomorrow at the latest, then they were going to spend the rest of the week here, just the two of them. Like a second honeymoon, he’d told her.

The landscape was beautiful, a true winter wonderland. The lodge was a three story structure, made almost entirely of logs and built on the shore of a lake nestled in the basin of two mountains, whose rocky crags rose to dizzying heights. It was January and the frozen lake was covered in a mantle of unbroken powder that ended in a thick evergreen forest before gently sloping upward toward the steeper slopes where the trees gave way to the icy rock. She could see the ice crystals sparkling in the snow in the bright morning sunshine, like millions of tiny diamonds hidden amongst the white powder.

She was still standing there, completely naked, when he came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He stopped when he saw her there silhouetted against the bright sunlight, her body still taking his breath away even after eight years together, five as husband and wife. He still craved her like no other woman and their sex was always hot and satisfying for both. She must have sensed his presence and slowly turned to him, causing him once again to catch his breath. With a smile, she began a sultry walk toward him, her eyes moving instantly to the growing bulge at his crotch.

“Carrie . . .” he said, holding up a hand and shaking his head, “Please baby, I can’t. If I’m late it might jeopardize the whole deal.”

She pouted in a way that made his growing cock even harder, then climbed onto the bed, moving on her hands and knees toward him across the rumpled sheets. He walked over to where his suitcase was laid open on the bench at the foot of the bed and began to get dressed. She sat there watching him, one hand between her legs and the other caressing her hard nipples. He tried not to watch his sexy wife and struggled to pull on his shorts and pants over his raging hardon. He chuckled and shook his head, deliberately avoiding watching her masturbating as he pulled his white dress shirt on and began to button it.

“Baby, you are insatiable!” he exclaimed, sneaking a glance. He turned to pick up his tie and looked into her face just as she began to cum, gasping as her body stiffened, then trembled as she continued to finger herself to another orgasm. “Oh fuck,” he breathed, feeling himself leak a little precum into his clean shorts. Glancing at his watch, he unzipped his pants and dropped them, sliding his shorts down and releasing his hard member as he moved around to the edge of the bed. What the hell, he had to change them now anyway.

Carrie opened her eyes as if sensing the presence of his naked cock and smiled sexily. She dropped to her hands and knees and crawled over to him, eagerly grasping his stiff shaft and taking him deep into her warm mouth, murmuring her pleasure. James looked down and smiled, then inhaled deeply as her tongue and lips began to slowly make sweet love to his cock.

“Oh, yeah!” he sighed, “Suck it!”

She began to move faster, her hand stroking him as her head bobbed back and forth, saliva drooling from her lips. She loved going down on him and preferred to take her time, but she knew he was pressed for time and was working her best to get him off as fast as possible. He began to move his hips, fucking her hot little mouth even as she pumped him in and out, the tip going into her throat more often than not. Before long, he felt the familiar buzz and gripped her hair, pulling her harder and deeper.

“Oh, fuck!” he gasped, squeezing his eyes shut and thrusting forward. She murmured again and prepared herself to receive his load. A second later, he groaned loudly and she felt his seed shoot onto her tongue. She stopped her movements and concentrated on sucking, swallowing each shot then making sure she got every drop before finally releasing him from her lips, smacking them and grinning up at him.

“Mmm . . . that should hold me for a while,” she said with a smile and a wink.

He shook his head, grinning and chuckling softly as he kicked off his pants and shorts and reached into his suitcase for a fresh pair of boxers. “Don’t ever change, honey,” he said as he pulled his pants back up. She laughed and got up, straightened his tie, then gave him a quick kiss.

“Never,” she said, “I love sucking that big cock of yours.”

He grinned and kissed her again, then picked up his jacket from a hanger. He pulled it on, adjusted it and picked up his laptop and briefcase. She met him at the door and they kissed deeply, his free hand gripping her bare ass and squeezing it. “Meet you in the restaurant at noon, ok?” She nodded and he opened the door. Without even looking to see if anyone else was in the hallway, she rushed out after him and threw her arms around his neck, kissing him one last time. He laughed and looked up and down the fortunately empty hall.

“You are so bad!” he said, grinning and shaking his head. She stepped back into the doorway, blew one more kiss, then closed the door. He turned and walked toward the stairs, thinking for the millionth time that he was one lucky guy.

Chapter 2

Carrie closed the door and sighed. Despite masturbating herself to two orgasms, she was still horny as hell. Just the thought of James’ mouth on her pussy was making her wet again and the memory of his cock filling her the night before caused her to push two fingers deep into herself as she leaned against the thick pine door. She closed her eyes, imagining it was him inside her, moving slowly, touching her in so many sensitive areas at the same time. Oh, god, how she loved him. And she loved making love to him.

She let out a sharp cry as she came again, just the thought of their lovemaking enough to trigger another shuddering orgasm. She pulled her wet fingers from her dripping pussy and looked at them, her juices running down them. Almost without thinking, she brought them to her lips and slowly licked the drops from them, tasting her wetness. It wasn’t the first time she’d tasted herself, often sucking James to completion after he’d fucked her. She actually liked her taste and wondered if every woman had her own distinct flavor, like men did. She decided that they must as she slowly sucked her juices from her fingers and made her way to the bathroom.

She stood under the hot water, steam filling the bathroom as it beaded on her skin and ran down her overheated body in long streams. Her mind was still thinking very naughty thoughts and she wondered if she might be able to convince her husband to skip lunch and come back here for a nooner instead.

She rubbed a finger into her pussy and brought it back to her lips. This was making her very hot and she thought back to the discussion her and James often had about bringing another woman into their bed. She’d never been with another woman but loved watching bisexual and lesbian porn, and the L Word was one of her favorite shows. Did all that make her a closet lesbian? She quickly dismissed that thought. She loved the feel of having her pussy stuffed with a big cock and then fucked until she collapsed to a quivering heap way too much to give up men. But bi? Perhaps. Neither of them had ruled out the possibility of a threesome, but agreed it would have to be with the right person. A hooker or some cheap slut they picked up at a bar just wouldn’t feel right. There had to be some kind of connection, but nothing too intimate that might cause complications down the road.

She turned off the shower and walked naked and wet into the room, drying her hair with a towel. She dried off and sat down at the table to do her hair and apply her makeup, leaving getting dressed until last. She loved being naked and took every opportunity to remain so as long as possible, and rarely wore underwear. She finished and went over to her suitcase, unpacking it and placing her things in the closet and dresser. They’d been in too much of hurry to get into bed when they arrived the night before to worry about unpacking. She turned on the coffee maker and unpacked James’ suitcase, her hands lovingly caressing his shorts as she put them away in the drawer.

When she finished, she went over to the window and threw the curtains wide open, completely flooding the room in bright sunlight. She poured herself a cup of coffee and stood in front of the window sipping on it, once again taking in the incredible view. The sky was still mostly a bright blue, but she could see dark clouds gathering over the mountains. It looked like some snow might be coming their way, which she knew wasn’t an unusual occurrence this high in the mountains. Down in the parking lot, she saw people loading things into cars, many with ski racks on the roof. Unfazed by her nakedness and the fact that she was only on the second floor, easily visible to anyone who might happen to look up, she continued to stand there watching them walk back and forth, secretly thrilled that at any moment someone could glance up and see her.

As she stood watching, a black Cherokee pulled into the parking lot and parked directly across from her window. She could see there was only one person in it - a young woman. When she got out and reached into the back seat for two suitcases, she noted that she was quite attractive, with shoulder length blonde hair and tight jeans showing a very trim figure. Her bomber style winter coat covered her upper body, and she found herself wondering if the rest of her body matched her sexy hips and legs. She watched her over the top of her coffee cup as the woman began to walk toward the hotel lobby, wondering why such an attractive woman would be arriving alone at such a romantic getaway. Perhaps she was meeting someone. Yes, that had to be it. There was no way she was staying here alone.

Just before she moved out of her line of sight, the woman paused and looked up at her window. Their eyes met momentarily and she could swear she saw a slight smile on her face before she disappeared under the eaves of the roof. Carrie smiled, a surge of adrenalin passing through her at the knowledge she had been seen.

She finished her coffee and turned from the window, reluctantly picking up the clothes she’d chosen. She wanted to wear her tight jeans, which she knew looked great on her and that James loved, but he’d be wearing a business suit and she thought something a little less casual would be more appropriate for their lunch date. She pulled on a tan skirt that fell a few inches above her knees and a white blouse, leaving the top two buttons undone. No bra, no panties. Her credo was that if she couldn’t be naked, she wasn’t going to wear any more than she had to. She checked herself in the full length mirror, brushing her long hair over her shoulder, then satisfied with her appearance, slipped into a pair of heels and picked up her purse. She still had a couple of hours before lunch, but the lodge had a gift shop that may provide some distraction from her erotically charged thoughts.

She made her way down to the lobby, nodding a greeting to several people she met along the way. She was wondering if she might run into the blonde woman from the parking lot and what her reaction would be if she did. Would she be embarrassed? She thought not, but who knew? She wasn’t a shy person by nature and was comfortable enough with her body that she wasn’t ashamed to be seen naked.

But her curiosity went unanswered as the woman was nowhere to be seen. She went into the gift shop and browsed among the usual touristy offerings of knick-knacks, t-shirts, and mugs portraying mountain scenes and wildlife. Seeing nothing interesting, she left the shop and wandered toward the restaurant, fully aware of the looks she was attracting from the male guests. She pretended not to notice, but loved the idea that men still found her attractive at thirty. She worked hard at the gym to retain her girlish figure and was often told she had the body of a twenty year old.

She entered the restaurant, which had only a few guests at this hour, most having already eaten breakfast and already at the nearby ski slope, and still too early for the lunch crowd. A couple sat in one corner next to the large fieldstone fireplace, which she noted had a real wood burning fire in it, not one of those fake electric or gas models. She chose a table next to the large window where she could once again look out over the mountains and the parking lot. She enjoyed people watching, coming up with little scenarios about their lives and what brought them to this particular place. The waitress appeared and she ordered toast and coffee. There was a newspaper folded on the empty table next to hers and she picked it up, scanning the headlines while she waited for her breakfast.

She was engrossed in a story when the waitress brought her order over and she set the paper down, smiling and thanking the pretty girl. The waitress, whose name tag said her name was Beth, smiled and asked if she needed anything else. Carrie shook her head. She poured cream into her coffee and watched as Beth made her way back to the kitchen, her sweet young hips swaying inside the dark blue knee length skirt she wore.

She suddenly felt eyes on her and glanced to one side. Two tables over, and watching her with an amused smile, sat the blonde woman from the parking lot. She nodded a greeting, then glanced toward Beth as she disappeared through the swinging doors into the kitchen. She looked back over at Carrie and raised her eyebrows as if to say, ‘very cute’. Carrie held her gaze for a moment, then looked down at her hand absently stirring her coffee. Was she flirting with her?

She glanced back up and the woman was now talking with Beth, who’d come back out to bring her a menu and take her order. Trying not to appear too obvious, she took a closer look and noticed that her upper body was indeed as sexy as her long legs in those tight jeans. She had an amazing set of tits, not overly big, but well shaped and sitting high and firm under the tight sweater she wore. Carrie judged her age to be in her mid twenties, and her eyes were a bright blue, easily noticeable even from where she was sitting. Overall, a very attractive woman.

Beth left with the menu in her hand after pouring the woman a cup of coffee. She sipped at it and looked back over to Carrie, who smiled and turned her attention back to the paper. She was certain now that the woman was flirting with her. Enough men had done this for her to recognize it for what it was. The subtle body language, steady look, and warm smile were nothing new, but this was the first time a woman had done it. She went back to the article she was reading earlier, trying to take her mind off the pretty blonde.

A moment later, she sensed someone standing at her table and looked up, expecting it to be the waitress. She was surprised to see it was the blonde woman, smiling and holding her coffee cup.

“Hi,” she said in a sweet voice, then gestured toward the empty chair across from Carrie. “May I?”

“Uh, sure,” Carrie replied, closing her paper. The woman sat and placed her coffee on the table in front of her. She extended a hand across the table.

“I’m Samantha,” she said as Carrie took her hand and shook it, “Sam.”

“Carrie,” a somewhat subdued Carrie replied, forcing a smile.

Sam nodded and looked around the nearly empty dining room before settling her brilliant blue eyes back on Carrie’s. “Are you here alone, too, Carrie?” she asked before taking a sip from her mug. So she was here by herself after all.

Carrie shook her head. “No, I’m here with my husband. He’s in meetings today.” Sam nodded, glancing down at the ring on her left hand, but didn’t say anything. There was a long silence as each of them sipped their coffee and tried not to look nervous.

“So. . . you’re here alone?” Carrie finally asked, anxious to say something to break the increasingly unsettling silence.

Sam took another sip of coffee and nodded. “Yeah.” She paused as if deciding whether or not to say any more, then continued. “It was supposed be a romantic escape with my ex, but he dumped me two weeks ago. It was too late to cancel the reservations so I decided to come anyway .”

Carrie nodded. “I’m sorry,” was all she could think to say. Sam’s piercing eyes held hers for a moment until she had to look away. Beth came over and set a toasted bagel down in front of Sam and refilled their coffee. No one spoke until she’d gone back into the kitchen.

“Don’t be. Sorry, I mean. It’s been over for while now, just neither of us wanted to admit it.” She shrugged. “Life goes on.” Carrie didn’t reply and after a moment Sam leaned closer, picking up her bagel. “Do you like it when people see you naked, Carrie?”

Carrie was stirring her refreshed coffee and looked up suddenly, her heart beating rapidly. Sam was chewing on a mouthful of bagel, but her eyes were locked on Carrie’s. She swallowed hard and felt her face getting hot. Sam merely watched her for another moment, then said, “You have a great body, nothing to be ashamed of.”

Carrie suddenly felt very uncomfortable. This wasn’t like her and she silently cursed herself for being so embarrassed by this pretty woman with the bright inquisitive eyes and the hot body. She could feel herself becoming damp between her legs and was once again surprised that this was making her aroused.

“I . . . I just got out of the shower,” she stammered, her eyes dropping to her coffee cup. She could feel Sam’s smile without looking up.

“I see,” she replied, “And do you always open the curtains and stand there naked after you take a shower?”

Carrie, feeling her bold resolve returning, looked up. She met Sam’s eyes and this time held them. “Sometimes,” she replied, her voice quiet and surprisingly calm.

Sam held her eyes for a moment, then her lips parted in a wide grin. She leaned in closer. “So do I!” she whispered.

Carrie stared at her for a moment, then began to laugh. Sam joined her and the tension was broken. After they stopped laughing, Sam looked around the now deserted room. “So what are your plans for the day while your man is in his meetings?”

Carrie shrugged. “We’re meeting for lunch, then he’ll be busy until around four.” She took another sip of coffee, watching the pretty blonde over the top of her cup. Sam was nodding and picking at the remains of her breakfast. She looked around and then back to Carrie.

“Do you like girls, too?” she asked.

Carrie was momentarily taken aback by her blunt question. Her mouth dropped open and she quickly closed it. “I, uh . . .”

Sam gave a short laugh and smiled warmly. “I’ll take that as a no,” she said. “Relax, I didn’t mean to embarrass you. It’s just . . . I had a feeling about you and we seemed to be getting along so good . . .” She shrugged. “I thought maybe you liked me. Forget I said anything, ok?”

Carrie got over her shock and shook her head. “No, no, it’s not that. You just . . . surprised me, is all.”

Sam’s eyebrows shot up and a hopeful smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “So you do like women?”

Carrie felt her heart rising into her throat. The cards were on the table now, no more subtle looks and flirtatious double talk. Was she ready for this? Was James ready for this? Or did she just mean the two of them? She realized Sam was watching her, waiting for an answer.

“Well, I, . . . I mean we - James and I - talked about it. I am a little curious.”

Sam took another sip of coffee. “But you’ve never been with a woman.” It wasn’t posed as a question and Carrie chose not to reply. She looked around for the waitress and seeing her at the counter, signaled for another refill. Neither of them spoke as Beth hurried over and filled both of their cups.

When she’d gone, Sam leaned closer and reached across to take Carrie’s hand. “Would you like me to teach you? Show you how wonderful sex with another woman can be?” She gently caressed Carrie’s hand, bringing goose bumps to her flesh. “I think you’re very sexy, Carrie. And beautiful. When I saw you in that window this morning, you took my breath away.”

Carrie had a million thoughts running through her head. She was attracted to Sam, there was no question. But this wasn’t something she could do without talking to James first. That would be cheating and that was something she swore she would never do. She looked up, meeting Sam’s eyes. “I . . . I can’t,” she said, shaking her head, “Not without talking to my husband first.”

Sam sat back and inhaled a deep breath, then expelled it in a long sigh. “I see.” She studied Carrie carefully before speaking again. “So the only way would be if he was there too?”

Carrie shrugged and looked down before looking back up to her. “Maybe. I don’t know. I just know that I won’t cheat on him.”

Sam nodded and gave her a smile. “I understand, honey. And I respect that.” She fished into her purse, took out a piece of paper and a pen, and jotted something onto it. She passed it to her. “Here’s my room number. I’m staying all week.” She stood up and dropped a twenty onto the table. “Breakfast is on me, sweetie. Talk it over with your husband and get back to me, ok?”

Carrie looked at the paper. Room 218. They were in 224. Just down the hall. She looked up and smiled. “Ok, I will.” Sam pursed her lips in a kissing motion and walked across the room, her firm ass looking oh so good in those tight jeans. She glanced back as she turned the corner, giving a quick wave before she disappeared. Carrie looked at the piece of paper again and tucked it into her purse.

She left the restaurant and wandered back out into the lobby, not really having a destination in mind, her mind whirling from what had just happened. She needed to give this some serious thought. Sam seemed ok with having a threesome with them, even though she’d never met James. Maybe she’d finally found the right girl.

She absently went back to the gift shop and wandered the aisles without really looking at anything, her mind miles away. After a while, she looked down at her watch and saw it was almost noon. Time to meet James for lunch. The nooner forgotten, she hurried back to the restaurant and sat at the same table, trying to formulate a way to tell him about Sam and her proposal.

Chapter 3

James left the banquet room where he’d given the presentation to his client. It seemed to have gone well and he was hoping to be able to wrap it up by mid-afternoon so he could spend some time in bed with his sexy and very horny wife. It must be the mountain air, he thought as he made his way down the hall, tugging at his tie. She was always a little wild in bed, and usually up for just about anything, but last night and this morning she was like a sex starved nymphomaniac. He just hoped he’d be able to keep up with her for the rest of the week, he thought with a smile.

As he turned the corner into the restaurant, he thought there was a good chance she wouldn’t be there and he’d go back to their room and find her lying naked on the bed waiting for him. Even though he was hungry, he would happily skip lunch to spend an hour making love to her. But he spotted her right away, sitting by the window and looking out, the light from outside partially penetrating the thin white blouse and revealing a silhouette of her slender body under it. As he moved closer, he saw she was wearing a short skirt and knew she would be naked under it, causing his cock to twitch inside his slacks. Damn she was sexy!

She turned as he approached and her face lit up in a smile that literally took his breath away. “Hey! How did the presentation go?”

He leaned down and kissed her before taking off his jacket and sitting down. “Great!” he replied, spreading a napkin on his lap. “I’m pretty sure I sold them on it. We just have to iron out a few details after lunch . . .” He grinned widely and spread his hands, “. . . then I’m all yours!” He leaned across and took her hand. “Please be gentle!”

She giggled girlishly and squeezed his hand, chewing on her lower lip. She shook her head. “Uh-uh! Not a chance!”

He sighed and sat back resignedly. “Ah, the things I have to do. The sacrifices!”

Carrie leaned over and slapped his hands playfully as Beth arrived, glancing with mild curiosity at James. She smiled at them. “Hi again,” she said to Carrie as she placed menus in front of them. They both ordered coffee and James watched her as she walked away. He turned back to Carrie and she was giving him a look.

“What?” he asked, grinning, “Didn’t we agree that I’m allowed to look?”

She raised her eyebrows and tried not to crack a smile, wagging a finger at him. “But don’t touch.” He laughed and shook his head, then leaned forward, taking her small hands in his.

“Baby, I would never cheat on you. Never.” His eyes locked on hers and she knew he meant every word.

“I know,” she replied, equally serious, “and neither would I.”

He smiled but saw something in her eyes and his face became serious again. “Is something wrong?”

She smiled and shook her head. “No, of course not.” He gave her a look that said he didn’t believe her and she sighed, then looked around. “There’s something we need to talk about, but I don’t think this is the place,” she said in a low voice.

He cocked his head, a curious look in his warm brown eyes. “Oh? Can you give me a hint?”

She took a deep breath and looked around again to make sure no one was eavesdropping. “It, uh, concerns something we’ve talked about before.” She paused, her eyes locking on his. “About maybe asking another woman to . . . join us.” She arched an eyebrow and a his face took on a look of sudden comprehension.

“Oh . . . that!” he said, then his brow furrowed. “Why? Did you meet someone?”

She looked around the room again then settled her gaze back on him and nodded. “Maybe.”

He smiled. “I see.” His voice had a playful tone. “And where exactly did you meet this person?”

Just then Beth appeared with the coffee pot. They gave her their lunch order as she filled their cups and she went back into the kitchen. As Carrie watched her go, she caught a glimpse of familiar blonde hair and saw Samantha sitting at a table across the room, watching them with great interest. She quickly averted her eyes back to James, who was watching her expectantly.

“I’m sorry, what did you ask me?” she said, pouring cream into her coffee.

“I asked where you met this woman. And how do you know she’d be up for it?”

Carrie took a sip and added more cream. “I met her here. Earlier. And I know she’d be ‘up for it’, as you put it, because she told me she would be.”

He stared at her for a moment. “Are you telling me that a stranger you’ve never met before came up to you and said, ‘Hey, beautiful! Could I join you and your husband for a little orgy?’”

Carrie laughed shortly and shook her head. “No, not exactly. She wanted me at first and I said I wouldn’t do it without talking to you. Then she said if a threesome was the only way, that was no problem.”

He absorbed this and shook his head. “Wow, that sounds . . .” He seemed to be searching for the right word.

“Unbelievable?” she offered.

“Well, yeah, a little,” he said, the skepticism evident in his voice. “What’s this woman look like, anyway?”

Carrie took another sip. “See that cute blonde sitting alone by the fireplace?” James casually made a pass of the room, never resting his gaze in any one spot. He looked back at her, his eyes telling her that he saw her and found her as attractive as she did. “Her name is Samantha. She gave me her room number and said to let her know what we decide.”

James said nothing for a long time while Carrie swirled the remaining coffee around the bottom of her cup. Finally he leaned back and stroked his chin, eyeing her thoughtfully. “You’re really serious about this, aren’t you?”

She looked up and met his eyes, then shrugged. “Maybe, I don’t really know.” She inhaled deeply and swallowed the remains of her coffee. “We always said that with the right person, it could happen.”

He nodded slowly, still stroking his chin. “And you think she might be the right person?”

Again Carrie shrugged, then leaned back and studied his face. His expression was solemn, but she could see the familiar twinkle in his eye that told her he was definitely interested and that the ball was in her court. “I’m not saying we should jump right into bed with her, but maybe we could get to know her and see what happens.”

Just then Beth arrived with her ever present smile and sweet demeanor and set their lunch on the table. They said nothing while she went to get the coffee pot to refill their cups and James gave her a dazzling smile and told her they were fine when she asked if they needed anything else. She returned his smile with a slight blush and went to clear another table, sneaking the occasion glimpse over her shoulder at him.

Carrie noticed this and instead of being upset, grinned with amusement. “I believe you have an admirer,” she said, tilting her head toward the cute waitress. James glanced over at her then returned his gaze to Carrie, his mouth curling in a smile.

“Right. I can barely handle you. Someone that young would kill me for sure!”

She laughed at that and shook her head. “That’s probably true,” she joked, “You’re an old man don’t forget!” He was only two years older than she was, but it was a fact she never allowed him to forget with her constant playful teasing. The truth was he could satisfy her like no other man and she considered herself lucky to have found him.

He chuckled and picked up his BLT, taking a huge bite out of it. Carrie glanced over to where Sam had been sitting, but her table was empty, with only a plate with a napkin crumpled on it and an empty glass to indicate it had been recently occupied. She instinctively looked over to the cashier but no one was there. She must have slipped out shortly after they’d seen her. They ate in relative silence for a few minutes, each lost in their own thoughts. James finished his sandwich and leaned back, tossing his napkin to his plate.

“So, what should we do about your new friend?” He looked over at her, and his expression told her that he at least wanted to explore the possibility.

“Well,” she replied slowly, leaning forward, “Why don’t I find her while you’re in your meeting and get to know her a little better? Then we can talk about it tonight, maybe meet for drinks or something.”

“Or something?” His eyebrows shot up and his eyes twinkled.

Carrie laughed nervously. “She seemed to be mainly interested in me. What if she wants to . . . you know. . . just the two of us first? Would you be ok with that?”

He thought for a moment before answering. “I think I would,” he said thoughtfully, then grinned and added, “I mean, you would have to screen her performance. A noble sacrifice on your part!” Carrie shot him a dirty look and tossed her balled up napkin at him. He threw it back playfully, then his expression and tone became serious. “It’s not like you’d be sneaking around behind my back. And it isn’t with another guy. I would definitely have a problem with that.”

She nodded, wondering what had prompted her to even ask him that question. Maybe she subconsciously wanted to make love with another woman and was looking for permission to do just that. She admitted to herself that Sam’s offer to teach her had certainly piqued her interest. James continued. “If that’s what you and her decide, then ok.” He took her hand. “Just promise me you won’t fall in love with her and leave me.”

She smiled and squeezed his hand. “Not a chance, lover. You’re stuck with me.”

He gave her that boyish grin that made her knees weak and kissed her hand, then glanced at his watch. “I better be going. With any luck I’ll be able to wrap up early, but you never can tell with these things. If I run late, I’ll call you, ok?” She nodded and they stood up. They embraced and kissed quickly, then he picked up the check and went over to the cashier. She blew him a kiss goodbye then went out into the lobby, her eyes searching the crowd for blonde hair. But Sam had apparently disappeared. She decided to go back to their room to give this some more thought.

She climbed the wide curving staircase to the second floor and walked along the carpeted hallway toward their room. This part of the lodge didn’t have log walls like their room and the dining room did. Instead, the interior walls were of pine boards with dark knots dotting the glossy varnished surface. Pictures of wildlife and nature scenes were spaced between every knotty pine door and wall sconces cast a warm glow along the length of the hall, giving the place the feel of a private residence rather than a hotel.

As she passed the doors, she found herself checking the room numbers, odd on the left, even on the right. She passed 215, then 216, 217 . . . She paused. The next room was 218 - Sam’s room. Would she be in there and if she knocked on her door, what would she say? She hesitated a second longer, then began to walk past, her momentary bravery suddenly evaporating.

She quickly made her way to her door and was digging in her purse for her key when a noise caught her attention. She looked up and saw Sam standing at her open door, still wearing the same tight jeans and sweater she’d had on earlier. She was smiling and didn’t seem at all surprised to find Carrie in the hallway.

“Hi,” she said, starting toward her. Carrie forgot about the key in her purse and tried to smile.

“Oh, hi, Sam,” she said, her voice wavering. She stood there watching the attractive blonde walk toward her, her hips swaying and her breasts barely moving under the tight sweater. She swallowed hard and waited until Sam stopped next to her, her blue eyes glittering with an alluring light. “H . . . how are you?”

Sam ignored her question, letting her eyes move over Carrie’s body before locking onto her bottle green eyes. “Your husband is very good looking,” she said, her piercing blue eyes seeming to look into her very soul. Carrie simply stood still, not moving or speaking. “Is he as good in bed as he is to look at?” She leaned in closer until her lips brushed Carrie’s ear, her warm breath sending shivers down her spine. “Does he make you cum over and over until it feels like you’re going to pass out from pleasure?” She pulled her lips from her ear and turned her head so their faces were only inches apart. “Because I know I can make you cum again, . . . and again, . . . and again, . . . until you beg me to stop. But I won’t. I’ll keep you cumming so hard you may never want to fuck a man ever again.”

Carrie was speechless. Sam’s come on had taken her completely by surprise and she hadn’t felt such strong sexual tension since the first time she’d had sex. The pretty blonde pulled back and studied her eyes for a moment before speaking. “I saw you both checking me out in the restaurant so I’m guessing you asked him about me.”

Carrie nodded, dropping her eyes and fidgeting nervously with the clasp of her small purse. “Yes,” she said quietly, “I asked him.”

Sam continued to stare at her. “And . . .?”

Carrie took a deep breath. She was nervous, scared, and excited all at once. Somehow she found her voice and managed not to let it waver too much. “He said . . . that if I wanted to try it alone with you first, it was ok.” She looked up and saw a smile forming on Sam’s face. “He wants to meet later, for drinks.”

Sam nodded, then leaned in and lightly kissed her on the lips. “Then come to my room, baby,” she whispered softly, so close that her lips touched Carrie’s when she spoke. “Let me make love to you like only a woman can.” Before Carrie fully realized what was happening, Sam had taken her by the hand and was leading her to her room. She offered no resistance, following in an almost trance-like state as Sam led her through the door and closed it softly behind her.

Carrie looked around. The room was identical to theirs except for a different bedspread and curtains. She absently dropped her purse onto the table by the door and felt hands on her shoulders, kneading them gently. Her hands dropped to her sides and she closed her eyes, enjoying the soft touch of Sam’s soothing fingers. She could feel herself becoming very damp between her legs and wondered if Sam could smell the scent of her excited sex. It seemed very strong in her own nostrils and wondered if it was just her imagination or if her body was giving away her desires to this strong willed woman.

She felt warm breath on her neck followed quickly by soft lips leaving kisses on her skin, then delicate hands pushing her blouse aside so she could move along part of her shoulders. She heard herself murmur something and the hands moved from her shoulders around to the buttons of her blouse. She allowed her to undo them, simply enjoying her touch and warm kisses. When she had enough undone to allow her access to Carrie’s firm breasts, her hand moved inside and began to lightly tease her nipples. Carrie gasped and Sam’s breath was once again in her ear.

“Ooo, sensitive nipples,” she whispered, her breath now coming in short pants, “I’ve made women cum just by playing with their nipples.” She pinched one, causing Carrie to gasp. “Do you want me to make you cum, Carrie?”

Overcome by the feel of Sam’s gentle hands caressing her breasts and her warm breath in her ear, Carrie fond herself torn between two emotions. Her obvious lust and desire to make love with the beautiful woman fondling her breasts was strong and the dampness on her bare pussy lips confirmed her arousal. She wanted to give in; allow Samantha to have her way with her and fulfill her promise of a long, intense orgasm.

But then James entered her mind and her erotically charged lesbian fantasy was replaced by his warm smile and the way he made love to her, and she hesitated. Yes, he had given her his ok to do what she wanted with Sam, but was that only to please her? She couldn’t help but put herself in his position and try to picture him with someone else. She couldn’t imagine herself doing it.

Sam’s fingers were pinching her hard nipples and massaging her firm breasts and it felt so good, but suddenly very wrong. She brought her hands up and lay them over Sam’s, then slowly pulled them from her breasts. Sam’s lips brushed her ear again.

“What’s wrong, baby?” she breathed, “Don’t you like that?”

Carrie wriggled from her embrace and turned to her, her trembling fingers fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. She looked down, then slowly lifted her face to Sam’s.

“I . . .I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “I can’t do this.” She pushed past Sam and started toward her purse on the table by the door, but she felt a hand on her arm, gentle, yet firm. She stopped and turned again to face the attractive blonde.

“What is it? Am I moving too fast?”

Carrie shook her head as she hurriedly fastened the last button. “Maybe . . .I don’t know. It’s just that . . .” She paused and took a breath, finally looking up into Samantha’s bright blue eyes. She could see the disappointment in them, mixed with concern. “. . .I keep thinking of James, and even though he said this was ok, I still feel like I’m cheating on him.” Sam simply looked at her without replying and eventually Carrie turned to the door, taking the knob in her hand.

“What if he were here too?” Sam asked before she could open the door. “Would that be ok?”

Carrie paused, her hand still clutching the doorknob. She felt Sam’s gentle hand on her shoulder. “I really like you, Carrie. And I think we could be wonderful together.” Carrie didn’t turn around, but she didn’t open the door either. She felt Sam’s grip tighten and turned her around, lifting her face up to look at her. “Why don’t we keep that date for drinks and talk it over, all three of us. Please don’t give up on this, sweetie. If you do, you’ll spend the rest of your life wondering ‘what if’.”

Carrie thought about it for a second, then nodded. “All right.”

Sam’s smile returned. She cupped Carrie’s cheek in her palm, then leaned in and planted a soft kiss on her lips. “Ok. How about if we meet in the bar at eight?” Carrie nodded and mumbled an affirmative. Sam reached down and pulled the door open for her. “Ok, honey. I’ll see you then.”

Carrie turned to go and Sam’s hand pulled her to face her once again. “I respect your commitment to your husband, Carrie. If you decide this is too much, please don’t feel bad about it, ok?” She gave her one of her sweet smiles and Carrie managed a small one in return.

“Thank you,” she whispered, and quickly went out into the hall.

Sam closed the door and sighed heavily. She went over to the window and looked out at the lake. The blue sky of that morning had been replaced by thick gray clouds and already a few snowflakes were starting to flutter around the window pane. The parking lot had only a few vehicles in it because of the threat of the approaching storm and as she watched the thickening snow she wondered if there was any hope of bringing the pretty brunette into her bed.

Her hand stroked her breast, then she dropped it to the button of her jeans. She quickly had them unzipped and slipped her fingers into her panties, closing her eyes as she contacted her clit and began to massage it slowly. This would take care of her immediate needs, but she needed the touch of another person, preferably a woman. Suddenly her eyes opened and a smile crept across her face. Maybe there was another option.

 

Carrie walked quickly to her room, fumbling for the key as she walked. Her hands trembled as she inserted the key in the lock and opened the door. She tossed her purse on the dresser and went over to the window, her fingers toying with the buttons of her blouse as she stared absently out at the gathering clouds. She took a deep breath to try and stop herself from shaking. What had she nearly done? She loved her husband so much it hurt her to think she may have almost jeopardized the amazing relationship they shared. So what if had given her his assent? It still felt wrong not to have him there. Perhaps things would be different tonight. She was still very much attracted to the cute blonde down the hall and hoped her little moment of doubt hadn’t completely ruined the chances of them getting together.

She went into the bathroom and started a bath, then went out to the small refrigerator and took out one of the bottles of wine they’d brought along. She poured herself a glass, then quickly slipped out of her clothes and went back into the bathroom, sipping on the wine. As she sank into the warm water, she felt all the stress start to melt away and closed her eyes, lying her head against a rolled up towel. If she could just relax and think, she was sure she could work it out.

 

Chapter 4

James smiled and shook the hands of the clients as they wrapped up the presentation. It had gone as well as he’d hoped and he now had the signed contract safely tucked away in his briefcase. His train of thought had been constantly interrupted all afternoon by the thoughts of what his wife and the pretty blond might be doing together and more than once he’d had to concentrate to prevent himself from growing a hard-on during the meeting. Would Carrie have the courage to actually spend the afternoon in bed with another woman? She had always been willing to entertain any new sexual games or positions he’d ever come up with, and while a few didn’t work out, most did. As a result, their sex life was always exciting and never the same boring routine, whether it was sex in public or simply a new position one of them had heard or read about. She was without a doubt the most sexually liberal woman he had ever been with. Surely another woman would be just another new adventure for her.

As the clients made their way out of the meeting room and the hotel staff began to clean up the food trays and drink glasses, he closed his laptop and nodded a greeting to an attractive dark haired woman in one of the hotel’s knee length blue skirts and white blouse. She smiled warmly at him and he caught just a hint of a lacy white bra inside her partially unbuttoned blouse as she bent over to pick up the dishes. As he made his way out the door, he could feel his cock starting to grow at the idea of Carrie’s little tryst and hoped she would still be ready for a good fuck before dinner.

As he climbed the stairs to the second floor, he glanced at his watch. Four-forty-five. He’d hoped to wrap up the meeting earlier, but you never could tell about these things. At least that gave Carrie plenty of time to finish up with Samantha and hopefully be waiting to tell him all about it as he plunged his cock deep inside her tight pussy, still wet from Sam’s tongue.

He reached the landing and started the seemingly long walk down the carpeted hall to their room. He hadn’t taken more than a few strides when a door opened just a few doors from theirs and a familiar figure stepped out into the hall and pulled the door closed behind her. She was wearing one of the hotel’s blue skirts and when she turned toward him, he recognized her as Beth, the waitress from the restaurant. She stopped suddenly when she saw him and he saw her face blush a deep red.

“Well, hello there,” he said as he came closer, noting that she had just come out of room 218.

“Uh . . .hi,” she stammered, trying to give him a smile. He could see now that she was very nervous and her clothes and hair were slightly disheveled. He quickly put two and two together and smiled at the pretty young girl.

“Relax, honey, I won’t tell,” he said with a wink, nodding toward the door she’d just came out of.

She gave him a nervous smile, her large brown eyes transmitting her thanks. He turned as she hurried down the hall and down the steps, watching her sexy ass under the tight skirt until she was out of sight. He chuckled to himself and reached into his pocket for his room key, wondering what lucky guest had seduced the cute waitress.

He opened the door and stepped in, looking around for Carrie. He saw her crumpled skirt and blouse on the floor and loosened his tie. “Carrie?” No answer. He went over to the half closed bathroom door and tapped on it, pushing it open. “Honey? Are you here?

As the door swung open, he saw her lying in the bathtub, her eyes closed and her bare breasts rising and falling as she slept. He went over quietly and sat on the edge of the tub, watching her sleep for a long moment before reaching out and caressing her cheek softly.

“Carrie?”

She stirred at his touch and when he spoke her name, her eyes fluttered open. She seemed a little disorientated for a second, then looked up at him.

“James! Oh, I must have dozed off! What time is it?”

He chuckled and gently squeezed her firm breast. “Needed a little rest after a busy afternoon?” he asked, his eyes sparkling as he grinned down at her.

She looked away, then slowly shook her head. “I . . .I couldn’t do it,” she said quietly, then gave him a run-down of what had happened with Samantha. When she finished, she looked up at him, her hand resting on his knee. “It just didn’t feel right without you.”

He smiled, leaned down, and kissed her. She responded immediately, her hand going to his head and holding his mouth to hers as her tongue snaked into his mouth. Just his nearness, his scent, was making her wet and all she wanted at that moment was for him to take her to the bed and make love to her. They continued to kiss for another moment, then James pulled back and reached both hands down to her. She took his hands and he pulled her to her feet, the water streaming down her naked body and making him hard almost instantly. He helped her gingerly step over the side of the tub, then pulled her wet body to his, kissing her deeply as the front of his suit became wet from her dripping body.

Suddenly, he reached down and picked her up, still kissing her, and carried her out into the main room. He stopped before the bed and broke off the kiss, giving her a stern look.

“So you couldn’t fuck another woman, huh?” He glared at her, his eyes twinkling playfully.

Carrie, recognizing his role playing persona, immediately slipped into her character of the submissive slut.

“I . . .I’m sorry,” she mumbled, lowering her eyes. “I tried . . .” she said apologetically, “. . .but I just couldn’t do it.”

He shook his head and sighed, then threw her roughly onto the bed. “Then I guess I’m going to have to punish you. You know I wanted you to fuck her so you’d be ready when we all got together later.”

Carrie crawled to her knees on the bed and bowed her head. “I deserve to be punished,” she murmured in a low voice, “I failed you.”

He stepped closer to the bed and unfastened his belt. “You can start by sucking my cock,” he told her, standing with his hands at his sides.

Carrie crawled over to him and began to unfasten his pants. She pulled them down, then his boxers, and pulled out his hard cock. She looked up at him and he nodded. She gripped his hard member and slowly took it into her mouth, sucking hard as she did.

“More,” he said, placing a hand on the back of her head, “I want you to take it all, you disobedient little slut.”

He pushed her head forward, forcing the tip of his cock into her throat. He heard her gag, but knew she could easily handle his full length. This, he knew, was her favorite type of role-play and she often came just from sucking him while he treated her like this.

He watched as his beautiful naked wife took his entire length, her nose bumping against his trimmed pubic hair. She began to move back and forth, gagging sounds coming from deep in her throat as she pumped his cock in and out of her hot little mouth.

“Mmmm,” he murmured, pushing her hair from her face, “that’s good, my little slut. You like sucking my big cock, don’t you?” Carrie managed a nod without breaking her rhythm. “When you finish sucking me, I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop, then I’m going to cum all over that pretty face and watch you lick it up and swallow it.” She raised her eyes upward and nodded again, his thick cock still between her luscious lips.

She kept this up for a few more minutes while he took off his coat, tie and shirt until he recognized from her body language that her jaw was getting tired, then he pushed her back onto the bed. “All right, slut, turn around and give me that pussy.”

Carrie spun around and knelt on the bed on all fours while he kicked off his pants and shorts. He looked down at his naked wife, her ass pointing up at him while her face was buried in the covers of the bed. He reached out and gave her ass a solid slap and she cried out. He slapped her again and this time she moaned and whimpered, wriggling her reddening ass. He grabbed her cheeks and spread them wide, opening her pink pussy, swollen and dripping with her juices. Her tiny puckered asshole was looking straight up at him and he dipped a finger into her wet snatch, then rubbed it over her little rosebud. Carrie moaned and turned her head to one side, eyes closed. He continued to rub her back door, spreading more and more of her wetness over it.

“Would you like me to fuck you in that tight little ass, you horny bitch?” he teased, pressing his finger against her hole.

“Oh . . .” she moaned, “If that’s what you deem to be my punishment.” She gasped as he inserted his finger into her tight asshole. At the same time, he slid the tip of his cock along her wet lips, causing her to moan louder and push back, trying to force him to penetrate her pussy.

“Please . . .” she moaned, “. . .please fuck me now. I don’t care where. I just need to feel your cock inside me!”

He smiled and pushed his finger deeper into her tight little ass, causing her to grunt and grip the sheets. “I’ll fuck you when and where I want to, whore.” He reached down and grabbed her long hair, pulling her head up. “Do you understand?”

She attempted a nod, but he was holding her hair too tight. Not enough to actually hurt her - he knew her limits well - but enough to cause her some discomfort. “Y . . .yes, I . . .understand. I’m sorry.”

He leaned over her, his cock slipping between her labia. “Good. Don’t forget who is in charge here.”

She moaned as he pressed harder, pushing into her warm, wet pussy. She could feel him spreading her wider as he sank deeper, and his finger began to push in and out of her distended asshole, going deeper each time until he was fucking her with the entire length. She was in ecstasy, his cock finally fucking her while he diddled with her ass. Anal was a fairly recent addition to their sexual games, and she had only taken his cock a few times, but she was quickly learning to love it. The combination of his cock in her pussy and his finger in her ass was quickly bringing her to the brink of orgasm and she knew it would be a good one.

James began to move a little faster, thrusting deep into her until his pelvis met with the curve of her ass. She could feel his heavy ball sac slapping against her clit and his hand tugging on her hair was almost too much. She felt herself starting to cum, her body tensing and her pussy tightening around his thrusting cock. He must have felt it too because he began to slam harder into her, moving faster and faster. She began a long wail as her climax built and released. He continued his assault, their bodies slamming together almost in a blur. The room was filled with slapping of their sweaty skin and their gasping breaths, combined with Carrie’s increasingly louder moans.

She came for what seemed an eternity. His jack-hammer thrusts kept her cumming again and again until she lost count. It seemed unbelievable that he was able to last as long as he did, but he had always been an amazing lover, and never failed to pleasure her before he finally came. Finally, she felt his thrusts slowing and could hear his moans over her own from somewhere in the foggy depths of her barely conscious mind. A few seconds later, his finger was pulled from her rectum and then his cock was torn from her spasming pussy. She felt his hands on her waist and knew what to do.

Quickly, she spun around and presented her face to him while he stroked his wet cock. She looked up at him; at the grim look of concentration on his flushed face, then down at the swollen purple tip of his cock as he pumped it, pointing it at her face. He reached out with his other hand and grabbed her hair, yanking back until she was looking up at him, her mouth open to receive his load.

“Oh yeah, you fucking slut, I’m gonna cum all over that pretty face. Open wide!”

Carrie tried to open her mouth wider, pushing her tongue out just as he closed his eyes and groaned. A second later she felt his hot seed shooting into her face and closed her eyes. He came a lot, covering her face and depositing a good amount in her mouth and on her tongue. When he finally finished, he placed the tip of his cock against her lips and she eagerly sucked it in as he wiped gobs of thick semen from her face and eyelids. She opened her eyes and looked up at him as she took his seeping cock into her mouth and sucked until she had every drop, then swallowed it and licked him clean, her face streaked with his cum.

He smiled down at her and stroked her hair. “Holy fuck, baby, you are so good at that! Are you sure I’m not being too rough?”

She gave his cock one final lick, then sat back shaking her head. “No way! I love it!”

He chuckled and wiped another splatter of cum from her cheek. She grabbed his hand sucked his cummy finger into her mouth, cleaning the cum from it, then smacked her lips and grinned. “Mmm, you had pineapple juice, didn’t you?” They had both discovered that if he drank pineapple juice before sex, it made his cum taste sweeter.

He nodded and smiled sheepishly. “I had a feeling something like this might happen.”

Carrie laughed and wiped some more from her face, then licked it from her fingers. “Oh, you did, huh?”

He helped her to her feet and pulled her close. “Call me crazy, but I think you are one horny chick!”

She kissed him quickly, her hand going down and pinching his firm ass. “I just can’t help myself around you, lover,” she whispered. They kissed long and deep for a moment, then Carrie pulled away and glanced over at the clock. It was nearly six o’clock. “If we’re going to meet Samantha at eight, we should get dressed and go for dinner.”

They both went into the bathroom and she cleaned off her face while he started the shower. James went over to her and kissed her again. “We should go over some ground rules, too.” She gave him a questioning look. “You know, what we’re each ok with the other doing, stuff like that.”

Carrie nodded. “You mean, would I be ok if you fucked her?”

He shrugged. “It would be good to know because chances are it’s going to come up.”

Carrie thought for a minute, then met his eyes. “I know you love me, baby, and I know that tonight is just about sex. What we have is more, and whatever happens tonight isn’t going to change the way I feel about you. I love you too much to allow that to happen, and I trust you implicitly.”

He stroked her cheek as steam began to fill the room. “I love you so much, Carrie, and I trust you too. This will be a great adventure, nothing more.”

She smiled and kissed him, then took his hand and led him into the shower.

 

Chapter 5

 

Samantha had been sitting at the bar for about half an hour. It was almost eight now and she was watching the door, hoping that Carrie hadn’t changed her mind. The little tryst with Beth after Carrie had left her all hot and bothered that afternoon had quenched her fire somewhat, and while the pretty young girl had been a very willing and competent partner, Carrie was the one she truly desired. Her husband was also very hot and it had been some time since she’d enjoyed a threesome. Hopefully, that would soon change.

She sipped at her drink, only her second, and politely turned down an offer to join a group of people at one table that were one girl short for three couples. She smiled to herself, thinking one of the girls might be lucky enough to get double-teamed instead, then chuckled to herself. She was such a perv sometimes!

At a few minutes after eight, the door opened and James stepped in with Carrie holding his arm. He was wearing a pair of khaki slacks and an off white shirt, while Carrie wore a very short black mini skirt and white blouse. Every male head in the room turned as they crossed the room and her sexy attire gave Samantha a glimmer of hope that things would come to fruition. She licked her lips and felt the familiar surge of adrenalin at the anticipation of a new sexual experience. She waved at them and smiled as they saw her and came over to her.

“Hey, there! You decided to come!” she said, standing up from her bar stool.

Carrie returned her smile, although somewhat nervously. “Samantha, this is my husband, James.”

James held out his hand and Sam shook it, then indicated an empty table in the corner. “Why don’t we sit over there where we can talk.” They all made their way over to the table and after giving their drink orders to the waitress, sat quietly. Finally Samantha took the initiative.

“I know this can be a little awkward at first,” she said, reaching out to touch Carrie’s hand, “but we’ll soon get over the initial weirdness and once we all get naked . . .” she grinned, “we’re gonna have a great time!” Her eyes sparkled with excitement as they moved from Carrie to James, then back to Carrie.

“This is all new to us,” Carrie explained, “but it’s something we’ve wanted to do for a while now.”

James nodded and took over. “Yes, we just needed to find the right person.”

Samantha chewed on her lip. “And you think that I’m that person?”

James and Carrie exchanged a look, then Carrie nodded. “I believe so. You’re experienced with women, and you seemed to have no problem with inviting James to join in so I’m guessing you’ve done that before too.”

Samantha took a sip of her drink and laughed softly, nodding. “Yes, you guess correctly.” She looked up at them and her expression grew more serious. “But I don’t do this all the time, and not with just anyone who asks. I’m very particular about who I invite into my bed.” Her face softened. “I just wanted you both to know that.”

James nodded approvingly. “Thank you. That means a lot.” Carrie smiled and nodded her agreement.

 

They sat there for about an hour, getting to know one another a little better and having a few drinks to relax. Samantha asked if there was anything they would be uncomfortable with and after a short pause, they both shook their heads. If they were going to do this, they wanted the full experience. Who knew if they would have another opportunity anytime soon.

 

After they’d all finished their third drinks, James looked at the two beautiful women and said, “Are we ready to do this?”

 

Sam looked at Carrie and she nodded. They all got up and James went to the bar to pay the tab while the two women went out into the lobby. Samantha took Carrie’s hand and turned to face her. “This is going to be a night you won’t forget, baby,” she whispered, leaning in to kiss her briefly.

 

Carrie, feeling a little nervous despite the three Long Island iced teas she’d had, only smiled and nodded. A moment later James rejoined them and they made their way up the stairs to the second floor. They had agreed to use Samantha’s room and when James saw the room number, he smiled to himself. So this was the lucky “guy” who had seduced the cute waitress earlier.

 

Samantha opened the door and stepped aside to allow them in first. They went in and she closed the door behind them, then went over to the mini bar. “Would you guys like another drink first?” James took a scotch but Carrie said no, explaining that she had already reached her limit with the wine and drinks at the bar.

They sat around chatting, with Carrie sitting close to James on the edge of the bed while Samantha sat in the wing back chair a few feet away. She crossed her long legs as she sipped at her drink, her soft blue eyes moving back and forth from James to Carrie as they talked about this and that - small talk that they hoped would ease the sexual tension they all felt at one level or another.

Finally, Samantha set her drink down and unfolded her long legs. She stood up and came over in front of them, looking from one to the other. Carrie looked up at her, then lowered her eyes nervously and leaned closer to her husband. James, despite the enviable position he now found himself in, was surprised at his own trepidation in closing the deal, so to speak. Here he had two gorgeous, horny women who wanted to have sex with him - and each other - and he was actually having second thoughts!

Samantha seemed to sense their reluctance and reached out a hand to each of them, smiling warmly.

“It’s ok to be a little nervous,” she said as each of them took her offered hand after a few seconds of hesitation. She smiled warmly as they stood up with her. “I know this is all new to you and I promise to make it as comfortable and exciting as possible.” She kissed each of them briefly on the lips and grinned. “I promise you’re gonna love it!”

Carrie, feeling some relief at her encouraging words, looked over at James, taking his hand. He turned to her and they smiled at one another, then kissed. It was just a soft, lingering peck on the lips at first, then they began to take it further, kissing deeper. Tongues became involved and hands roamed.

Samantha smiled and watched as they made out like two lovestruck school kids, so wrapped up in one another that they seemed to forget she was even there. Her eyes moved up and down, taking in the sexy curves of Carrie’s hot body in the tight skirt, then she studied James closer. While Carrie had been her main focus for the evenings activities, the more she got to know her handsome and charming husband, the more she liked him. He looked like he had an athlete’s body under his modest but stylish clothes and she couldn’t wait to get his shirt off and see for herself. And if he was even half as good in bed as Carrie had insinuated, this was going to be a very interesting night!

She allowed them to finish their kiss, then moved closer as they pulled apart, her arms around each of their shoulders and her face as close as theirs were to one another. She looked into James’ eyes for a moment, then Carrie’s. Carrie licked her lips nervously, but before she had a chance to move or say anything, Samantha’s lips were pressed to hers and her tongue probed at her soft lips. At first, Carrie’s only response was to tense up, but Sam persisted and after a few seconds, she relaxed and began returning the kiss, parting her lips to allow Sam’s tongue into her mouth.

James watched in fascination, his face only inches from theirs, as his sexy wife kissed the hot blonde passionately. He felt his already hard cock twitch at the sight, amazed at how much it turned him on to watch his wife with another woman. Samantha’s sexy body was pressing against his and he could feel the soft flesh of her breast against his chest.

They continued the kiss for maybe thirty seconds, then Samantha broke it off and gave Carrie a quick peck, smiling at her. “Mmm, I love your kisses!” she whispered, planting one more on her wet lips. “Would it be ok if . . .?” She tilted her head toward James. Carrie looked over at him, then back to Sam and nodded. Sam grinned and turned to James, moving in quickly to kiss him hard, her tongue pushing into his mouth.

James, surprised by her sudden advances, took a few seconds to respond, then began to kiss her hungrily, sucking on her tongue and pushing his own into her mouth. After all these years with Carrie, this was the first time he had ever kissed another woman and the feeling was . . .well, different. In a good way. As their tongues lashed together, he wondered how much different her pussy would feel and felt himself grow so hard he thought he may burst out of his pants.

Carrie watched her husband kissing her and couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy, even as Sam’s hand caressed the back of her neck while she was doing it. They pulled apart after a few seconds, leaving them both a little breathless. Sam ran her hands down each of their backs and settled on their asses, giving each a little squeeze.

“Why don’t you . . .,” she said, turning to Carrie, “. . .introduce me to your husband’s big cock.” She grinned at James. “We can both go down and say hello!”

Carrie looked to James as if seeking his approval, but he only grinned and nodded at the sexy blonde. “Oh, yeah!” he replied, his eyes sparkling.

Sam laughed and kissed them both again, then reached down and began to undo his pants. Carrie watched her, trying to quell the jealous feeling by telling herself this was only sex. James loved her, and he promised that wouldn’t change. As Samantha began to work his pants down, she resolved herself to stop feeling jealous and just enjoy the experience.

Sam let James’ slacks drop around his ankles and looked down at the huge tent in his boxers. She let out a low whistle and looked up at Carrie, grinning. “Holy crap, girl! I see now why you married him!”

Carrie giggled and James felt his face getting hot. He knew he was a little above average, though not what you would call huge. He was a little uncomfortable being scrutinized and was relieved when Sam turned her lustful gaze to his wife.

“Maybe you and I should do this topless,” she suggested with a wink. Carrie grinned and reached for the hem of her shirt. Even under these extraordinary circumstances, she was comfortable being naked and had no problem baring her breasts for the hot blonde. She quickly had her top off and Samantha licked her lips as her eyes traveled over her full tits with the rock-hard nipples. “Oh, wow, those are gorgeous!” she exclaimed, reaching out to cup one. Carrie sighed as her fingers touched her areola, making slow, delicate circles around her engorged nipples.

James watched silently, his pants crumpled around his ankles and his cock making a wet spot on his boxers. Samantha seemed to come out of a daze and grinned, then pulled her own top off, shaking her hair free as she did. Her breasts spilled out, quivering slightly as they settled high on her chest, her nipples pointing upward. She teasingly licked a finger, then began to rub it around, then over her swollen nubs, smiling at each of them as she did. “I love having my nipples played with . . .and sucked,” she breathed, closing her eyes as a look of serene pleasure enveloped her pretty face.

Carrie watched her for a few seconds, then looked over at James, who quickly averted his eyes from Sam’s perky breasts. He smiled feebly at her and she laughed, trying to show him that it was ok for him to admire their new friend’s tits. She certainly was.

Sam opened her eyes and looked back down at James’ throbbing hardon inside his boxers, the growing wet spot clearly visible. She looked over at Carrie and grinned. “Somebody wants some attention!” she said with a little girlish giggle. She grasped Carrie’s hand and dropped to her knees

before him, pulling her down with her. She reached up and hooked her fingers in the waistband of his shorts and began to work them down over his erect cock.

Carrie watched as another woman slowly exposed her husband’s thick, hard cock; hers alone for the past eight years. Now here she was, sharing her man with this beautiful and exciting woman, and it felt incredibly erotic. As the soft purple head emerged, then, inch by inch his rough shaft, she licked her lips in anticipation of having him in her mouth again. She truly loved sucking his cock and giving him the pleasure she knew he experienced from it. Samantha was slowly lowering his boxers, her eyes glued to his hard phallus and her tongue moving almost unconsciously across her lips.

When she finally pulled them low enough to fully release him, his cock was pointing straight out at them, his balls heavy and his scant pubic hair curling around the base. Samantha looked up at him and took him in her hand.

“Mmm, I bet you taste good!” she said, then quickly parted her lips and sucked the head into her mouth, rolling her tongue across it like a lollipop. James sighed and looked down at the two women kneeling before him. Carrie was watching Sam suck on his cock, taking nearly half of it into her mouth before releasing it and passing it to her. “Your turn, sweetie,” she said with a wink.

Carrie took him in her hand and pressed her lips to the soft tip, her tongue poking out and licking up a drop of precum before plunging him into her mouth, sucking hard and pumping him with her hand. James moaned and she felt a small taste of satisfaction that she was able to get more of a reaction from him than Sam had. Of course, she’d had eight years to learn what turned him on, but it was still a good feeling.

They began to switch off, each taking him for a minute at a time. James began to feel himself inching closer and closer to release. The idea of two beautiful women taking turns blowing him combined with their different styles was one of the most erotic things he could ever remember doing. Trying to hold himself off as long as possible, he began to think of something else - his presentation that afternoon, the increasingly stormy weather outside, meeting Beth exiting Sam’s room that afternoon. Oh shit.

He looked down to see Carrie now had him deep in her throat while Samantha held her hair back with one hand while cradling his balls with the other. This was too much. No man could withstand this kind of pleasure for very long without exploding.

“Oh, fuck . . .!” he gasped, feeling his balls tighten.

Carrie knew exactly what was about to happen and Sam seemed to as well. “Pull off!” she urged, “Let him cum on our faces!” Carrie pulled his cock from her lips, her hand pumping it steadily while they both looked up at him, their mouths open. “Come on, baby!” Sam whispered, “Let us have it!”

James looked down again at the two beautiful faces looking up and waiting to receive his load and that was all it took. He stiffened and groaned, and a second later he felt the surge of his cum being ejected through his shaft. He cried out and looked down as shot after shot erupted from his cock, splattering the faces and open mouths of both girls equally. As his orgasm subsided and his body relaxed, he felt warm lips suckling on the sensitive head of his cock. He looked down to see Sam popping it from her lips and passing it to Carrie, grinning up at him with splotches of his seed covering her face.

“You taste yummy, baby!” Sam exclaimed, licking her lips. Carrie sucked on his cock for a moment, then released it, her own lips smacking.

“He drinks lots of pineapple juice,” she said, smiling up at a very satisfied James.

“Ah, good idea,” Sam said, wiping a gob from her cheek and popping her finger into her mouth. “Mmm . . .very good!”

James took a half step backward and sat down on the bed, his pants and shorts still around his feet. He looked down at the cum-streaked faces of the girls and smiled. This was already hotter than he ever imagined, and they were just getting started!

Sam got to her feet. “I’ll get you a towel,” she said to Carrie and wandered off to the bathroom. James looked down at his wife wearing only the tight black skirt, her breasts and face splattered with his cum.

“Are you ok?” he asked quietly.

Carrie glanced toward the open bathroom door, where they could hear water running, then back to him and nodded, smiling. “I’m ok.”

He watched her for a long moment, studying her eyes. He could read some trepidation in them, but no hurt feelings. He smiled down at her as Sam emerged from the bathroom with a towel. While in there, she’d removed the tight jeans and was now wearing only a very skimpy pair of black lace panties, smiling at them both as she walked sexily over to where they were. Both of them could only stare at her beautiful body, her long legs and those amazing tits until she stopped before them and passed a towel to Carrie.

“I figured we might as well all get comfortable,” she said, running her hands over her nearly bare hips. James swallowed hard, feeling his recently deflated penis attempt a revival at the sight of the hot blonde in the tiny panties.

Carrie accepted the towel and began to wipe her face, dividing her attention between Samantha’s nearly nude body and James. It wasn’t hard to tell he was enjoying himself, and she was as well. So far, everything was going according to plan. This was just sex; no more. He was simply a man admiring a pretty girl, and she could hardly fault him for that. She realized that Sam was speaking to her and blinked out of her thoughts.

“Huh?”

Sam winked at James. “I guess your wife likes what she sees too!” James chuckled and Sam grinned down at her, reaching out a hand. Carrie felt herself blushing, but allowed Sam to help her to her feet. She caressed Carrie’s cheek, then let her hand move down over the swell of her breast, along her torso to the curve of her hips inside the short skirt. Carrie shivered at her delicate touch, so unlike that of a man. Sam leaned in and kissed her, then nodded to her skirt.

“I think it’s time we all undressed,” she said softly, her fingers moving to the button of the skirt. Carrie simply stood there and allowed her to unfasten the button and slowly lower the zipper. Her skirt slid over the curve of her hips and dropped to her feet, leaving her naked with the exception of her stiletto heels. She bent over to unstrap them, but Sam stopped her. “Leave them on,” she said, “At least for now.” They both turned to James and he pulled his eyes from Carrie’s nakedness long enough to nod his agreement.

“Oh, yeah,” he whispered, still nodding, “Definitely leave them on!”

Carrie smiled at him, pleased that even with Samantha standing there in nearly the same state of undress, she could still take his breath away. Sam began to work her small panties down, exposing her mons with the light blonde rectangle of hair over a shaved pussy. She pulled it over her bare feet - she had taken her shoes off in the bathroom when she took her jeans off - and tossed it aside. Now both women stood before him, naked, and very appealing. He felt his cock twitch again and absently wondered just how many more times he’d be able to perform that day.

Sam reached out and embraced Carrie, kissing her deeply. As James watched, their naked flesh pressed together; breasts to breasts; nipples to nipples. He moaned at the incredible beauty before him and silently thanked the gods of sex for the bounty they had bestowed upon him. The girls separated and turned to him, still arm in arm. Sam leaned in and whispered something in Carrie’s ear, causing her to giggle.

“What’s so funny?” James asked.

Sam looked at Carrie then turned to him. “I was just asking how long it will take you to be back and ready for action.”

Carrie laughed. “I don’t know, it might be a while. He’s had a very busy day!”

James grinned and looked down at his flaccid penis, lifting it and letting it drop back down. He looked back up at them and shrugged. “They way you two look, I don’t think it’ll take too long.”

Samantha’s eyebrows went up and she grinned, her hand moving to Carrie’s breast. “Well, maybe we can do something to help you along.” She placed her hands on Carrie’s shoulders and began to kiss her lips, cheeks, and neck as she slowly moved her backward until she bumped against the bed. She pulled her lips from Carrie’s and smiled. “Why don’t you just lie back and let me take care of you?”

Carrie sat down on the bed and allowed Samantha to push her down so she was lying on her back. She wriggled further along it until she was completely on the bed, her eyes locked on the naked blonde watching her lustily while she teased her hard nipples. When Carrie was in position, Samantha pushed her feet apart and knelt on the bed between her legs, then leaned over her. Her breasts swung pendulously, brushing against Carrie’s as she crawled up and kissed her. As their lips met and Sam’s tongue pushed into her mouth, Carrie felt her pussy leaking at the thought of what was coming.

James moved to the bed and sat next to Carrie as Sam broke of the kiss and began to move her lips down to Carrie’s breasts, sensually teasing and sucking on each of her nipples in a way that made her shudder with pleasure. At that moment, she fully believed the blonde’s earlier claim to be able to make her cum just by sucking on her tits.

But Samantha had other plans. The scent of Carrie’s excited pussy was strong and she couldn’t wait to be lapping up her sweet juices. She kissed down her hard belly and breathed along her swollen, wet lips. Carrie moaned and wriggled on the bed as her lips brushed along her labia, wishing she would stop her teasing and just lick her wet pussy.

James watched all this is in silence, already feeling his cock beginning to recover. It was amazingly erotic to watch his wife being pleasured by another woman - more so than he had expected. He reached out and began to tease Carrie’s nipples as Sam’s head ducked between his wife’s spread legs.

Carrie gasped and moaned, closing her eyes as she felt Sam’s tongue start its slow, probing caress along her sensitive pussy lips. The combination of her tongue in her pussy and James rubbing her nipples was amazing. She began to rock her hips in time to Sam’s tonguing, already feeling the tingle deep inside her pussy begin to grow stronger.

After several minutes, Carrie was barely able to form a coherent thought. Sam was alternating between her clit and sucking on her dripping cunt, with two fingers probing at her g-spot. James was still playing with her tits, now pinching and tugging on her nipples at her own insistence. The result was that she was on the verge of a crashing orgasm, her body completely at the mercy of her two lovers. She reached up and gripped the back of James’ neck, pulling his face to hers. She kissed him hard, her tongue pushing deep into his mouth for only a few seconds before she released him and felt herself about to explode.

“Oh, shitttt!!” she cried, her body tensing as she built toward release.

Sam seemed to increase her oral attentions while Carrie thrust her hips upward, crying out as her orgasm enveloped her for what felt like a long time before releasing and sending her into a spasm of jerking movements, all the while crying out and moaning incoherently. Samantha remained at her pussy, trying to swallow her sweet cum, but it soon became impossible and she sat up, watching the pretty brunette twist and writhe on the bed. She wiped Carrie’s juices from her chin and glanced up at James, who watched until Carrie relaxed, then looked up at Samantha. He raised his eyebrows, then winked at her and she grinned at him, swiping a hand across her wet lips.

Samantha crawled up and kissed Carrie softly as she lay there gasping. “Are you ok, baby?” Carrie nodded, but didn’t try to speak or even open her eyes. Samantha looked up at James, then leaned in to kiss him. As their lips met, he could taste the familiar taste of his wife’s cum on her lips, which only made her kiss more delectable.

They pulled apart and looked down to see Carrie watching them, a curious smile on her lips. She reached up for James and they kissed for a moment before she released him and pulled Sam to her, kissing her hungrily.

“That was . . .” Carrie began, then grinned. “That was everything you promised!”

Samantha laughed and looked over at James, who had a puzzled look on his face. “I promised her I’d make her cum over and over until she begged me to stop,” she explained, then looked back down at Carrie’s flushed face. “Apparently, she has a bigger threshold for pleasure than I first suspected.” She leaned closer. “Next time, I promise you’ll beg me to stop!”

Carrie giggled and pulled her in for another kiss. James joined them in their naked embrace and all three lay there for some time, cuddling and kissing; just enjoying the intimacy. The ice had been broken and the nervous tension was gone, paving the way for a night of unbridled sexual experimentation.

 

Chapter 6

They lay there talking and holding one another, telling their likes and dislikes. Samantha grinned when she was told of Carrie’s submissive slut fetish. “I think we can have some fun with that!” she exclaimed with a wink to James. She explained that she liked to be the dominant female, but also enjoyed being submissive at times. She asked if they ever used restraints and they both shook their heads, but agreed it wasn’t out of the question.

Samantha glanced down at James’ fully hard cock and nudged Carrie. “I think someone wants to play!”

Carrie propped herself up and watched as Sam took James’s cock in her hand and leaned in to take it into her mouth. She looked up at her husband’s face and found his look of pleasure getting her turned on again. She watched as Sam sucked noisily on it, her head bobbing up and down, and suddenly wondered that if watching him get a blow job made her this hot, what would it be like to watch him fuck another woman? She had to know.

She crawled over and moved her head in next to Sam’s. Sam pulled her lips from the hard cock, expecting Carrie wanted a turn, but instead she met her eyes, then kissed her hard. “I want to watch him fuck you,” she said in a hoarse whisper.

Sam’s eyes gleamed and a smile spread across her lips. “Are you sure?”

Carrie looked up at James, who’d heard her and was waiting to see what her reply would be. As their eyes met, he knew she meant it and nodded almost imperceptibly. Carrie looked back into Sam’s piercing blue eyes.

“Yes. I want him to fuck you so hard that you’ll be the one screaming for mercy.” She held Sam’s eyes for a long moment until Sam looked up at James.

“What do you say, stud? Do you feel up to the challenge?”

James grinned and stroked his hard cock, pressing it against her lips. “Oh, yes, you dirty little slut. I’ll have you begging for mercy!” He gripped her head and pushed her mouth onto his cock, glancing over at Carrie as he did. She was watching with a wild look in her eyes and her tongue moistening her lips as Sam was forced to swallow her husband’s cock.

James held Sam there with his cock in her mouth for several minutes before releasing her. He gripped her by the hair and lifted her head up, looking into her wild eyes. He could tell she was enjoying this as much as they were. Still holding her hair, he got to his feet beside the bed, pulling her with him. Then he turned her to face the bed, where Carrie still lay, then leaned in and whispered into her ear loud enough for Carrie to hear.

“I’m going to fuck that tight little cunt of yours, bitch, and I want you to eat my wife’s pussy while I do it!”

Carrie moved into position without hesitation as James bent Sam at the waist and pushed her face into the covers. Carrie quickly opened her legs and Sam buried her face in her pussy again, causing her to moan as her mouth began to work on her sensitive pussy for the second time.

James watched as Carrie closed her eyes and leaned back, her expression telling him she was truly enjoying her first bisexual experience. He looked down at the smooth curves of Samantha’s perfect ass and smacked her on one cheek. She moaned and wriggled her hips in response. Next, he placed his foot between hers and forced her legs open, exposing her swollen pink lips to him. He reached down and grasped her cheeks, opening them up and exposing the brown rosebud of her ass. He took his cock in his hand, precum already oozing from the tip, and placed the tip on her puckered back door. He began to move it back and forth, his precum acting as a lubricant. She wriggled her hips and he heard her moan into his wife’s pussy, telling him she liked what he was doing.

He kept this up for a few minutes, then moved his cock down to her dripping snatch. As he pushed the tip between her outer lips, she lifted her face from Carrie’s twat and moaned. “Oh, fuck yes!”

Carrie opened her eyes and watched as James suddenly thrust his entire length into the hot wetness of Samantha’s pussy, causing her to groan loudly. When he noticed she wasn’t giving Carrie’s pussy the proper attention, his hand came down on her left cheek with a resounding “thwack”. Samantha jumped and let out a cry of surprise.

“I didn’t tell you to stop eating her cunt, slut!” he growled, giving Carrie a wink.

Samantha murmured, “Yes, Master,” and dove back in, attacking with renewed vigor. James smiled to himself. Master. In all the times he and Carrie had role-played, he had never had her call him Master. He kind of liked it.

He slowly extricated his long cock from her tight, wet hole, then pushed it back in. She felt so different than Carrie - still very good, just different. Again, he pumped in and out, gradually increasing his speed. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her to him as he thrust in. She grunted and moaned, but never once quit licking at Carrie’s increasingly excited pussy.

Carrie tried to concentrate on watching her husband fucking Sam, despite the amazing cunnilingus she was experiencing. She wished she could be back where she could see his cock moving in and out of Sam’s pussy, slick with her juices. As it was, she could see the look of concentration on his face as he pounded her harder and harder, their movements shaking the large bed. The sight of her husband doing this to another woman, combined with being thoroughly eaten by a very experienced pussy licker, was quickly bringing her to the brink of another orgasm. She felt the buzz start almost immediately and spread outward from her belly until her whole body tingled. Suddenly, Sam’s lips locked onto her hard clit and she lost it, her cries reverberating off the log walls as she came hard in Sam’s mouth. Her body twisted on the bed as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washed through her until she couldn’t take any more and pulled away from Sam’s hungry mouth.

James watched his wife cum for the second time that night from Sam’s mouth and redoubled his relentless pounding. He was determined to make the sexually empowered young woman submit to his powerful thrusts until she came hard and begged him to stop. His hands tightened on her waist, slamming their bodies together. Sweat dripped from his brow onto her back, her moans and cries mixing with the slapping of their flesh.

Suddenly, he extracted his cock from her hot cunt and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her to her feet, then turning her around to face him. As their eyes met, he could see the lust in hers and knew he wasn’t pushing things to far. He sneered at her and stepped back, then pushed her to her knees.

“Suck me, bitch!”

Sam fell to her knees before him and took his gleaming wet cock in her hand. As her mouth opened, she felt his hand on the back of her head and he pushed her onto him until she felt his head touch the back of her throat. Then he began to move her head back and forth, fucking her mouth. She gave no resistance, loving the way he was completely dominating her while his wife watched. Despite her feelings of sexual superiority, she was almost thankful he had given her pussy a break and attacked his cock with vigor, happily allowing him to push his cock past her tonsils and into her throat until she had swallowed the whole thing. As she felt her throat constrict around his thick shaft, she wondered if Carrie also deep-throated him. As her air began to run out, he seemed to sense it and allowed her to pull him from her throat, but continued to make her suck him.

James sighed contentedly as Sam’s mouth enveloped his throbbing cock. He prided himself on being able to hold off for a long time if necessary, but between her tight little pussy and her expert cock-sucking, he wasn’t sure he would have lasted this long if not for the double-team blow-job earlier. He looked up at Carrie, who was sprawled on the bed with one hand between her open legs and the other massaging her tits. He grinned at her and she returned his grin with a lick of her luscious lips. He had been afraid she may be jealous, but her actions and the look in her eyes told him she was enjoying herself as least as much as he was - maybe more. She patted the bed beside where she was laying, then moved her eyes to Sam, who was still on her knees with his cock in her mouth. James smiled knowingly and stepped back, pulling his cock from the sexy blonde’s mouth. She looked up at him and moved to take him back in, but he stopped her with a hand on her head.

“No, whore. On your back on the bed. You need to be fucked some more.”

 

Samantha nodded, once again muttering “Yes, Master,” and climbed onto the bed, lying on her back with her knees up and legs open wide. Her pussy gaped at him, her swollen lips glistening with her juices and her pink flesh inviting him to fill her. He went over to the bed and crawled between her legs, lifting each of them up and resting her ankles on his shoulders. He grinned down at her as his cock pressed against her wet lips. Carrie scurried over next to her, watching with great interest as her husband prepared to once again plunge deep into her pussy.

“Are you ready?”

Sam held up a hand. “Please, let Carrie lick me first?”

Carrie looked at her, then up to James. He shrugged. “Would you like to lick the slut, my dear?”

She hesitated, her head spinning. Was she ready to do this? She had never gone down on another woman before, but then she’d already done things tonight she’d never done before. James’ voice brought her from her thoughts.

“Well? I can’t wait all night to fuck this slut.” His eyes danced with a fire that she recognized from their role-playing games. “I think you should do it.”

Carrie swallowed and looked down at Sam’s pussy, open wide with her husband’s cock poised to enter her. She could do this. After all, how hard could it be? So she went down on a girl. Big deal.

Taking a deep breath, she moved down until her face was only inches from Sam’s pussy. She could smell her sex mingled with the musky aroma of James’ cock she knew so well. She moved in and as James pulled back a little to allow her access, she grasped his cock and sucked it into her mouth, tasting his and Sam’s juices. He allowed her to suck on him for a few seconds, before pulling her free and stepping back.

“Uh, uh, uh . . .bad girl,” he said, wagging a finger at her. “Get down her and eat that pussy, you bad little slut.” Carrie looked up at him, her eyes pleading, but he shook his head, stepping out of his character for a moment. “Come on, baby. You said you wanted to do this.”

She sighed and nodded. “I know. It’s just . . .harder than I thought it would be.”

Sam propped herself up on her elbows and stroked Carrie’s long hair. “Just relax, honey. Go with it. I know you’ll like it.”

Carrie looked over at her. “All right,” she said softly. James watched as Carrie bent over Sam with her face poised over her steamy pussy. She looked down at her glistening lips, drops of juices running down over the pink flesh inside. Taking another deep breath, she lowered her mouth to the swollen labia and licked it. It wasn’t bad - not bad at all. She did it again and heard Sam moan in response. This urged her on and she began to establish a rhythm, her tongue pushing a little deeper between lips each time. Sam’s moans became louder and she began to rock her hips in time to Carrie’s licking. Before long, Carrie had her tongue as deep inside the sexy blonde as she could reach, her face wet from her juices. Sam moaned and she felt her tugging at her leg.

“Sixty-nine me, Carrie,” Sam moaned. “Let me taste that sweet pussy again!”

Carrie raised a leg over Sam’s head and felt hands on her bare ass pulling her pussy to her lips. She moaned as her over-sexed twat was once again left to the mercy of Samantha’s talented tongue. She was starting to enjoy eating pussy, but it was difficult to pay attention while the sexy blonde was eating her.

James watched the two girls slurp one another’s dripping snatches, stroking his hard cock. His eyes moved down to where Carrie’s head moved as she licked and sucked Sam’s cunt, her long hair obscuring what she was doing. He reached down to pull her hair back, his other hand still pumping his aching cock. He was dying for release and was about to jerk off until he shot his load all over his wife’s back when he suddenly had an idea.

Sam’s feet were still propped on his shoulders and he pushed her legs up higher, spreading them more at the same time. Her ass cheeks parted, revealing her tiny little back door and he grinned. Carrie’s licking had left a stream of Sam’s juices running down her crack to the bed, liberally lubricating her ass. He moved the tip of his cock to the tiny brown rosebud, rubbing it through the slick juices before pressing it against it.

Sam pulled her mouth from Carrie’s pussy and cried out, “Oh, yes!” as he began to push against her puckered hole. Carrie also noticed and lifted her face from Sam’s pussy, her lips and chin wet. She looked up at James as he struggled to enter Sam’s tight little hole, then back to watch his cock as her anus expanded and he slipped inside. Sam moaned louder and cried out again, telling him to fuck her ass before pulling Carrie’s pussy back to her mouth and attacking her with a vengeance.

Carrie watched more and more of her husband’s cock push into Sam’s ass, amazed at how much it had stretched to accommodate his thick shaft. Had hers looked like that the times when they had done anal? Apparently so, but it was still an incredible sight to see from such a close view.

Sam moaned again, the vibrations of her voice on Carrie’s twat increasing the wonderful feeling of her lips and tongue. As James began to establish a rhythm, she kissed Sam’s clit and felt the girl’s body tense under her. She did it again, and again, each time eliciting a greater response and urging her to keep going. As James began to fuck her ass with wild abandon, Carrie’s tongue dipped and swirled all around Sam’s clit and vulva. She could feel her body trembling and could feel her pussy contracting as her orgasm neared.

Finally, Sam released Carrie’s pussy and began to cry out, nearly shrieking with intense pleasure as both of them worked her to the peak of what was sure to be a mind-numbing orgasm. Sam’s cries became hoarser, turning to grunts and little squeaks as her tortured body trembled and shook before she finally arched her back and let out a strangled cry, her pussy clenching tight then gushing all over Carrie’s face. She bucked and thrashed, forcing Carrie to stop eating her and roll off to one side. She watched as James’ movements became halting as Sam’s asshole also tightened on his cock, making it difficult for him to move. She looked up into his reddened face, perspiration beading on his brow and trickling down his face. His eyes were close and his teeth clenched, a sign that he was about to explode.

With what seemed a great effort, he pulled his throbbing cock from Sam’s ass and she flopped to the bed, still twitching from her orgasm. James pumped his cock faster and faster, throwing his head back and letting out a long agonizing groan as he shot a thick stream of jism across Sam’s back and ass. Carrie watched him jerk himself until his body seemed to deflate and he leaned over, bracing one arm on the bed between her and Sam’s limp body. He was panting hard, his face still red from exertion, and looked over at her with a satisfied half smile on his face.

“Holy . . .shit!” he gasped, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

Carrie looked down at Samantha, whose breathing was as labored as her husband’s. she still hadn’t moved, lying face down on the bed with her legs splayed open and several thick streaks of white cum plastering her back. She crawled up and brought her face down next to Sam’s.

“Sam? Are you ok?”

For a moment, Sam didn’t respond. Then her head lifted slightly and she turned toward Carrie. Her eyes were hooded, her face still flushed with the remnants of the incredible orgasm. She smiled thinly at Carrie.

“Oh . . .my . . .god!” she gasped, then licked her dry lips. “Are you . . .sure you haven’t . . .done this before?” she smiled a little wider and reached out to take Carrie’s hand.

Carrie grinned and looked back at James, who was now sitting on the edge of the bed at Sam’s feet, his hand caressing her leg. She turned back to Sam and squeezed her hand, shaking her head. “So we did ok?” Her eyes glittered with the fire of sexual excitement.

Sam managed a short laugh, then rolled over onto her back, her hand reaching up to caress Carrie’s cheek. “Yes, baby, you did ok,” she whispered with a wink. She looked down at James, who was watching both of them intently. “And as for you, “Master”.” James grinned sheepishly. “I hope this pretty thing realizes how good a man she married.”

Carrie smiled and reached out to take James’ hand. “Oh, yes, I most certainly do!” she exclaimed.

Sam pulled her down and kissed her long and hard. Then James lay down on the other side of her and they kissed for a few minutes. They remained lying there for a while, then completely spent, they all crawled under the covers and fell asleep in one another’s arms. Outside the window, the fierce wind hurled the snow relentlessly against the window as the three lovers slept peacefully in their warm and cozy bed, each dreaming of what their week together had yet to bring.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

hat’cha watchin’?”

He shook his head. “Just some western…there’s not much on.” He leaned back and began to tease her damp hair. “Feeling any better?”

She snuggled in closer. “A little, but I’m afraid the puss is off limits for tonight. Sorry, babe.”

He smiled and turned her face to his. “That’s ok…as long as I can be with you. Sex isn’t all we have, you know.”

She smiled and they kissed deeply, lovingly. When they finally pulled apart, she said, “I know, but I just love making love to you.”

He smiled and kissed her again. “And I love making love with you. But I also love sitting here and watching TV with you, kissing you, and just being together and holding you.”

She settled in against him, feeling the warmth of his body as his loving words warmed her heart. Whatever was bothering him earlier seemed to have passed, but she wanted to make sure. “Are you upset that I was flirting with Ashley?”

There was a pause until she looked up at him. “I’m not upset, but do you think it’s wise to bring more people into this?”

She inhaled a breath and released it slowly, mulling that over. “Hmm…you may have a point there. But I have to know if she’s really into me or if I’m just imagining it. Would you mind if I just hooked up with her and didn’t include anyone else?”

He considered this. “Does it really mean that much to you? I mean, you have five lovers already.”

“I know, but there’s something about her…she…reminds me of someone I knew back home.”

He raised his eyebrows. “I thought you told me you’d never been with another girl before Michelle?”

She shook her head. “She was a just friend…Lin…my best friend. And no, we never hooked up, but I often fantasized about it.” She paused. It was only a small lie. When they’d first got together with Michelle, it’d been before her, Lin and Jason had their threesome back in Williamstown. She lay her head against his shoulder and added with a sigh, “I really miss her.” When he didn’t reply for several long seconds, she said, “If it bothers you, then I’ll drop it, ok?”

He sighed and turned to face her. “Honey, I never want to stand in your way. I want you to experience everything you want to, but I just don’t want to risk losing what we have.” She started to reply, but he stopped her. “Put yourself in my shoes for a minute. How would you feel if I said there was a hot girl at school I wanted to try to have sex with. Wouldn’t you be even a little jealous?”

She held his eyes for a moment, considering what he’d said. It wasn‘t exactly the same thing, but she resisted the urge to say she’d have no problems if he wanted to bring a hot guy he met to their bed. “You’re right,” she finally admitted with a frown. “I’m sorry, baby.”

He pulled her close. “I meant what I said, though. If this is something you really need to do, then I won’t be upset. All I ask is that you keep it between the two of you.”

Angie nodded and kissed him, briefly on the lips at first, then it became more impassioned until they were practically devouring one another. Within a few minutes, Angie’s robe was untied and Steve was fondling her tits, pinching and teasing her erect nipples. She moaned into his mouth, wondering if just maybe her tender pussy could handle one more time. When Steve’s fingers began to rub her labia, she got her answer.

“Ow, please…stop,” she whimpered, pulling his hand from between her legs. She gave him an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, I’m just too tender.”

“That’s ok, Ang. I think I’ve had enough for one day anyway.” He leaned in to kiss her again but she held him back, turning and cocking an ear toward the stairs. When he tried to ask what she was doing, she shushed him, listened for a few more seconds, then turned back to him with that mischievous grin he knew so well. Her fingers reached out and undid the button of his jeans. “Angie…” he protested, glancing up the stairs.

“Shhh…don’t worry about it,” she whispered as she unzipped his fly and reached inside his jeans. His cock was already starting to grow from their animated make-out session and she extracted it from his shorts, stroking it slowly. She looked up at him and licked her lips. “Nothing wrong with my mouth!”

Before he could respond, she bent over and took him into her hot, wet mouth. He wasn’t completely hard and she was able to take him in all the way, her lips circling the base of his shaft and his short pubic hair tickling her nose. He groaned softly and she felt his hips move as her tongue began to work along the bottom of his shaft. She pulled back and took him all the way in again, but he was now growing harder quite fast and she gagged a little. The next time, she resumed her usual style, taking him as deep as she could and pumping him with her hand. He moaned again and she felt his hand on the back of her head. This gave her an idea and she pulled her sexy mouth from his hard cock, still stroking it with her hand. She got on her knees in front of him and looked up.

“When I go down, I want you to move my head up and down, ok?” He gave her a puzzled look. “Pretend you’re forcing me to do this. You know, pull my hair, hold me down…fuck my mouth.” He gave her an ‘are you sure?’ look and she nodded, her eyes sparkling. “Uh-huh…treat me like a slut again! That was so hot!”

“All right, if you really want me to,” he said, taking another glance up the stairs. He could hear the familiar creak of the floorboards in the family room and knew they were safe for the moment anyway.

Angie grinned and opened her robe to display her beautiful breasts to him. She leaned up and squeezed them together around his cock, looking up at him. He sighed and rested a hand on the back of her head, then his lips formed an almost evil grin. She felt him applying more downward pressure on her head and released his cock from between her tits.

“Suck it, bitch!” he breathed, pushing her down even harder. She pretended to resist and he reached down and pinched a nipple, causing her to gasp. When she did, he pushed down again and moaned as her hot little mouth engulfed his cock once again. She let out a muffled “Mmmph!” and he began to pump her head up and down, his fingers gripping her long hair. “Yesss…” he sighed, “Suck it good!”

Angie was becoming more and more turned on and began to attack his cock with vigor as it was forced into her mouth again and again. How she longed to be able to deep throat him and take him all the way in when he was fully hard like this. She was going to have to learn to do that. She could taste his salty precum, becoming stronger and stronger as more of the clear, musky juice flowed from his cock.

“Oh, fuck!” he groaned after a few minutes of this. She felt his cock swell and lifted off enough to catch his seed on her tongue when he came. A few seconds later, she was rewarded with a healthy load of hot spunk, which she swallowed before pulling off and jerking the remaining shots onto her face and tits. When he was done shooting, she sucked him clean, her tongue laving his shaft and balls as he basked in the warm afterglow, his fingers entwined in her beautiful golden hair.

“Ahem.”

They both looked up to see Cathy standing at the foot of the stairs watching them with her arms folded across her chest and a very disapproving look on her face. Angie scrambled to her feet, wiping the gobs of semen from her face. Steve fumbled with his pants, his heart pounding. Of all the times to stop paying attention!

“Go clean yourself up, Angie,” Cathy said calmly, glancing at her, then to Steve. Without a word, Angie ran into the bathroom and pushed the door closed. Cathy walked over to him, still holding the same parental stance. “I thought you two might be up to something, but to be honest, I really didn’t need to see that.” Steve hung his head in shame. Busted by his girlfriend’s mother! She waited several long moments before speaking again, listening to the water running in the bathroom. “Just be thankful it wasn’t her father who came down here. As much as he likes you, Steve, I don’t know how he would have reacted to…to…that!”

“I…I’m sorry,” Steve mumbled, not knowing what else to say.

“It’s not all your fault, Steve,” she said, “Although you do bear much of the responsibility.” She sat down in one of the easy chairs as the water stopped and the bathroom door opened. A much more respectable looking Angie slowly crept out and went over to sit next to Steve, ready to accept her lecture and subsequent punishment.

Cathy studied them for a moment, then shook her head. “Angie, I thought you were smarter than that.” Angie hung her head and nodded. Cathy gave them each a long, hard look. “Look, I know I can’t stop you two from doing this. All I ask is that you never, ever do it again when there’s a chance myself or your father will catch you.” She paused for a moment, then focused on Angie. “Angie, we don’t restrict your time with Steve or impose unfair curfews, so there’s no reason for giving blowjobs in the basement while we’re right upstairs.” Angie couldn’t believe her mother just said ‘blow job’ but kept silent. “I know you’re becoming a woman, honey, and I can’t stop you from experimenting with sex. But if I ever catch you guys again doing anything beyond a little necking, there will be some serious consequences. Do I make myself clear?” They both nodded without looking up. “All right. Now, I think it’s time for bed.” She stood up and started toward the stairs. “Oh, and I’ll be doing random bed checks tonight, so keep that in mind.” With that, she was gone.

Angie waited until she was upstairs, then hugged Steve. “Oh my god, that was so embarrassing!”

“Tell me about it. Imagine me sitting here alone with your mother after that…not pleasant.”

“I’m sorry, baby. But I had your stuff all over my face. I had to clean up.”

He kissed her head. “I know, and I’m not blaming you. It was my fault. I should’ve known better.”

She sat up and took his hands in hers, her eyes wide. “Can you believe she didn’t ground me for life!? What’s up with that?”

He shrugged. “Beats me. Did you think she’d punish you?”

“Hell yes! Are you kidding? She practically caught me with your dick in my mouth! I should be packing for the convent right now!” She put her hand over her mouth. “Holy shit! My mother said ‘blow job’!” She began to laugh, trying hard to keep her giggles quiet.

Steve chuckled. “What, you think they don’t do that stuff, too? They may be our parents, but they’re still human!”

She thought back to the night she’d watched her parents having sex in their new house. She vividly remembered her mother on her knees sucking her father’s cock, although she hadn’t finish him off like that. She wondered absently if her mother swallowed too. She looked over at Steve and nodded. “Yeah, I guess that’s true.” She sighed and nestled against him. “Damn, I so wanted to sleep with you tonight!”

He pulled her closer and held her tight. “I know, baby, but there’ll be other nights.” She nodded and he added with a grin, “Besides, you need some recovery time and I’m not sure I could control my urges with you lying in bed with me!”

She giggled. “And I’m not entirely sure I’d want you to!” She sat up and kissed him tenderly. “We better go to bed before we get into any more trouble. Good night.”

He gave her a soft kiss. “Good night, Angie.” He watched as she got up and walked into her room, smiling as she turned and dropped her robe just inside. He took in her naked body and she smiled, then leaving the door wide open, she turned to go to bed. He watched her turn on the lamp and slip naked between the sheets. She blew him one last kiss, then turned off the light.

He sat there for a moment before he turned off the TV and went into the bathroom. He splashed cold water on his face and thought about what had happened and how lucky they were that her mother had been relatively cool about it. It could’ve gone bad - very bad. They’d have to be more careful in the future. He turned off the light and walked back out into the rec room, pausing in front of Angie’s open door.

“Good night, baby,” he heard her whisper from the darkness. He imagined the feel of her warm, naked body against his and felt his cock twitch.

“Good night,” he replied softly and went into his room, leaving his door open as well. Sleep didn’t come easy.

　

Chapter 81

　

Michelle awoke Friday morning with a throbbing between her legs. She gently touched her pussy, which was quite tender but wasn’t the cause of most of her discomfort. Her asshole hurt more, although it wasn’t as bad as the first time she’d had anal sex. She desperately wanted to give Artie a proper welcome home. If he was average size, she was certain she could handle him in her present state. But given his size, she wanted to do all she could to heal her tender little twat. Maybe a nice soak in the tub would help. Perhaps the warm water would sooth her pussy enough to allow her to give him what they both wanted.

She spent almost an hour in the hot water and it did seem to help. Her back door still stung, but since there was no way Artie’s monster would ever fit in there, that wasn’t a concern at the moment. She carefully shaved her pussy, being extra cautious around her tender labia, then did her long legs and underarms. She wasn’t completely sure they’d even have the opportunity to have sex, but she wanted to be prepared.

She didn’t realize how much she missed him until now. Sure, there’d been moments when she’d felt his loss. Despite the unusual circumstances that had initiated their sexual relationship, she truly liked him and enjoyed spending time alone with him. As she dried off, she began to feel a longing for him and hoped he’d call soon.

She was dressed in her light khaki hiking shorts and a white halter and playing around on her computer when the phone rang. Eagerly, she snatched it on the first ring.

“Hello?”

“Michelle?”

A wide smile spread across her face. “Artie! You’re home!”

He chuckled. “Uh-huh, and I really missed you!”

“Aw, I missed you too!”

“Those pictures you sent…wow!” he exclaimed. “Not what I was expecting, but thanks!”

She laughed. “You’re very welcome! I wanted to make sure some sexy chick didn’t steal you away!”

“Not a chance!”

They chatted for a few minutes, catching up. When the conversation turned to meeting up, he told her his parents were going to be home all day unpacking so they’d have to go somewhere else if they wanted privacy. “How about the creek?” he asked.

“Sure. Hopefully no one will be there.”

They agreed to meet there in a half hour and she hung up, gathering up a beach towel, and slipping her bikini on under her shorts and top. She threw the towel into her backpack with her sunscreen, grabbed a couple of bottles of water from the fridge, and practically ran out to her bike. Suddenly, the pain in her pussy was forgotten and all she could think about was seeing Artie and finally feeling that big, hard cock filling her once again.

She arrived at the trail fifteen minutes later and bounced along it to the clearing. A quick glance around told her she was alone and she smiled to herself. So far, so good. She rolled her bike over to the trees by the path to the place they’d camped and pushed it into the woods until it couldn’t be seen, then went back out to the clearing to wait for Artie.

It was only a few minutes later that she heard the tell-tale sound of a bicycle clattering down the rough trail and within seconds Artie flew out of the woods on his mountain bike. He slid to a stop in the middle of the clearing and looked around until he spotted her, then pedaled over to where she stood, dropping his bike and running to her. They embraced and kissed, his longing for her overshadowing any lingering shyness after being apart for so long.

When they finally released one another, he looked into her eyes and smiled. “Wow, I missed you!”

She giggled and hugged him. “I missed you too!” She took his hand. “Come on, let’s go!” She began to lead him toward the path until he remembered his bike. He ran back and quickly had it stashed next to hers and they hurried along the trail to the campsite.

They arrived to find it was also deserted. Michelle grinned and turned to him, dropping her backpack to the grass. She lowered her head and walked slowly over to him, looking up at him and biting sexily on her lower lip. Artie watched her come closer, feeling his already semi-hard cock grow even harder. She reached down and grabbed her top, then pulled it off, tossing it to the ground carelessly. Her breasts were even more beautiful inside her bikini top as it forced them higher and closer together. As soon as she had her top off, her fingers went to the button of her shorts. By the time she reached him, they’d dropped to her ankles and she kicked them away. His eyes traveled over her beautiful body in that sexy bikini and as she reached around to untie her bikini top, he thought his cock was going to burst the seams of his shorts. She dropped it to the ground and a little moan escaped his lips as her breasts were bared to him. He reached out, each thumb circling a hard nipple and his fingers sinking into the soft flesh.

Michelle sighed and reached out to his shorts, undoing the button and tugging them down. She looked down and could see his long hard shaft extending down the left leg of his boxers. She looked up at him, licking her lips, then dropped to her knees before him. Without pausing, her hands gripped his shorts and pulled them down. As she gazed once again at his mammoth cock, she licked her lips unconsciously and reached out to grasp it. She began to stroke it slowly, watching his face. He had his eyes closed and it was apparent that he was enjoying her touch. She waited until he opened his eyes and looked down at her, then stuck out her tongue and touched it to the tip.

“Oh, fuck!” he groaned as she began to kiss it and rub her full lips all over the spongy flesh of his huge head. She could taste him now and it only drove her to want him more. Slowly, she opened her mouth and took the thick head into her mouth, rolling her tongue all over it as she sucked on it. Again, he moaned, this time a little louder. She took him even deeper, but knew about four inches was the maximum she could fit into her mouth before she started to gag. Once she’d taken that much, she began to bob her head back and forth, her jaw aching as she stretched her mouth wide to accommodate him. Her hands pumped the remainder of his length and he soon began to rock his hips. She kept this up for a few minutes, then pulled off to give her jaw a break.

“Mmmm…you taste good!” she exclaimed, licking her lips and grinning up at him. Her hands continued to stroke him until she was ready to suck on it again.

“Oh, god, Michelle!” he gasped, “You do that so good!”

She kissed the tip again. “That’s because I love sucking your big cock, baby. And I love being fucked by your big cock, too!” She looked up at him, her eyes pleading. “Will you please fuck me, Artie?”

He looked down at her, surprised at her words. This talk was a new development, but he kinda liked it!

“Oh yeah, I’ll fuck you!” he exclaimed, a smile spreading across his face.

Immediately, she jumped up and tugged off her bikini bottoms, leaving her naked except for her sneakers. She looked around the clearing, then to him. “Where do you want me?”

He made a cursory sweep of their surroundings and looked back at her. “Why don’t you decide?”

She stepped closer, shaking her head. “Oh, no…I want you to tell me what to do, not ask me.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Come again?”

She laughed. “It’s something we’ve been trying lately and it’s so fucking hot! I want you to treat me like a whore, tell me to suck your cock, bend over and take it from behind, throw me to the ground and ravage me…whatever you want. If it’s too out there, I’ll say so, but anything goes unless I do.”

He studied her for a moment, then a smile crept across his face. He looked around and pointed to a tree. “So if I tell you to go over to that tree and bend over so I can do you from behind, you would?”

She nodded. “Sure, but you can do better than that.” She bowed her head submissively and put her hands behind her back. “Tell your little whore what you want her to do.”

Artie thought for a moment. This might be fun! He went over to a soft grassy area and sat down, his long cock pointing straight up. “Come here, then…whore.” Obediently, Michelle walked over to him, her full breasts bouncing with each step. He gestured to his lap. “Sit…I want to see just how much of my cock you can take.”

She straddled his legs and got to her knees, his long cock already pressing against her wet, swollen labia. He placed his hands on her shoulders and began to push her down. She closed her eyes as his thick head pressed against her tender opening, then stretched her wide and slid in. She moaned as her pussy was filled with a mixture of exquisite pain and pleasure at the same time. Even her asshole hurt from the pressure being applied to her pussy. Slowly, he pushed her down…two inches, three, four…

Michelle was caught up in the incredible sensations as Artie’s cock was slowly fed into her aching pussy. She’d become used to the average sized cocks of Steve and Jake and was having a little difficulty with his size. She set her jaw, determined to please her guy, no matter what. She felt herself being opened up as five inches disappeared into her twat, then six. Finally, she placed her hand on his shoulder.

“N…no more…please…not yet…”

He nodded and stopped forcing her down. She tried to make herself relax and felt some relief, but he was so fucking big! How had she ever managed to fit his whole cock inside her before? With some effort, she rose up until just the tip remained inside her badly distended pussy, then pushed back down. She did it again. And again. She kept moving up and down until she felt her pussy expand and her muscles relax so she could move easier. She found that she was now able to take a little more of his massive tool every few minutes, but stopped short of the entire thing. She was still sore and she knew this was going to create even more pain afterward. No point in making it worse.

She looked at Artie and could see the beads of sweat on his forehead. His face was flushed red and he appeared to be straining hard to keep from cumming too quickly. She cupped his chin and he looked into her eyes.

“Does that feel good, baby?” she breathed, her slippery pussy sliding up and down over his hard cock.

Hey nodded, swallowing. “F…fuck yes!” he gasped. “Feels…amazing!”

“Mmmm…it sure does,” she moaned, pressing her tits against his face. “Do you want to cum, baby?”

“Oh god, yes!” he gasped. “I can’t hold out much longer!”

“Mmmm…good. Where do you want to cum, lover? In my pussy?” She ground down as far as she dared and he groaned. “Or would you rather cum in my mouth? On my face? My tits? Tell me…your little whore will do whatever you say.” Her last sentence was a sultry whisper and it almost drove him over the edge.

“F…face!” he gasped, “…and mouth!”

“Ooo…all right. Tell me when you’re close and I’ll get into position.” He grunted and she leaned in, nibbling on his earlobe. “I can’t wait to feel your hot cum splashing on my face…to taste your…”

Her sexy voice was the final straw. “Oh, fuck!” he groaned, “Now! Get up!”

She extricated her twat form his cock and got on her knees as he quickly stood up, aiming his huge cock at her face. She began to pump it and suck on the tip, encouraging him by whispering, “Come on, baby…give it to me!”

He grabbed his cock and pumped it hard, throwing his head back. Michelle made sure she was still in position and opened her mouth wide. A second later, Artie groaned and shot a thick stream at her, hitting her on the cheek before moving across her open mouth to the other cheek. He kept pumping and unloaded several more shots, leaving her face literally coated with hot, sticky cum. She’d never seen him, or anyone else, shoot so much at once!

When he finished, she swallowed what landed in her mouth, then dutifully sucked the remaining jism from his cock and licked him clean. Her face was a mess and she was thankful none hit her eyes. According to Angie, that stung like a bastard!

Artie looked down at the beautiful, cum-splattered girl kneeling before him and licking his cock clean. “Holy fuck!” he panted. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum like that before!”

Michelle finished cleaning him and looked up, grinning as the cum ran down her face and dripped from her chin to her tits. “Never this much, for sure! Wow! Have you been saving up?”

He laughed and wiped a gob from her forehead before it could drip into her eyes. “I guess I just really missed you and was a little…um, excited.”

She chuckled and stood up. “A little…yeah, right,” she said with a grin. She dabbed at the thick cream on her cheeks. “I better get cleaned up.” She started for the creek. “Are you coming?” He grinned and nodded, pulling off his shirt and kicking off his sneakers. Together, they waded into the cool water and began splashing and washing up.

　

A while later they were lying on Michelle’s towel, still naked and drying off in the warm sunshine. Artie was lying on his back and Michelle lay next to him, one leg draped over his. “So,” Artie said, “What’s new and exciting around here? Is the group still together or did Angie and Steve decide to go out on their own?” Michelle didn’t answer right away and he lifted his head to look at her. “Michelle?”

She waited another couple of seconds before replying. “There’ve…been a few changes,” she finally said.

“Oh? Like what?”

She was putting off telling him about Jake and Kristi, but knew he’d have to be told sometime. It seemed this was the time. She sat up and turned to him. “Well, some more people found out and we had to bring them into the group, like we did with you.”

He sat up, his attention suddenly riveted on her words and not her naked body. “More people? Who?”

She sighed. She wasn’t sure how he was going to take this. Kristi was never real friendly toward him and Jake was…well, Jake was Jake. He put an arm around her shoulders. “Michelle? Tell me…who else?”

“Kristi and Jake,” she finally said.

He stared at her, then broke out into a grin. “Naw, you’re just playin’ around! Jake I might believe, but Kristi? No way!”

She turned to him, her eyes meeting his. “It’s true, Artie. There are six of us now.”

He could only stare at her, knowing he shouldn’t believe this crazy story. But her eyes told him she was serious. “Jake and Kristi?” he repeated. “How?”

She related how they’d both found out about their group sex by seeing them at the creek. She also said that she and Kristi discovered they had real feelings for one another that went beyond friendship. When she finished, he sat there deep in thought, not saying anything for what felt like a long time.

“Artie? Please say something.”

He looked over at her, this beautiful, sexy girl who he’d fallen in love with. He’d been able to accept their little foursome, but now she’d been sleeping with two other guys and two other girls. Steve he liked and Angie was, well…she was Angie. He could deal with that. But the idea of Jake having sex with Michelle wasn’t a pleasant thought. And what about Kristi? She was never rude to him or anything, but it was obvious she didn’t really like him and they wouldn’t even be part of the same crowd if not for their mutual friends. Would she even want to have sex with him?

Michelle was looking at him with scared eyes and he realized he still hadn’t spoken. “I’m sorry, Michelle…it’s just a lot to take in,” he finally said.

She took his hand. “Are you angry with me?”

He shook his head. “No, I’m not angry. Shocked would be a more appropriate word.”

She tried to smile. “I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to tell you like this but it seemed the only way.”

He looked over at her. “So, you and Kristi are…what, lovers?” She nodded. “And where does that leave me?”

She moved closer. “Artie, it changes nothing between us as far as I’m concerned.” He gave her a skeptical look and she continued. “It’s like this: I love Angie, but you and I still started something special, right?” He nodded. “So, why can’t I be in love with Kristi, too?”

He seemed to consider this, then said, “Do you love me?”

She smiled at him. “Yes, I do love you. I wasn’t sure until you went away, and now that you’re back, I know I do.” She was surprised at how easy was to say that; how right it felt.

He seemed to relax a bit. “I love you too, Michelle. I think I always did and when you and I first…made love, I was head over heels.”

She smiled again and kissed him. “And what about Angie? Do you love her?”

His face blushed a little. “Yeah, I guess I do.” He looked up at her. “But it’s not the same way I feel about you. I always considered us as something…special, you know, like boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“We are boyfriend and girlfriend, Artie,” she said. “I told you that before you left, remember?”

He nodded. “So this doesn’t change that?”

She shook her head. “Uh-uh. When school starts, everyone’s gonna know you’re my guy!”

He finally gave her a warm smile. “I’ll be the luckiest guy in school.”

She laughed and hugged him, then looked down at his still soft cock. “Any chance of an encore performance?”

He felt his cock twitch at her suggestion and nodded. “But I want to go down on you first this time!” She giggled and lay down, opening her legs for him. He crawled between them and lowered his mouth to her tender young pussy, inhaling her scent. His tongue snaked out and licked her labia, making her squirm. He began to push in deeper, tasting her sweet juices and lapping up all he could. He pulled back the little hood over her erect clit and began to roll his tongue over and around it, bringing soft moans of pleasure from her.

“Oh, god Artie…yes! Right there! Ohhh…”

Encouraged by her reaction, he began to suck on her little love pearl and she let out a soft yelp and thrust her pelvis upward against his mouth. Her hands went to his head and she pushed her fingers through his hair as she rolled her head from side to side, her moans increasing as he brought her closer and closer to climax. His tongue flitted across her clit as he alternated between sucking on it and kissing it. Occasionally, he’d flatten his tongue and run it along her dripping slit, tasting her sweet juices before returning his attention to her clit.

Michelle was riding a wave of sensual pleasure that she never wanted to end. Artie was bringing her to the very edge of release, then moving from her hyper-sensitive clit to the pink folds of her labia and vulva. Whether it was a conscious effort on his part or not, the effect was that of keeping her in sort of a pre-orgasmic limbo that made her entire body shiver in anticipation of the inevitable mind-blowing release she knew was coming. She opened her mouth to tell him how good it felt, but found she could only gasp and pant. As he began to suckle her clit once again, she felt her muscles tense and a euphoric sensation touched every nerve in her naked body.

“Arggghhhh…!” she cried through clenched teeth as she climaxed, her back arched and her pussy pressed tight to his mouth. She groaned long and hard as she built up, then released with a long gasp of breath, her body twitching and thrashing in the throes of a powerful orgasm. Artie couldn’t maintain his lip-lock on her very long and pulled back to watch as her body twisted on the ground for several long seconds before she finally dropped limply to the grass, panting and her chest heaving from the exertion.

He crawled up and lay next her, his chin resting in his hand as he watched her come down from her orgasm. “Wow, that was a good one!” he exclaimed, his other hand caressing over her heaving breasts.

She let out a small gasp and her body twitched as his fingers lightly brushed across her highly aroused nipple. “H…holy shit, Artie!” she panted, grinning up at him, “You’re getting very good at that!”

He returned her grin, blushing a little. “Thanks…I love doing it.”

She reached out and he allowed her to take him in her arms and pull him down so that their bodies pressed together as they kissed deeply. The feel of her soft, warm skin was having an effect on him and he felt his cock begin to stir once again. Michelle must have felt it as well. She pulled her lips from his and looked into his eyes.

“Again?” she said jokingly, moving her leg so that it rubbed against his tumid cock. This only served to increase its growth and his face flushed.

“I…well…do you want to?” he asked, seeming embarrassed.

She stroked his cheek and kissed him. “Would you mind if we didn’t? I’m a little…tender down there right now.”

He smiled, nodding. “Sure, no problem.” He kissed her again, then rolled off of her. For several moments they both lay there naked on the grass staring up at the few passing clouds. He tried to will his cock back to a flaccid state, but the nearness of Michelle and the fact that they were both naked made that virtually impossible. Michelle spoke up, breaking the comfortable silence.

“What are we going to do after it gets too cold to do this outside?”

Artie shrugged, turning his head to look at her. “I dunno…I guess I never really thought about it.”

“It just occurred to me the other day. I mean, we could try to get together at someone’s house, but that would be risky.” She rolled over to face him, her heavy breasts almost touching as she lay on her side. “I have an idea, but I don’t know if it’s possible.”

He stretched out an arm and she happily lifted her head so he could embrace her, then moved in closer and lay her head on his shoulder. “What’s your idea?”

“What if we built a little cabin in the woods here? You know, just a small place with a wood stove and a big bed!”

He chuckled at her mention of the bed, but the cabin wasn’t a bad idea. “Hmm…that’s a great idea, Michelle. These woods are all crown land so no one would be pissed if we did that, as long as we kept it quiet.”

She nodded. “And maybe Steve could get us a deal on some wood and other stuff from work.”

“Maybe…but we’d need quite a bit, even to build a small cabin. Not to mention windows, shingles for the roof, and other things.”

She sighed. “Yeah, you’re right. But even if it cost us all a few bucks, wouldn’t it be worth it?”

He nodded as he watched her hand glide down his belly to where his heavy cock was standing at nearly full mast. “Sure, I have a little saved up I could use.” Her hand moved lower until her fingers encircled the base of his cock. She began to run her fingers lightly up his shaft and he felt himself getting harder. She moved them back down to the base, then gripped his shaft and began a slow stroke. He sighed deeply and closed his eyes, allowing her to pleasure him once again. She continued to pump his cock, using his precum for lubrication.

After a moment, she sat up, then crawled down and slipped between his legs. He opened his eyes and looked down at her heavy breasts as she knelt on all fours, her tongue flicking out and teasing the tip of his engorged cock. Their eyes met and she gave him a seductive and naughty grin as she continued to stroke his hard member.

“Oh, yeah, Michelle!” he groaned as she licked the tip, then her lips, her eyes still holding his.

“What do you want your slut to do now?” she asked, leaning down to kiss the tip.

“Oh fuck…” he groaned, “suck me…suck me now!”

She grinned and opened her mouth wide, then slowly pushed his wide head into it, the whole while watching his face. Artie found it so fucking erotic that she was looking at him while giving him a blowjob that he nearly lost it right then and there. She went down until she’d taken all she could handle, then began to move up and down, her hand pumping what she couldn’t fit into her mouth.

Artie watched this beautiful girl sucking his cock as her tits bounced and shook. Her long hair kept falling across her face and she was constantly brushing it aside. She was loving the eye contact as well. Artie sat up and took her hair in his hand, bunching it into a pony tail then holding it away from her face. She murmured her thanks and attacked him with even more fervor. She pulled her mouth from his cock long enough to gasp, “Pull my hair!” then went right back to the incredible blowjob. Artie hesitated, then gave her hair a tug. She moaned and looked up again.

“Harder! Treat me like a slut!”

Holding her hair in a tight grip, he twisted it so that he was pulling her head downward. She murmured contentedly and tried to take more of him into her mouth, gagging a little. He allowed her to pull off so she could catch her breath and she grinned up at him. “I love being treated like this!” Before he could reply, she went back down, her warm mouth enveloping him and her tongue rolling back and forth over the sensitive glans. He felt his balls contracting and knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Oh, fuck!” he moaned, “Don’t stop! I’m gonna cum!”

Michelle began moving even faster, her mouth making wet, slurping sounds and her hand moving so fast it was almost a blur. Artie groaned and closed his eyes as he felt the cum boiling, then released it with a long groan. He felt Michelle stiffen as his load was expelled into her mouth, but she swallowed it all and completed her task by sucking and licking him clean before crawling back to lay in his arms once again.

“Mmm…I love sucking your big cock!” she whispered, snuggling in close. He was still catching his breath but squeezed her tight in response, kissing the top of her head.

They lay there for a while longer then reluctantly began to get dressed. “I’m going to talk to Steve and Angie about my cabin idea,” Michelle said as she adjusted her tits inside her bikini top. “You never know, maybe Steve can get some wood for free.”

Artie watched her dress. Even though his sexual needs had been sated for the time being, he could sit here and gaze at her naked body all day. “Sure, can’t hurt to ask, right?”

She shook her head and slipped her shirt on. “Nope.”

“Can we do this again tomorrow?” he asked as he took her hand and they began the walk back to main clearing.

She frowned and shook her head. “Angie’s moving tomorrow and I promised to help out,” she replied. “Maybe after though.”

“Why don’t I come by and help too?” he suggested. “Do you think she’d mind?”

Michelle laughed. “No, I know she’d love it if you did, baby.”

“Cool.” he said.

They rode back to town, only stopping for a brief kiss before going toward their separate homes. Artie watched her ride away before starting off. Tomorrow would be hard work, but at least they’d be together. And he’d get to see Angie again, too.

s thirty, in fairly decent shape, and had a look that made meeting girls very easy. He’d never been married and only had one relationship he would call serious, lasting almost two years. But that was the way he wanted it. He enjoyed the freedom the bachelor life gave him and wanted to experience as much of a variety of women as he could while he was still young enough to do so.

He hadn’t always been in sales, and the tie he was now required to wear was more often than not loosened when he wasn’t meeting with clients. He was actually a licensed plumber and was making a decent living at it when the opportunity to move into his current position came along. The money was better and he still wouldn’t be confined to an office all day, so he accepted the offer. He excelled at it, and within a year his winning personality helped him to become one of the company’s top salesmen. On top of that, he still did the occasional plumbing job on weekends, often helping out a contractor buddy when he could.

As he rounded a curve in his white company pickup, he spotted the aforementioned contractor friend’s truck parked in the driveway of an old house that had been empty since the elderly woman who lived there died the previous winter. The driver’s door was open and he could see Bill sitting behind the wheel and talking on his cell phone, a clipboard in his hand. There was an electrician’s van and another pickup also parked in the driveway.

Slowing down, he pulled in next to Bill’s truck and killed the engine. Bill looked up and gave him a wave, still talking on his phone. Cal got out and walked around to the front of his truck, surveying the old two story house with its faded white paint and sagging front porch while he waited for Bill to finish his call.

After a moment, Bill came over to him, tucking his phone into his shirt pocket. “Hey, Cal.”

Cal nodded a greeting. “Hey.” He tilted his head toward the house. “Someone finally buy this place?”

Bill nodded, sighing. “Yep. We fixed up a couple of bedrooms and a bathroom upstairs so they have a place to stay, but they want the rest finished next week. I told them it was going to require a lot of overtime and it wouldn’t be cheap, but they insisted. We’re gonna be working nights and all weekend.”

“That sucks,” Cal replied, still studying the dilapidated structure. “Is it even worth fixing?”

Bill chuckled. “Believe it or not, it’s not as bad as it looks. Sure, it needs some cleaning up and a few things rebuilt, like the porch there, but the basic frame is solid. They built them to last back then.” He eyed Cal. “Actually, I was gonna give you a call and see if you’d be interested in making a few extra bucks. There’s some plumbing work to do and my regular guy can’t work this weekend. Interested?”

Cal sighed. He’d been looking forward to a nice, relaxing weekend of doing nothing but drinking a few beers and hanging out at the beach and bars. Maybe even pick up a cute girl to bring home for a little romp. But he could sure use the money. The slow sales this month meant his commission check wouldn’t be as big as usual.

“Fuck, Bill…I dunno…it’s been a long week…”

Before he could finish his sentence, a black BMW pulled into the driveway. Its back windows were heavily tinted but through the windshield he could see the driver was an attractive young woman. She turned off the engine and opened the door. Bill nudged Cal and started toward the car.

“Before you say no maybe you should meet the clients,” he murmured under his breath as the woman got out.

She was dressed in a very conservative business suit and large dark sunglasses, but Cal’s experienced eye told him there was a very hot little body hidden under all that clothing. She wore a large brimmed hat and, combined with the sunglasses, left very little of her features visible. But from what he could see of her face revealed a full pair of ruby red lips set against very pale and delicate skin. This woman was definitely the type to arouse his interest.

Bill walked over to her and smiled as he greeted her and shook her small hand. “Miss Clark, nice to see you again.”

Her lips curved into a friendly, but not too overt smile. “Mr Robson.” Her head turned slightly toward Cal as he walked up behind Bill. “Miss Clark, this is a friend of mine, Cal Mooney. I’ve asked him to take a look at the plumbing. Cal, this is Zoe Clark, the owner’s representative.”

She extended a hand and he reached out to shake it. Like her features, her hand was small and cool, mostly hidden inside the long sleeves of her jacket. “A pleasure, Mr Mooney. Do you think you can finish up the work on time?”

Cal gave her his best confident salesman’s smile and nodded. Bill was right. He knew Cal well enough to know he wouldn’t be able to say no to a pretty lady. “Well, to be honest, I haven’t had the opportunity to look at it yet.” He gave Bill a sideways glance. “But Bill wouldn’t have asked me to do it if he didn’t think I could get it done on time.”

She nodded and he could almost feel her eyes through the dark glasses, as if her gaze were penetrating to the very depths of his soul. He continued to hold her hand for several long seconds - as if time somehow slowed to a crawl - before he came out of his trance and released it.

She turned to Bill. “So everything is on schedule? My mistress is committed to having the work completed no later than next Friday.”

As Bill reassured her that the work would be completed on time, Cal looked over at the darkened windows of the luxury automobile. Her mistress? What the fuck did that mean? And was this ‘mistress’ person sitting in the back seat now watching them? The whole thing was starting to take on an almost surreal aspect.

Bill was speaking again, bringing him back to the present. “I don’t see any problems right now. Of course, with a house this old there are often surprises once we start tearing things apart, but I’m certain it won’t be anything we can’t deal with.”

Apparently satisfied with his report, she shook his hand again and they said their goodbyes. Cal found himself unable to take his eyes off this enchanting and mysterious woman until she got back into the car and backed away.

Bill grabbed his arm and led him toward the house. “What did I tell ya? Quite a looker, huh?”

Cal nodded. “Yeah, interesting woman. Who’s this ‘mistress’ she mentioned? Sounds a little medieval.”

Bill laughed. “Yeah, kinda strange huh? She’s like a secretary, gopher, whatever you want to call it, for this woman from some European country. Some kind of distant royalty - a countess or something - I dunno exactly. I guess that’s the custom over there, calling your boss-lady your mistress. The checks are clearing so I ain’t askin’ no questions.”

Cal thought about that. It sort of made sense, but why would some countess from Europe be renovating an old house here? In its heyday, the house had been something of a showpiece here in the small town, but now it was almost becoming a bit of an eyesore. And the money it would take to bring it back to its former glory would easily build a brand new house.

They went in and as Bill began to show him the work that needed to be done, he tried to concentrate on that. But in the back of his mind he could still see the pale skin and dark glasses of the mysterious woman and even now could almost feel her presence like some kind of telepathic aphrodisiac. Why he felt these strong feelings for someone he’d only briefly met and really hadn’t seen much of he couldn’t explain, but there was no denying the effect she was having on him.

Cal made a few notes and assured Bill it would be no trouble to complete the plumbing repairs by Sunday provided he could work whenever he needed to. Bill gave him a key and told him since they were on such a tight schedule, the client would allow them to work around the clock if necessary. He agreed to come back that evening and as he drove home, his thoughts were centered on returning to the decrepit old house and the mysterious young woman who occupied his mind.

 

Chapter 2

Cal set down his propane torch and used a damp rag to wipe the joint he’d just soldered in the copper pipe. He glanced at his watch and was surprised to see it was almost midnight. He’d been working since seven and had replaced all the cast pipes in the downstairs bathroom with new copper lines. The new sink was also in place and he reached up to turn on the tap to check his work. Hot and cold both worked and he could see no leaks so he turned off the taps and began to gather up his tools. A noise behind him made him turn suddenly and he looked up to see Miss Clark standing just outside the bathroom door. Until that moment, he’d seen neither her nor her ‘mistress’ all evening. He let out a breath, startled by her silent approach and gave her a relieved smile.

“Oh, Miss Clark, I didn’t know you were there.”

She was holding a glass of red wine and had exchanged the business suit for a more relaxed outfit of jeans and a blouse. He saw that his instincts had been right on the money; she was indeed a very beautiful woman and he judged her to be in her mid twenties. Her skin was pale, a stark contrast to her red lips and dark hair and eyes. It was plainly obvious she didn’t spend much time outside and if not for her almost jet black hair that cascaded in loose curls over her shoulders and her equally dark eyes he might have taken her for an albino. She smiled at him as he put his tools in his toolbox and got to his feet.

“I’m terrible sorry, Mr Mooney. I didn’t mean to startle you.” She gave him a smile that was both friendly and disarming at the same time. “And please, call me Zoe.”

He returned the smile, his eyes drawn inexplicably to hers. They almost seemed to glow with an inner light and he found it very difficult to pull his gaze from them. “Then please call me Cal, ma’am.”

She sipped her wine, her eyes never leaving his. He just stood there, unable to move or even speak for what felt like a long time. Finally, she spoke again, moving her eyes to where he’d been working. “Are you finished for the night?”

When she took her eyes from his, he managed to regain the power of speech. “Uh, yeah, I mean…there’s still a bit more to do, but I’ll be back in the morning to finish up.”

She nodded, licking her lips absently before looking back at him. “My mistress would like to meet you before you go. Would you mind?”

He hesitated, feeling a sudden wash of apprehension. What was it about her that made him so uneasy? He was never nervous around pretty women, yet something about her quiet but strong presence was turning him into an awkward adolescent. And what of her mistress? Was she some old Miss Haversham, living in her own little isolated world of past memories?

Zoe was waiting for an answer so he tried to shake it off and nodded, giving her what he hoped was a confident smile. “Of course not.”

She turned toward the stairs, glancing back over her shoulder at him. “Just leave that here,” she said, pointing to his toolbox, “and follow me.”

He set down his tools, unable to pull his eyes from her slender curves, her ass looking so perfect in the faded jeans as she climbed each step. He followed her up the creaky stairs, the staircase dimly lit by sconces that were barely better than candles, giving the old house the feel of still existing in some time long past.

They topped the stairs to the second floor where a hallway stretched out to the left and right. The lighting here was the same as on the staircase, casting dim shadows along the faded carpet runners that ran the length of the hallway. Zoe led him down to the right and stopped at a closed door, tapping softly on it before opening it. He paused, uncertainty and apprehension filling his mind at the thought of meeting the reclusive owner. But Zoe smiled and beckoned to him.

“It’s all right, Cal. We’re night people so you aren’t disturbing us. Please, come in.”

His feet moved almost on their own volition at the sound of her voice and he found himself standing at the open door before he realized he’d even moved. Zoe held out an arm, ushering him in and he stepped in without giving it a second thought.

Surprisingly, the room didn’t match the rest of the upstairs, neither in décor or lighting. This was obviously one of the rooms Bill had completed for them to live in. The walls were freshly painted a soft beige with what appeared to be the original refinished wood trim painted a creamy white. There was a large bed against one wall flanked by two antique night tables with what looked like Tiffany lamps on them. Across the room was a short sofa and a in a matching chair sat a woman who didn’t look anything like what he’d pictured.

Instead of a shriveled up old lady waiting for death, he was confronted with another strikingly beautiful woman, perhaps in her early thirties. As she looked up at him from the book she was reading, he noted her eyes held him with the same kind of transfixing stare as Zoe’s, but hers felt much stronger. He found himself completely frozen in place, unable to move or speak. He was vaguely aware of Zoe closing the door then moving up next to him.

“Mr Cal Mooney, allow me to present the Countess Von Heigle.”

Cal stood there dumbly, uncertain of how to address royalty. As if reading his thoughts, the countess stood and walked over to him. She wore a black knee length dress that clung to her shapely body, two straps over her pale shoulders holding it up and low cut enough to reveal a generous amount of cleavage. Her dark brown hair fell straight to her shoulders, with heavy bangs falling almost to her eyes.

“There is no need to be so formal, Zoe. We are in America now.” She locked her dark eyes on his and smiled. “My name is Astrid, Mr Mooney. I would be pleased if you would address me as such.” Her voice had a lilting tone, almost as hypnotic as her eyes, and he could detect a very faint German accent, with only a slight veeing of her w’s. Otherwise, her English was perfect.

“Thank you ma’am…er, Astrid. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

She smiled and picked up a glass of wine from the table next to the chair. “Would you like a glass of wine, Mr Mooney? It is really a fine vintage, from my family’s own vineyard.”

Before he could reply, Zoe was beside him with a glass of the red wine, pressing it into his hand. He looked up and nodded. “Thank you. And please, call me Cal.”

Astrid smiled. “Cal. How…American sounding. I think I like it.” She took a sip from her glass and he also brought his glass to his lips. The wine was good, very sweet with earthy undertones.

She returned to her seat, crossing her long legs, and gestured toward the sofa. “Please, sit and talk for a while, Cal. Tell me about yourself.”

He sat down on the edge of the sofa, nervously fingering the glass in his hands. It was a little unusual, to say the least, for a client to invite him to have a drink with her in her bedroom. After all, he was just a sub-contractor working on her house, and she was a countess. It all added to the strange setting and he found himself both drawn to them and more than a little wary at the same time. Something just felt wrong, but he had no idea what it could possibly be that was making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

Zoe came over and sat next to him on the sofa, leaning back comfortably and folding her legs under her. He looked at her, then back to Astrid. “Well, there isn’t much to tell. I grew up here and my parents died when I was young so…”

He spilled out the short version of his life story and both women listened with what appeared to be interest, although he couldn’t understand why they would be. Compared to the life of a countess, his meager existence had to be boring, to say the least. When he finished, Astrid swallowed the last of her wine and Zoe automatically took her glass and Cal’s over to a makeshift bar next to the door to refill them.

“So you have no wife, no family?” Astrid asked, her eyes taking him in. Cal shook his head. “How sad. I too know what it is like to be alone.”

He laughed quietly. “I’m not exactly alone. I have friends, and some of them I consider family.”

As he said that Zoe passed him and Astrid their refilled glasses, exchanging a serious look at his words, then once again resumed their genial demeanor.

“But you have no living blood relatives,” Zoe said, her eyes flitting to Astrid for a half second.

“No, I guess I’ll always be an orphan in that sense.”

He looked down at his refilled wine and for a moment, his eyes seemed to lose focus as he stared into the dark liquid. It seemed to be darker than before, thicker, almost like…blood.

“Do you ever wish you were part of a family?”

Astrid’s words caused him to look up, snapping him from his reverie. “Uh…well…sure. All the time, I suppose.”

She kept her eyes on his for what felt like an eternity then moved her gaze to Zoe. He looked back down at his glass and now it looked like the same wine he’d had before. This was going from weird to downright freaky. His mind was screaming at him to get out of there, but he found himself unable to move.

He sensed movement and when he looked back up, Zoe was leaning in closer, her hand stretching out to lift his glass to his lips. “Drink, Cal.” He felt the glass pressing against his lips and while his mind was fully aware of what was happening, he was powerless to control his body. His eyes locked onto the dark liquid, which was once again thick, clinging to the sides of the glass. As it passed over his lips and tongue, it was no longer the sweet tasting wine, but warm and salty, coating his mouth. His mind screamed in terror - it was blood!

For some reason, his stomach didn’t revolt at the warm, thick substance, although he didn’t know why. He wanted to gag, to vomit the warm coppery tasting fluid up and out. But instead, he swallowed it all and when the glass was lowered, he just sat there staring straight ahead, his mind suddenly feeling as out of control as his body. He was aware of Astrid’s haunting eyes, now glowing with an eerie greenish light and her full red lips almost touching his.

“Tonight your dream will come true, Cal. You will become part of our family.”

He looked up at her with heavily hooded eyes. Her face was there, grinning and eyes burning as his vision began to fade. The last thing he saw was something that couldn’t be; something just too unbelievable - her incisors seemed to have grown…into fangs.

 

Chapter 3

 

Cal awoke with a throbbing headache in a room only partially lit by a dim lamp on a table. Actually, ‘came to’ would be a more accurate term. He felt like he’d been on a week-long bender and as he forced himself to sit up on the bed, his stomach lurched and he had to lie back down to keep from vomiting.

He lay back and took deep breaths until his stomach settled down, trying to piece together what had happened. His memory was clouded, as if coming off a huge drunk but something didn’t fit. He wasn’t out drinking…he was…what? Working, that was it. Bill asked him to help on a job at…where?

Suddenly, a vision of Zoe and Astrid filled his mind, as real as if they were there in the room with him. Of course, the two clients! He’d been talking with them and drinking wine, but how much did he have? ‘Damn it, man,’ he said to himself, ‘you have to learn to control yourself around pretty women!’

He decided to try sitting up again, but this time took it slower and found he was able to control his rebellious stomach. He sat on the edge of the bed for a few moments, then stood on shaky legs and made his way over to the window. He pulled the curtains aside, but realized that the long curtains were an illusion and the window was nothing more than a small casement window high in the stone cellar wall and long since boarded over. So he was still at the house. When did he go down to the cellar?

As he turned to survey the room, his stomach turned again and he knew this time there was no stopping it. He spotted a door on the other side and made for it. To his relief, it was a bathroom and he somehow managed to make it to the toilet before he spewed an almost liquid red substance into the bowl. Fucking wine.

He felt a little better afterward and cleaned up in the sink before going back out into the room. He jumped when he saw Zoe sitting on the edge of the bed, now dressed in a sexy black dress that showed off her long legs and bared the delicate skin of her shoulders. She smiled at him and stood, taking a step toward him.

“Are you feeling better now?”

He felt his face redden and nodded sheepishly. “Yeah, uh…sorry…I don’t know what…”

She waved a hand dismissively. “It’s to be expected. Don’t give it a second thought.”

He was examining her sexy body in the short dress and only half-listening to her, but he picked up on her easy dismissal of his hang-over and thought it was a little odd for a client to be so understanding about an employee who gets so drunk he can’t even remember how he got here. Actually, he could only remember having one glass of wine - maybe two. Could they have drugged him?

She went to the door and opened it. “I know you are confused, Cal. My mistress will explain everything. Please…” She stepped aside and gestured toward the open door.

Cal sighed and reluctantly went out the door then followed Zoe down a corridor to another room. Bill hadn’t mentioned anything about fixing up rooms down here. And the room he’d woken up in, while not run down, wasn’t as nice as the one he’d met Astrid in last night. Why would they be staying down here in the damp cellar when they had the newly renovated rooms upstairs?

Zoe pushed open a door and indicated with a smile and a gesture for him to enter. He stepped in and waited for his eyes to adjust to the gloomy room that appeared to only be lit by a few candles.

“Cal.”

He saw Astrid rise from a chair and come toward him. She was dressed in a long flowing black gown that hid her feet and she almost seemed to glide across the floor. “I trust you are feeling better.”

He nodded, looking around the strange room. It was filled with heavy antique furniture covered in a red velvet type cloth. The walls were the stone foundation and were bare of any decoration. The room was large, taking up almost half of the cellar and he couldn’t quite make out everything in the dim shadows and dark corners.

Zoe appeared next to him like a ghost and pressed a goblet of dark liquid into his hand.

“Drink,” Astrid said, nodding to the cup. “It will help.”

Cal looked down at the dark liquid, almost black in the dim light. One thing he didn’t need right now was more alcohol. He started to set it down on a small table but Zoe stopped him.

He gave her a faint smile. “Really, more wine is the last thing I need right now. What happened last night anyway? I can’t remember a thing.”

Astrid smiled and moved closer. “You must trust me, Cal. You need this. You need this to live.”

He stared at the beautiful and mysterious woman. “Pardon me?”

She reached out and touched his neck. A stinging pain flared up where her fingers touched his skin and he pulled away, wincing and reaching up to his neck.

“Ow, hey! What did you do to me?” He pulled his hand away and saw faint traces of blood on his fingers. Astrid turned and walked over to the sofa and sat down. She looked up at him and even in the dim light her eyes seemed to glow and entrance his.

“You said you had no family, and that you would like to be a part of a family. Is that not so?”

He tried to think back and did vaguely recall a conversation about that. He dabbed at his wounded neck. “Well, yeah, I guess every orphan feels that way. So what?” He was trying to remain civil throughout this weird encounter, but the cut on his neck was pissing him off. What the hell was up with these two crazy bitches?

Astrid smiled and he saw Zoe move over and lean against a small table next to the door. As if to prevent him from leaving, he thought. But that was crazy. There was no way these two women could stop him if he decided to leave, and that was exactly what he was about to do.

“You should be careful what you wish for, Mr Mooney. You might just get it,” Astrid said, her eyes meeting his and seeming to freeze him in place. He found himself unable to move or speak. She took a sip from her own glass and continued.

“Our family,” she began, nodding to Zoe, “is a very ancient and proud line. And unlike most families, when we invite an outsider in, they become a true blood relative.” She looked up at him, her eyes burning into his. “And we have invited you, Mr Mooney.”

Cal felt the heavy weight that seemed to freeze him in place lift somewhat and he was once again able to move. He looked over at Zoe, who was watching him intently, her fingers twisting the thin shoulder strap of her dress while her other hand held a goblet. She smiled at him and took a sip from it, her lips glistening as she lowered her cup. He forced himself to turn away from her almost hypnotic stare and back to Astrid, whose eyes were equally haunting.

“You…invited me?” he asked, his still foggy mind trying to make some sense out of what she was telling him.

Astrid stood and came over to him again, reaching out to touch the wound on his neck. This time, he pulled back and placed his hand over the stinging cut. She pulled her hand back and shook her head. “Mr Mooney…Cal…please understand. We do not wish to harm you. On the contrary, what we are offering is a gift, a gift many people would pay a king’s ransom to have.”

He cocked his head to one side. “You want to give me something?”

Zoe stood and walked over to stand next to him. Her closeness was working like an aphrodisiac on his muddled brain, especially with the sexy dress and sultry demeanor. She moved in closer and before he realized what she was doing, her lips pressed against his neck. But she didn’t kiss him, well, not really. Instead, her mouth closed over the cut and she began to suck on it. Once again, he found he was paralyzed and could only stand there while the beautiful woman gave him what he could only describe as a hickey. Then he felt her soft tongue licking him and a moment later her lips were removed from his neck and he could move again.

He reached his hand back up to where the cut had been and turned to her, a questioning look in his eyes. She simply sipped on her drink and gave him that mysterious smile. When his fingers touched where the cut was, he found nothing. Only smooth, unbroken skin.

“What the…?” He searched his neck, but could find no cuts. Zoe moved over next to Astrid and he began to feel an inexplicable fear growing in his tortured stomach. He took a hesitant step backward, away from these freaky chicks and closer to the door.

“Mr Mooney, there is nothing to fear. As I said, we do not wish to harm you.” As she spoke, she reached down and untied a cloth belt that held her gown closed. At the same time, Zoe pushed one, then the other spaghetti strap from her pale shoulders and took a step forward. “As a matter of fact, we wish to make you feel…very comfortable.” She parted the front of her gown to reveal the pale skin of her full cleavage.

Cal’s eyes moved back and forth, from one hauntingly beautiful woman to the other. Was this what they meant by a ‘gift’? Slip him something to make him pass out and by way of apology - or perhaps design - offer to have a threesome with him? Well, ok, he knew no matter how much they pissed him off he wasn’t going to say no to that!

But what about the cut that mysteriously healed? That was no illusion. There had definitely been a cut on his neck earlier and after Zoe, well, sucked on it, it vanished like it had never been there. How could they explain that?

Zoe had by now slipped off the short black dress to reveal a lacy black teddy under it and he felt his cock leap into action at the sight of her sexy body in the erotic lingerie. Astrid had completely opened the front of her gown from neckline to floor and while her breasts were still covered, he could get a very good view of her equally sexy body, naked except for a very tiny black thong. Black appeared to be the fashion in this ‘family’.

Astrid spoke again as she moved closer, her slender hand slipping under the lapel of her gown and moving it aside enough to reveal one of her milky breasts. “Do you like what you see, Cal?”

He swallowed hard as the two women moved to either side of him and he felt his resolve quickly disappearing as their hands began to caress him. He nodded mutely, watching as Zoe spread her legs and slid one hand between them, sucking in a deep breath as her fingers rubbed her pussy over the silky lingerie. Astrid rubbed up against him, baring both breasts before shrugging off the gown and stepping out of it, now wearing only the black thong.

Her breasts were perfect, her skin smooth and without a single blemish. Her dark areolae stood out in stark contrast to her almost milky white skin and he could see the arousal of her erect nipples as her hands cupped her breasts and pushed them together. She licked her ruby lips and met his eyes.

“Will you accept our gift, Cal?”

Zoe came up behind Astrid and reached around to cup her tits, squeezing them and leaning in to kiss her shoulders. Cal watched the two half-naked women and nodded, mesmerized by their erotic performance.

“You must speak the words, Cal, or we cannot give it to you.”

He nodded again, his mouth dry. “Y...yes.”

They exchanged a look then Zoe began unbuttoning her teddy. Astrid took his hand and pressed it to her breast. He was surprised to find her skin cool to the touch.

“Yes… what? You must be very specific, Cal. Do you accept our gift?”

“Yes, yes I will accept your gift,” he said in an almost monotone. His attention was focused not on what they were saying, but on what they were doing. And like any man, he would have agreed to sell them his soul at that point for the promise to bed the two sexy women. If he’d only realized how close to the truth that was.

 

Chapter 4

Zoe and Astrid exchanged a look as Cal agreed to their request. Zoe knelt before him and began to unfasten his pants while Astrid moved in closer. Her breath was warm on his face and she spoke in a husky whisper.

“We will make this night one you will remember for all eternity,” she breathed, her heavy breasts pressing against his chest. Her lips met his and her tongue pushed into his mouth forcefully, her lips sucking on his tongue hungrily.

By this point, he became aware that Zoe had his pants down around his ankles and was tugging his boxers down. His cock immediately began to increase from semi-hard to a full-on hardon as it was exposed and her hands began to caress up his thighs. Astrid continued her passionate kiss, her arms going around his neck and holding his head in place.

He let out a gasp when he felt a warm breath on his highly aroused cock, then moaned into Astrid’s mouth when Zoe’s lips pressed against the sensitive head before parting and taking nearly half of his throbbing cock into her mouth. Astrid pulled her lips from his and they both looked down at the sexy woman in her black teddy sucking contentedly on his rock-hard member. Astrid looked back up into his eyes and smiled.

“Fellatio is only one of Zoe’s many talents, Cal. Don’t you agree she is very good?”

He pulled his eyes from Zoe and met Astrid’s glowing eyes. He nodded mutely as she expertly worked her lips and tongue up and down his shaft. He’d often dated girls who seemed to have a flair for giving head, but none had the enthusiasm and voracity that Zoe was now exhibiting. He was usually able to control himself during head, not cumming unless the girl wanted him to. But with Zoe, he found himself teetering on the edge of orgasm after only a few minutes. Astrid continued to leave little kisses on his cheeks as she watched both him and Zoe.

When his breathing became halting and his eyes closed, Astrid’s kisses moved down to his neck. He felt his balls contract and he wanted to warn Zoe he was going to cum, but was unable to speak. Astrid’s kisses became little teasing nibbles as his climax neared. Zoe seemed to sense it and began to suck harder and faster, as if encouraging him to cum.

In a few seconds, he felt his cock swell in her mouth and cried out as he exploded, sending what felt like a water cannon of cum down her throat. At the same time, he felt Astrid’s teeth sink into the flesh of his neck. The combination of pleasure and pain was almost overwhelming and he heard himself screaming in his head as his vision faded and everything went black.

When he awoke, he was lying on the bed, completely naked. The room was dark, lit only by two candles on tables at both sides of the bed. He tried to sit up, but found his arms were tied to the headboard. He tugged at his feet only to find they were also bound.

“Please lie still, Cal. This is for your own good and it is only temporary.” From out of the darkness a figure emerged and he saw it was Zoe, still wearing the black teddy. She smiled down at him almost lovingly.

“What the fuck…?” Cal grunted, once again attempting to free himself. Zoe came over and sat on the bed next to him, a full wine glass in her delicate hands. He looked up at her. “Why am I tied up?”

She shook her head and allowed a long fingernail to trace along his chest and down to where his limp cock lay against his thigh. Instantly, he felt it twitch and begin to grow again. She moved her finger back up across his chest and along his neck until he felt her touch on a very tender spot. He winced and jerked his head aside.

“Ow, fuck!”

She smiled sadly, set the wine glass on the night table, then leaned in to kiss him. Feeling more than a little put off by this weird behavior, he turned his head away. Zoe paused, then quickly moved in and pressed her soft lips against the sore area on his neck, once again sucking on it as the tip of her tongue rolled and teased his torn flesh. She kept this up for almost a full minute and when she pulled away, the stinging pain was again gone and he somehow knew there would be no trace of a wound. He stared up at her as she licked her lips and smiled at him.

“What the hell is going on here?” he asked her, once again straining at the ropes holding him down.

A voice came from somewhere in the gloom beyond the candle light. “I apologize for the restraints, Cal.” Astrid glided into view at the foot of the bed. “But I can assure you they are very necessary.”

He peered down at her. She’d put her robe back on, but hadn’t bothered to tie it and her beautiful body was plainly visible. Something in her eyes seemed to take all his resolve away and he flopped his head back to the pillow. “I…I don’t understand…” he mumbled.

Astrid came over and sat down on the other side of him. “I will explain it to you now that the first steps are complete.” He looked up at her, his brow knitted as he tried to make sense of what she was saying. Zoe reached up and picked up the wine glass she’d set on the night table. As Astrid began to speak again, he noted that it appeared to be not wine, but blood.

“As I told you earlier, we are a very ancient and noble family. You are now a part of that family, Cal. You are now bound to us in a way that may seem remarkable and even unbelievable.” She took the glass from Zoe and smiled down at him. “After tonight, you will begin the transformation. It will not be immediate, but it will happen. No one can stop it now.”

He stared at her, then over to Zoe. His eyes paused on the glass of thick red liquid Astrid was swirling in the goblet before going inexplicably back to hers. “T…transformation?” He felt a knot of fear in his stomach. Astrid nodded.

“Yes, my child. You asked for this gift, and we have given it to you.”

He swallowed hard, his eyes drifting back to the goblet she held. “I…I don’t understand. What gift?” He suddenly flashed back to when there’d been something besides wine in the goblet. He remembered the sickly sweet and salty taste and how it clung to his throat as he swallowed it. His tongue flicked out and he licked his lips.

She smiled at him. “Why, to make you a part of our family, of course. And all the benefits that come with it.”

He couldn’t take his eyes off the goblet now. Something inside him hungered for the thick, warm substance. “Benefits?”

She leaned in closer. “Oh, yes. Immortality, for one.”

This got his attention and he peeled his eyes from the mesmerizing dark liquid, staring up at her in shock. She nodded.

“Yes, Cal, we are immortal. I am exactly five hundred and fifty-two years old.” As he continued to gawk at her, she gestured to Zoe. “Zoe is still a child. I turned her seventy-three years ago. Only in another hundred years will she begin to fully understand her powers.”

He looked over at the sexy young woman and Zoe nodded at him. “She speaks the truth, Cal. I didn’t believe it at first either, but I haven’t aged a day in those seventy-three years.”

He exchanged an astonished look between them, his mouth open in surprise. “Are you trying to tell me you two are …vampires?”

Astrid rolled her eyes and smiled. “Yes, that is what we have been labeled as. But we are not the evil creatures of books and movies.” She gestured toward Zoe. “As you can see, we can be very enticing.”

Zoe grinned and let her hand glide over his bare chest. He sighed involuntarily at her sensual touch then looked back over at Astrid. “But you drink blood?”

She nodded. “We do, but we do not always need to kill to feed.” She noticed his eyes following the goblet. “You see, even now you crave it. Do you feel it?”

As strange as it felt, he had to nod his head. He did crave it, like no hunger he’d ever felt before. If he weren’t tied to the bed, he would have already taken the goblet from her and drained it.

Astrid looked over at Zoe, who reached down and lifted Cal’s head. Astrid brought the goblet to his lips.

“Then drink, my child.” As soon as the warm liquid touched his lips, he began to gulp it down. Astrid tilted the goblet higher until he’d drank it all, then Zoe lay his head back down. His tongue licked across his lips, trying to get every drop. The glass sated his hunger somewhat, but he wanted more.

“More!” he gasped as he felt a warmth spreading through his body. He suddenly felt a rush of strength as the life-giving liquid seemed to surge through him. He pulled at the ropes, his eyes wild. “I want more!”

Astrid shook her head. “No, not now. Too much at first will make you mad. You must start off slow and allow your body time to adjust. You will be going through some great changes in the next day or so and it will not be easy on you. Until your body has adapted, you must remain here like this, for your own safety.”

Zoe touched his arm and he swung his head to her. She smiled, not at all fazed by his suddenly aggressive demeanor. “We will be here to help you through it, Cal. Do not be afraid.” She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, her lips feeling cool on his hot skin. “Then we can all have some more fun together!” She reached down and grasped his now fully erect penis, giving it a few good strokes.

Cal felt his blood heat at her touch and his entire body tensed as her hand pumped his incredibly hard cock. He grunted and jerked his hips, urging her to continue her hand job. She did and he felt his cum rising almost immediately, as if he needed to release or explode. He’d never felt such an intense sensation of sexual pleasure, and this was only from a hand job!

Vaguely, he heard Astrid’s voice again. “Another benefit is increased sexual feelings. You will experience orgasms many times the intensity of mortals. I can see it is starting already.”

He felt a sudden rush and his back arched off the bed, crying out as he ejaculated what felt like a fire hose of cum gushing from his aching balls. It shot nearly two feet straight up before arcing down and splashing on his chest. Zoe’s hand continued to pump him and he watched as an unfathomable amount of hot jism was expelled from his cock. His entire body shuddered and shook under the force of the orgasm until he collapsed gasping onto the bed, his body going limp.

Zoe got up and returned a moment later with a towel and began to clean the cum from his chest and stomach. Amazingly, his cock remained hard and he was still horny! More than anything he wanted to fuck both of these freaky chicks until he was finally satisfied, although from the way he felt right now he wondered if that could ever happen.

Astrid lay a cool hand on his forehead. “Sleep now, Cal. We will be here to watch over you. Do not be afraid.”

He heard her speaking, but it was as if she were moving farther and farther away, her voice fading. Her words and touch seemed to have a soothing effect his over-charged body and he began to relax. His eyelids became heavy, drooping until he was unable to hold them open any longer. He fell into a deep sleep, his dreams filled with strange and often terrifying images.

 

Chapter 5

For the next two days, Cal drifted in and out of consciousness. Whenever he was awake, Astrid or Zoe would be there with another goblet of the life-giving blood, which he guzzled hungrily before once again lapsing into a fitful sleep. Whenever he was lucid, he was hornier than he could ever remember being and Zoe was always happy to help him with a pressure-relieving hand job. He begged her to straddle him and let him fuck her, but she shook her head.

“Not yet, my darling. It is too soon. You must be patient. Remember, we will have an eternity to pleasure one another.”

Eventually, he found his sexual desires becoming less urgent until he was finally able to talk to them without needing to be satisfied first. Astrid told him he was adjusting very well and that his restraints could come off in a few hours.

“H…how long?” he panted, his matted hair clinging to his sweaty scalp.

Zoe looked down at him. “Just a few more hours, my love.”

He shook his head. “No, no…I mean, how long have I been here?”

Astrid spoke up. “Three days.”

As his foggy brain processed that information, his eyes suddenly flew open. “Shit!” He looked up at her. “I need to call work!”

Zoe and Astrid exchanged a look, then Astrid sat down next to him. “Cal, perhaps you don’t fully understand what has happened here.” He gave her a questioning look. “You can’t go back to your old life. People will know there is something different about you.”

“How so?”

She smiled sadly and patted his chest. “Well, for one, you won’t be able to spend any time in the sun. It won’t be too noticeable at first, you’ll just find that you sunburn very quickly. But after a few months, the sun on your skin will become unbearable and you’ll have to cover up and use strong sunscreen. Eventually even that will not be enough and you’ll have to avoid daylight altogether. That takes up to two hundred years, though. So enjoy the daylight while you still can.”

“Another problem is aging. Your friends will all grow old but you will never age another day. Again, this is not something that will become apparent immediately, but it must be considered.”

Cal listened, still trying to come to terms with all of this. Despite all he’d been through, he still found the idea that vampires existed to be a little far-fetched. Not to mention the fact that he may be one.

“So, what do I do? Move away?”

Astrid nodded. “That is the usual method. We must constantly relocate and change our identities. That is partly why I bought this house. I find it convenient to have domiciles scattered all around the world.”

Zoe brought another goblet of blood to his lips and helped him drink it. He lay back and enjoyed the warm feeling as it reached every corner of his body. This was all too much; too hard to swallow. Yet, there was no denying the way his body craved human blood and the calming effect it had on him.

“Now, sleep again and when you awake, we will remove the bindings and begin your training,” Astrid said, her cool hand once again falling across his eyes. He drifted off once again.

Chapter 6

The first thing that broke trough the nightmarish dreams was the pounding. It had a familiar ring to it - some link to his life that in the semi-conscious state before awakening was comforting. As he slowly emerged from his deep sleep, his mind slowly recognized the sounds as those of a construction site and he slowly opened his eyes. But instead of the usual daylight his mind associated with those sounds, he found he was still in the gloomy candlelit darkness of the basement. He groaned and brought a hand to his face, then suddenly realized that he could touch his face. He pushed himself to a semi-upright position and focused his eyes on his naked body. It was true, his arms and legs were no longer tied to the four corners of the big bed.

On one corner of the bed, near his feet, lay his clothes. He groggily pushed himself to a sitting position and felt a wave of nauseating dizziness sweep through him. He paused there, sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands until it passed, then slowly looked back up. He couldn’t quite make out the far corners of the room in the gloomy darkness, but he knew he was alone. He reached out for his shorts and stood up on shaky legs to pull them on. He was weak, but the nausea had passed, although his head still throbbed slightly.

Before he put any more clothes on, he felt the sudden urge to relieve himself and shuffled over to the bathroom he’d discovered earlier. He had no idea how long he’d been lying there, but the need to empty his aching bladder was becoming more urgent by the second. As he stood over the toilet, he noticed a shower stall and neatly folded towels. He glanced up at his reflection in the mirror and was alarmed at the sight. His greasy hair was plastered to his scalp where it wasn’t sticking up at odd angles and his face looked like death warmed over. He finished up and sniffed at his pits, grimacing at the strong odor of b.o.

“Whew!” he breathed, glancing again at the towel and shower. He moved the curtain aside and saw a fresh cake of soap and a bottle of shampoo on the shelf. It looked like his hostesses had prepared it for him and even if they hadn’t, fuck them. They were the ones who were keeping a virtual prisoner here in their little dungeon.

He turned on the water and made sure the temperature was right, then slipped his shorts off and stepped in. The spray hit his face like little pellets, stinging his skin, but it felt good and he quickly lathered up and rinsed off. He stood under the water for a few minutes afterward, just letting the hot water permeate his skin and relieve his tired muscles. Why did he feel so exhausted, anyway? He’d done nothing but sleep for what, three days? He was certain that’s what they’d said before his last little nap.

He turned off the water and dried off, then pulled his shorts back on. As he reached down to open the door, he instinctively knew someone was waiting for him in the bedroom. He could smell the faint aroma of a woman’s perfume, her flowery scented shampoo, and the arousing scent of her womanhood over all of it. He felt his cock begin to harden at the smell and he pulled the door open to see Zoe sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at him with very intense eyes.

“Good morning, Cal,” she said, rising from the bed. She was wearing a tight gray skirt that fell a few inches above her knees and a loose white blouse. Her long hair was swept back over one shoulder and her feet were perched in a pair of heels that made her legs look amazing long and tantalizing. In here hand she held another goblet of blood, and he was torn between his lust for her and his need for the warm strength the blood would provide. She took a step toward him, her dark eyes never leaving his and emitting a faint white glow in the semi-darkness. “Did you sleep well?”

He nodded, momentarily rendered speechless by the sight of her. He felt his cock growing even harder and pushing against the fabric of his boxers. Her eyes glanced down at the now prominent tent in his shorts and then back to his.

“I can see that you are feeling…” She paused, her tongue moistening her ruby lips, “…better.” Once again she looked down at his crotch, then slowly came over to him. Her scent was stronger now, almost overpowering, and he had to physically reign in the urge to rip off her clothes, throw her onto the bed and ravage her mercilessly. She gave him an almost knowing smile and held out the glass of blood to him. “Drink, my love.”

He grabbed the stem of the delicate glass and brought it to his lips without hesitating, downing the warm fluid in one long gulp. He lowered the empty glass and wiped the blood from his lips, his mind once again honed in on her.

“I can see that your senses have been heightened. Your desire for me is almost palpable.” She began to slowly unbutton her blouse. “This is one of the effects of your new being. Eventually, you will be able to better control your sexual urges.” He was listening to her, but his eyes were on her fingers as she undid each button to reveal more of her milky white cleavage. “Until then, Astrid and I are here for you. You may take out your desires on us as often as you need to until you are ready to move on to the next phase.” She undid the final button and her blouse fell open, revealing the lacy white bra that supported the heaving mounds of her breasts. She reached up and lifted his chin, pulling his eyes from her chest. Her eyes bore into his with a look he could only describe as ‘fuck me eyes’ and she chewed on her lower lip. “Do you want to fuck me now, Cal?”

He felt himself nodding and dropped the glass, vaguely aware of it smashing on the concrete floor as he reached out to grasp her slender white waist under her open blouse. Her skin was soft and cool to the touch and he felt his cock straining as it never had before. She gave him an impish grin and reached for the button of her skirt. As it fell to the floor around her stiletto clad ankles, she leaned in and whispered into his ear, “Then take me! Now!”

He needed no further encouragement and pushed her backward until she fell back onto the bed, her feet still on the floor and her blouse flung open. Her panties were the same white lacy variety as her bra and he grasped them and literally ripped them from her body, his eyes wild with lust. She lay there watching him, his animalistic advances seeming to further enhance the wild look in her eyes. He quickly dropped his shorts and kicked them aside, his cock bobbing over her. He’d never felt like this before; so hard, so needing to feel it inside her cunt as if it were necessary for his very survival.

He reached down and grabbed her bra between her breasts and ripped it free, throwing it aside. For a brief moment their eyes met, as if they were two wild animals in heat. Then Cal grabbed her legs and thrust them up, pushing them back so that his cock could access her hot pussy. He found her opening and thrust inside her completely in one swift motion, her warmth engulfing him and only serving to increase his lust. He cried out, his eyes meeting hers, then dropping to her exposed breasts as he pulled out and slammed back into her. She moaned and grabbed at the sheets, arching her back as he pounded in and out of her. He was moving faster now, gripping her legs and pushing them farther apart in an effort to go even deeper into her steamy depths.

She was moaning non-stop, occasionally muttering words like, “yes”, “fuck me!” and “harder!” This only encouraged him to increase his already violent fucking until he was almost lifting her small body off the bed when he slammed home. Some small part of his mind told him to stop, that he must be hurting her, but the new Cal - the one she had a part in awakening - wasn’t about to let up until he deposited his seed deep inside her.

The room grew quiet except for their muted grunts and the sound of their skin slapping together. Every once in a while, Zoe would mutter something nearly unintelligible as his cock pistoned in and out of her stretched hole.

Finally, she locked her eyes on his and gnashed her teeth at him, her eyes even wilder. Her teeth were different now; her incisors had grown into long, sharp fangs and she hissed at him.

“Fuck me you bastard! Make me cum!” she screamed at him, spittle flying from those horrendous teeth.

He increased his hammering, throwing his head back and pulling her long legs even higher so that her ass was no longer touched the bed. She began to wail, low at first, then changing into what could only be described as a shriek as her cunt tightened around his steel-like shaft and he felt her juices flowing as she came.

It took more force, but he continued to hammer away at her even tighter pussy, her eyes wild and body twisting as she came non-stop for what felt like a long time. He felt his own orgasm building and began to slam home even harder. She seemed to sense his impending release and glared up at him, her body still tensing and shuddering in orgasm.

“Come on, let me have it, you animal!” she spat, those ferocious teeth bared.

He snarled at her and felt something poking into his lips. He tasted blood. But before he could give it any more thought, he felt his balls contract and thrust deep into her. He threw his head back and let out a snarl that turned into a loud howl, almost wolf-like as he felt his cum surging from his cock into her clenching pussy. She screamed again and he felt her legs squeezing his neck as load after load of his seed was pumped into her.

They remained like that until he finally stopped cumming and gradually released his tight grip on her legs. She lowered them back to the floor but they remained joined, each panting as the fire inside them slowly eased. He met her eyes and she smiled at him, her teeth still looking like something from a vampire movie.

“Y…your teeth,” he panted.

Her grin widened. “Have you looked in a mirror lately?”

He caught onto her insinuation and reached a hand up to his mouth. He felt a sudden rise of panicked fear as his fingers traced around his own teeth, his four incisors now about an inch long and very sharp. He looked down at her, the fear very evident in his eyes. She smiled at him and shifted on his still rock-hard cock buried in her dripping pussy.

“Don’t worry, Cal. They will recede again. They only appear when you are very excited, such as having very violent sex or when feeding.” Her smile turned a little sad. “The unfortunate side to immortality is that your life will now be filled with violence.” Then she perked up a little when she saw the shocked expression on his face. “But it does have its advantages, too.” She picked up a corner of her blouse and wiped her sweaty face. “You are a very forceful lover, Cal. And that is something I very much enjoy.”

He thought about what she’d said and looked down at his still hard cock in her pussy. White cum oozed around it and dripped down to the bed. As he stared at the results of their vicious love-making, he ran his tongue over his teeth, feeling the alien fangs. As he touched the tip of his tongue to one of them, it changed, becoming more blunt and seemed to recede into his jaw until it had resumed its previous size and shape. He stared open-mouthed down at Zoe, who smiled up at him, her own teeth once again back to normal.

“I know, it freaked me out the first time it happened, too,” she said, reaching up for him with both arms. He crawled onto the bed and settled between her legs, his hard cock still deep inside her. “All I can tell you is that it will get easier.” She kissed him, softly and tenderly and he returned her kiss with the same loving affection. She pulled her lips from his and adjusted her hips under him.

“Now,” she breathed, gently rolling her pelvis under hip. “…that you’ve fucked me, I want you to make love to me.” She kissed him again, her arms encircling his neck as she pushed upwards against his groin. Cal moaned into her mouth and began to move inside her, slowly this time. She gasped as he pulled back and re-entered, her pussy slick with their combined juices. Their bodies moved in a gentle rhythm, the thick slurping sounds of their coupling the only sound in the room.

After a few minutes, Zoe brought her legs up and wrapped them around his back, the heels of her shoes scraping against his skin. She began to move a little faster and he followed suit. While before had been crude, rough, and forceful, this was tender and loving. Their bodies moved together as one and their panting breath became faster as they both moved toward mutual orgasms. When Cal finally felt himself about to release, his senses were fully alert to Zoe’s responses. He could feel every beat of her heart; the heat of her blood, and could even feel her climax approaching as if her body was somehow transmitting the sensations to his.

When he could hold out no longer, he buried his cock deep inside her and they both cried out together as their bodies were gripped by powerful orgasms. The world around him seemed to fade until only the two of them remained - locked together for eternity in a sensual embrace like none he’d ever experienced before. As they lay there, their blood cooling as their sexual needs were temporarily sated, he considered the possibility of an eternity of making love to these two beautiful women and smiled to himself. Could it really be this easy? Something told him there was a very dark side to this evolution; something even darker than they’d let on.

But whatever life had in store for him now was out of his hands. The change had begun and there was no way to stop it. All he knew for certain was the strong pull of the lust…the lust for sex….and blood

into the night sky.

He remembered gripping onto a piece of torn metal to keep from being jettisoned, then realized with a sickening feeling that the angle of the plane had changed and it was now plunging downward steeply. His hand instinctively went to the parachute strapped to his chest, then without even thinking he pushed himself toward the tear in the belly of the plane. He felt a sharp searing pain in his left ankle as he cleared the fuselage, but quickly forgot about it as his parachute opened and he was suddenly jerked sharply upward before beginning his descent through the black smoke of the German anti-aircraft shells exploding all around him. He closed his eyes, expecting at any minute for one of the huge shells to explode close enough to violently end his life before he reached the ground.

But that never happened. The ground suddenly rushed up at him in the darkness and he landed hard, pain shooting up his leg from his injured left ankle. He lay sprawled on the dewy grass, fighting the pain for a long moment before his training kicked in and he pushed himself to a sitting position and reached for his parachute lines. He began to frantically reel in the large silk parachute, a dead give-away to any Nazi patrols out looking for downed flyers.

He managed to retrieve his chute and looked around as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. He was in a meadow somewhere in northern France and he could make out a line of trees about a hundred yards away. He needed to get to cover quickly so he mashed his chute against his chest and tried to stand. He cried out in pain and immediately fell back to the ground. A cursory examination of his left ankle told him it wasn’t broken, but his hand came away bloody and it was starting to swell. Working quickly, he tore a strip from his parachute and tied it tightly around the cut on his lower leg, then gingerly attempted to stand again, wincing. He found he couldn’t put much weight on the injured ankle, but he thought he could make it to the trees.

He began a slow hobble, all the while keeping alert for any sounds of an approaching patrol. He couldn’t see any sign of his downed plane and hadn’t seen any other parachutes during his landing, but that didn’t mean he was safe. This was 1942 and he was a downed Canadian airman in occupied France. Until he was back across the English Channel, nowhere was safe from enemy patrols.

After what seemed an eternity, he reached the trees and collapsed into some thick brambles. His ankle throbbed and the trek had left him exhausted. He pulled his 45 automatic from his holster and checked the clip. It was full and he had two more in his pack. He snapped the clip back in place, flipped the safety off and lay back, closing his eyes with the gun gripped firmly in his right hand.

 

When he awoke, it was daylight. He groaned and pushed himself up to a sitting position, drawing his injured foot closer. It had swollen even more while he slept and he wasn’t sure now he’d be able to remove his boot without cutting it off. He carefully removed the piece of silk from the cut and examined it. It wasn’t that serious and had already stopped bleeding, but he replace the bandage to keep it clean. His concern was the sprained ankle, not the cut. It would drastically hinder his movements and seriously reduce his chance of escaping back across the English Channel.

He took a look around as he painstakingly massaged his injured ankle. The sun was well up and a quick glance at his watch told him it was almost seven am. It had been somewhere around three am when they’d been shot down so he’d slept for several hours. His ears strained for any sounds that didn’t fit his surroundings but he heard nothing unusual. Somewhere in the distance he thought he heard the sound of a babbling brook. He needed water. Perhaps if it were cold enough, it could even ease the swelling in his ankle.

He picked up a short stick and began to dig a hole in the soft earth to bury his parachute. If it were found, the Gerries wouldn’t stop looking until they found him. He buried it and spread leaves and other debris over the freshly disturbed earth. Looking around, he found a sturdy branch with a ‘Y’ at one end and broke it over his knee so it was the proper length for a makeshift crutch. He slowly got to his feet, leaning heavily on the stick. It held his weight and he began to move through the thick brush in the direction of the water.

After what felt like a mile of struggling through the bushes, he finally arrived at the stream. It was about ten feet wide and less than a foot deep except for a few small pools, but the water was cool and refreshing. He drank, then untied his boot and began to work it from his aching foot, grimacing as even the slightest movement shot a fresh surge of pain shooting through his ankle. Determinedly, he grit his teeth and gave it a good pull, and it finally came off. Pain shot up his leg and he had to force himself not to scream. When the pain once again subsided to a dull throb, he worked his sock off and examined the wound again. His ankle had swollen to almost twice as big as normal and rubbing it only brought on more sharp stinging pains. He gingerly placed it into the water and sighed as the cold water soothed it.

He took out his 45 again and looked around, carefully scrutinizing every bush, his ears tuned. The brook made listening difficult and he didn’t like being so exposed. But he needed to bring down the swelling and this was the only way. He moved closer to a thick clump of brush next to a tree, hoping his olive drab fatigues would offer some camouflage, and leaned against the tree, basking in the warm morning sunshine as the cool water soothed his aching appendage.

He must have dozed off because he suddenly sat bolt upright with a start. A glance at his watch told him he hadn’t slept long and he silently cursed himself for letting his guard down. He surveyed the area, wondering what it was that woke him. Nothing appeared different, and he could hear nothing except the sound of the babbling brook. He carefully pulled his ankle from the water and rubbed it. It was still swollen, but the cold water had helped a little. He knew he should keep it in the water for a while longer, but it was simply too dangerous to remain here.

Gingerly, he tugged his sock back on, then stuck his toes into his combat boot. Setting his jaw, he gripped the boot with both hands and pulled hard. Once again, the pain welled up and he couldn’t stop himself from letting out a small yelp as his foot sunk into the tight leather boot. He waited until the almost nauseating pain subsided, then tied his boot loosely, picked up his makeshift crutch and pulled himself to his feet, his eyes always searching the dense brush.

He needed to find help, a change of clothes, and a place to hide while his ankle healed. His uniform was one dead giveaway of who he was, but he also spoke no French, other than the few words and phrases all soldiers were taught. He could ask for food, directions, etc, but it would be painfully obvious to anyone that he was a foreigner and as such, suspicious. His only hope was to find someone active in the underground who may have the contacts to get him back to England.

He mentally flipped a coin and decided to head downstream, moving as quietly as possible through the thick brush, hoping the sounds of the water would work to his advantage and hide any noise he might make. He gripped his pistol in his right hand and made his way along the bank of the stream until he came to a break in the trees. He stood behind a thick oak and peered out. At the far side of the clearing sat a small house and barn. He could make out a few chickens pecking at the ground and heard the low mooing of a cow, but could see no people.

He began to work closer, still staying in the cover of the trees, until he was close enough to see the windows. As he watched, a shadow passed across one of them. So there was someone home. He waited patiently, chewing on a piece of beef jerky from his pack and watching the house to determine how many people might be there. The chances were good that they would help a downed Canadian who was fighting to free them from the Nazi tyranny, but he couldn’t afford to take chances. There were many Nazi collaborators in France.

After about half an hour, the door opened and a woman emerged from the house and made her way over to the barn. She appeared to be in her twenties, with a slim figure and her dark hair pulled into a tight bun at her neck. She wore typical French clothing for the time, a gray threadbare skirt that fell just short of her ankles and an equally worn white blouse that billowed in the breeze. Her feet were bare, probably due to necessity. Everything was in short supply in Europe, especially in occupied France, and the people had to make do with what they had.

As he watched, she opened the barn door, turning toward him so he could see her face for the first time. She was quite pretty, and she looked a little older than he had initially guessed, but not much. Perhaps thirty. But he could be wrong. This appeared to be a poor farm, and the hard work required to operate it could age a person beyond their actual years. Still, she was quite lovely, and at thirty-one he was in no position to judge.

She went into the barn and he could hear her talking in low, hushed tones, then she emerged leading a gaunt-looking cow toward the small fenced in pasture. All the while she continued talking to it and rubbing its head affectionately. She released the lead and smacked the cow gently on the rump, sending it sauntering into the pasture, then she closed the gate and went over to a hand pump about halfway between the house and barn. She began pumping the handle and filled a pail of water, then turned toward the house.

“Genvieve!” she called, “Vien ici!”

John sank deeper into the bushes and watched as another girl came out of the house. She was younger than the first girl, maybe a sister, in her late teens. Possibly a daughter, but the woman didn’t seem old enough to have a daughter her age. Unlike the woman’s dark brunette hair, the girl’s was light blonde and was tied in a long pony tail down her back. She too wore clothes that had seen much usage, a light cotton skirt with some kind of faded pattern on it and a loose-fitting sleeveless top. She was also barefoot.

The woman said something he couldn’t make out and the girl went back into the house, coming back a few seconds later with a wooden bucket in each hand. She went over to the pump and together they filled those as well, then carried all three buckets of water back into the house.

As much as John wanted to go to the house and ask for help, he knew it would be best to wait it out for a while. They may be alone at the farm for now, but a husband or father could show up at any time and he needed to know exactly how many people lived here before he made any kind of move. He settled down to wait, thankful that instead of just trees to look at, he had two lovely ladies to watch and help take his mind off his dire situation.

As the day turned into afternoon, he had observed the woman and girl going about their chores. He decided they must be sisters. Despite the difference in hair color, there was a definite family resemblance and they were too close in age to be mother and daughter. As the afternoon wore on, he tried to think of a scenario that would leave two young girls alone to work the small farm. It was entirely possible that their father was taken by the Germans. From what he’d heard, they were more likely to imprison a person on suspicion, rather than facts. Stories of Nazi brutality were everywhere and he knew it wasn’t all propaganda.

A new scent suddenly reached him, not strong, but wafting to his nostrils on the light breeze over the regular barnyard smells. Chicken. His stomach growled at the thought of a plump chicken roasting in the kitchen of the small farmhouse. The hardtack biscuits and jerky in his pack kept him from starving, but the idea of a roast chicken dinner literally caused his mouth to salivate.

He shook his head as if to clear the thought from his mind. He had to focus. This was life or death, or at the very least a long and unpleasant vacation in a Nazi POW camp. Neither outcome was very appealing. If there was anyone else in the household, they would soon be returning for dinner. Food was also in short supply and if there was something as succulent as a chicken dinner waiting at home, no Frenchman would miss it.

He waited for two more hours, trying in vain to erase the thought of the succulent meal only a few yards away. When the blonde girl finally came out carrying a bucket of dirty dishes, he knew for certain dinner was over and that no one else had shown up. He decided to make a move. As the girl knelt by the pump and began rinsing the dishes, he stood and emerged from the cover of the trees. He hobbled forward, focusing on her. She wasn’t looking in his direction, focused instead on her task, and didn’t see him approaching.

A sudden scream caused them both to stop and turn to the house. The dark-haired woman stood there, staring at him with wide eyes. The girl looked back at her then followed her gaze and saw him, freezing in place instantly. For a long moment, no one moved or spoke, then John raised his hands cautiously to show he meant them no harm.

“Bonjour,” he said in poorly accented French, looking from one to the other. Without taking her eyes off of him, the woman gestured to the girl and she rose to her feet, cautiously moving over to where the dark-haired woman stood. John attempted communication again.

“Uh, je suis Canadian,” he said, trying hard to remember the little French he knew. The woman grasped the girl to her and they both stared at him. He realized his appearance was probably quite disheveled and could hardly blame them for their fear.

“What do you want?” the older woman asked in heavily accented English.

“You speak English?” John asked, trying to give them a friendly smile.

“Une peu,” she replied, “A little.”

John nodded and took a tentative step closer. They shrunk away and he stopped, not wanting to scare them any more than they already were.

“Look, I don’t want to hurt you. I need your help. My plane . . .” he gestured toward the evening sky, “ . . . was shot down last night.”

The older woman seemed to relax just a little and she pointed to his makeshift crutch. “You are hurt, yes?”

“It’s just a sprain, but I need to rest for a few days. Will you help me? S’il vous plait?” he smiled again, hoping that his attempt to speak their language would endear him and help his plea.

She studied him for a moment, then whispered something to the girl. She nodded, her blue eyes never leaving him, then turned and went into the house. John swallowed. She may be going for food or medicine, or she may be going for a gun. He thought about his Colt 45 in the holster on his hip, but didn’t make a move for it. Someone had to show some trust here. He saw the woman glance at his holster as if reading his thoughts, but her expression remained impassive.

A moment later, the girl emerged from the house carrying a small canvas bag. She gave it to the woman, who looked up at John.

“We will help with your . . .” She paused, searching for the word, then continued. “. . . injury . . . and give you some food, but you cannot stay here.” She removed some bandages from the bag and indicated for him to sit on a low bench next to the pump. “I am sorry, but it is too dangerous.”

He hobbled over to the bench and slowly lowered himself onto it, sighing as he took the weight from his aching ankle. The woman came over, followed by the girl, and they both knelt at his injured appendage and began to remove his boot.

“Je m’appelle John,” he said, once again attempting his French.

The woman looked up at him, then bent back over his foot. The other girl spoke for the first time, her voice sweet and high.

“Allo, Jean. I am Genvieve and this is my sister, Jeannette.” She smiled sweetly at him and he found himself suddenly thinking very impure thoughts about the beautiful young girl kneeling before him.

Jeannette shot her sister a disapproving look, but said nothing and roughly yanked his boot off. He winced, but managed to keep from crying out despite the extreme pain. She removed his sock and began to probe at the injured ankle.

“It is not broken,” she said, looking up at him. “But it is a bad sprain.” She muttered something in French to Genvieve, who smiled at him again and daintily rose to her feet. She ran to the house, her skirt swirling around her slender calves. Jeannette began to wrap his ankle tightly. “You must not walk on this for two, maybe three days,” she told him. “So it appears that you will be staying after all.” She continued to wrap his ankle. “You may stay in the barn, but you must not come outside.” She cinched the bandage tight, causing him to wince, and looked up at him.

“Thank you . . .merci,” he said, offering her a smile.

She seemed to have a melancholy air about her, but she returned his smile thinly and stood up, offering her hand. “Come, I will show you.”

He picked up his crutch with one hand, took hers with the other and she pulled him to his feet, her strength surprising him. He followed her toward the barn and Genvieve came running up carrying some blankets and a bundle as they reached the door. Jeannette led him into the barn with Genvieve following close behind them. She pointed to one of the empty stalls. “You will sleep there.”

He nodded his thanks as Genvieve bounced over to the stall and laid out the blankets on the loose straw. Unlike her sister, she seemed genuinely happy that he was there and never failed to give him a warm smile, her sky blue eyes sparkling. He immediately liked the pretty young girl, and found his thoughts drifting carnally as she crawled around on the blanket to make up his bed. Her slender legs poked out from under her dress as she moved around, and he found himself wondering just how old she was.

Jeannette’s hand on his arm brought him out of his little fantasy. She pressed the bundle into his hands, her eyes telling him that she knew what he was thinking and that her sister was off limits. “Some food,” she said, her eyes meeting and holding his. “We do not have much to eat, so this is all we can give you.”

“I . . .” he began, not wanting to take food from their mouths, but the truth was, he needed it. His meager rations would’nt last long. He gratefully accepted the bundle. “Thank you.”

She nodded and turned to her sister. “Vien tois.” Genvieve finished fussing with his bed and came over, the smile still on her face.

“Sleep well, Jean,” she said, touching his arm. “I will see you a demain, tomorrow, n’est pas?”

Jeanette took her sister’s arm as John smiled and nodded. “Yes, and thank you again.”

The two girls left the barn, with Genvieve smiling back over her shoulder at him. He watched until they went into the house, then went over and pulled the double doors closed. He turned around and looked over at the cow, who was watching him and chewing on a mouthful of hay.

“I guess I’m your new bunkmate,” he said and made his way over to his bedroll. He opened the bundle of food and picked up a piece of the chicken he had smelled roasting earlier. As he lay there chewing on the tender meat, he tried to think of a way to get back home, but all he could see was Genvieve’s smiling face and the cute way she crawled around making his bed. “Dammit,” he said out loud and closed his eyes.

 

Chapter 2

The dream was surreal. Images of the crash were replaced by those of Genvieve, only she wasn’t wearing the worn out skirt and top. Instead, she was dressed in a lacy white corset, with nylon stockings clipped to garters around her creamy thighs. She came to him, her lips red and ready to be kissed, her breasts swelling from the top of her tight corset.

Then, just as he was reaching for her, Jeanette stepped between them, wearing a Gestapo uniform. She suddenly had a luger pointed at him, and she spoke in a harsh German accent instead of French. “Leave my sister alone!”

He awoke with a start, his heart racing. The dream seemed real, so real that he was sweating and his cock was rock hard, straining at his pants. He flopped back on his bed and tried to bring his heart rate back down. Eventually, he drifted back to sleep, this time dreamless.

He awoke before dawn and stretched, then caressed his ankle, which felt a little better. He stood and tested his weight on it and his delusions of a speedy recovery were soon shattered. The pain returned with a vengeance and he had to lean against the stall to keep from falling. “Damn it to hell,” he muttered.

Just then, the door creaked open and he automatically swung a hand to his leather holster, tensing. He relaxed when he saw Jeannette come in carrying a bucket.

“Good morning,” she said without smiling, “Did you sleep well?”

He nodded, remembering the vivid dream that had disturbed his sleep, although now it seemed to be fading from his memory. “Yes, very well.”

She picked up a stool and settled down to milk the cow. Soon the sound of milk shooting into the bucket could be heard as her hands expertly massaged the teats. He found he had to look away. Just the image of her hands moving like that brought erotic images to his mind and he didn’t want to sprout a raging hardon in front of her. Genvieve, perhaps, he thought, grinning to himself, but somehow he got the impression that big sis would not find it at all amusing.

“So,” he said, “just you and your sister live here?”

Jeanette kept milking and didn’t reply for a moment. “Yes,” she finally said without looking up. He wanted to ask her more, but she didn’t seem the type that would open up to him. She surprised him by continuing. “Our parents are dead. I lived here with my husband. When our parents died, Genvieve came to stay with us.”

A husband. That might be a complication. “Where is your husband now?”

Again, there was a pause, this one even longer. Just when he thought she wasn’t going to answer him, she stood up, her bucket full. Her dark eyes met his. “My husband . . .” she shrugged, “ . . . is probably dead. They took him away almost two months ago.” She turned to go and he didn’t try to stop her or ask any more questions. She paused at the door without looking back. “I will bring a basin and water so you can bathe.” Then she was gone. Despite her obvious pain at telling him about her husband, it lifted his spirits. If the Nazis had indeed taken her husband, chances were good that she was no collaborator.

He went back to his bed and sat on the blankets, eating some of his rations and sipping on some water. He longed for a cup of coffee; even the ersatz stuff would have tasted good right now. He finished his breakfast, such as it was, and lay back again on the blankets, his thoughts once again working on a way of getting out of the country, with regular thoughts of Genvieve and even her morose sister intruding often. Despite Jeannette’s less than appealing demeanor, she was still a very attractive woman.

A short time later, the door swung open and was quickly pulled closed. Knowing that the girls were up and going about their daily chores had eased his nervousness somewhat, but he still kept his hand on his gun whenever the door opened. This time he was pleasantly surprised when Genvieve came over to the stall. She smiled her beautiful smile and knelt down on the edge of the blanket, smoothing her skirt over her knees.

“You are comfortable?” she asked, her eyes sparkling and her accent making even such an innocent question somehow erotic. No doubt his own less than pure thoughts helped with that. She was definitely what his buddies would call a looker.

“Yes, thank you, er, merci beaucoup,” he said, grinning at her.

She laughed daintily. “You speak some francaise,” she said, settling into a more comfortable position.

He held up his hand, holding his thumb and forefinger a half inch apart. “Une peu,” he replied. She giggled again and he found himself wanting to hear her laugh again. It was sweet and innocent, like her.

He decided that she may be more forthcoming with information than her sister had been. “Tell me, Genvieve,” he asked, meeting her striking blue eyes, “Why does your sister seem so . . .sad?” He decided to play dumb and not let on what Jeannette had told him.

“Ah, oui, c’est vrai . . .it is true. She misses Rheal, her husband.”

John tried to appear surprised. “Husband? I thought you two lived alone here?”

She nodded, glancing nervously toward the closed barn door. “Oui, we do. But she was married. The . . .the Germans . . .said he was a spy . . .and they took him.” Her face took on an uncharacteristic sad look. “Then she lost the baby. It was so sad, so sad . . .” Her voice trailed off as if the memory were too much for words.

“She had a baby?”

She shook her head. “Non, non, she was . . .how do you say . . .with child?” John nodded to show he understood. She continued. “But the shock of what happened . . .it was born dead. So sad . . .a little boy.” She fell silent and John couldn’t think of anything to say. It was no wonder Jeannette was like that. The loss of her husband and then a child in such a short period of time would leave anyone with a big empty hole where their heart once was.

“Losing Rheal was . . .tres difficile, but more than anything in the world she wanted to be a mother,” Genvieve said. “That is what made her so sad more than anything.”

“I understand,” John finally said, meeting her eyes.

She smiled sadly, then her expression brightened. “But what about you? Tell me how you came to be here?”

He related the story of how his plane had been shot down, struggling as he remembered Lou, Bobby, and all the rest of the crew he had come to know and love as brothers. He wondered if any of them had made it out of their burning plane. Genvieve reached out and touched his hand in consolation, her pretty eyes telling him she felt his pain. Her touch was soft and delicate and he thrilled at the warmth of her fingers on his skin. He continued with the story of his hike through the woods and how he had found their little farm. She shook her head in wonderment.

“I think . . .” she said thoughtfully, “. . . that you are a very brave man. I know if there are more like you, France will once again be free one day.” She smiled and leaned in, planting a soft kiss on each cheek. Her smell was wonderful and he had to physically resist the urge to take her in his arms and kiss her full on the mouth. Just having her this close, with her warm breath on his skin was making him hard. She moved back and smiled. “Jeannette is warming some water for you to bathe. She will be coming soon and she will not like me being here alone with you.”

She stood up, brushing pieces of straw from her dress. She gave him a quick curtsey, then turned and left before he could think of anything to say. He touched his cheek where her soft lips had pressed and inhaled a deep breath. Was this an infatuation or was he really falling for her?

 

Chapter 3

A short while after Genvieve’s visit, the door opened again and she and Jeanette entered carrying a large tin basin, big enough for him to take a bath in. They set it down near the door and went back out without saying a word. John stood and hobbled over to the basin using his crutch. He looked out and saw them each coming with two large pails of steaming water. He couldn’t stand by and watch women carrying his own bath water and dropped his crutch, testing his ankle. It was still very painful, but he could do it. He hadn’t taken one step before he heard Jeannette’s voice.

“Non! Arretes tois! Stop!”

He looked up as she came closer, the hot water splashing over the rim as she hurried to get to him. Her face bore the expression of a chiding schoolmarm. “You must not walk on your injured foot! It will only delay your departure.”

“But I can’t stand by and watch you two ladies carrying that water. I want to help.”

She fixed him with hard stare. “You can help by resting so you can be on your way.” She glared at him for a moment, then picked up the pails and dumped them into the basin. He obediently stood aside and watched as Genvieve poured in her water as well, giving him a wink and a little smile when Jeannette’s back was turned.

They made two more trips with hot water, then poured in several pails from the well to fill the tub and cool the steaming bath a little. Jeannette handed him a dingy towel, a washcloth, and a bar of soap. She left some clothes that she said belonged to her husband and told him to leave his dirty combat fatigues by the barn door. She turned to the door as John began unbuttoning his shirt. Genvieve, standing just outside the door, watched with an amused smile as each button revealed a little more of his thick chest. He noticed her watching and hurriedly finished, taking off his shirt a few seconds before the door was closed and he was once again alone. He smiled to himself as he finished undressing and slipped into the hot water. She appeared to be as enthralled with him as he was with her.

 

Jeannette led her sister back to the house after closing the barn door. She could sense the attraction between them and while she would never stand in the way of Genvieve’s happiness, a tryst with a stranded Canadian soldier, while very romantic, would bring her nothing but pain and trouble in the end.

“Come, Genvieve,” she said, taking her hand and pulling her reluctantly inside. “Give him some privacy.”

Genvieve followed and plopped down in one of the straight back chairs around the kitchen table. “Do you not find him handsome?” she asked, eyeing her big sister with a doe-eyed expression.

Jeannette laughed humorlessly and shook her head. “He is not for you, my foolish little sister. In a few days he will be back in England. Or he will be captured by the Germans. He might even be killed if they have a mind to do so. It is not for us to know.” She spoke without emotion, merely stating the facts.

Genvieve’s face darkened in a look of horror. “Oh, Jeannette, do not say that! Do not even think it!”

Jeannette went to the table and took the chair opposite her sister. She reached across the well-worn wooden table and grasped her hand. “Genvieve, I understand how you feel. I truly do. But you must be practical. The world has been turned upside down and this is not the time or place for such things. You must put him out of your mind.” She smiled across the table at her. “You are such a beautiful girl. After the war, you can . . .”

Genvieve pulled her hand away and stood up abruptly, her face a mask of anger. “After the war?! After the war?! Will the war ever end?!” She paused, her anger building even more. “You had a husband once! You had love! What about me?!” By now tears were streaming down her face. “You have no right! I am not a little girl anymore and I love him!” She glared at her sister for a few seconds then turned and ran outside and across the yard.

By the time Jeannette made it to the door she was already disappearing into the trees behind the barn. She sighed and decided it was best just to let her go sulk for a while. This was Genvieve’s way of dealing with conflict. Jeannette knew she would eventually come to her senses and come home, and also knew from past experience that it wouldn’t be until it began to get dark. She closed the door and began to gather up what meager food she could find for lunch.

 

Genvieve rushed outside and past the barn, running headlong into the woods. Pinecones and small twigs jabbed at her bare feet but years of going barefoot had toughened her soles and her blind anger at her sister’s nonchalant dismissal of her feelings only aided in lessening the pain from the rough forest floor. She finally stopped only a few dozen yards from the barn and collapsed to her knees, sobbing.

What right did Jeannette have to talk to her that way? She was a woman, with all the needs and feelings women had, but her older sister was still treating her like a little girl. She was eighteen now, old enough to take a husband. Older, in fact, than many girls her age who were already married and starting to raise families. She wanted a man, and she had chosen Jean, the handsome and brave soldier from America.

She was jealous; that was it. She wanted him for herself. That had to be the reason. Her anger boiled and she wiped away her tears, wondering if Jeannette was out there with him now, helping him bathe. She continued to seethe for several minutes, thinking desperately on how to thwart her sister’s advances on the man she had chosen for herself.

Some time later, after her anger had eased and she was able to think more rationally, she realized that was an absurd thought. Deep down she knew Jeannette harbored no romantic feelings whatsoever for the handsome airman. She was simply giving care to a man who was selflessly risking his life to save her country from the hated Nazis. It was her only her imagination working overtime.

Her thoughts drifted back to him alone in the barn at that very moment. She swallowed hard at the thought of him naked in the bathtub, his manly chest and strong arms he had bared to her for only a brief moment shiny and wet. And what about his other parts? She tried to imagine what he would look like below the waist. She had once dared a schoolmate to show her his penis, but they were only ten at the time and it really wasn’t that impressive to her. A curiosity, yes, but nothing more. Surely a man would look different. She knew what sex was, of course. She even knew how to touch herself in a way that made her feel all warm and tingly inside. If sex felt like that, she definitely wanted to do it!

After a few moments, she wiped her remaining tears and began to walk through the familiar forest to her special place, a spot on the riverbank where she often came to be alone with her thoughts. She needed to think. If she wanted the handsome and daring Canadian to fall in love with her and not her sister, she would have to come up with a plan to win him.

 

Chapter 4

Jeannette finished her lunch of bread and cheese and stood looking out at the still closed barn door. Her hand absently went to her empty belly and a tear spilled down one cheek as she remembered the sense of loss when her precious baby was born dead only one week after her husband was taken from her by the brown shirted Nazi storm troopers. If only her baby had lived her life would have some purpose; some meaning other than trying to exist here on their tiny farm under the constant threat of the Germans coming for her and her sister as they had for her husband.

As she stood there, the barn doors opened and she watched as John tiik a quick look around the yard, then grasped the handle on the end of the heavy basin and dragged it outside and over toward a ditch. He struggled with his nearly useless ankle, but Jeannette simply watched from the window of the house, making no move to help or lecture him for risking aggravating his injury. He was wearing the pants of Rheal’s she had taken to him, but he wore no shirt and she watched as the muscles on his back and arms rippled under his skin, unable to pull her eyes from his trim, muscular body. He opened the drain tap at the end and sat on the edge of the metal tub, wiping his brow and watching as the water slowly drained. When he regained his strength, he pulled himself to his feet and half walked, half hopped back into the barn.

Jeannette watched all of this without moving. Her hand was still on her belly but her tears had stopped, leaving tiny streaks down her soft cheeks. Maybe there was a way to bring purpose back into her life.

She turned suddenly from the window and went into her bedroom. She stood before the mirror and examined her image. She was still a very attractive woman, she surmised. Although she no longer spent the time she used to on her appearance since the loss of her husband, she hadn’t failed to notice the looks of some of the men when she went into the village. She picked up a cloth from the wash basin on her dresser and began to wash her tear streaked face. Then she reached behind her head and undid the tight bun of her hair. She pulled it free and the dark tresses spilled down her back and framed her face, completely altering her appearance from that of a hard working farm wife to that of a beautiful young woman still very much at the height of her sexuality and desirability. She picked up a brush and began to brush her dark hair slowly until it shone with an almost inner luminescence, then she unbuttoned the top button of her blouse to show just a hint of cleavage.

She licked her lips and took a final look in her mirror. If she was going to do this, it had to be now; before she chickened out or Genvieve returned. Taking a deep breath, she turned and strode purposefully through the kitchen, then out the door and into the yard. Her eyes were fixed on the still open barn doors and she could feel her excitement at what she was going to do starting to build in her stomach, and in her dampening sex.

John returned to his bed, panting from the effort of dragging the bath tub out to drain. In spite of Jeannette’s earlier warnings, there was no way in hell he was going to stand and watch while the sisters pulled the heavy tub outside. It had been difficult, but he managed without putting too much extra strain on his sprained ankle. He was lying back with his eyes closed when he heard footsteps and the light in the barn dimmed as the doors were pulled shut. He propped himself up, his hand reaching for his gun as he peered around the corner of the stall, but he stopped short when he saw who it was.

Jeannette was coming toward him slowly, one hand toying with the buttons of her blouse. She had let her hair down and the change in her appearance was so amazing that he could only stare open mouthed as she came closer. While he had always considered her attractive, she was now breathtakingly beautiful. She came over to the stall and stood there, her dark eyes darting around; looking at him, then elsewhere, never meeting his for more than a brief second. He was speechless, wondering what had brought on this change and why she was acting like this. Finally, he found his voice.

“Jeannette, I . . .I’m sorry for taking out the bath, but I couldn’t . . .”

She raised a finger to her rosy lips, shaking her head. Her long, silky hair swayed across her shoulders and fell forward over one breast. He stopped speaking and she dropped to her knees at the edge of his bedroll as Genvieve had done earlier. He swallowed and finally their eyes met. Until now, her dark eyes were sad, almost lifeless. Now they held a wild look that he had never seen before. He watched as her eyes moved down over his bare chest and lower. He swallowed hard as the realization of what she wanted suddenly dawned on him and he felt an immediate response in his groin as her eyes locked there while she nibbled seductively on her lower lip. Her fingers were still toying with the buttons of her blouse and he watched as she undid another one, revealing more of her ample cleavage to his hungry eyes. She brought her gaze back to meet his eyes and he could see the look of pure animalistic lust, although there was still a trace of sadness in them.

He shifted his weight slightly, feeling his cock begin to grow harder as another button was released. He could now see that she wore no undergarments and he was getting a good look at most of her milky white breasts. She dropped her hands from her blouse and looked again at his crotch, where his manhood was now showing a definite bulge. She looked back up to his eyes, then without speaking, she leaned forward - her heavy breasts almost falling from her near open blouse - and began to unfasten his pants. He watched her, unsure of what to do or say. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before and he was at a loss at what to do. He decided to just let her take control, whatever her reasons may be.

She quickly had him unfastened and reached inside, her fingers gripping his now fully hard member. She looked up at him and he thought he saw the slightest trace of a smile before she began to stroke his seven inch cock. He closed his eyes and leaned back as her fingers milked him as expertly as they had milked the cow that morning.

After a moment or two, he felt her release his cock and he opened his eyes in time to see her get to her feet. With her eyes locked on his, she undid the remaining two buttons of her blouse, letting it fall open, then unfastened her long skirt. As it fell to her feet, he swallowed hard. She had a beautiful body, her muscles well toned from years of farm work. She wore a pair of white bloomers which she gripped in both hands and wriggled down over her smoothly curved hips. John found he couldn’t move or take his eyes of this beautiful woman baring herself to him. Her reasons for doing it weren’t of any consequence to him and Genvieve was far from his thoughts at this point in time.

She bent over and pulled her underpants from her feet, then stood before him wearing only her open blouse. His cock throbbed as his eyes took in her slender legs and the thick bush between her thighs, her dark curly pubic hair already beading with her juices. She took a step toward him, spreading her legs so that her feet were on either side of his legs. He was looking straight up at her excited pussy and his nostrils caught the scent of her arousal mixing with the sweet smell of the hay. She looked down at him, his hard cock sticking out of his open fly, then knelt down, her bare knees meeting the hay as she straddled his legs.

She glanced up at him briefly, then gripped his pants by the waist band. Taking the hint, he lifted his hips from the blanket and she quickly slipped the pants down, allowing his cock to stand fully upright. She looked down at it for a long moment, then seemed to come to a decision. She took it in her hand, then bent over and brought her mouth close to his throbbing purple head. She paused and he realized he was holding his breath, then she parted her lips and kissed the tip before taking it inside her warm, wet mouth. He gasped and propped himself up on his elbows so he could watch her silky hair spill across his bare stomach while she took him deeper into her mouth.

Her tongue moved along the underside while she sucked him in and out. He groaned and reached down to caress her hair, gently pushing her head down. She responded by taking even more of his thick cock into her mouth and throat. She was obviously not new to cock sucking and her moans indicated that she was also getting some pleasure from doing it.

She kept it up for several minutes and John had to fight to keep from losing it more than once. When she finally released him and looked up at him, her eyes were even wilder. She sat up suddenly, her lips still wet with his juices, and slipped her blouse off, leaving her completely naked. Her heavy breasts swayed as she leaned over him, her hard nipples centered in her crimson areolae. She moved further up his legs until the thick pubic hairs of her pussy were touching his hard cock. She leaned over and kissed him quickly on the lips, then moved her lips to his ear.

“Make love to me, Jean. Please!”

Her words were urgent, her breath hot in his ear. He felt her move closer and the heat from her excited pussy on his throbbing hardon was almost more than he could bear. He placed his hands under her butt and lifted her up until she was poised over his cock. She looked into his eyes and began to lower herself, both of them gasping in unison as he penetrated her hot little cunt and sank deeper into its warm wetness.

For a moment, they remained still, John’s cock buried to the hilt in her; her eyes closed and her tongue moving across her slightly parted lips. Eventually she began to move, slowly at first; a gentle rocking motion that worked her hard clit against his pelvic bone. She grasped her breasts, tugging on her nipples and moaning softly. John watched her, amazed by her intense sexuality that he never thought she possessed. She started moving faster, then began to raise up and down, his hard cock thrusting again and again into her depths. He began to rock his hips in time to her movements, thrusting upward as she pushed down. Every few pumps, she would pause and resume the rocking motion, then return to the pumping thrusts with even more vigor.

John watched as her arousal grew more intense by the second. Her chest was flushed a deep red and her hair flew as her movements increased, sometimes completely obscuring her face. She gasped, grunted and moaned as her arousal increased. She was fucking him harder; faster, until he knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold off.

“J. . . Jeannette, I . . .” he moaned, feeling his balls constrict.

“Yesss . . .” she hissed, opening her eyes and leaning down, her hands bracing on the hay by his head. She began to move even faster, as if her single purpose in life was to make him cum. Her jaw was set and her eyes burned with lust. “Give it to me, mon cherie,” she gasped. “Give it to me . . .”

Her words were the final straw. John felt his cum boiling as his orgasm began. He thrust upward, burying his cock to the hilt inside her hot little pussy. He briefly considered the consequences of cumming inside her, but it was too late to do anything to stop it now, even if he wanted to. With a loud groan, he expelled his hot seed deep inside her womb, her tight pussy milking it from deep in his balls.

She tensed when he came and he felt her pussy tighten on his spurting cock. He vaguely heard her cry out through the fog of his climax and opened his eyes to see her leaning back, her mouth open and her hands clenching her breasts. She shook and trembled, then suddenly leaned forward, bracing herself on her arms, her hair falling forward to cover her face.

They lay like that for a long moment, each panting and shuddering with occasional aftershocks after their intense simultaneous orgasms. Finally John’s cock began to shrink inside her and he slipped out, releasing a warm flood of their mixed cum. Jeannette quickly rolled off and lay on her back next to him, still panting to catch her breath.

They lay there for several minutes, neither saying anything. John was still having trouble believing what had just happened. Jeannette had never given him any indication that she was interested in him sexually, or even in a friendly matter. Just the opposite in fact. While she was always accommodating and somewhat courteous, she was never what he would call warm to him.

He turned to her and opened his mouth to ask what had prompted this little tryst when she sat up and reached for her blouse. “Genvieve will be returning soon,” she said without looking at him. She got to her feet and pulled on her bloomers, then picked up her skirt. She seemed to be in a hurry.

“Jeannette. . .” he began, but she shook her head as she refastened the buttons of her skirt and blouse.

“You are happy, no? It was pleasurable pour vous?”

He nodded, pushing himself to a sitting position, his pants still down. “Yes, of course, but. . .”

She interrupted him again. “Then there is no need for words. We are two adults who took pleasure from one another, that is all.” She turned toward the door and stopped with her hand on the latch. She spoke without looking back at him. “Do not mention this to my sister, please. She . . .she would not understand.”

“No, of course not,” he said, watching as she pulled the door open, then left him there, confused and exposed on his meager bed.

 

Chapter 5

Genvieve arrived at her special spot and sat down on the soft grass. She loved it here; it was so calm and peaceful, where the hard work of the farm and the horrors of the war could be forgotten, if only for a short while. She leaned back on her elbows and looked up at the nearly cloudless blue sky through the thick leaves of an ancient oak and let her thoughts drift back to the handsome man hiding in their barn. She’d felt a strong attraction from the moment she had first seen him, and it only grew stronger with each moment they spent together. And the brief glimpse of him shirtless had caused her heart to skip a beat. She had to have him; give herself to him completely.

She lay back on the cool grass and closed her eyes as the midday sun warmed her face. Her hand absently went to her breast and she lightly brushed along its soft curves, imagining how his touch would feel on her skin. Her nipples responded immediately, becoming rock hard and sensitive. She traced the outline of one over her thin cotton blouse, inhaling a deep breath as her fingers stimulated the sensitive nub.

Before she was conscious of what she was doing, she had two buttons undone and her fingers were pinching her nipples under her blouse, making her sigh and moan softly. She could feel her arousal growing exponentially, her thoughts on Jean and the things he could be doing to her ripe and ready young body. She felt a growing heat between her legs and reached down with her other hand to stroke her pussy over her skirt. It felt so good that she wished she was naked, masturbating until she came hard. She opened her eyes. Why not? She sat up and looked around. The little clearing was well concealed by thick brush and the sound of the water would hide any noise she may make. She smiled to herself. And it would be so naughty!

She stood up, still looking around, and began to undo her blouse. When it was completely undone, she took another cautious look around, then shrugged it off, dropping it to the grass at her feet. She closed her eyes as the warm breeze caressed her bare breasts, feeling like soft fingers gently teasing them. She was becoming highly aroused and lost in the wonderful feeling of exposing her firm young breasts and began to tug at the buttons of her skirt, suddenly anxious to finish undressing and be completely naked.

Seconds later, her skirt lay at her feet in a crumpled heap and she was bent over removing her frilly bloomers from her dainty ankles. She stood upright, the soft wind blowing her blond hair slightly. Her skin was pale in the bright sunlight, and she had never felt so free in her life. She ran her hands over the curve of her bare hips, then to the wispy blond hair that lightly covered her swollen and wet slit. It was so light and fine that it almost appeared at a glance that she had no hair at all on her pubic mound. Her fingers traced her opening and she expelled a small gasp from her slightly parted lips as she touched on her erect and sensitive little clit. She knew from past self-gratifying experiences that this was where she could derive the most pleasure from her own touch. She moaned softly as her fingers moved in a slow circle over the hard little button, causing her juices to flow even more. She gripped one of her breasts with the other hand, squeezing it roughly, then pinching her knotted nipple. Her entire body began to tingle and she found her knees becoming weak.

She opened her eyes and knelt down on the ground, the soft grass tickling her bare legs in a most tantalizing way. Then she lay down on her back, her knees up and legs spread wide. Her hand went back between her legs immediately, her fingers seeking the spot to rekindle the erotic pleasure she had initiated. She pictured Jean’s shirtless image and it only took her a few seconds to locate the sweet spot. She began to work it again, her breathing now coming in short gasps. Her other hand massaged and tugged on her firm young breasts, increasing the sensations that were growing stronger and stronger in the pit of her stomach. She pressed her finger between her outer lips, then rubbed it along the sensitive flesh inside before returning to her clit. She was almost there. What had started as a wonderful tingle was rapidly building to an immense climax. She could feel the waves of pleasure emanating from her womb outward until her fingers and toes were also tingling. With a loud cry, she came hard, her tight little ass lifting from the soft grass as her body tensed under the force of her climax. She tossed her head from side to side, whimpering and grunting in the throes of her intense self induced orgasm and she felt her virgin pussy seeping wetness onto her hand. She began to rub it with her palm until her orgasm eased and her body relaxed and settled back down on the grass, her chest flushed and heaving.

She lay there like that for what felt like a long time, letting her body slowly come down from the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced. Finally she opened her dazed eyes and stared up at the oak branches swaying gently above her. A sleepy smile came to her lips and she wondered if it was imagining it was Jean making love to her or the fact that she was completely naked and exposed outdoors that had caused such an incredible rush of pleasure. She sighed and lay a forearm over her eyes to block out the bright sunshine. Whatever it was, her orgasms were getting better every time she masturbated and she couldn’t wait to experience one at the hands of a lover.

She lay there for several more minutes before sitting up and looking around. All was as it was before, with only the regular sounds of the forest and nearby stream. She looked down at her naked body. Her grapefruit sized breasts sat firm and high on her chest and her nipples were still hard, poking out nearly a half inch from the pink circles of her areolae. She touched her pussy and gasped in shock at the still sensitive flesh. Her body was coated in a light sheen of perspiration which was starting to dry in the breeze. She looked over at the stream. There was a small pool here, maybe three or four feet deep and a refreshing dip would feel good and cool her overheated skin.

Pushing herself to her feet, she wobbled slightly on unsteady legs before regaining her balance and stepped gingerly over to the water’s edge. She stuck her toes in and sighed at the coolness of the water. It was a warm afternoon and her act of sexual stimulation had made her even hotter. She waded slowly out into the water, her eyes scanning for any indication of observers. Seeing none, she went out to the deepest part, which came just over her waist, then lowered her entire body into the cool water. It felt wonderful, instantly cooling and refreshing her. She moved to a shallower area where she could sit on a smooth rock so that just her shoulders and head were above the dark water. She rubbed between her legs, hopefully washing the scent of her sex away. She liked the smell, but didn’t want Jeannette to catch a whiff of it and suspect what she was doing.

She finished washing her pussy, then leaned her head back, soaking her long blond hair in the cool, dark water. It felt so nice on her sweaty scalp that she kept her head in the water for almost a full minute before raising her head back up. She splashed some water on her face and scrubbed it with her hands, then stood up and waded back over to the grassy bank. She lay down to let the sun and air dry her, her thoughts once again returning to Jean and wondered if he was thinking about her as well.

She awoke with a start some time later and pushed herself to a sitting position. She was still completely naked in the little clearing, her clothing lying in a crumpled heap next to her. The sun was much lower in the sky and she realized she must have dozed most of the afternoon away. She began to dress, hoping that no one happened along and saw her lying naked out here in the forest. The scandal would be enough to ruin her reputation in the village and she would never find a husband, even though she had her sights firmly set on the man in their barn. She buttoned up her blouse as she began the hike back to the farm, trying to think of a plan to get rid of Jeannette for a few hours so she could seduce the unsuspecting airman.

 

Chapter 6

John sat on a wooden crate just inside the open doors of the barn. On his knee he had spread out a topographical map of the area and was trying to concentrate on it so when it came time to escape, he would have some idea where roads, rivers, and villages were. The sun was beginning to sink a little lower and he was using the remaining light to see by.

But his thoughts kept drifting back to the encounter with the dark and mysterious Jeannette, whom he thought he had pegged as a no-nonsense type of woman who merely tolerated his intrusion because he was fighting the good fight against the Nazi invaders and helping him was the right thing to do. What had made her come to him and, without even allowing him the opportunity to properly seduce her, had stripped down and fucked him right there on the hay, then left again just as abruptly? He’d puzzled over this all afternoon and had finally come to the only logical conclusion - she recently lost her husband and, being accustomed to regular sex, simply saw an opportunity to satisfy her lust. Perhaps she was embarrassed afterward and that was the reason for her hasty departure. He’d hoped she would come back out so that they might talk about it, but she’d remained inside the little house all day and he didn’t want to risk exposing himself. She would be back sometime and they could talk then.

He straightened out the map and found the small stream he’d followed to the farm. There was a small village about five miles downstream at the fork of a larger river. He wondered if there were anyone in the French underground in the vicinity who may be able to help him safely out of the country.

He was pondering this when he caught movement in the yard in his peripheral vision. He was far enough inside that for someone to see him they would have to be close and be looking directly at him but his hand was on the butt of his gun before he even looked up. He sighed in relief and let go of the gun as he watched Genvieve walking toward the barn on her way to the house. He’d been wondering where she’d been all day and decided to ask her. He stood up and using the rail of one of the stalls, hobbled over to the open door. She noticed him and smiled, altering her course toward him.

“Bonjour, Genvieve,” he said in his best French accent, smiling at the pretty blonde.

She returned his smile, her beautiful face lighting up as she bounced over to him. “Bonjour, Jean,” she replied, stopping in front of him, her long dress swirling about her feet. “How are you feeling?” Her bright blue eyes moved down to his injured ankle then back up to his. He couldn’t help but smile even wider; her innocent and carefree demeanor was infectious. And there was something in those pretty eyes, something mischievous and even a little intoxicating.

“I . . .uh, I’m feeling better,” he managed to say. He put some weight on his ankle and took a tentative step. “See, I can almost walk on it now.”

She grinned and clapped her hands together. “Oh, Jean, c’est magnifique! That is wonderful!”

She stepped closer and hugged him and he could smell her scent even stronger, like a mix of fresh flowers, the scent of pine, and something else he couldn’t quite put his finger on. He hugged her back, his hands pressing into the small of her back and holding her firm young body tight to his. He felt a stirring between his legs at her nearness and didn’t want to let her go.

They held the embrace for maybe a little longer than was proper, as if neither wanted it to end, then she slowly pulled away. When she looked into his eyes again, her smile had disappeared and her eyes had a sad look. “But, if you are better, that means you will be leaving soon, no?”

John nodded. “Yes, I’m afraid so.”

They both stood there silently as a long moment slipped by, then Genvieve reached out and took his rough hand in her dainty one. She gave it a squeeze and offered a sad smile. “I will bring you something to eat,” she said, then slowly released his hand and turned to go to the house. He watched her go, his eyes drawn to the sway of her delicious hips under her thin skirt. He was no expert on women, but knew enough to recognize that she did not want him to go, and her eyes told him why. And deep down, he knew he could really fall hard for the sweet young French girl.

Genvieve entered the kitchen and saw her sister stirring a pot on the stove. She looked up and Genvieve sat at the table, but then went back to stirring without saying anything. Finally she turned to her little sister and sighed.

“Genvieve, I am sorry for saying those things. You are right, I have no business interfering in your life like that.” She came over to the table and stood looking down at Genvieve. “I just don’t want to see you get hurt. I love you very much and you are all I have in this world.”

Genvieve sat there quietly for a long moment, then looked up at her. “I know, Jeannette. And I am sorry, too. I must stop running off like that whenever we have a disagreement.” Jeannette pulled out the opposite chair and sat down. Genvieve continued. “But I meant what I said - I am in love with Jean, I just know it. I cannot stop thinking about him.”

Jeannette nodded. She could tell by her sister’s words and body language that she was serious. But did she know the difference between love and infatuation? She decided to avoid another argument and go along. “So, what are you going to do?”

Genvieve shook her head, her eyes welling up. “I . . .I do not know. He just told me his ankle is almost healed and I could feel my heart breaking.” She looked up, tears trickling down her apple cheeks. “I do not know what to do!” She began to cry, holding her face in her hands. Jeannette quickly got up and went to her, kneeling next to her and stroking her soft hair.

“Shhh, it will be all right. This will pass and you will fall in love again.”

Genvieve looked up, her face wet with tears. “I do not want to fall in love with someone else. I want him!” She began to sob even more and Jeannette took her hand and pulled her to her feet. They hugged for a long time, with Genvieve sobbing on her shoulder while Jeannette made soothing sounds in her ear. She suddenly felt very guilty for what she had done with him. Had she known Genvieve’s feeling for him were this strong, she would never have done it. But what was done could not be undone and she vowed never to speak of it. Of course, in a few months she may have to own up to it, but hopefully Genvieve would be over him by then.

After a few minutes, Genvieve went into the other room to freshen up and Jeannette decided to take some food out to John. She approached the barn and stepped inside. It took her eyes a moment to adjust to the dusky gloom but she eventually made out his form lying back on his blanket with his hands clasped behind his head, watching her. She took a few steps toward him and he finally spoke.

“I was wondering when you were coming back,” he said. “Would you mind explaining what that was all about earlier? You left before I had a chance to button my pants.”

Jeannette set the bundle of food down and hesitated before responding. “I did not see you putting up much resistance,” she said quietly.

He sat up suddenly. “Don’t give me that crap. You wanted it more than I did. Is this because of the way Genvieve feels about me? Are you trying to distract me from her?”

Jeannette didn’t reply for a long moment. So he was aware of Genvieve’s feelings. She met his gaze. “If you know how she feels, why did you do it?”

He sighed and shook his head. “Because I’m an idiot who doesn’t always think with his brain,” he said. Before she could reply, he looked up at her. “And you are one very beautiful woman, Jeannette. What was I supposed to do?”

His compliment threw her off guard for a second but she quickly recovered, although her tone was less accusing. “I need you to know something, but you must promise not to tell her I told you this.” He nodded. “She is convinced that she is in love with you and she knows you cannot stay here. Her heart is broken.”

John absorbed this for a moment. While he knew she was flirting with him, he had no idea her feelings were that strong. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her, but what choice did he have? She was young, and she would soon forget about him. Jeannette seemed to be waiting for him to say something. He took a deep breath and let it out. “You’re right. I’ll find some way to let her know that we can’t be together. She’s a smart girl; she’ll understand. Perhaps not right away, but she will eventually understand.”

Jeannette nodded and a faint smile came to her lips. “Thank you,” she said. She paused for a second, then spoke again. “There is someone in the village I know of who . . .” she paused again and her voice lowered, “. . .who is in the underground.” John’s head perked up. “I will go there tomorrow and see if he will help you.” She turned to go.

“Wait,” he called, stopping her. She turned around to face him. “You never did answer my question.”

Again, a short pause. “No,” she replied, shaking her head, “I did not.” She turned again and disappeared outside.

“Damn!” he breathed as he watched her go.

Genvieve was stirring the vegetable pot when Jeannette came back to the house. She looked up at her sister as she came in and busied her self dropping a load of firewood next to the stove. “I told him I would bring his food,” she said.

“I’m sorry,” Jeannette replied. “I did not know. Besides,” she added, “I needed to speak to him about something.”

Genvieve’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh?”

Jeannette looked over at her. “I am going to the village tomorrow to see if I can find someone to help him get to the coast.”

Genvieve felt like someone had punched her in the stomach. “So soon? But he is still not well enough to travel.”

Jeannette came over to her and smiled sadly, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “He cannot stay, Genvieve. The longer he is here, the more dangerous it is for him. And for us.”

Genvieve stared into the pot as she slowly stirred it. “You are right,” she finally admitted in a low voice, her eyes starting to well up. Jeannette came to her and gently rubbed her shoulders. She kissed the back of her neck then went about preparing the evening meal.

Genvieve’s mind was working overtime. If Jean could not stay, perhaps she could go with him when he left. She knew he wouldn’t even consider the possibility of taking her . . .not unless she made him fall madly in love with her. Time was short, however, and she could only think of one way to accomplish it. Tomorrow, when Jeannette was in town, she would make him fall so much in love that he wouldn’t even consider leaving her behind. A mischievous smile came to her pretty lips as she began to work out the details while she busied herself helping with dinner.

A short time later, Genvieve sat down to dinner with her sister, hoping her excitement over her plans for the following day wouldn’t show. After all, this was an event that only happened once in a girl’s life and although she was a little apprehensive about what she was going to do, at that point she was looking forward to it with great anticipation. Jeannette didn’t seem to notice anything out of the ordinary, although Genvieve became a little nervous when she said she had something they needed to discuss just before they went to bed. They sat across from one another at the table, the kerosene lamp dimly lighting the small room. Jeannette took a moment to gather her thoughts, then looked directly at her sister.

“I thought we should have a little talk,” she began, “about your . . .feelings for Jean.” Genvieve swallowed a lump in her throat, certain that Jeannette had somehow read her thoughts and knew what she was planning to do. Jeannette continued. “I will be gone for most of the day tomorrow and you will be alone with him.” She locked her eyes on Genvieve’s. “I ask that you refrain from seeing him as much as possible.” Genvieve opened her mouth to protest, but Jeannette brought up a hand to stop her from speaking. “I know, I know . . .I am asking a lot from you. I am simply looking out for your best interests . . .and your virtue.”

Genvieve slumped back in her chair and folded her arms over her breasts. “What is it you think I will do?”

Jeannette blinked slowly, taking a deep breath and letting it out before replying. “You know what I mean, Genvieve. You are a very pretty girl and I’ve seen the way he looks at you. Please promise me you won’t do something you might regret later. That is all I ask.”

Genvieve smiled to herself. If she and Jean did make love tomorrow, it certainly wasn’t something she would ever regret. She answered Jeannette honestly. “I won’t. I promise.”

Jeannette continued to study her eyes for a few seconds, then sighed and stood up. “That is all I ask. I am going to bed. Bonsoir.”

Genvieve said good night and watched as she went to her small bedroom and after another long look, closed her door softly. She stood up and went over to the curtained off corner of the main room where her cot was. The house only had two rooms so she made do with the little privacy the curtains allowed. She undressed and slipped her long nightgown on, then went over and turned off the lamp over the table. She went over to the window and looked out at the barn, wondering if he was also thinking of her. She had seen him watching her when he thought she wasn’t looking and Jeannette’s words only served to confirm her impression. He was attracted to her, there was no question. And tomorrow, he would be hers.

She stood there for some time, her mind running through different scenes of their day together. Finally, she went over and got into bed and tried to resist the urge to touch herself. Her thoughts had made her very turned on, but she wanted to wait and allow her handsome soldier to release the passion building inside her. It took a long time, but she finally drifted off to sleep.

 

Chapter 7

John awoke early the next morning, just as dawn was breaking. He heard a sound from outside and sat up, listening to the sound of approaching footsteps. He instinctively reached for his holster but already knew it would be Jeannette coming to milk the cow. The door opened a moment later and she came in, her hair once again tied up in a bun at the base of her neck. She carried two buckets; one filled with water and the other empty. She set down the bucket of water, nodded a greeting in his direction and went over to the stall to milk the cow.

John considered putting his shirt on, then changed his mind. He smoothed his hair as he heard the tell-tale sound of milk squirting into the bucket and went over to where she sat on a low stool in the early morning semi-darkness. He watched her for several minutes before speaking.

“When are you going to the village?”

She finished milking and answered before getting up. “As soon as I finish here.” She stood and turned to him, clasping the half full bucket in front of her with both hands. “If I do not return by dinner, you must take Genvieve and leave this place. Do you understand?”

He nodded, knowing full well the risks she was taking on his behalf. “I understand,” he said, studying her face in the dim light. “And I thank you for this. I know how dangerous it is.”

She nodded and started toward the door. “I will do what I can to stop the murderous . . .” She paused and he thought he heard a soft sob, but she didn’t turn around. She took a deep breath. “To stop the Nazis from hurting anyone else.” Before he could reply, she walked quickly outside and across the yard to the house. He thought about going after her. He still had some unanswered questions about her coming to him the day before, but decided to let it drop. She’d made it clear that it was a one time thing and that she had no intention of repeating it, or even discussing it further.

He sighed and went over to the bucket of water to wash. He hated to put them in this position just to save his own skin, but there was more at stake here than his or even the girls’ lives. The Allies were losing a lot of bombers and crew to the German Luftwaffe and every B17 crew member was a valuable asset. It was his sworn duty to try his best to make it back to England, whatever the cost.

A short time later he heard voices and went over to the door. His ankle was feeling much better today and he could even put a little weight on it. He saw Jeannette talking to Genvieve by the kitchen door. Genvieve nodded and stood watching as Jeannette picked up an empty burlap sack and began walking down the lane toward town. She glanced over at him briefly, but turned away almost immediately and was soon lost from sight down the tree-lined lane. Feeling eyes on him, he looked back to the house and saw Genvieve still standing at the door, her gaze fixed on him and her long hair blowing gently in the breeze. He raised a hand and smiled at her and she returned his smile, then disappeared back into the house. Sighing, he sat down on the crate and pulled out his map, trying to get her out of his mind.

Genvieve went back into the house, her heart pounding with excitement and trepidation, and slipped out of the dull gray dress and equally dull blouse she had put on earlier. She went into Jeannette’s room and opened her armoire, taking out a one piece pale yellow sundress, her nicest dress that she only wore on special occasions. She looked at herself in the mirror, wearing only her frilly bloomers. On impulse, she pulled them down and off, then slipped the sundress over her head, smoothing it over her naked body. She looked at her image in the mirror for a moment, then undid one more button to reveal the swell of her breasts. There was no way he was going to miss that hint! She fixed her hair, leaving it untied so that it fell to her shoulders and gave herself one more hard look. This was as good as it got, and she knew from his flirtatious looks that he was definitely interested. All she had to do was smile coyly and everything would fall into place.

She went back out into the main room and over to the door, pausing there for a deep calming breath, then she went out and made her way across the yard to the barn.

John looked up as she was walking across the dusty yard toward him and soon forgot about the map. She was wearing a different dress that didn’t seem as worn as her other dresses, and it wasn‘t the same one she‘d been wearing a few moments earlier. The early morning breeze pressed it against her legs, instantly giving him a very good impression of her sexy body under it. She was simply stunning in that dress and her hair shone as it blew around her face and shoulders. As she came closer, his eyes were drawn to her chest, where the curve of her firm breasts could be seen clearly where she had left the button undone. He swallowed hard, his eyes never wavering from her. She stopped in the barn door and smiled at him, leaning against the doorjamb.

“Allo, Jean,” she said in her sweet voice, her accent again making her even more alluring. “How is your ankle today?”

He hesitated before replying, unable to release his thoughts from her beautiful figure. “I . . .uh . . .better . . .much better,” he finally stammered, looking up into her angelic face and smiling awkwardly.

She came in and stopped in front of him, then knelt down on her knees, resting her hand on his knee while she pretended to examine his injured ankle. He felt an almost electric charge surge through him at her intimate touch and his cock began to grow almost immediately.

“Can you walk on it now?” she asked, looking up at him. Her hand remained on his knee.

He nodded dumbly. “A little,” he replied, trying again to smile. This was ridiculous. He felt like a nervous school boy around her. He’d had lots of girls back home and had never felt like this. Just what was she doing to him?

She smiled and it literally lit up her face. “Oh, c’est bon! I am so happy you are getting better!” She stood up and reached out for his hand. “Come. Show me!” Feeling a little self-conscious, he took her soft hand in his and allowed her to help him to his feet. He took a few steps around the barn and stopped in front of her. “Tres bien, Jean!” she cried, clapping her hands and bouncing up and down. He grinned again and tried to keep his eyes from her seductively jiggling breasts inside the loose-fitting dress. He swallowed hard and felt his cock twitch again. Did she even realize what she was doing to him?

She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him, pressing her slender young body tight against his. Hesitating for only a second, he put his arms around her waist and returned the hug. He felt her arms tighten and she nuzzled his neck. “I am so happy you are feeling better,” she whispered.

He was beginning to become more aroused by the feel of her warm, soft body against his and eased up on his embrace, hoping she would let go before his cock grew to full size and she felt it pressing into her. At the same time, holding her felt so good he didn’t want to let her go. He remembered Jeannette’s words of warning, but right now - with her in his arms - they held very little influence.

Finally, Genvieve eased her tight grip on his neck and pulled back so that her arms hung loosely over his shoulders, but kept her body close enough to his that they were only an inch or two apart. She looked up at him, her blue eyes sparkling and her perfect lips moist and oh-so-kissable. Oh, shit.

Before he even realized it was happening, he was kissing her. Their lips met and she immediately parted hers, pressing the tip of her tongue to his lips. She pulled herself tight to him as their tongues met and the kiss deepened, tongues swirling together. He caressed her back, from her shoulders down to the small of her back, then after a brief pause, lower. She responded by kissing him harder, pushing her tongue deeper into his mouth. He ran his hands over the curves of her ass, squeezing gently. Was she wearing anything under her dress? It sure didn’t feel like it! He heard her moan softly into his mouth and took that as a sign of encouragement, squeezing a little harder. He could feel her large breasts pressed against his chest and the heat from her center on his now very obvious hardon. She had to be feeling it as she ground herself against him and from the way she was acting, he wondered if she was indeed as innocent as he’d first perceived her to be.

After several minutes, they finally eased up and pulled their lips apart, but continued to hold one another close. Genvieve looked up at him, her eyes so wild that he could feel her excitement. She leaned back in and kissed him softly, allowing her lips to linger on his before pulling away.

“You do not know how I have longed to do that!” she whispered breathlessly, smiling up at him.

He returned her smile. “That was very nice, Genvieve,” he said softly. She cocked her head to one side, giving him a concerned look.

“You do not seem so happy,” she said, almost as if asking a question.

“No, no,” he replied, shaking his head, “I like this - and you - very much.” Her smile returned. “But I promised your sister . . .” She laughed.

“She told you not to do this?”

He nodded, a little confused by her light-hearted response. “Yes, she did.”

Genvieve kissed him again briefly. “She thinks I am still a little girl,” she said, grinning seductively. “Tell me, Jean . . .do I look like a little girl?” She stepped back and spun around, her dress floating up to reveal her smooth legs as high as her knees. He swallowed hard and shook his head.

“You look like a very beautiful young woman,” he said, his eyes moving up and down her firm young body before settling on hers. “How old are you, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Her gaze dropped almost unconsciously to the obvious bulge in his pants before returning to meet his. She came back to him and resumed her previous pose, her arms around his neck and her body pressed to his. “I will be nineteen in two months,” she said softly before kissing him again, once again probing at his lips with her tongue until he allowed her in. Nineteen. Plenty old enough.

They made out for a long time standing there, their hands roaming freely. He hadn’t ventured inside her dress yet, but he was certain now she wore nothing under it. That meant one thing - she wasn’t going to stop at kissing. He broke off the kiss and brought his hand to her soft cheek, stroking it gently and pushing her long hair from her face.

“Genvieve, I . . .” he began, but she stopped him with a quick kiss.

“Does your ankle feel well enough for a little walk?” she asked, resting her cheek against his chest. She could hear his heartbeat pounding almost as fast as her own.

“I think so, but I don’t know if it’s wise for me to leave the barn,” he said, stroking her silky hair. “What if a patrol stops us?”

She pulled back, shaking her head. “We can go for a walk in the woods,” she said. “They will not be there.” He shot her a dubious look. “I go there often,” she continued, “and I have never seen soldiers.” She chewed on her lower lip and played with the buttons of his shirt. “There is a place I go - a special place - that I would like to show you. It isn’t far and we can stay hidden in the forest to get there.” She turned her pretty face up to his and he felt himself giving in even faster than he thought he would. Deep down what he wanted was to carry her back to his bed and have his way with her, but something told him his first impressions were right and that she wasn’t all that experienced. Kissing was one thing, but what else had she done? Besides, how could any man not give in to her every request?

He sighed and leaned down to kiss her. “All right,” he told her, “But I need my gun, just in case.” He left her standing there and went over to where he’d left his belt and pistol. As he strapped it on (taking the opportunity to reposition his throbbing cock so he would be able to walk easier), he looked over at her still standing in the doorway. The bright sunlight behind her left her figure almost in silhouette, with the light showing the shape of her sexy body through the flimsy fabric and creating an almost halo effect around her head. A sexy body he was certain he was going to have the opportunity to explore intimately.

He went back over to where she stood and she reached out for his hand. Taking her hand, they walked cautiously out of the barn, then around the side and into the woods. Once in the cover of the trees, she pulled him to her and kissed him again. “I am so happy, Jean.” He didn’t know what to say so he just smiled and squeezed her hand. She smiled back and leaned against him, the warmth of her body penetrating through the wool pants he wore.

They began to walk slowly toward the stream, talking quietly about little things couples talk about when they’re first getting to know one another. At a lull in the conversation, Genvieve looked up at him. “Do you have a girl back in America?” she asked suddenly.

He stopped and looked over at her. “No, of course not,” he replied with a smile.

She seemed relieved and leaned against him, putting her arm around his waist. “That is good. I do not like to share.”

Share? Was she thinking this was going somewhere? Suddenly he was conflicted. He truly did like her - no girl had ever made him feel the way she did. Her beauty was obvious and she had a wonderful personality. But, she was a French citizen in occupied France. There seemed to be no way to continue any relationship they might form until the war ended. And that could be many years down the road.

“Genvieve,” he began, but she broke away from him and ran a few yards ahead, stopping at what appeared to be a thick bramble of trees and bushes.

“We are here!” she exclaimed and stood waiting as he limped over. She reached into the bushes and parted them. “Come!” she said, looking back over her shoulder as she pushed through them. He lost her for a brief moment as the branches and brush fell back into place behind her, but he pushed through and emerged into a small clearing on the bank of the stream with a soft grassy floor and equally thick brush on all sides. She stood in the middle, watching his reaction. “So . . .it is nice, n’est pas?”

He took it all in and smiled at her. “It’s beautiful,” he said, hobbling over to her. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him again, her passion even stronger than before.

When she finally released his lips, leaving them both breathless, she looked up at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “I come here often. It is so peaceful and quiet.” She grinned. “But I have one rule here.” He gave her a little smile and a questioning look. She laughed and wagged her finger at him teasingly. “No clothes allowed!”

He chuckled, believing she was teasing him. Then she took a step back and her expression changed from playfully teasing to seriously seductive, mixed with a hint of innocence and fear. Her hands went to the buttons of her dress and she began to slowly undo them. He swallowed hard, unable to pull his eyes from her as more and more of her milky breasts were exposed to him. When all the buttons were undone, she reached behind her back and untied her belt, then crossed her arms over her breast to keep it from falling to her feet. Her eyes met his and he could see the trepidation and nervousness in them. It was now obvious to him this was all new territory for her and he felt a pang of guilt.

They stood like that for a long moment until she said in a low voice, “You too, mon amore.”

He simply stared at her, amazed at how quickly she had transformed from a sexy seductress back into to a scared little girl. “Genvieve, are you sure you want to do this?”

Her face dropped and he could see her lip trembling. “You . . .you do not like me?”

He went over to her, shaking his head. “No, no . . .I like you very much, but are you ready for this?”

The fear drained from her face and she smiled. “Oui, Jean. I am ready. I knew from the first time I saw you.” She took one hand from her dress and placed it on his cheek, causing the pale yellow cloth to sag a little and expose the nipple of one breast. “I knew the first time I saw you that I . . .I loved you.”

The last words were barely a whisper, but she could have knocked him over with a soft breath. He had unmistakably strong feelings for her, like no other woman before. But was it love? Maybe. He’d never been in love before so he couldn’t be sure. And he’d witnessed plenty of quick love affairs and marriages back in England before soldiers shipped out. One thing he was sure of was that leaving her here to return to England would be absolutely heart-wrenching.

She took a step back, slowly lowering her hand from his cheek, and stood watching him for a moment. Then she smiled nervously and released her dress, letting it fall to the grass at her feet and leaving her completely naked. She looked up at him and whispered, “Make love to me, Jean. Teach me, my love.”

For a moment, he could only stare. Her body was amazing; absolutely perfect. He let his eyes slowly drink her in, from the smooth curves of her firm breasts down over her flat stomach to the sparse blonde hairs on her swollen pussy, then down those long, slender legs and back up again. He met her eyes and let out a low whistle. “Wow,” he breathed. She smiled at him, her hands moving uncertainly from her hips to her breasts, then dropping to her sides.

“So, I please you?” she asked, looking down at her nude form before turning her gaze back to him.

He was almost speechless and only managed a quiet, “Yeah” accompanied by an approving nod.

Her smile grew, then her expression became more serious. “Now you,” she said, gesturing toward him.

He smiled and nodded, then kicked off his boots and began to fumble with the buttons of his shirt. His hands were shaking so badly it took him longer than usual but once undone, he quickly stripped it off. Genvieve stared at his bare chest as he worked on his pants, then her eyes dropped to his groin when he tugged his pants down. She was a little disappointed to see that he wasn’t naked under his pants but was wearing a pair of khaki boxers. Her eyes locked on the now even more prominent bulge going down his left leg. She swallowed hard. She knew it would be bigger than that of the ten year old she had dared to show her his all those years ago, but this was way more than she had expected.

She watched as he removed the pants and tossed them aside, then reached for the waistband of the boxers. She licked her lips as he began to lower them, her eyes growing wide as his thick, hard cock came into view, standing straight out once he had them completely off. He stood before her, as naked as she, and allowed her to study him. His cock was harder than he could ever remember it being before and he wondered it the size would frighten her. After all, she had never seen one before, at least to his knowledge.

Finally she looked up to meet his eyes and he smiled at her, then reached out a hand. Until now, he had allowed her to take control, but he knew he would have to take the initiative to get the ball rolling. She hesitated, then took a step toward him, reaching out for his hand. Her eyes alternated between his face and his hard cock and as she came closer, she became aware of a musky scent that seemed to excite her even more. He took her hand in his and pulled her close until his cock was touching her thigh. She could feel the soft tip smearing a sticky wetness on her skin as it slid up her leg to her stomach and she supposed that men became wet when aroused like women did. She was surprised at how soft it felt, almost like velvet. He took her chin in his free hand and tilted her face up to his.

“Would you like to touch it?” he asked softly, his eyes searching hers. She realized that she did want to touch it and nodded. He moved the hand he was holding down between them and released it next to his throbbing meat. “Touch me, darling. Please.”

She looked down and saw her hand only inches from his shaft. Cautiously, she extended a finger and touched it. He smiled. “Don’t be afraid.” He placed his hand on hers and guided it to the hard shaft. She allowed her fingers to curl naturally around it, amazed at its hardness. He lifted her face back up to his. “Stroke it.” She looked puzzled for a second, then he began to move back and forth until she caught on to what he wanted. She began to move her hand back and forth on it and he smiled at her. “That’s it, just like that.” He closed his eyes as she began to get the hang of it. “Mmmm . . .that feels good, Genvieve.”

She kept pumping him, watching his facial expression. It was turning her on knowing she was giving him pleasure by this simple act. When he pulled her to him and kissed her, the feeling was almost electric. She had never imagined it would feel like this and she began to relax a little as she became more acquainted with his body. As the kiss continued, he rested a hand on her waist, then slowly moved it up until he was able to cup her breast. She moaned softly at his touch, then gasped into his mouth as his fingers found her hard and sensitive nipple and began to tease it. She felt a damp warmth between her legs and imagined what it would feel like to have him touch her there. She was sure she would explode almost immediately if he did!

John was thoroughly enjoying Genvieve’s first ever hand job and wondered if he should let her pump him until he came so she would be able to see what it was like. She had him so turned on he was positive he would soon be hard again, if he even went soft at all. Yes, that might be a good idea, but they needed to change positions so she would be able to see clearly.

He broke off the kiss and smiled at her. “Let’s lie down,” he suggested. She nodded and stood aside while he sat down on the soft grass, then lay back, motioning for her to sit as well. “Come,” he said and she laid down next to him. They kissed briefly, then he indicated for her to continue her hand job. She immediately gripped his cock and resumed pumping it.

“This is easier,” she told him, meaning the better position.

He nodded, stroking her hair. “It feels so good. I want you to make me cum, Genvieve. So you can see what it’s like.”

Her eyebrows knitted, then she nodded. “It will feel good for you to . . .cum?” she asked. Her innocence in these matters was even more of a turn-on for him.

“Oh, yes. Very good,” he replied. “It will be a little messy, but I want you to see.”

“Messy?” She gave him a puzzled look.

He chuckled. “You’ll see!”

She continued to stroke him while he gave her instructions on different techniques, explaining to her that his balls were also very sensitive and that she could squeeze them, but not too hard. She was really getting into it and it felt great, but after about ten minutes it was clear that she was becoming impatient.

“Will it happen soon?” she asked.

“Sometimes it takes a while doing it this way,” he explained.

“This way? You mean there is another way?” She stared at him, her hand never stopping its pumping motion.

“Well, yes,” he said, wondering if the time was right to tell her about oral sex. “But I don’t know if you’ll want to do it.”

She pouted. “Will it make you feel good? Make you . . .how do you say . . .cum?”

He nodded. “Oh, yes. It will make me cum and it will feel wonderful!”

She shot him a determined look. “Well then, tell me so I can do it!”

“You may not like it,” he warned, watching her closely.

“Pffft, I do not care! If it gives you pleasure, I will like it!” she exclaimed matter-of-factly.

He pulled her mouth to his and kissed her. “Ok, I’ll tell you.” She waited expectantly for him to continue. “It’s called a blow-job. Oral sex.” Her expression told him she had no idea what he was talking about, probably in no small part due to the language barrier. He decided he would have to tell her plainly. “It means that you . . .put it in your mouth and suck on it.”

Her hand stopped moving and she stared at him, her mouth open. “Wh . . .what?”

He shrugged. “You put it in your mouth and suck on it,” he repeated.

She looked down at his cock in her hand, then back up to him, her look not one of disgust, but disbelief mixed with curiosity. “You are joking, non? Teasing me because I do not know of these things?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “No, Genvieve, I’m serious. And I’ll do it to you, too, if you’ll let me.”

She continued to look at him as if making sure he was telling the truth. “You are serious? You want me to put it into my mouth and suck?” He nodded. “And you put your mouth on my . . .” She gestured to her pussy.

Again, he nodded. “Yes, absolutely.”

She seemed to consider this and her hand began its slow stroke once again. After a moment she nodded. “Ok, I will do it.”

She slid down until her head was by his groin and looked back up at him. He nodded and she looked over at his hard cock in her small hand. She could do this. She moved closer, the engorged purple head glistening with his musky secretions. She brought her mouth to the tip and slowly placed her lips on it, then pulled them off, licking the precum from them. She tasted it, then looked up at him and gave a smile. “It is not so bad.”

She turned her attention back to the throbbing purple head, her hand still holding the shaft. Taking a deep breath, she placed her lips on it again, then parted them and pushed the tip into her mouth. John moaned and that encouraged her to take more if it in. He groaned louder and she felt his hand on the back of her head, gently urging her down further. She took in as much as she could, until it reached the back of her tongue and she began to gag. He let up on her head and she pulled it from her mouth, coughing softly.

“Don’t try to take too much at first,” he explained. “Just take what you’re comfortable with and move up and own.”

She nodded and leaned over to take him in again, this time not going as deep. She began to bob her head up and down, feeling his hard shaft slipping between her lips - in and out. He began to moan almost non-stop and that made her want to do it even better. She increased her speed and began to move her tongue over him as she sucked hard. The taste of his pre-cum was becoming stronger, filling her mouth and making her even hornier. He began to gasp, his hips jerking upward.

“Genvieve!” he gasped, “I’m going to . . .cum!”

Thinking he meant for her to increase her tempo, she began to move even faster, sucking hard on him. His moans and bodily twitches were making her so hot she felt like she might cum too.

“Oh, god!” he moaned, “Genvieve . . .if you don’t . . .ahhhhhhhhHHH!”

Suddenly his body tensed and her mouth was filled with a thick, warm, salty substance. She pulled free, coughing as it ran over her lips and dripped to his stomach. She jerked her head back and watched as more of the milky white substance shot out of the small hole in the tip of John’s cock for several seconds until his body relaxed and he settled back to the grass, his chest heaving.

Some of his ejaculate had gone down her throat but she spat out the remainder of the semi-liquid excretion, still unsure of what just happened, and wiped it from her lips and chin. “What was that?” she asked, a shocked expression on her face.

He looked up at her. “Genvieve, I’m so sorry! I tried to warn you, but it was too late.”

She looked down at the stuff pooling around the base of his cock. “What is this . . .stuff?”

He smiled and sat up. “Remember I said it would be messy?” She nodded, then gave him a curious look.

“You mean, every time you have orgasm, this happens?”

He nodded, grinning as he reached out to wipe a gob she missed from her cheek. “Yes, that’s sperm, or cum.”

She looked down at it again, then shrugged. “Ok, I understand now.”

Now it was his turn to be shocked. “You mean you aren’t upset?”

“Upset? Why?”

“Because I came in your mouth!”

She shrugged. “It was not so bad. And it felt good for you, yes?”

He stared at her in shocked amazement for a few seconds, then laughed. “Hell, yes! It felt great!”

She smiled. “Then I am not upset. I am happy!”

He pulled her to him, kissing her deeply, her lips and tongue still coated with his cum. He didn’t care; she was happy to give him an amazing blow-job and didn’t complain when he came in her mouth, so he wasn’t going to be squeamish about kissing her afterward. She melted against him, her breasts pressing against his chest and her hot pussy clamping against his bare thigh. His hands moved along her back as they kissed hungrily, softly caressing her delicate skin with his fingers and feeling her shiver under his tender touch. After a long satisfying kiss, he smiled at her and brushed a long strand of blonde hair from her face.

“Now, my darling, it’s your turn,” he said in a soft whisper.

She returned his smile a little apprehensively, then kissed him again. “Please be gentle,” she said.

He rolled her over onto her back and smiled down into her beautiful face, her long hair fanning out on the grass around her head. He brought a hand to her cheek, then let it slide lower to her upper chest, all the while keeping his eyes locked on hers. When he moved down and ran his fingers over the silky smooth skin of her breast, her breathing became short. When he brushed her hard nipple, she let out a low moan and closed her eyes. He began to move his fingers in a circle around her engorged nipple, then pinched it gently. She cried out softly and bit her lower lip. When she opened her eyes again, they were alive with passion. He cupped her breast, squeezing the pliable flesh, then leaned in and kissed her lips before moving along her jaw line to her neck. She sighed and tilted her head back, obviously enjoying his erotic foreplay. He kissed along her collar bone, then lower, moving from one heaving breast to the other as his mouth crept closer to her sensitive little nubs.

When he reached one of them, he looked up at her and flicked out his tongue, flicking it lightly over the hard knotted nub of pink flesh. She cried out and pushed upward as if to force her breast into his mouth. Feeling playful, he backed away, then moved over to the other breast, repeating his actions. This time her cry was louder, more urgent, and he felt her hand on the back of his head, urging him to suckle her engorged pink nipple.

John needed no encouragement. He was enjoying teasing her, reveling in her discovery of the carnal delights he was inflicting on her young body. But the time had come to let her have a taste of the pleasures he knew she needed, and that he longed to give her.

His lips closed around the stiff knot and he lightly nibbled on it while sucking hard. She gasped and cried out, her back arching upward. He continued to squeeze her other ripe, full breast while he devoured the other, then switched after several moments of delicious ecstasy. She writhed under him, whispering his name in gasping breaths between muttered words of delight. If her breasts were this sensitive, he couldn’t imagine her reaction when he moved his oral attentions lower.

Hardly able to contain himself any longer, he released her tender nipples and kissed her breasts, then down across her stomach. She ceased her squirming but continued to sigh and caress his hair as he moved lower and lower. Just as he reached her mound with its curly blonde hairs, he skipped over her warm pussy and moved to the pale white skin of her inner thighs, kissing each one alternately while moving back toward the sweet moistness of her swollen labia. She moaned and rocked her hips, impatiently trying to get him to give her the touch she needed so badly.

Finally, he was poised over her quivering pussy, breathing in the sweet scent of her virginal juices. Her hand was pushing on his head. “Please, Jean, do not tease me further,” she whispered huskily. He blew a soft breath over her slick lips and she gasped, jerking her hips. He smiled, then stuck out his tongue and very lightly ran the very tip of it along her slit, not quite parting her lips. She moaned louder and pressed down more firmly on his head, but he resisted. “Jean!” she gasped. “Oooo . . .c’est bon, c’est tres bon!” He grinned and did it again, this time applying just enough pressure to part her lips open slightly. She groaned and writhed under him even more.

Again and again, he did this, each time going a little deeper. It was difficult not to plunge his tongue all the way in and suck her sweet nectar, but building up her anticipation was almost as delicious as he knew she would taste. When she was practically begging him not to stop, he reached up and tugged back the little hood over her clit. He could see the little red organ standing straight up, almost like a miniature cock. Looking up to her face, he pressed his tongue to the sensitive little sex organ and moved it slowly in a circle.

Genvieve’s reaction surprised him. She literally squealed and thrust her hips upward, momentarily causing him to lose his grip on her mons and letting the hood slip back into place.

“Oh, Jean, q’est que tu fait a mois? What are you doing to me?” She spread her legs even wider and pushed his face back between them. “Please, do it again!”

He was way ahead of her and before the words had left her mouth, he had her clit exposed again and was going back in for another taste, this time more prepared for her reaction. When he touched her clit again, she reacted with another powerful thrust and groan, but he held on, moving his tongue in circles over her highly stimulated organ. She began to moan steadily, her body twisting and jerking under him. He knew it wouldn’t be long before she came, and it was going to be a good one.

Genvieve couldn’t believe the incredible sensations he was creating in her. When he sucked on her nipples, she was amazed at how good it had felt. Then his tongue teasing her virgin slit had surpassed that. But when he touched his tongue . . .there, on that spot she knew well from her masturbation session, it was like her best orgasm tenfold. Her whole body tingled and she couldn’t have imagined anything ever feeling so good. He began to rub his finger along her well lubricated lips while his tongue continued its assault on her clit. She could feel her orgasm building and knew it would only be a matter of seconds before she climaxed.

“Jean, I . . .ohhhhh . . .I think . . .ahhhhh . . .Oooooooooh . . .”

Suddenly, her body went stiff and her back arched off the grass so only her shoulders and feet were still on the ground. His hands went under her firm buttocks and he buried his face in her hot wetness. A low groan came from somewhere deep in her throat and he could feel her pussy spasming and clamping down as her orgasm peaked and exploded. She let out a long wail, her body twitching uncontrollably as he fought to maintain his tongue in place on her clit. She was bucking madly, her hands suddenly pushing him away instead of holding him close. He didn’t want to stop; her juices were flowing and he was lapping up her sweet honey as if he were a starving man given the sweetest treat.

“Jean, please . . .it is too much!” she gasped. Realizing that she was experiencing a pleasure overload, he reluctantly lifted his head from her spasming cunt and watched as she shook and quivered in the aftershocks of a very intense orgasm. Her face and chest were flushed a deep crimson red and her chest rose and fell as if she had just performed some act of extreme physical activity.

He crawled up and took her in his arms, pulling her warm body to his. She wrapped her arms around him tightly and entwined her legs in his, burying her head in his shoulder. They lay like that for several minutes until her heart rate eased and she loosened her grip enough to look up and kiss him softly.

“Oh, Jean! That was . . .encroyable! Amazing!”

He hugged her tight and returned her kiss lovingly. “I’m happy you enjoyed it, my dear. I have many other delights to show you, if you will allow it.”

She looked up at him, her blue eyes as round as saucers. “More?! Oh, my love, I do not think I could stand any more!”

He chuckled softly and kissed her forehead. “We shall see, my darling, we shall see.”

They lay there in the warm sunshine, talking and caressing one another. When John began to touch her breasts again, his fingers lightly twisting her hard nipples, Genvieve moaned and lay back, leaving him free reign over her over-stimulated young body. His fingers felt like feathers on her sensitive skin, causing shivers of delight to course through her. She had never imagined a man’s touch would have this effect on her and she loved it! He began to squeeze her full tits, only increasing her pleasure.

Very slowly, one hand slid down over her firm stomach to the sparse hair covering her mons. She moaned again and opened her legs, encouraging him to touch her most private area. Her lips parted in a low gasp as his fingers slid along her wet slit, then inside her swollen lips. He began to stroke her pussy slowly, bringing his finger up to her clit and circling it. She gasped and involuntarily lifted her hips, trying to force him in deeper. Not wanting to pop her cherry this way, John eased up, aware that any sudden movement on her part might result in ripping her hymen, something he didn’t want to do with his finger. She began rotating her hips, trying to work his fingers deeper into her needy pussy, but he pulled his hand away.

He leaned over her and she opened her eyes, a look of confusion on her lovely flushed face. “Why did you stop, mon cherie? It feels so good!”

He smiled and brought his finger to her lips, rubbing her wetness across them. Genvieve appeared confused at first, then slowly opened her mouth and took his finger in, tasting herself. John’s face broke out into a wide grin as she sucked harder on his finger, cleaning all of her sweet juices from it.

“That is so sexy!” he breathed as he pulled it from her rosy lips. She smiled up at him and her tongue licked across her lips, picking up all of her cum he had deposited there. He grinned again. “You like that, huh?”

She giggled and nodded, reaching up to pull his face to hers. They kissed hard and deep, their tongues exploring. By this time, John had fully recovered and his hard cock was pressing against her thigh. Continuing the passionate kiss, he rolled over on top of her and poised there with the tip of his cock at the entrance to her virgin hole.

They broke off the kiss and stared into one another’s eyes for a long moment, then she smiled nervously and nodded slightly. John leaned down and kissed her again as he slid the soft tip of his hard cock along her wet slit. She broke off the kiss and pulled his head down, burying her face in his shoulder. He pushed a little harder and for a moment nothing happened. Then she felt herself stretching, opening wider and the tip of his member began to enter her. Before he had gone very far, she felt a sharp pain as he reached her barrier, then pushed through. She cried out, her arms around his neck holding him tight. He paused, waiting for her grip to loosen. When it finally did, he lifted his head up and looked down into her eyes. They were wet and he felt an instant of regret for hurting her. Then she forced a smile.

“It is ok, I am fine,” she whispered. “Do not stop. Please.”

He gave her an ‘are you sure?’ look and she nodded. He could feel her moving under him as if trying to get him moving and pushed in a little further. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, but made no sound. A little deeper and she made a small mewling noise, but when he paused again she immediately pushed upward. He continued his conquest, pushing in slowly until he had about five inches in her and he felt her tense up. Not wanting to hurt her any more than necessary, he withdrew, then pushed back in to the same depth. She grunted and opened her eyes as he did it again and again, each time feeling her relax and accept him more easily. Their eyes locked and he could read her passion in her beautiful blue eyes, her hair glowing in the midday sun on the grass.

He began to go a little deeper, doing several strokes, then deeper again, a little at a time until his entire length was inside her tight, wet pussy. He could feel her vaginal muscles clenching his cock as if trying to milk the cum from his balls. If he hadn’t gotten off from her blowjob earlier, he knew he wouldn’t have lasted this long. As he stared into her pretty face, watching the anguish and pain change to pleasure and lust, he wondered if there was any way she could return to England with him, then back to Canada after the war. Jeannette as well. Whatever happened, he knew he was falling hard for this passionate French girl, and he didn’t want to lose her.

As their lovemaking became more animated, Genvieve began to respond with more passion. She thrust upward hard against his downward thrusts, their bodies slapping together. She held tight to him, her fingers clawing at his back as his hard shaft plunged again and again into her velvet sheath. She began to grunt and make little noises, once again pulling him close. He felt her hot breath in his ear.

“Oui, oui, Jean . . .mon dieu! Do not stop!” she gasped.

Eager to please her, he continued to pound at her nubile young body until he felt himself nearing the point of no return, then eased off, allowing him to regain control and for both of them to catch their breath. This was so good he wanted to make it last as long as possible. Genvieve smiled up at him, grimacing as he slowly pushed all the way into her. But this time it was a grimace of pure pleasure; no pain was evident in her sexy blue eyes.

“Are you all right?” he asked, brushing the hair from her flushed face, damp with perspiration.

She nodded. “Oh, yes, my love. I am very all right!” As if to emphasize her point, she wrapped her legs around him and held him in place. He could feel her strong vaginal muscles contracting on his cock and he smiled at her.

“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” he asked with a grin.

She giggled and nodded, then released her legs and rolled over so that she sat astride of him, his cock still buried to the hilt in her tight cunt. “I am enjoying you very much,” she replied with a mischievous grin, then leaned down so that her large breasts swung over his face.

He leaned up and took one of her engorged nipples between his lips and began to suck and nibble on it as she started to move, rocking back and forth on his stiff prick. She moaned and ground her pussy down harder, rubbing her hard clit against the base of his shaft. She sat up and leaned back, bracing her arms on his legs, her large breasts pointing upward as she began to move up and down. He matched her movements, unable to take his eyes from this unbelievably sexy and beautiful girl who was riding him for all she was worth. He drove hard into her and she bounced up and down with equal force, her tits bouncing and quivering. He watched her face, the unmistakable glow of sexual ecstasy etched in her features.

After a few moments she began to move with more urgency and her breathing became ragged. She leaned forward, placing a hand on either side of his head and humping him faster than ever. Her jaw was set and her eyes had a look of wild sexual desire like he had never seen before. She moved up and down, then rocked back and forth; changing up her movements to get the most pleasure. Whatever she did was fine with him - it all felt incredible. He knew that she was nearing an orgasm and that it was going to be a powerful one. He was close himself and hoped he could withstand her sensual movements long enough to cum with her. As had happened with Jeannette, somewhere in the back of his mind he once again considered the consequences of depositing his hot load deep in her tight, wet pussy, but there was no way he was stopping now.

Genvieve was in a state of sexual bliss. Once past the initial pain of his entry and the taking of her virginity, her pleasure began to grow exponentially. The feel of his hard cock deep inside her womb was like nothing she had ever imagined and she didn’t want the feeling to end. When she rolled on top and began to take control, her pleasure multiplied again. The combination of his cock touching on some wonderful spot inside her, then rubbing her clit against it, was almost too much pleasure to bear. She felt the orgasm building higher and higher and knew it was going to be like no other she had ever given herself.

She began to sense her climax approaching and drove down harder, pumping his cock for all it was worth. She grit her teeth together and heard a low moan start to develop into a louder cry and felt her muscles tense. She realized the cry was coming from her own lips just as she peaked and a rush of wonderful sensations filled her body, causing her vision to blur and her body to tense. Time seemed to slow as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washed through her. She was aware she was still screaming out, but could do nothing to stop herself. It was as if something had taken over her body and was filling her with the most intense pleasure she had ever experienced. She cried out again and again, jerking spastically on him for what seemed a long time before she began to calm and her shudders became less frequent as her orgasm finally began to ease.

John could only watch in rapt amazement as this beautiful girl fucked him nearly senseless. He could feel his balls constrict just as she began to wail, low at first, then as her body stiffened and she threw her head back, he felt himself losing it and his cum exploded, filling her spasming pussy with hot cum as she began to scream out louder, her body tensing and jerking on top of him. He held himself deep inside her as load after load of thick semen was pumped in her tight hole. He seemed to go on forever, his body electrified with one of the most intense orgasm he’d ever experienced. When he finally finished and began to come down from the sexual buzz, he felt a warm wetness on his pelvis and knew it couldn’t be all his.

When she finally opened her eyes, her chest and face were again flushed a crimson red and her chest heaved as she fought to regain her breath. For a long moment neither spoke as they lay together panting in the afterglow of their simultaneous orgasms. Eventually John reached up and lay a gentle hand on her flushed cheek. She opened her eyes and looked down at him, a dreamy smile on her full lips.

“Hey,” he said softly, returning her smile.

She closed her eyes again and inhaled deeply, then looked down at him and grinned. She leaned down and planted a lingering kiss on his lips. “Oh, Jean,” she whispered, her face almost touching his. “I . . .I cannot find the words . . .” She adjusted her body and his softening member slipped from her dripping pussy, releasing a gush of their combined cum. She frowned. “Oh, no!” She looked down at him, a disappointed look on her face. “You fell out!”

He chuckled and pulled her to him, embracing her in a warm kiss. When the kiss ended, she slid off and lay with one leg over his, her full breasts against his torso and her hand tracing through his scant chest hair. They lay like that in silence - a comfortable silence, each still basking in the hazy afterglow of the amazing sex. Finally Genvieve spoke.

“Is it always like that?” she asked, wondering why no one told her that it was like this. Of course, she had a feeling that sex would feel good, but this good?

John chuckled again, hugging her tighter. “I don’t think so, honey. At least not that I’ve experienced.”

Genvieve was silent for a moment before speaking. “So, I am not . . .your first?”

John felt her backing him into a corner and he paused before responding. “I won’t lie to you, Genvieve. No, you’re not. There was this girl before I shipped out . . .”

She cut him off before he could finish. “I do not want to know about her,” she said, not in anger, but as a statement of fact. She hugged him closer. “You are mine now . . .and I am yours. That is all that matters.”

John was silent. Of course he wanted to stay with her, but was that even possible? His long silence caused Genvieve to raise her head and look at him, a trace of fear in her eyes.

“Jean?” He looked up into her beautiful features, framed by her golden blonde hair in the sunshine that filtered through the leaves. “Do you not want me anymore?” He could see her lower lip start to tremble and quickly took her hand and kissed it.

“Of course I still want you, darling! More than ever!” She seemed to brighten a bit but she could sense a ‘but’ coming. He continued. “It’s the war . . .I just don’t see how we can be together. I’m needed in England. I can’t stay here with you.” He didn’t want to mention his thoughts about finding a way to get them out of the country with her because it seemed to be too much of a long shot. Hell, even his chances of escaping alone were very low. “Besides, if you and Jeannette were caught hiding a Canadian soldier . . .” He left the thought unfinished, there was no need to explain the consequences to her.

She lay back on the grass, her hands slowly tracing her bare breasts. John laced his fingers behind his head and lay there thinking. If Jeannette’s contact in the village was successful, they would probably arrange for him to be picked up by a Lysander, a lightweight aircraft that proved invaluable for sneaking behind enemy lines and picking up or dropping off personnel and supplies. They needed very little room to take off and land and an experienced pilot could put one down in almost any field. There was very little room in the small plane, but if they carried no baggage, they could all squeeze in. It would be a risky operation, but the RAF needed every pilot they could get and one with his combat experience would be worth the risk. He decided it would be best to wait until Jeannette returned to bring it up.

After a few minutes, Genvieve sat up and looked around. “Did you hear something?”

John sat up, his ears straining to hear over the brook a few yards away. At first he heard nothing, then his ears picked up on a low rumble. It took a moment for the sound to register, but when it did, he sat bolt upright and began reaching for his clothes.

“That’s some kind of motorized vehicle,” he said. In occupied France, fuel was strictly rationed and very few people had driving privileges - such as doctors or the puppet French gendarmes. And of course, the Germans. They both began to dress quickly as the sound became louder and he could make out at least two different engine sounds. Definitely on the road to the farm, and he couldn’t think of any reason for a doctor to be making a house call. This was bad - very bad. Genvieve knew this and to her credit she remained reasonably calm, slipping her dress back on and waiting quietly for him to finish sressing. When he went to her and took her hand, he could see the fear in her eyes. He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze and they set off toward the farm.

 

Chapter 8

John followed Genvieve through the woods, each trying to make as little noise as possible as they approached the edge of the trees near overlooking the yard between the barn and the house. As he parted the bushes slightly, his heart nearly stopped when he saw two German Kubelwagen vehicles parked in the yard. Two German soldiers stood by one, smoking and talking while they lazily scanned the surrounding buildings and trees, their rifles leaning against the front bumper.

A quiet gasp from Genvieve told him without looking at her that she had also surveyed the scene. He turned to her and they knelt behind the bushes.

“I do not see Jeannette,” she whispered. “Perhaps she is still in the village!”

John nodded, but didn’t believe that was the case. For one thing, there were two of the German equivalent to the Allie’s Jeep in the yard and only two soldiers visible. Someone was in the house or barn. And unless Jeannette had been caught trying to contact the underground, why would they come out here? He moved closer to Genvieve.

“Stay here and stay quiet,” he whispered. “I’m going to see if I can see anyone else.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but he silenced her with a finger to her lips. She closed her mouth and looked at him, her look reminding him of a scared little girl. He took out his 45 and made sure there was a shell in the chamber, then handed it to her. “Do you know how to use one of these?” She shook her head and shied away from it. He took her hand and pressed into hers, then pointed to the safety. “All you have to do is push this . . .” He slid it to the fire position. “. . .and pull the trigger. It has nine shots. Do you understand?” She looked at the gun blankly then back to him. “Genvieve, this is important. Do you understand?” She nodded. He slid the safety back on, then grasped her shoulders. “If they catch me, stay hidden. If they come for you, don’t hesitate to shoot. Ok?” She nodded, her face a mask of dread and fear.

He turned back to the bushes and looked out again, then froze. Another German, this one wearing the black uniform of the SS, was coming out of the farm house. Another German soldier came out with him, pushing a very bedraggled looking Jeannette in front of him. Her hair was a mess and it appeared her hands were tied behind her back. She stumbled across the dusty yard until the SS officer stopped by the well and turned to her. He began to speak to her in French, but Massey’s rudimentary training wasn’t good enough for him to understand. He did hear ‘Americaine’ and realized they must have found out he was here. He felt Genvieve move up next to him, also listening. After a moment, she turned to him, her face white.

“Th . . .they know you are here! There must be collaborators in the village Oh, mon dieu! Poor Jeannette! We must save her!”

He nodded, his attention on the scene before him. The SS officer was speaking to Jeannette, his voice becoming louder and angrier. She stood with her head high, shaking her head and replying in a low voice.

Suddenly, he slapped her hard across the face and she fell to her knees. He grabbed her by her blouse and pulled her back to her feet, tearing it open in the process, leaving her breasts fully exposed. This got the soldier’s full attention and they began to watch the interrogation with more interest.

As they watched the terrifying scene, Genvieve turned away and embraced him, her face buried in his chest, sobbing quietly. He held her close, wondering if there was any way to rescue Jeannette. But he already knew the answer.

He watched as the SS officer screamed at her. She said nothing, her head bowed. Finally, he grabbed her by the arm and shoved her into one of the vehicles. He barked orders to two of the soldiers, then climbed into the back of the vehicle with Jeannette while the third soldier got behind the wheel. They began a slow circle of the yard with Jeannette sitting sullenly in the back, her bound hands leaving her unable to cover herself. As they passed the area where John and Genvieve stood hidden, she slowly turned her head and seemed to look straight at him for a brief second, then she was gone.

He eased Genvieve back and when she looked up at him hopefully, he could only shake his head sadly. Tears streamed from her eyes and ran down her cheek and he wondered if she now hated him for bringing this trouble to them. But she embraced him again, her small body shaking from her sobs.

“Oh, Jean!” she cried, “What will we do now?”

He held her until her sobs subsided, keeping a keen eye on the soldiers that remained on guard in the yard. He knew they were simply there to keep a presence and that more Germans would be arriving soon to do a more thorough search. They would find his uniform and supplies and would scour the countryside until they found him. They had no choice.

“We go,” he said matter-of-factly. “We go to England. Immediately.”

He loosened his hold and she looked up at him, then nodded. “Yes,” was all she said. He took her hand and they began moving through the trees, heading north toward Calais, and freedom.

 

Epilogue

May, 1945

Captain John Massey rolled to a stop at the dusty four corners and looked up at the simple wooden signpost, then at his map. He spun the wheel to the left and the battered Jeep kicked up dust as he drove as fast as he dared down the narrow, twisting dirt road. He was apprehensive about coming back here, but he promised Genvieve he would check the farm.

After the D-Day invasion, France had been fairly quickly liberated, with Hitler’s forces bogged down on the second front in Russia. But his promotion had left him too busy to arrange leave until now, when it was only a matter of when, not if, the Third Reich would fall in ruins. Even now, the Allies were converging on Berlin and it seemed the end to the European war could come at any day.

The road twisted along the tree-lined road and as he rounded a final turn he braked hard, bringing the Jeep to a skidding stop. When the dust cleared, he was looking at what remained of the farm where he had spent many happy hours, along with some terrible ones. The barn was all but destroyed, with only parts of the stone walls left standing. The house fared better, but was still in rough shape. Unlike the first time he’d come upon it three years earlier, there were no animals in the yard and no signs of life in the house.

He slowly eased into the yard, circling the well and stopping by the house. He cut the engine and sat there unmoving, the memories of that last day as fresh as if it had been yesterday. Finally, he stepped down and looked around. The barn was a total wreck - it had taken the full brunt of an artillery shell. The field surrounding the farm was pockmarked with the tell-tale craters.

He turned to the house, which he had never been inside. Before he could take a step, the door creaked open slightly and he froze, his hand going to the gun on his hip. Then the door swung open a little further and a frail looking woman stepped out. He squinted at her.

“Jeannette?”

She looked up at him and he could see now that it was her, although she had a vicious scar across her left cheek and was much thinner than he remembered.

“John? Is it really you?” she asked, her voice a low rasp.

He nodded. “Yes, it’s me.”

She managed a smile. “Genvieve?”

He returned her smile as he walked closer. “She’s fine. She’s in England taking care of our daughter.”

Jeannette’s smile widened and he could see wetness in her dark eyes. “A daughter?”

“Yes, she’s two. Her name . . .” he paused, “. . .is Jeannette.” He fished into his shirt pocket and retrieved the well worn photo of the three of them taken during his last leave and handed it to her.

She brought a hand to her mouth and choked back a sob. “She made it,” she said, almost to herself. “And she got her Canadian soldier after all, and a beautiful little girl as well!”

He was standing before her now and took her in his arms. “She told me you were still alive, but. . .” He shook his head sullenly.

Jeannette pulled away, wiping her eyes. “They questioned me for days; beat me, but I said nothing. Finally, they just let me go.” He reached up and touched her scarred cheek. “Yes, they did that. But it is of no consequence. I am alive, and more importantly, so is Genvieve.” She shook her head, smiling. “And you have a daughter.”

“We were married as soon as we made it back to England,” he said. “Jeannette was born nine months later.”

She chuckled, then looked up at him, her face becoming softer, more serious. “There is someone you must meet,” she said solemnly. She turned to the house. “Jean, viens ici.” A moment later, a small face appeared in the doorway, peering out at them. “Viens tois.” She beckoned to the open door.

As John watched, a small boy of about two came hesitantly out. He looked at the dark haired little tyke, then to Jeannette, an astonished look on his face. She simply smiled and nodded.

“I would like you to meet Jean,” she said, her eyes never leaving his face. He could only stare in disbelief, his mind racing. “Our son.”

He looked back at her, his eyes starting to blur. “Our . . .son?” She nodded and smiled, her own tears spilling down her cheeks.

He knelt to one knee, smiling at the child who clung to his mother’s skirt, dark eyes staring at him. Jeannette said something to him in French and he looked up at her, then to John. “Il est ton pere, Jean,” she said softly, then looked at John and urged the tot toward him. “Your father, my son.”

Tentatively, the boy took a step toward him, then rushed into his open arms. John hugged him tightly, his tears flowing. This was certainly unexpected, and would take a little careful explaining to Genvieve, but he knew she would understand. For now, all that mattered was that they were together. An unusual family, but a family nonetheless.

He looked up to Jeannette, who was watching them with one hand covering her mouth, trying not to cry openly. “Pack your things. You’re both coming with me to England. Genvieve will be so happy to see you.” He looked again at the small boy in his arms and smiled. “Both of you.” He stood and, holding his son’s hand and Jeannette’s, they went into the ruined farmhouse together.

The end

 

 

 

w him smiling at her. She smiled back at him, too caught up in her impending orgasm to worry about her (hopefully) new boyfriend catching her in a threesome with her two best female friends. She glanced at his fully hard penis and knew what to do. She reached out for it and Rick moved closer, placing it within easy reach of her pretty mouth. She licked the tip a few times, then took it fully into her mouth. He gently rocked his hips as she did, fucking her orally.

Mike waited until Rick was positioned in front of Jessie, then he knelt down next to Alyssa. He knew she had a hot body, but seeing her naked and licking his girlfriend’s pussy gave him a hard-on like he’d never had before. When she noticed him, she jumped, then looked up at him and grinned. She saw Jessie take Rick’s cock in her mouth, her long blonde hair bouncing as she began bobbing her head back and forth on it. Stacy, her eyes and ears covered by Jessie’s body and thighs, was oblivious to everything except Jessie’s sweet cunt and her own building orgasm. She paused her tonguing of Jessie’s pussy when Alyssa stopped licking hers. Pulling her mouth from Jessie’s drooling lips, she murmured, "Don’t stop! I’m so close!"

Alyssa grinned at Mike. "Uh, Stacy, baby, we . . . uh . . ." She leaned closer, to where Stacy’s head disappeared between Jessie’s thighs. "We have company!"

Stacy stopped licking Jessie’s pussy and pushed Jessie’s hips up so that she could look out. She saw Mike, blushed a little, then smiled.

"Hi, baby!" Mike said with a smile. "Couldn’t wait until we got back, huh?"

"Uh, hi, Mike." She started to wriggle out.

"No, no! You stay there!" Mike said. Stacy looked at him, not sure what he meant. He winked at her then looked at Alyssa. "Don’t let me interrupt! I’ll find something to do!" He winked at Alyssa. Stacy frowned, then changed her mind and smiled.

"Ok. I was just starting to have fun here, anyway!" She pulled Jessie’s pussy back down to her face and resumed her licking. Jessie grunted her approval and ground her cunt onto Stacy’s face. Mike pulled Alyssa’s face to his and kissed her luscious lips.

"Interested in a little . . . fuck?" he asked, his hands caressing her back. Alyssa swallowed hard, then nodded. She eyed his large, hard cock nervously.

"I’m not a virgin, but I haven’t done it very much," she said, her eyes showing apprehension. "Please be gentle, ok?" He kissed her again, then smiled.

"Of course." He nodded toward Stacy’s exposed pink pussy. "Go back to what you were doing. I’ll do the rest." Alyssa looked into his warm, gentle eyes and smiled nervously. She resumed her kneeling position between Stacy’s legs, her ass once again high in the air, and went back to licking her sweet pussy.

Mike moved around behind her and spread her legs a little wider. He ran a hand over her inflamed pussy, causing her to shudder and moan. She was wet, very wet. ‘Lube shouldn’t be a problem,’ he mused to himself as he positioned his cock at her opening. He rubbed it up and down her swollen lips, all the way up to her tiny puckered asshole. Alyssa quivered and paused her pussy-licking when he touched her there, but he moved back to her pussy and she continued licking.

Once again positioned at her opening, he applied pressure gently, as he had promised. She was so wet that his head slipped in relatively easily, despite her tightness. She stopped licking Stacy’s cunt and sucked in a deep breath as he pushed the entire length of his hard shaft into her steamy pussy. She held her breath, feeling it slowly penetrate and fill her until she could feel his cum-filled balls against the back of her thighs.

"Oh, shit!" she grunted, unable to focus on Stacy’s pussy, or anything else but the hard cock buried inside her. He was big, bigger than her ex-boyfriend, and he was touching places that no one else had been able to reach. Her pussy was stretched wide and she nearly collapsed with ecstacy as he started to move it in and out of her.

Stacy was happily tongue-fucking Jessie, licking her long tongue along the walls of her recently ravaged vagina. Then she moved to her clit and started nibbling and sucking on it. Jessie’s body suddenly tensed and Stacy heard her scream as she came, the sound muffled by Jessie’s thighs squeezed against her ears, as well as Rick’s cock in Jessie’s mouth.

When she came, Rick’s cock was pushed as far into her mouth as she could take it. Her orgasm forced her to lunge forward, forcing it an inch or two into her throat. It happened so fast, Jessie didn’t have time to gag, but now it felt like she was choking and her throat was involuntarily trying to force it back out.

The feeling of Jessie deep-throating him was almost too much for Rick, but when her throat muscles started contracting on the sensitive head, he lost it.

"Oh, shit! I’m . . . unnnngh!" His cock exploded into her throat, sending the hot semen straight into her stomach. Jessie felt Rick stiffen. She realized she could still breath through her nose at about the same time she felt his hot cum sliding down her throat. Stacy, completely unaware of her predicament, sucked on her clit once again. Jessie came again, forcing Rick’s cock even further into her throat! She could feel his pubic hair tickling at her nose and realized that his entire seven inches was buried in her throat! As his orgasm subsided, he saw how far his cock was pushed into her mouth and he began pulling it out.

"I’m sorry, baby! I didn’t mean to do that! Are you all right?" He leaned down as she coughed and gagged uncontrollably for a few seconds. Then she looked up at him and shook her head.

"Not . . . your . . . fault!" she croaked, then swallowed, wincing. She cried out hoarsely and bowed her head as another orgasm washed through her.

"S . . . Stacy! Please! E . . . nough!" She lifted her dripping snatch from Stacy’s face.

"Awww . . .," Stacy moaned and rolled over onto her stomach, her face dripping with Jessie’s cum.

Alyssa had given up on her pussy, too busy with the cock in her own cunt to concentrate on it. She looked up and grinned. "Hi, Rick!" Then her eyes fell to his semi-hard cock. "Hmmm . . . seems like Jessie’s also a pretty good cock-sucker!"

Jessie smiled weakly, still panting for air and coughing a little.

"Are you ok?" Rick asked her again, pulling her closer.

Stacy’s grin faded. "What happened?"

Jessie laid her head on Rick’s shoulder. "When she came, she lurched forward and my dick went down her throat," he explained. Jessie raised her head and smiled at him.

"I’m ok, really. It just kinda scared me a little." She kissed him quickly, then added with a grin, "It really turned me on when you came!" He smiled and kissed her back.

They heard Alyssa moan as Mike picked up the pace a little. They all turned to watch and Stacy grinned as she watched her boyfriend fuck her best friend doggy-style on the beach.

"Having fun, guys?" she asked.

Mike grinned, his face twisted in concentration as he slid his cock in and out of Alyssa’s tight cunt. Alyssa groaned, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. Her tits shook as Mike rocked her body with faster and harder thrusts.

Stacy turned to Rick and Jessie. "Since they’re both busy and you two need a rest . . ." She pushed them gently down until they lay side by side on their backs. "Why don’t you just lie back." She lovingly caressed Rick’s shrinking cock. "While I see if I can save this guy!" Stacy was beginning to realize that she loved oral sex, both giving and receiving. Especially sucking cock! She bent over and took his flaccid penis into her mouth and sucked vigorously. Rick pulled Jessie’s naked body to his and moaned in pleasure.

Mike grasped Alyssa’s hips and began pounding her even faster. She lowered her head, a long, vibrating wail escaping her lips as she felt herself nearing release.

"Are . . . you ok?" Mike gasped.

"Uh-huh!" she managed to grunt. "D . . . don’t stop!" His cock was pushing deep inside her sopping pussy, fucking her like she’d never been fucked before! Like she’d been dreaming of! It felt like he was hitting all of her sensitive spots at the same time, with every stroke! There was no pain, no discomfort. Only constant, delicious pleasure! "Faster! Harder!" she gasped.

Mike pulled her hips toward him as he summoned all his strength and tried to follow her commands. Their bodies were slapping together noisily and sweat dripped from Mike’s flushed face onto her sweaty back. She began wailing louder. "Yess! Ahhh! Ohhhh . . .!" Jessie heard her and sat up to watch them while Stacy continued sucking on Rick’s cock.

"You want to try that, babe?" he asked.

Jessie smiled but continued to watch Mike and Alyssa. "Yeah, I think I do! Looks like fun!" She looked around. Suddenly, she was struck with the realization of what they were doing and stifled a giggle.

Until last night, both her and Stacy were virgins, and Alyssa had only had sex once. Now she was outdoors, naked, lying next to her naked boyfriend, whose cock she had just sucked and swallowed. One of her best friends, also naked, was now sucking her boyfriend’s cock while she watched her other best friend being fucked doggy-style by her brother’s best friend! And this was all after a threesome with her girlfriends! It seemed surreal!

She turned and kissed Rick. "Why don’t you lie back while I give Stacy a hand?" she said with a seductive smile and pushed him back onto the towel. Rick lay back and Jessie moved down to where Stacy was tirelessly nursing his now semi-hard cock back to life.

"Can I have a turn?" Jessie asked. Stacy released Rick’s cock with a slight popping sound.

"Well, my jaw is getting a little tired," she admitted with a smile. Jessie kissed her, then took Rick’s cock into her mouth, sucking noisily while Stacy licked his balls.

Rick felt his cock suddenly stiffen in Jessie’s mouth. Something about the thought of her sucking him off turned him on more than Stacy could. Stacy was very cute, sexy, and one talented little cock-sucker, but she wasn’t . . . well, she wasn’t Jessie.

‘Damn!,’ he thought as her soft warm lips ran up and down his shaft. ‘I’m not falling for her, I already have!’ He groaned as she took him deep into her mouth, her soft tongue swirling around his sensitive head. He felt the cum starting to rise in his balls.

"Jessie, if you keep that up much longer . . .!"

She released his now hard cock. "Oh, no! I need you hard!" She crawled up next to him, snuggling against his warm body. Stacy crawled up his other side and did the same. They all watched as Mike and Alyssa continued their energetic fuck.

Alyssa was working up quite a sweat. Mike was pounding her mercilessly and it felt like she’d been cumming non-stop for the last few minutes. She felt the beginnings of a huge orgasm starting deep inside her, slowly spreading from her womb to the outer extremities of her body until she felt like one big nerve ending. She squeezed her eyes tightly closed and shouted, "Oh, god! Don’t stop, Mike! Oh, shit! I’m cumming!" Suddenly, she pushed her hips back, forcing his cock deep inside her and holding it there as her pussy walls clamped down tight. She opened her mouth to cry out, but made no sound other than a high pitched little squeak. Her body went rigid; her back arched. She flung her head up and down like a bucking horse, her long dark hair flying about wildly. With some effort, Mike pulled back and thrust his throbbing dick back into her spasming vagina. He kept it up, although he wasn’t able to move as fast as before, while Alyssa’s face twisted into a grimace as her massive orgasm built to an explosive climax.

Stacy, Rick, and Jessie all stared in open-mouthed amazement as Alyssa thrashed about, gasping for air and trying to scream, but unable to make a sound. Tears ran down her red cheeks and she finally released her breath with a groan as the orgasm exploded inside her. Her body jerked and twisted as wave after wave washed through her sweat drenched young body.

Mike, nearing his own orgasm, made one final thrust deep into her vise-like pussy and held it there. Alyssa’s eyes suddenly popped open, her face still twisted into a grimace, almost pain-like. She moaned loudly and lowered her head to the towel, her body going limp except for the occasional twitch, It appeared that Mike’s cock, still buried to the hilt in her pussy, was the only thing that was preventing her from collapsing completely onto the towel. As she slowly came around, the twitches were further apart and she was finally able to lift her head and smile dreamily at them.

"S . . . Stace!" she gasped, gulping air. "Th . . .this one’s . . . definitely . . . a k . . . keeper!" She dropped her face to her folded arms, her ass still high in the air and a smile still on her weary face. Mike slowly extracted his still hard cock from her ravaged pussy and she immediately collapsed in a crumpled heap to the towel.

Jessie crawled over to her. "‘Lyssa? Honey? Are you all right?" She gently caressed her friend’s long, dark hair. Alyssa nodded slightly.

"Uh-huh. J . . . just need to rest . . . for a minute . . . or two!" she gasped between ragged breaths.

Stacy crawled over to Mike on her hands and knees. She looked down at his hard cock, then up to his face, her eyes wide.

"You did that to her, and you didn’t cum?!"

Mike shrugged. He pulled her to her knees and kissed her deeply. Then he whispered in her ear. "She wasn’t . . ." He pulled back and stared into her pretty blue eyes. "She wasn’t you."

Stacy felt a lump in her throat and her eyes welled up. "Really?" She looked up at him, her eyes glistening.

He nodded, meeting her gaze. "Really."

"Oh, Mike!" she cried, throwing her arms around his neck. He held her tight for a long moment, then pulled back and smiled at her.

"Are you ok?" he asked, wiping away her tears.

She nodded emphatically. "Oh, yes! More than just ok!"

"Would you like to try that position?" he asked, one eyebrow raised.

Stacy grinned. "Would now be ok?"

He glanced over at the others and grinned. "I guess privacy isn’t an issue anymore, is it?"

Stacy turned around and dropped to all fours, wiggling her tiny ass in his direction. "Nope! Do me, lover!" She backed up until her pussy was pressed against his rock-hard cock. He began rubbing his cock, still slick with Alyssa’s juices, along Stacy’s nearly equally wet snatch. Slowly, he worked the head inside. She was still tight, but more relaxed than the night before, and it slipped in relatively easy. He slowly pushed it the rest of the way into her hot, tight tunnel. Stacy moaned loudly as his manhood completely filled her waiting pussy. It still hurt a little, but not much. From this position, it felt like he was going even deeper inside her and pressing on some very sensitive areas. He began moving in and out slowly so her body could adjust to his cock from the different angle.

Alyssa crawled off to one side and sat watching, her knees pulled tight to her ample chest, her long hair disheveled, and her body still tingling.

Jessie and Rick watched them get started, then Rick lay back and pulled Jessie on top of him, straddling his stomach.

"Fuck me," he said. "I need you. Now." Jessie, happy to comply, lifted herself up and wrapped her hand around his hard cock.

"Hmmm. What have we here?" she asked with a sultry smile. She positioned his cock at her opening and slowly settled down, impaling her sexy body on it. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as his thick cock once again started pushing into her still tender pussy.

"Are you ok, Jess?" he asked, noticing her pained expression. He cunt was already squeezing his cock in a vise-like grip and he was only in a couple of inches.

"Still a little tender from earlier," she answered, then pushed down a little further. "I’ll be ok once we get going!" She continued pushing further onto his cock, driving it deeper into her soft, tender pussy. The slight pain she felt was lost among the other sensations of extreme pleasure her body was sending to her brain. She settled with his dick completely buried inside her tight, wet pussy and leaned forward. Her long, silky hair fell over Rick’s head while he teased her erect nipples with his tongue.

She sat back up, flipped her hair back over her shoulders and smiled at him. "I feel so close to you when you’re inside me!" He smiled and pulled her down so he could kiss her.

"I probably shouldn’t tell you this," he whispered. "But I could easily fall hard for you!" She stared into his eyes, her own eyes turning misty, and leaned down to kiss him again.

"Too late!" she whispered in his ear. "I’ve already fallen head over heels for you and you’re not getting away!"

He lifted her face back up to hers and grinned. "Baby, I’ve got no problem with that!"

She smiled, then leaned back and placed one hand on his chest while holding her long hair back with the other. She began to pump up and down on his long, hard cock and he pushed upward to meet her downward strokes. Her tight pussy was squeezing his cock so hard, he had to fight to keep control.

Jessie could feel every bump, every vein of his rock-hard cock as it slid in and out over her soft, sensitive pussy walls. She felt so whole; so complete with him inside her that she wished the feeling could last forever. She began to move faster and faster, their bodies making squishing and slapping noises amid their mutual grunts and moans.

"Oh, yeah!" Rick sighed. Jessie sat up and got off her knees, squatting on his cock with her feet on the ground.

"Starting . . . to . . . hurt my . . . knees!" she gasped. She slid his cock back inside her and began to really hammer away at his cock using the additional strength of her long, athletic legs. Rick moaned and reached up to fondle her gorgeous tits, which were jiggling erotically only inches from his face. Jessie leaned closer so he could nibble and suck on them, her long hair spilling onto his face once more.

"Mmmm," she sighed, then sat back up to resume her frantic fucking. She felt an orgasm building and increased her speed.

"Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Ohhhhhh . . .!" She continued bouncing up and down on his cock, a look of intense concentration on her angelic face. Suddenly, she came hard, her body quivering and shaking. Rick watched as she threw her head back, then forward, her face fixed in an intense grimace of sensual delight.

She gradually came down from her orgasm and fell forward, collapsing into his arms. He could feel her pussy contracting on his cock, squeezing, then relaxing over and over.

She raised her head, smiled at him, and he was once again overcome by her beauty. ‘My god!’ he thought. ‘I can’t believe how beautiful she is! And she wants me!’ Jessie was looking at him with a warm, loving smile. Her hair was disheveled and tangled, strands of it clinging to her sweaty face and body. Her face, neck, and upper chest were flushed red and her eyes shone as she smiled at him.

"What are you looking at me like that for?" she asked.

He pulled her down to him. "I was just thinking how unbelievably lucky I am to have found you!"

She gave him a quick kiss. "You can cut out the flattery, lover boy. I’m pretty much a sure thing now!"

He grinned at her. "Does that mean I can call you my girlfriend?"

She gave him a crooked smile. "Well, her we are in the middle of the woods, completely naked, and your cock is in my pussy. I think that qualifies me as your girlfriend, don’t you?"

He grinned back and winked at her. "Just checking!"

 

Stacy knelt on all fours and Mike slowly pushed his hard cock deep inside her hot, wet pussy. She sucked in her breath as he buried it to the hilt.

"Oh, god!" she gasped. "I feel like I’m cumming already!"

Mike began a slow rhythmic fuck, pumping in and out of her incredible tight and velvet soft cunt. Stacy lowered her head to the towel, eyes closed and thoroughly enjoying the long, slow strokes. She raised her head when Jessie cried out as she came. Stacy was about to make a comment to Jessie when Mike’s cock touched on a very sensitive spot, triggering a small orgasm and choking off her words. She moaned and lowered her head back down to her folded arms while Mike’s cock continued sliding into her tight vagina. He began moving faster and she began a low wail, her orgasm building and growing with each stroke. She raised her head, eyes squeezed shut and her mouth open in a silent cry of intense pleasure. She felt the warm tingle in her womb spread out to every part of her body.

"Oh, Mike! P . . . please don’t stop!" she cried in a shaky voice.

Mike picked up the pace even more. Her tight, wet pussy combined with her cries and moans, had brought him close to the edge himself. Suddenly, Stacy cried out and her body went rigid. She lifted her head and a long, high growl escaped her lips followed by a series of grunts as she climaxed over and over. Mike continued to hammer his inflamed cock in and out of her contracting vagina until her body went limp. She lowered her head again, whimpering and moaning as the orgasms continued to engulf her small body.

Mike closed his eyes and felt the orgasm building to it’s inevitable release. He thrust deep inside her wet hole and held it there as his seed erupted inside her. He groaned loudly as the cum was literally sucked from his cock by Stacy’s spasming pussy walls.

Stacy was drained of energy by the many orgasms she’d experienced, but the feel of Mike’s cum flooding her over-stimulated cunt was too much. She felt her body stiffen as yet another huge orgasm overtook her.

"Oh, yes!" she screamed, her face flushed red and strained with the force of her climax. She cried out loudly, then collapsed to the towel on her stomach. Mike fell on top of her, his cock still buried inside her. Cum dribbled from her pussy lips around the base of his cock. They lay there for a few minutes, neither speaking, while they both recovered their breath.

Finally, Mike pulled his semi-hard cock from her sopping cunt, releasing a flood of their combined cum to the towel under them. He rolled over onto his back next to her, still panting for breath. Stacy opened her eyes and smiled sleepily at him.

"W . . . wow!" she exclaimed. Mike returned her smile. Then somebody started clapping slowly.

They looked up and saw it was Alyssa, who was watching them with a huge grin on her face.

"What a show!" She looked at Stacy, her eyes wide. "Is that what I looked like?!"

Stacy grinned feebly. "I dunno. I was kinda busy at the time!"

 

Jessie was still straddling Rick, his cock deep inside her warm pussy, but they had both paused to watch Stacy’s overpowering orgasm.

"Holy shit, Stace! Just how many times did you cum?" Jessie exclaimed as she moved sensuously against Rick.

Stacy looked up her with glassy eyes, a dazed but contented look on her face. "Hell, I lost count! Felt like it was non-stop since he started fucking me!"

Jessie looked down at Rick, her green eyes twinkling. "We’ve gotta try that!" She slowly raised herself from his cock, sucking in her breath through her teeth as she did. The long shaft glistened in the sunlight, wet with her sweet juices. She kissed him, then crawled to one side and knelt on all fours, pushing her ass high in the air. Her wet pink pussy was open to the warm air, and everyone’s appreciative looks. Rick got to his knees and positioned himself behind her.

"Wait!" Alyssa called and scrambled over to them. "I can’t let him stick that in you until I clean it off!" She licked her lips and grinned at Jessie. "If it’s ok with you, that is!"

Jessie kissed her soft warm lips and nodded. Rick moved back and held his hard cock out to Alyssa. She crawled sexily to him and slowly sucked it between her thick, sexy lips. She took it in slowly, savoring the taste of Jessie’s fresh cum and juices. Then she started moving faster, slurping noisily on it. Rick sighed. Alyssa was a damn good little cock-sucker and he was really enjoying the feel of those soft lips and warm tongue as it flicked across the sensitive head. She gave him one final deep suck, then released it from her mouth with an audible ‘pop’.

"There! Nice and clean!" she remarked, winking up at Rick.

Rick returned her suggestive wink. "Thanks, babe!" Taking a position behind Jessie, he placed his cock against her wet opening and pushed in until his pelvis was rubbing against her tight round ass.

"Oh, shit!" Jessie cried. "I don’t know what you’re hitting in there, but it sure feels good!" He began pumping in and out of her warm, wet tunnel. Alyssa reached up and started gently caressing his balls. He increased his speed until his thighs were slapping noisily against Jessie’s ass, her moans almost drowning out the slapping sound.

By now, Stacy had recovered enough to sit up next to Mike and watch her friends. She reached over and tenderly grasped his flaccid penis and began caressing it lovingly. He leaned back on his elbows, enjoying the show and Stacy’s gentle touch.

Alyssa was becoming extremely turned on watching Rick and Jessie go at it. An idea came to her and she released her grip on Rick’s balls. She dropped to her back and tried to slide under Jessie, nudging her to raise up a little. Jessie, completely lost in her own little world, unconsciously obeyed and Alyssa slid under her, positioning her face at Jessie’s pussy. She watched Rick’s cock slide in and out of her lover’s cunt a few times, the leaned up and licked the slick shaft and Jessie’s sensitive labia. Jessie cried out.

"Ahhhhh! Oh, ‘Lyssa! You’re bad!" Alyssa smiled to herself and continued licking both of them whenever the opportunity presented itself. Jessie noticed that Alyssa was lying with her legs spread, her own exposed pussy just to her left. She reached over and tugged on Alyssa’s hips, indicating for her to slide over. Alyssa shifted her body so that her wet cunt was under Jessie’s face. With a wink to Stacy, who was watching them as she stroked Mike’s now fully erect cock, she lowered her head and started licking and tongue-fucking Alyssa’s pussy.

Alyssa was sucking on Rick’s balls when Jessie began eating her still sensitive pussy. She dropped them from her lips and cried, "Oh, Jess! Yes!" She moved to Jessie’s hard clit and started sucking on it with renewed vigor while Jessie continued swirling her tongue all around Alyssa’s twat. All the while, Rick continued stroking in and out of Jessie’s cunt.

Stacy leaned over and started licking up the side of Mike’s cock, teasing the sensitive area under the head with each pass. He lay back and tugged gently on her legs. "C’mere, babe. I want to taste that pussy again!" She lifted her leg over Mike’s head and pushed up so that her pussy was over his face. Then she went back to licking and sucking on his cock. He began nibbling and teasing her sensitive, well-lubricated pussy, still sticky with the mixture of their combined cum. She started sucking more feverishly, her head bobbing up and down. Mike moaned into her pussy. The vibrations, combined with his talented tongue, were bringing her very close to yet another orgasm.

Jessie was alternating between Alyssa’s pussy and the intense orgasm building up inside her from Rick’s fucking and Alyssa’s tongue. Rick began to really pick up the pace, making it difficult for Alyssa to keep her tongue busy. Eventually, she gave up and instead rubbed her finger over Jessie’s over-stimulated clit while watching from inches away as Rick’s long shaft hammered away at Jessie’s pussy.

Jessie cried out in ecstacy as Alyssa’s finger and Rick’s cock sent jolts of electricity through her body. The sound of her cries was partially muffled by Alyssa’s pussy. She raised her head, eyes shut, and moaned loudly as Rick pounded away at her tight cunt. She felt the orgasm building. Her vagina walls clamped down on Rick’s cock, bringing moans of pleasure and strained grunts as he tried to keep up the pace in her now even tighter pussy. Jessie groaned loudly and bit her lower lip as the orgasm enveloped her. Her body jerked wildly, then went rigid. She let out a long cry that built in volume until she climaxed and her body relaxed, occasionally twitching as she came down from her sexual high.

Alyssa watched from below as Jessie’s cum began oozing out around Rick’s buried cock, tiny droplets forming along her stretched labia. She opened her mouth and caught some on her tongue before licking it from Jessie’s dripping pussy. Rick continued to push in and out as she orgasmed, moving slower because of her vaginal muscles squeezing his cock, nearly trapping it in her warm, soft body. Nearing exhaustion, Jessie dropped her head between Alyssa’s legs, the musky-sweet scent of her pussy filling her nostrils.

As Rick slowly fucked Jessie’s stretched and tortured cunt, Alyssa gave his balls a lick, then turned her attention to Jessie’s clitoris.

"Ah! N . . . no! Alyssa! T. . . too sensitive!" Jessie cried as she tried to move out of Alyssa’s reach.

"Awww," Alyssa moaned and began squirming out from under her pretty friend. Jessie raised her body so she could, then sank back to the towel, totally spent, her body tingling and twitching. Rick was still inside her, but had stopped moving to give her a few minutes to recover. He looked over at Alyssa, her hair, face, and neck soaked with Jessie’s cum. Some was starting to run in small rivulets down to her large tits and over her erect nipples, forming little droplets before falling. He licked his lips and grinned suggestively.

"Now look who needs to be cleaned up!" he said and picked some from her chin with his finger, then licked it clean. He pulled the voluptuous brunette closer and kissed her deeply, tasting more of Jessie’s sweet juices on her lips and tongue. He slowly moved down her neck to her large, firm tits and licked them clean. Alyssa sighed and moaned when he moved to her hard nipples and sucked tenderly on them. While he was sucking Alyssa’s tits, he began slowly fucking Jessie again. She gasped, still dazed from her orgasm, but moved her hips in response.

While Rick was sucking Alyssa’s tits, he slipped a finger into her wet slit and began to finger-fuck her. She moaned loudly and a small yelp escaped her lips when her rubbed her clit. After a few minutes, he pulled his fingers from her drooling cunt and, looking her straight in the eye, popped them into his mouth. He sucked them clean, then licked his lips.

"I want more!" he whispered. He pulled his still stiff cock from Jessie’s overworked little pussy and pulled her up to her knees facing him. Her face, neck, and chest were flushed a deep red and tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Honey, are you ok? Did I hurt you?"

Jessie smiled and kissed him. "No, of course not, baby!" She shrugged and wiped her eyes. "I was cumming so hard, I guess I got a little emotional."

Relief washed across his face. "Oh, ok." He smiled warmly and kissed her. "Um, . . .would it be ok with you if I . . . uh . . . played with Alyssa for a while? So you can rest."

Jessie looked at Alyssa. There wasn’t a hint of jealousy in her eyes or on her face. "Are you sure you’re ready for more?"

Alyssa grinned and placed Jessie’s hand on her wet pussy. "Oh, yeah!" She nodded toward Rick’s still hard cock. "You better look after your man, there. He’s still hard as a rock!"

Jessie put a hand to her mouth. "Oh, Rick! I’m so sorry! I was so caught up in . . ."

Rick put his finger to her lips. "Jessie! Relax! When I’ve already cum, it takes me a while to cum again."

Jessie winked at Alyssa. "Well, then, let me see if I can help you with your problem!"

 

Stacy and Mike were still locked in a sixty-nine while all this was taking place. She was slurping noisily on his cock while he was thoroughly enjoying the sweet nectar of her pussy. She could feel the beginnings of another orgasm but when he began nibbling on her erect clit, she lost it. She pulled his cock from her mouth.

"Uh! Uh! Ohhhhh . . .ahhhh! Ooooo. . . !"

She came hard and her juices leaked into his waiting mouth and spilled over his face and neck. He continued his gentle licking and sucking until she couldn’t take any more stimulation and pulled her twat from his mouth.

"Ok!" she gasped, her face flushed. "That’s about all I can handle for now!" She moved down between his legs and resumed sucking on his long cock. Mike laid his head back and closed his eyes. The feel of her warm mouth and soft tongue on his cock was exquisite. After a few minutes, he felt the warm buzz in his balls as she brought him to the brink of orgasm.

"Stacy!" he moaned. "I’m getting real close!"

"Mmmmm . . .," she murmured and only increased her pace. She couldn’t wait to feel his hot cum splashing into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, her blonde hair flying wildly. She sucked hard on his cock, taking as much of it into her mouth as she could. Her hand grasped his shaft and stroked it in rhythm to her sucking.

"Oh, shit!" he cried. "Oh, yeah! Here it comes!" He groaned loudly as his cock erupted, shooting a huge load into her waiting mouth. Stacy swallowed quickly, remembering how fast the shots came last time. The second shot was just as big as the first, the third only slightly less. Even though she was gulping it down as fast as she could, some of it still leaked around the corners of her mouth and ran down her chin. She managed to get most of it down, then licked the head and shaft clean. When she finished, she crawled up and kissed him before curling up in his arms.

"You really came a lot that time!" she exclaimed, licking her lips.

He squeezed her and kissed her forehead. "Guess I was a little . . . over-stimulated today!" he replied, nodding toward the others.

Stacy giggled. "I know what you mean! This is so hot!"

 

Rick lay back on the towel and Alyssa straddled his face, facing his feet, and lowered her dripping pussy to his mouth. Jessie watched Alyssa’s eyes widen, then close as Rick’s tongue swirled inside her cunt. She smiled and moaned when he licked the length of her slit up to her hard little clit.

Jessie leaned over and sucked Alyssa’s left nipple into her mouth, her long blonde hair spilling down to Rick’s abdomen and tickling his cock. Alyssa gasped and held Jessie’s head to her breast, relishing the feel of two mouths working on her simultaneously. Suddenly, Rick’s tongue touched on the sensitive area between her pussy and asshole and she jerked involuntarily. ‘Wow!’ she thought. ‘I didn’t realize that was a g-spot!’

They sucked and licked on Alyssa’s tits and pussy for several minutes before Jessie turned her attentions to Rick’s cock. She rubbed her face against it, loving the feel of the large head soft on her cheek. His body twitched as she lightly ran her fingers over his balls. While still caressing his balls, she started to lick along the hard, rough shaft, licking up one side, across the tip, then down the other to the base. Rick moaned softly into Alyssa’s deliciously wet pussy.

Jessie sat and straddled Rick, facing Alyssa. She positioned his cock at her opening, then settled down onto it, gasping in pleasure as it slid completely inside her. She grasped onto Alyssa’s shoulders for support. Alyssa smiled and teased her hard nipples. Jessie had closed her eyes as she settled onto Rick’s thick cock, but opened them to smile at Alyssa. They embraced warmly.

"I love you, ‘Lyssa," Jessie whispered.

"I love you, too, Jessie," Alyssa whispered back. They kissed lovingly for a long moment until Jessie released her soft lips and began moving up and down on her boyfriend’s cock, still holding onto Alyssa’s arms.

The sight of the intense pleasure on Jessie’s face combined with Rick’s talented tongue in her pussy was bringing Alyssa close to orgasm. Sensing she was close, Rick dipped a finger into her sopping wet cunt, then rubbed it sensuously on the g-spot between her asshole and pussy. Alyssa moaned louder and ground her pussy down onto his mouth further. Then he surprised her by moving his finger, still slick with her juices, back to her tiny puckered asshole and pushed it in to the first knuckle! Alyssa’s body stiffened. As Rick’s finger penetrated her untouched anus, she felt the building orgasm suddenly double in intensity!

She reached out to Jessie and grabbed her by the shoulders while forcing her pussy tighter onto Rick’s face. He continued swirling his tongue around her hole, then up to her clit. All the while, his finger pumped in and out of her small back door. With a strangled cry, Alyssa came hard. Her pussy contracted, squirting her cum all over Rick’s face. She literally started shrieking, cumming like she never had before. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut and her face, screwed up into an almost pain-like grimace, turned crimson red as wave after wave of mind-numbing orgasm wracked her small body. Rick was still eating her pussy and was trying to finger-fuck her asshole, but when she came she squeezed his finger so tight he could barely move it.

Jessie felt Alyssa’s grip on her shoulders tighten to the point where it was becoming painful.

"‘Lyssa! You’re hurting me!"

Alyssa, still lost in the throes of her orgasm, somehow heard Jessie’s plea through the fog in her brain and released her grip on her shoulders. She lowered her head to Jessie’s chest.

"S . . . sorry! It’s . . . just . . .ah! Ooooo! Oh shit . . .!" Her body jerked and she grunted as each wave passed through her. She raised her head and grabbed her tits roughly, kneading the soft flesh and pinching the hard nipples. She let out a huge breath, relaxed a little, then stiffened again as another orgasm hit her. After the third time, she sat up and somehow managed to pull her over-stimulated cunt from Rick’s wet face.

"Rick, stop!" she cried weakly. "I’ll pass out . . . if you keep . . . doing that . . ." Her words faded and she dropped to all fours, panting for air. Rick slowly extricated his finger from her asshole, which caused her to jerk more, and she rolled off of him, collapsing on the towel next to him. She grinned at him through glassy eyes.

"I . . . don’t know where you . . . got that idea . . .but . . . wow!"

Rick smiled. "I heard some girls liked it. You seemed like the type." She grinned and winked at him, then sat up. Jessie leaned over and they kissed. Then she bent over Rick and started fucking his cock. Their lips locked in a wet, passionate kiss, her tits crushed against his chest. She pulled away and looked at him.

"What were you guys talking about?"

Rick shrugged as Jessie slowly moved up and down on his hard dick. "I tried fingering her asshole."

Jessie slowed her movements and looked over at Alyssa, who grinned and nodded. "Really? It felt . . . good?"

Alyssa laughed. "‘Good’ doesn’t quite do it justice!" Her eyes sparkled. "Wanna try it?"

Jessie looked doubtful. "I dunno. Did it hurt?"

Alyssa shook her head. "Uh-uh. Here. Let me rub yours a little." She stuck a finger into her own pussy and said, "Lean forward. I know you’ll like it!"

Jessie looked from her to Rick, then back. "All . . . all right. Just please be gentle." She leaned forward, her tits in Rick’s face. He happily began licking on them. Alyssa ran her pussy juice-soaked fingers down her ass crack to her tiny puckered anus and rubbed her little rosebud. The reaction was instant.

"Oh, shit! That does feel good!" She began moving a little faster on Rick’s cock. Alyssa rubbed her until her finger was dry, then dipped it back into her pussy again. She resumed her rubbing, then applied more pressure until it slid inside. Jessie’s eyes widened as Alyssa’s finger penetrated her asshole.

"Oh . . . my . . . god!" The feeling of Rick’s cock in her pussy and Alyssa’s finger in her ass was . . . indescribable! Like Alyssa had said, ‘good’ didn’t do it justice! They began to establish a rhythm; when Rick pulled out, Alyssa pushed in. After a few minutes, she was using her whole finger and Jessie was lost in a sea of sexual delights. The orgasm built until she felt like she would explode! When she finally came, she cried out loudly, nearly screaming. Wave after wave of intense orgasmic pleasure coursed through her young body mercilessly. Finally, Alyssa pulled her finger free, but Jessie continued to keep Rick’s hard cock inside her until the severest orgasms had subsided. She leaned down and kissed him, her face dripping with sweat.

"W . . . wow! Th . . . that was . . . wild!" she exclaimed with a wide grin. Rick smiled. Her intense orgasm had turned him on so much he felt like he was about to explode. Jessie recognized the look on his face.

"Are you gonna cum, lover?" she teased.

"Yes, please!" he replied, his voice strained.

"I want you to cum on my face!" she purred. "I want to feel it running down my cheeks, taste it on my lips . . ." She grasped his cock and began stroking it, occasionally taking it into her mouth.

"C’mon, baby! Let me have it!"

Alyssa dropped down next to her. "Me too!"

They kissed quickly as Rick groaned. Jessie motioned for him to stand. He did and she once again stroked and licked his throbbing cock, aiming it at her and Alyssa’s faces. Stacy and Mike lay back and watched in amusement.

Jessie and Alyssa remained on their knees in front of him. Jessie began sucking on his cock more earnestly while Alyssa licked and sucked on his balls, heavy with cum. Then Jessie licked up one side of his shaft while Alyssa did the other. Rick closed his eyes and leaned his head back, loving the feel of two hot girls working on his cock. They kissed, then took turns sucking. Each would get in two or three good strokes before switching off. It was too much for Rick.

"Ah! Oh, yeah! Here it comes! Aarrrgh . . . .!" He threw his head back as Jessie popped his cock from her mouth, aimed it at their faces and stroked it quickly. Suddenly, it erupted and he shot a load of hot, white semen onto Alyssa’s cheek, with some landing on her tits as well. Jessie pointed it at her own face and took a shot to the side of her nose. The next one hit across her open mouth, some landing on her tongue while a string of jism connected her top and bottom lips. As the shots lessened, they each took more on their tits, then took turns sucking the remaining cum from his pulsating rod.

Rick finally opened his eyes an stared down at the two beautiful, naked, and cum-soaked girls smiling up at him.

"Well," he said. "Aren’t you two a mess!" Jessie and Alyssa looked at each other and started laughing.

"I think we could all use a bath!" Stacy said, standing.

"Great idea, baby!" Mike agreed, also getting to his feet. He took Stacy’s hand and they walked up the hill together toward the campsite, their clothing forgotten on the beach. Alyssa quickly kissed Rick and Jessie, then jumped to her feet and ran off after them, her cummy tits bouncing as she ran. Jessie and Rick rose and embraced. He hugged her tightly, their naked bodies fitting together comfortably.

"I guess you’ll never forget your first time, huh?" he said, looking into her eyes.

Jessie gave a little laugh and shook her head. "I’ll never forget this day!" She looked up at him, her face more serious. "It was fun. And maybe we can do it again - all of us, I mean." She looked into his clear blue eyes. "But the best part was meeting you. Making love to you. That’s what I’ll remember best!"

He pulled her close and they kissed warm and softly, like lovers do, enjoying just being together - alone. They pulled apart and Jessie said, "After we go home . . ." She paused, then continued. "Will you still want to . . . see me?"

Rick pulled her tight. "Honey, I want to see you every minute of every day!" He held her at arms length. "The way I feel about you right now . . ." He hesitated, searching for the right words. "I could easily see myself falling head over heels in love with you." He smiled warily. "I hope that doesn’t scare you off!"

Jessie smiled at him, a tear trickling down her cheek. "Really? Do you really mean that?"

He nodded. "I know we just got together, but it just . . . feels right, you know?"

"Oh, Rick!" She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him. "I feel the same way!"

They remained in a passionate embrace for several minutes, then pulled apart and walked arm in arm up the hill.

- The end, for now.

Author’s note: This was my very first story, written almost two years ago in longhand. I recently transcribed it to my computer and, aside from some grammatical tweaking, it’s pretty much as originally written. I’ve left it open for more chapters, but so far I haven’t written any more. As always, your comments are welcome. Please leave a review, positive or negative, and if you would like a reply, feel free to email me at

bjcortland@yahoo.ca .

to decide where Michelle and Kristi may have gone. If they’d managed to get Jake to fall for Michelle’s twisted little plan, the logical place would be the creek. She swung in that direction and picked up her speed a little. If she hurried, she might get there in time to see a little action!

She hadn’t gone too far when she spotted a familiar figure riding toward her. Michelle pulled up and they stopped by the school. Angie grinned at her friend, her disheveled hair and huge smile a dead give-away that she’d been recently fucked.

“Hey, there,” Michelle said.

Angie looked her up and down and shook her head, still grinning. “You little slut!” she exclaimed.

Michelle looked down at her rumpled clothes and back up to her, her eyes glittering. “That obvious, huh?”

Angie laughed and pointed to the bleachers by the football field. “C’mon. I want to hear all about it!”

They rode over and leaned their bikes against the metal bleachers, then sat down on the bottom row.

“Ok, spill!” Angie said, eyeing her with an amused grin. “And I want details!”

Michelle giggled and took out her hairbrush. She began untangling her hair as she began the story. “Well, he fell for it,” she said, pulling a twig from her hair.

“Yeah?”

“Oh, yes. I wish you could’ve seen the look on his face when I was sucking on him and he thought it was Kristi until she whispered in his ear!”

Angie laughed and tried to picture the shocked look on Jake’s face. “So, did you tell him about all of us?”

She nodded. “Yeah, and we really poured on the drama about how important it was for him to keep his mouth shut.” She explained about how his dick shrank back to a flaccid state despite having two naked girls lying next to him. “He knew we were serious. I don’t think he’ll say anything.”

Angie nodded. “Good. So, what do we do now?”

Michelle shrugged. “We kinda left that up in the air. He and Kristi were still at the creek when I left. I thought maybe they needed some alone time to work out how their relationship was going to fit into this.”

Angie smiled and rubbed a hand along her bare thigh. “You’re so thoughtful,” she said softly, their eyes meeting.

Michelle smiled and was about to lean in for a quick kiss when a shout reached their ears and they turned to see some kids running across the field and tossing a football. They pulled apart and grinned smugly at one another.

“I wish we could be more open about our relationship,” Michelle said, taking her hand.

Angie smiled sadly. “Me too. But with so many others involved, we don’t dare come out.”

Michelle nodded. “I know, and I understand that. It’s just that…I really care about you a lot.” she looked deep into Angie’s blue eyes. “I love you, Ang.”

Angie glanced over at the kids, who weren’t paying any attention to them, then brought Michelle’s hand to her lips, kissing it softly. “I love you, too, Michelle.”

Michelle smiled and Angie could see tears welling up in her eyes. “God, how can I have such strong feelings for all of you!?” she exclaimed, wiping her eyes.

Angie gripped her hand tighter, then reached out and hugged her. “Because you have a big heart, baby, with plenty of love to go around.”

They held one another for several long seconds. Then, as if both of realized at the same time they were in a public place, they both let go and sat back.

“When’s Artie coming back?” Angie asked after a moment of silence had passed.

Michelle sighed. “Not ‘til Friday. His parents wanted to stay a couple more days.” She remembered the dirty pics she’d sent him. “Oh my god, you won’t believe what I did!” She explained how Artie had asked her to send him a picture of herself and how she’d taken a couple of sexy ones as well.

Angie grinned. “Do you think you could send those to me?”

Michelle laughed and nodded. “Of course!”

“You should bring your camera sometime and get some hot group shots. I love the look on your face when you cum. It makes me so hot!” Angie giggled. “I could make it my computer background!”

Michelle’s jaw dropped in mock alarm and she playfully slapped Angie’s leg. “Don’t you fucking dare!” This brought on a fit of giggles from both of them.

“Did your folks pick a house?” Michelle asked after they’d calmed down.

“Oh, yeah! We got the one on Wilmot with the pool!”

“Awesome!” Michelle exclaimed. “We can hang out at the pool instead of swimming in the creek!”

Angie nodded. “Sure, but I like the creek. It has…” She winked at her with a sly smile.

“…some advantages.”

Michelle chuckled. “Yes, it certainly does.”

It was starting to get late and Michelle really did have to get home to start dinner, so they hugged one more time and said goodbye. Angie watched her sexy girlfriend ride off across the schoolyard and disappear around a corner. She picked up her bike and started for home. Steve would be home from work soon and she had a lot to tell him.

Chapter 75

The following day Angie was sitting at the well-used picnic table on the grass by the corner store sipping on a bottle of water. When she’d told Steve about what happened with Jake, he took it with a grain of salt. Obviously, he wasn’t as convinced of Jake’s ability to keep their secret as the girls were, but he agreed they had no choice and was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. He was working all day today again. A couple of the regular employees at the lumber yard were on vacation so he was basically working full time for a couple of weeks. It was good money, but it left her without her first choice for a sexual partner and after hearing Michelle’s retelling of Jake’s initiation, she was feeling very horny.

She finished her water and tossed the empty into a blue bin, then took a look up and down the road. No sign of anyone on a bicycle in either direction. It was getting hot and even though she was wearing cut-off shorts and a short halter, she could already feel beads of sweat running down between her breasts. A trip to the air conditioned mall would feel good, but she really wasn’t dressed for it. Of course, there was always the creek. She didn’t have her swim suit but if no one was there, well…she wouldn’t really need one. She grinned and climbed onto her bike, hoping that would be the case.

She hadn’t gone far when she saw Jake riding toward her. They slowed to a stop and she greeted him with a big smile. He returned her smile but seemed to have a hard time meeting her eyes.

“Hey, Jake!”

His eyes made a quick trip over her barely covered body before finally meeting hers for an instant. “Hey Angie. What’s up?”

She shrugged, her eyes sparkling. “I was on my way to the creek. It’s so hot and I need to cool off. Wanna come?”

He nodded. “Sure.”

They began riding slowly along the street toward the path to the creek. Jake seemed to hang back a little and for the first few minutes neither of them spoke. Finally Angie decided to break the tension and slowed down so that he coasted up beside her on a downhill. She looked over at him.

“So, Michelle tells me you’ve been initiated.”

For a moment, he didn’t reply or even look up, but she noted his ears turned about three shades of red. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Angie paused for a moment as they negotiated a turn, then said, “So, tell me what you think of it? Are you and Kristi both cool about …all of us?”

They arrived at the entrance to the trail that led to the creek before he could answer and he braked to stop by the side of the road. Angie pulled her bike next to his and dropped one long tanned leg to the ground to brace herself. She saw his eyes drop to her leg and slowly move up to where her tight shorts covered her slightly parted legs. She smiled to herself as he seemed to realize he was staring and immediately dropped his eyes.

“Yeah…I mean, I’m cool with it…and Kristi seems to be too.”

Angie leaned down and met his eyes. “It’s ok, Jake. I don’t mind if you look at me.”

He looked up at her and when he saw the smile on her face, he appeared to relax somewhat. “Uh…ok…um…sorry,” he mumbled, grinning sheepishly.

She laughed softly. “So you guys are both cool with it. Awesome!” She indicated the path to the creek. “Come on, I’m cooking in this heat!” She shoved off and rode down the path toward the creek. Jake watched her ass in the tight shorts as she stood up on the pedals, then started off after her.

Angie guided the bike down the rough path, fully aware of Jake’s lustful stares. She didn’t turn around to try to catch him, but she knew him - well, she knew guys in general - and had a very good idea what his eyes were focused on. She was becoming more than a little aroused herself and crossed her fingers that the clearing would be empty of other people. That would not only ruin their chances of hooking up, but also swimming. Without a bathing suit, any water play was going to have to be of the naked type.

She cleared the trees and it only took a second to discover that there was no one else there. She smiled to herself as she rolled across the grass to a spot a few yards from the tree by the bank. She stopped and got off her bike as Jake rolled up next to her and dropped his. She looked around as if verifying that they were indeed alone, then grinned at him.

“Looks like we’ve got the place all to ourselves.” Jake glanced around and nodded nervously. She smiled to herself at his shyness, so uncharacteristic for him. Then she watched his eyes drop to her waist as her fingers toyed with the hem of her halter top. “That’s good, because I forgot my swim suit,” she said, a mischievous grin starting on her face. Jake’s eyes lit up and he forced himself to focus on her face.

“I…I don’t have mine either,” he said in a quiet voice.

Angie looked around as if trying to decide what to do, running her hands along her enticing curves as she did. Jake couldn’t stop his eyes from moving down and watching as her hands moved along her waist to the flare of her hips, then back up to the bare skin of her midriff. She turned back to him suddenly, catching him staring. When his face flushed with embarrassment, she laughed coquettishly and studied his own lean body, chewing seductively on her lower lip as she pictured him naked between her legs.

“So,” she finally said, looking up into his eyes. “You wanna?” Her hands slid up and grasped the bottom of her halter top.

He swallowed hard. “Um, ok.” She began to lift the top up and he stopped her. “Are you sure Steve’s ok with this?”

She smiled and nodded. “He’s cool, Jake. Relax.”

He took a deep breath and nodded. “All right then.”

She began to lift her top again and he watched with baited breath for her perfect tits to be revealed. Then she stopped. “Maybe we should stash our bikes, just in case someone comes along.”

Relieved that she hadn’t changed her mind, he nodded and they pushed their bikes into the trees. Before they stepped back out into the clearing, Angie grabbed his hand and turned him to face her. She smiled, her blue eyes sparkling with the same first time excitement and anticipation he was feeling. Before he realized it was happening, she was in his arms, her soft body pressed against his and their lips seeking the other’s. They kissed hard and hungrily, hands roaming over flesh and tugging at clothing.

Angie had at this point forgot all about swimming. All she wanted was to get naked right here and now and be ravaged by her boyfriend’s best friend. She pulled his hand to her breast and held it against the supple flesh, her hard nipple poking against his palm as their kiss intensified. Despite his initial nervousness, once the ice was broken, Jake’s instincts took over and he slipped his hand under her top, cupping and squeezing the soft mounds and pinching her erect nipples. Angie moaned softly and pushed her tongue deep into his mouth, her hands dropping down to his ass and pulling him even tighter to her.

Jake soon had both of her firm tits in his hands and she pulled off her halter to give him unrestricted access. He began nibbling on her earlobe, kissing her neck, then her shoulder, moving closer to those succulent pink nubs. Angie moaned her approval and pushed his head down until he took one of her tender nipples into his mouth.

“Oh, yes!” she murmured, “Suck it!”

Eager to comply, Jake began to suck on it, his tongue lolling in circles over her areola. Angie moaned louder, fully enjoying the feel of his mouth on her sensitive breast. He pleasured that one for several minutes, then switched over to the other one, lavishing the same attention on it. Whatever Jake’s sexual shortcomings might be, tittie-sucking certainly wasn’t one of them!

As pleasurable as this was, Angie needed more. Gently, she lifted his head from her breasts and smiled, then kissed him tenderly. While they kissed, her hands went to the button of his shorts and she soon had them undone. She reached inside and felt him gasp into her mouth as her fingers brushed, then gripped his hard cock. She began to stroke him, his hard shaft filling her hand. She felt a wetness coating her hand and used the precum as lube, gently caressing the soft tip.

She broke off the kiss and looked up into his eyes as she continued to pleasure him. He looked down at her hand massaging his stiff prick and closed his eyes, inhaling a deep breath before opening them again.

“You’re so hard,” she said. “Do you like when I do this, Jake?”

He nodded. “Fuck, yeah!”

Angie gave him an impish smile. “Then you’re gonna love this!”

Before he could respond, she dropped to a crouching position before him, her face only inches from his cock. She gave him a wink, then began to lick the tip of his cock, her eyes never leaving his face.

“Oh, fuck!” he groaned. Just the idea of finally having the sexy blonde was nearly enough to make him cum in his shorts and the feel of her warm, wet tongue on his cock was almost too much for him to bear. He felt his balls tingling and only through sheer willpower was he able to stop himself from blowing his load all over her pretty face. “Jesus, Angie!” he gasped. “I can’t take much more… of this!”

She stopped licking him and pulled back, licking her lips as she continued to pump his hard organ. “Do you want me to stop?”

He shook his head. “No! I mean… it feels great, but you’re gonna make me…”

“Cum?” she finished for him.

He nodded. “Y…yeah.”

She shrugged. “So cum…I don’t mind.”

“But…”

She kissed the swollen tip and smiled up at him. “But you want to fuck me, right?”

“Y…yeah,” he said, his face flushing even more.

“So…I get you off, then you lick my pussy. By the time you’re finished, you’ll be all ready to go!”

He only took a second to consider that and grinned, nodding. “Yeah! That’ll work!”

She giggled and eyed his cock, licking her lips, then looked back up at him. “So…may I…?”

“Fuck, yeah, babe…suck it!”

Angie smiled to herself. It seemed he was regaining some of his confidence and was becoming the Jake she’d come to know. She began to lick the soft tip again and he moaned his approval. With her eyes looking up at him, she pressed her lips against the head and slowly took him into her mouth, her cheeks dimpling as she began to suck on his throbbing cock. She felt his body twitch when she began to use her tongue to rub the underside as her mouth moved back and forth along the length of his shaft. She could taste a good amount of precum and knew it wouldn’t be long until it became the real thing. She really didn’t mind his cumming this quickly, as long as he returned the favor and was ready to fuck her after he brought to an orgasm orally.

She started to caress and fondle his balls and stroke the lower part of his shaft. Jake’s body began to tremble slightly and his hands dropped to her head. She began to work her mouth faster, sensing his impending release. His moans became louder and a few seconds later she felt his cock swell in her mouth. She pulled it out and opened her mouth as the first load shot out and landed on her tongue, splashing across her lips and the tip of her nose as well.

Jake groaned loudly and thrust his hips forward, releasing another shot across her cheek and up into her hair. She continued to pump his spurting cock until he was almost finished, then took the swollen tip back into her mouth, sucking gently on the tender flesh. He gasped as she sucked the remaining jism from him and looked down at her cum splattered face. She smiled up at him, opened her mouth to show the pool of cum on her tongue, then closed her mouth and swallowed. He watched as she parted her lips and stuck out her tongue to show she had indeed swallowed his seed.

“Fuck, that is so hot!” he exclaimed, returning her smile.

She wiped a streak of white cum from her cheek and sucked it from her finger before reaching into the back pocket of her shorts and retrieving a small packet of wet wipes.

She stood up and began to clean the rest of his load from her face and hair. Jake watched this gorgeous topless girl and knew he’d have absolutely no problem getting hard again and fucking her brains out. Even then, his cock was still hard and he had a feeling it was going to stay that way!

She finished cleaning herself and grinned at him. “Now it’s my turn!”

Jake nodded exuberantly, his eyes moving down to her sexy body in the tight shorts. He reached out and tugged at the button until it let go, then lowered the zipper. He glanced down and saw nothing but bare flesh through the open fly of her cut-offs. No panties.

He started to work the tight shorts over her hips, but it was difficult so she helped him, wriggling them down and stepping out of them onto the soft needles of the forest. She stood before him wearing nothing but a pair of white ankle socks and matching white sneakers. Her body was perfect, lean and sexy and her fully shaved pussy was swollen and moist. Fuck, she looked good! She took a step toward him until his still semi-hard cock bumped against her abdomen. She looked up at him, her eyes wild with lust.

Without hesitating, he dropped to his knees and inhaled the aroma of her dewy slit. At his gentle urging, she spread her legs and he leaned into the warm wetness of her aroused pussy. His tongue darted out and touched her inflamed labia, bringing a gasp of pleasure from her.

“Yes…lick me!” she panted, her hand pressing his head between her legs.

He was still new to this pussy-licking thing, but he’d learned a bit over the past couple of weeks, especially with Michelle and Kristi together. He began to lick up and down Angie’s slit, using his tongue to separate her outer lips and seek out the tender flesh inside. Angie began to rock her hips against his mouth and moaned softly. He was doing ok, but Michelle was right - he needed more training.

She reached down and tugged back the hood over her clit. “Lick here,” she whispered, circling the hard little pearl with her finger.

Jake moved his tongue up and began to tease her clit and she immediately let out a gasp of pleasure. “Oh, fuck yes! Like that! Oh, god…!”

Sensing he was really turning her on, Jake continued his assault on her little love button, but worked two fingers into her wet, heated hole as well. Angie’s moans of delight told him he was on the right track and he began to pump in and out of her as his tongue rolled and flicked over her sensitive clit.

Angie could feel her orgasm building. As inexperienced as Jake was, he took instruction very well and she grasped a nearby sapling to steady herself. He toyed with her clit and her climax grew closer and closer with every flick of his tongue. When he began to suck on it, she lost it. Her knees wobbled and her entire body began to shiver.

“Oh, shit…!” she gasped, holding his head tight to her pussy with one hand while gripping the small tree with the other. “I’m…cumming…!”

Her words seemed to invigorate Jake and he began sucking harder on her engorged clit, rolling his tongue over it as he did. It was all too much for Angie and she felt the first rush of pleasure roll through her like a tidal wave, her knees almost collapsing as the rest of her body tensed up. She grit her teeth and groaned, her eyes tightly closed, as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her.

Finally, she began to gasp and pant and Jake sensed she’d had enough. He pulled his mouth from her spasming pussy and looked up at her flushed face as she gasped for air. His fingers remained inside her and a trail of her juices coated his hand and ran down his arm, dripping from his elbow. She jerked every time he moved his fingers even slightly and eventually he pulled them out, allowing her body to relax.

When he pulled his fingers from her dripping snatch, she dropped to her knees in front of him and kissed his wet lips, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth. They kissed for several seconds, then she pulled back and gave him a somewhat sleepy smile.

“Wow, that was…wonderful!”

He grinned at her and raised his wet hand to show her. “I didn’t know girls could cum like that!”

She grinned and took his hand, pulling it to her lips. “That means I was really turned on!”

Keeping her eyes locked on his, she methodically cleaned his fingers one by one, licking her lips as she relished the taste of her own cum. Jake felt his already rejuvenated cock grow even harder at the sight of this sexy, naked girl licking her juices from his fingers.

“Holy fuck, Angie…that is so hot!”

She finished cleaning off his fingers and released the last one with a popping sound. “I love pussy as much as I do cock,” she said. She looked down at his fully erect member protruding from his open shorts. “Speaking of which…”

Before they could do anything, they both stopped at the sound of voices. Someone was coming down the path to the clearing! As if by unspoken signal, they both said nothing, but moved so that they could peer out from the bushes and see who had invaded the sanctity of their little sexual tryst.

At first, neither could see anyone, but the voices were getting louder and they could plainly make out at least two female voices and the lower laugh of a guy. Jake glanced down at his own open shorts, then over to Angie, who still wore nothing but socks and sneakers. He should have been terrified at the possibility of being caught like this, and he had to admit he was a little afraid. But Angie’s naked body next to him was also bringing out other feelings - the kind that made his cock grow even harder. He placed a hand on her back and began to rub it almost unconsciously as they watched the people come into their line of sight.

It turned out there were five altogether - three girls and two guys. He recognized all of them from school. They’d all been sophomores last year and would be seniors when school started in September. One of the girls, a tall, leggy blonde named Jennifer Elcar, was walking hand in hand with Evan Stark, a big full-back on the varsity football team. They’d been a couple all last year at school and it seemed their relationship was still on. Besides being Evan’s girlfriend, she was also a cheerleader, as were the two other girls.

The other three walked a little behind them. One of the girls, Ashley Morrison, was in one of Jake’s classes and he had a small crush on her. She was short, barely over five feet, with shoulder length dark hair and big, brown eyes. Her body fit her height, small and thin, but with all the right curves. She was wearing cut-off jeans and a black bikini top and he was surprised at how full her tits were. From the way she dressed at school, he didn’t think they were that big, although they could have filled out over the summer.

Walking next to her was Mandi Banks. She had long, straight, almost black hair and the delicate facial features that suggested at least some Asian ancestry. She was also wearing a bikini top and shorts and her firm, perky tits barely moved as she walked.

Behind the girls came John Makoff, another varsity football player. He was carrying a backpack over one shoulder, along a smaller one in each hand. No doubt Ashley and Mandi’s. Jake tried to remember if John was seeing either of them, but couldn’t recall him having any regular girlfriend.

Angie turned to him and whispered, “Do you know them?”

Jake nodded. “They’ll be seniors at school this fall.” He pointed out each one and told her their names.

Angie nodded and grinned. “Think we’ll get a show?” She gestured toward Evan and Jennifer, who were unfolding a big beach towel to lay on. They were laughing and touching one another in a way that suggested they were both in the mood for a little afternoon delight.

Jake shook his head, chuckling to himself. She liked to watch, too? “I doubt it - not with the others here.” She shot him a look that said ‘What does that have to do with it?’ and winked, as if everyone was a sexually open as they all were.

Mandi and Ashley were spreading out a huge towel a few yards away and John placed his right next to theirs. The girls stripped off their shorts and Jake couldn’t pull his eyes from their sexy bikini-clad bodies. Jennifer was wearing an extremely small thong style and from the back it almost looked like she had nothing on at all. Angie picked up on it and nudged him.

“Fuck, she looks hot!”

Jake nodded, unable to pull his eyes from Jennifer’s sexy bikini, even though he had a beautiful naked girl kneeling right there next to him. As all three girls stretched out to do some sunbathing, John and Evan peeled off their t-shirts and ran to the rope, each swinging far out before dropping into the water with a loud yell before the water silenced them.

After watching the guys leap into the creek, Angie turned to the girls, their slender, sexy bodies lying out on the ground, and found herself becoming very aroused. She reached down and grasped Jake’s fully hard cock, stroking it. He moaned softly, trying to keep from making too much noise. While he desperately wanted to fuck her, he was afraid any sound or movement would alert the others and they’d be discovered lurking naked in the bushes. What a mess that would make when school started! He’d be labeled as a pervert for the rest of his high school career!

But Angie didn’t seem to pick up on his nervous trepidation, her thoughts fully focused on sex. Just the very thought of having sex while all these strangers were only a few yards away was making her very excited. Her hand began to pump Jake’s cock more fervently until she could feel a sheen of precum coating his shaft. She looked up at him.

“I want you to fuck me…right now!” she whispered.

Jake was thoroughly enjoying her hand job and looked down at her in surprise. “But, they might hear us!” he exclaimed in a hoarse whisper.

Angie shrugged and grinned. “So? That’s what makes it exciting!” She turned and knelt down on all fours, presenting her beautiful ass to him, wriggling it seductively and looking back at him with the same mischievous grin. “Come on, Jake…fuck me!”

Torn between getting caught and finally getting to fuck the hot blonde, he hesitated for only a brief second, then moved as quietly as he could behind her. He could feel the heat from her pussy as the tip of his cock touched her swollen labia. She moaned softly and pushed back until his head parted her lips and slipped into her hot tunnel. At that point, he was powerless to do nothing but push his entire length deep into her steamy depths, sighing as her warm wetness engulfed his inflamed cock.

“Ohhh…yesss…” she murmured.

He looked out into the clearing, certain that their movements and moans had alerted the others, but Jennifer was lying on her stomach and chatting with the others while the guys were still swimming. As he pulled back and thrust once again into Angie’s sweet cunt, Jake noticed that Jennifer’s bikini top was untied and lying on the towel under her. Then Angie began to push back and grind her pussy down onto his cock and he returned his attention to her.

Angie felt Jake’s cock fill her aching twat and sighed in relief as she finally had what she was longing for. She opened her eyes and peered through the bushes in front of her so she could watch and fantasize about the three sexy girls as he fucked her. The leggy blonde - Jennifer, she remembered - was untying her top and from her position Angie had a nice view of the side of her full tit as she lay on the towel. She imagined herself sucking on it as Jake began to pump in and out of her dripping snatch, his subdued grunts coinciding with each thrust.

Jake was caught up in a conflict of desire and not getting caught. Angie’s pussy was so tight and hot that he wanted to cry out every time his hard cock plunged into her. The fact that they might get caught was exciting and he found he had to pause to quell his orgasm more than once. She was more than just a hot chick to him and maintaining control wasn’t easy. From the first time he’d seen her that summer in Steve’s kitchen wearing nothing but a pair of panties and one of Steve’s shirts, he’d wanted her like he’d wanted no other girl. Now he was having her, but had to remain quiet, and it was like some form of delicious torture.

Angie began to moan louder and her hips moved even faster. He noticed her hand was diddling her clit and he could feel her fingers brush his cock as their pace increased. He could feel a swelling in his balls and knew that there’d be no stopping himself this time. As his orgasm built toward release, he sensed Angie’s body starting to twitch and shake. Her fingers flew over and around her clit and he suddenly reached the point of no return, thrusting all the way into her molten sheath.

He came hard, and had to put a hand over his mouth to quiet his scream of pleasure. Angie’s pussy clenched on his cock and it felt like she was literally milking the cum from his balls, causing him to experience a sense of pleasure like never before. Spots danced before his eyes as his load was squeezed from his cock in one long, unending stream. He heard Angie cry out and was certain the others must have heard her, but he was too wrapped up in his own pleasure to do anything about it.

Angie felt her orgasm build up and suddenly explode as Jake’s cock erupted inside her. She grunted and bit down on her lip to stifle her cries as wave after wave of orgasmic delight swept through her. She managed to get a look out into the clearing and saw Jennifer glance over their way, almost making her heart stop. But then one of the other girls said something and she turned back to them. As she slowly came down from her orgasm, she felt a river of cum dripping from her lips. Jake had stopped moving and she could hear his gasping breaths as he tried to keep quiet.

Finally, she felt him slip out and pushed herself to a kneeling position, the cum seeping from her distended cunt and dripping to the ground. She grinned up at him, his face as flushed as she was certain hers was, and grinned.

“Wow! That was hot!” she whispered.

Jake returned her grin and merely nodded, glancing out at the three girls. “Looks like they didn’t hear,” he said, a tone of relief in his hushed voice, “but I don’t see how they couldn’t have!”

Angie moved closer and whispered into his ear. “I think Jennifer did, but she looked away again. Probably thought it was a squirrel or something!”

Jake swallowed hard. That was too close. He began to fasten up his shorts and Angie placed a hand on his before he could. “What are you doing?”

He gave her a curious look. “I’m getting dressed so we can get out of here!”

She shook her head. “And how are we going to do that? We left our bikes right over there!” She pointed to a spot just a few yards from where the others were.

Jake frowned. “Shit, you’re right. I forgot about that.” He looked down at her nude body. “So what do we do?”

Angie grinned. “Let’s stay here and see if they start fucking!”

Jake stifled a laugh. “They aren’t going to fuck!”

“Why not?”

“Because not everyone has sex in front of their friends, or out in the open where anyone could wander in!”

Angie frowned, conceding his point. “I guess not, but you never know, right? Maybe they’re into group sex too!”

He rolled his eyes. “Angie, c’mon…think.”

She smiled to herself. It was so fun to tease him. She wanted to stay because the idea of being naked just a short distance from them was a huge turn-on and she wanted to have more sex before they lost the opportunity. She wished Steve or Michelle were here to enjoy this thrill with her. Her fingers plucked at his shorts. “C’mon, get naked with me!” She gave him a seductive look and pinched at her nipples, nibbling demurely on her lower lip. “I’ll suck your cock again…”

He looked at her, his eyes traveling down to her firm tits as she teased her nipples to full hardness. His cock wasn’t quite soft, but almost. And even though he’d already cum twice in the last hour, the thought of his cock in her mouth was enough to start it growing again, or at least stop the deflation.

“Fuck, Angie…we’ll get busted for sure!”

“‘Fuck Angie’,” she repeated, looking thoughtful, “Sounds like a plan!”

Jake rolled his eyes as she took his wet, semi-limp cock in her hand and began to work it. “No wonder you need more than one lover! Holy shit!” He quickly slipped his shorts off, deciding this was something he wasn’t going to spoil by being afraid of getting caught.

She laughed quietly and placed his hand on her left tit. She showed him how she liked him to rub circles around her nipples, then pinch and tug on them. They turned back to watch the girls as they manually pleasured each other.

Nothing much happened beyond some conversation that they couldn’t quite hear. It didn’t take Angie long to have Jake’s cock once again back to full attention, but she slowed down once she did. She wasn’t sure how many more times he’d be able to cum and she wanted to make the most of every opportunity. Jake’s fingers had moved from her tits down to her pussy, and she coached him on how to stimulate her clit. He was a quick study and almost had her to the brink of another orgasm when John and Evan returned from their swim and joined the girls.

John plopped down next to Jennifer, shaking his wet hair over her bare back. She squealed and lifted up, exposing her bare breasts for only a brief second to the two naked voyeurs in the bushes. Angie and Jake exchanged a silent look of guilty pleasure, then turned back to the unsuspecting subjects of their naughty game.

Jennifer sat up, holding her bikini top to her breasts and chided Evan for getting her wet. He leaned in and said something they couldn’t hear, but from the expression on her face, it was probably something about how she usually enjoyed when he made her wet. She giggled and slapped him playfully. He responded by glancing over at their companions, who were chatting and not really paying much attention to them, then slid a hand under her bikini top and fondled her tit. She gasped and looked over to make sure they weren’t being watched, then moved so that his body blocked the other’s view and dropped her top. He looked down at her topless body and began to kiss her, his hands squeezing her firm tits.

While the other three couldn’t see what was going on, Angie and Jake had a front row seat. Jennifer turned away from her friends, her back against Evan’s chest, and facing directly at the bushes they were hiding behind. Angie felt a new tingle of arousal as she watched Evan’s fingers caress and tease Jennifer’s beautiful tits. As if sensing her desire, Jake reached over and began to fondle hers, mimicking Evan’s technique. She moaned her approval, pleased that he seemed to know what she wanted with her having to tell him. He was improving rapidly from this little trial by fire she was putting him through.

They watched the couple making out for several minutes. Jennifer’s hand was behind her and from the look on Evan’s face, she was giving him a little rub as he teased her tits. He leaned in and whispered something into her ear and she nodded, her breasts heaving.

He released her tits and she pulled her top back on. Once she had it tied, he turned to the others.

“We’re gonna take a little walk,” he called out to them. “Be back in a bit!”

John waved at him and went back to his conversation with Mandi and Ashley. As Jennifer and Evan gathered up their towel and started off into the woods, Angie grasped Jake’s hand.

“Let’s follow them!” she whispered.

This came as no surprise to Jake, nor was he surprised when she told him he could bring his shorts, but not to put them on. Together, they watched the couple slip into the woods and follow a faint trail that led to another small spot on the creek bank. Jake knew where it led and he and Angie slipped as quietly as possible along the waters’ edge until they arrived at the same time as Evan and Jennifer did. They found a suitable spot several yards away behind a large rock and some bushes and got comfortable while Evan spread out the towel on a small patch of grass.

Jennifer watched him, her fingers moving across her bikini-clad tits. From where they hid, her erect nipples were plainly visible through the dark fabric and there was some very obvious camel toe between her legs. Angie also noted a prominent bulge in Evan’s shorts and was excited at the thought of seeing his big cock pumping into the sexy blonde’s pussy.

Evan finished with the towel and walked up to Jennifer, taking her into his arms. They were about the same distance away as they’d been at the main clearing, but the creek was smoother here and less noisy, so they could hear a little better. On the downside, Evan and Jennifer would also be able to hear them better if they weren’t careful.

“You look so good in that bikini,” they heard him say as he stepped back and admired her lithe body. She smiled at him and pulled him in for a kiss. He murmured something into her ear and she giggled, then his hands went behind her back. A few seconds later, he pulled back, bringing her bikini top with him. He dropped it to the grass, his eyes taking in her full breasts. She blushed a little, then they moved together again in another passionate kiss.

Angie and Jake stared at the scene unfolding before them. She nudged him in the ribs and mouthed, ‘I told you so!’ Jake just grinned and looked back over at the couple. They’d turned around somewhat and now Jennifer’s bare ass was presented to them, the thin strip of her thong disappearing between the globes of her tight ass cheeks. Evan’s hands moved down her back and cupped each cheek, squeezing it and pulling her body tight to his. He broke off the kiss and said something too low for them to hear, but a second later it became apparent what he’d said.

Jennifer dropped to her knees before him and began to pull down his still wet shorts. As Angie and Jake watched, his hardon was revealed to them, thick and long. Angie smiled to herself. Maybe a little bigger than Steve, but not much. And nowhere near the size of Artie’s huge cock. She reached over and began to stroke Jake again, bringing a soft murmur of pleasure from him. He was still hard and she couldn’t wait to fulfill her earlier promise to him.

Jennifer began pumping Evan’s hard cock as he kicked off his shorts. He looked down and met her eyes, then placed a hand on her head and guided her mouth to his groin. She didn’t resist, and took his cock into her mouth without a hint of hesitation. Angie looked over at Jake and motioned for him to lie down on his back. She had every intention of blowing him but wanted to be able to watch the sex taking place on the creek bank. If all went well, she could finish him off at the same time Jennifer finished Evan.

As Angie took her place kneeling next to Jake’s prone form, she wondered absently if cheerleaders swallowed. She lowered her mouth to the red tip of Jake’s cock and took it into her mouth, murmuring quietly as she took him all the way to the back of her throat. Jake moaned and alternated between watching her and the action on the other side of the bushes.

Jennifer sucked on Evan’s cock for some time before he finally began to show signs he was about to cum. “Oh, fuck, baby!” he moaned, “I’m gonna blow!”

Jennifer pulled off and began jerking on his cock, looking up at him. Angie frowned. Cheerleaders. As if a mouthful of cum was going to hurt anyone. She continued to suckle Jake’s cock while Jennifer jerked off Evan until he came on her tits, groaning loudly. Angie looked up at Jake, who shrugged. She released his cock with a popping sound and stroked it.

“Do you want to cum in my mouth…” she asked in a hushed whisper, “…or would you rather fuck me again?”

Jake considered his choices, then said, “I want to fuck you.”

She smiled and nodded, then lie down with her head on his chest, watching as Evan helped Jennifer clean his jism from her tits with some baby wipes from her backpack. ‘What a waste,’ she thought, imagining herself licking his hot load from those gorgeous tits.

When they finished cleaning her up, Evan pulled her to her feet, then knelt down and began to work her skimpy thong from her ass crack and down those long, svelte legs. She picked up each foot and allowed him to take it completely off, standing perfectly nude in the midday sun. He looked up at her, then stood and embraced her, their naked flesh pressing together as they shared another hot kiss.

Angie hoped Evan would return the oral favor and that Jake would also take the initiative, and when Evan beckoned for Jennifer to lie down and spread her legs, she could see that his cock still wasn’t quite hard enough to fuck. Sure enough, he knelt at her feet and dropped his head between those sexy thighs. Jennifer suddenly threw her head back and cried out, her hands tugging at the grass as Evan’s head began to move up and down between her long legs.

Angie lifted her head and peered up at Jake. He grinned, knowing what she wanted, and motioned for her to straddle him. She climbed on in a sixty-nine position, and lowered her snatch to his mouth. He grasped her hips and pulled her down, his tongue snaking into her hot pussy. She sat up and grabbed her tits, fully engrossed in the wonderful feelings.

She watched as Evan must have targeted Jennifer’s clit. She cried out and her back arched up off the towel. Her hands went to Evan’s bobbing head, her fingers entwining in his hair and forcing his face tighter to her pussy.

As Jennifer’s orgasm engulfed her, Angie felt her own pussy begin the contractions she knew were the first phases of orgasm. She began to moan, her murmurs of delight causing him to moan into her pussy, increasing her sensations. She grasped the base of his cock and began to pump it as her orgasm neared. Her climax grew closer and she brought her hand up and clamped it firmly over her mouth. The combination of having her pussy eaten while watching the two seniors doing it had aroused her more than ever and she knew this was going to be a powerful orgasm. She didn’t want to risk being heard.

She felt her pussy spasm and took one last look at Jennifer and Evan lying on the towel before closing her eyes and surrendering to the sensations. Her pussy contracted and she felt her stomach muscles tighten as she climaxed and released, moaning heavily. She felt a gush of fluid spew from her wet cunt and gush into his mouth. Jake tried to swallow it all, but some leaked down his cheeks and coated his face with her sweet nectar.

Her pussy was now extremely sensitive and she lifted herself from his mouth. After cumming a few times, she was going to need a little break to allow herself to desensitize a little. She leaned down and gave his cock a quick kiss and a little suck, then lifted her head and carefully climbed off of him. She grinned down at his wet face and he returned her smile. Then she glanced over to where Evan and Jennifer were and saw that they were lying on the towel talking and making out a little. Then Evan rolled over on top of her and she opened her legs. He settled in and they could see the look of pleasure on her face as she accepted his hard cock.

Deciding that she also needed a cock in her overworked cunt, Angie lay back and spread her legs wide, motioning to Jake. He got to his knees between them and she placed both ankles on his shoulders. He placed the tip of his swollen cock against her equally swollen lips and pushed. She gasped as her aching hole was filled with his hardness, then pulled him down and kissed him as he buried his entire length in her hot, wet snatch.

They began a slow fuck, watching as Evan and Jennifer moaned and twisted on their towel. After several minutes, Evan pulled out and flipped her over, guiding her to her knees, then began to fuck her doggie style. Angie and Jake continued in the same position, both enjoying the feel of their bodies pressing together. Angie wasn’t sure if her tender pussy would allow her to cum again, but the sight of the others fucking faster and faster just a few yards away was certainly turning her on.

After several minutes, Evan began to moan and Angie distinctly heard him say he was going to cum. She watched as his face contorted and he slammed hard into Jennifer’s pussy, finally letting out a long, agonizing groan and emptied himself in her steamy cunt. That was enough for Angie and she felt her pussy contracting as Jake’s own breathing became halting. When she felt his hot load filling her, she came with him, although not with the same intensity as her previous orgasms.

When they finally came down and relaxed in one another’s arms, they looked out and saw that Evan and Jennifer were also cuddling together, seeming to be in no hurry to get back to their friends.

Angie motioned in the direction of the clearing and whispered, “C’mon, let’s go see what the others are doing!”

She stood and Jake watched her naked ass slip into the bushes, then got up to follow her. The others were no doubt doing the same thing they were doing when they left them - just sunbathing. But then again, she’d been right about Evan and Jennifer.

As silently as possible, they made their way back to the where they’d been before. As they crouched down and peered through the bushes, Jake could see that he’d been right. The three were still sitting or lounging around and talking. None of them were naked and no one was having sex. Angie turned to him, a disappointed look on her pretty face.

“Aw, damn…I was hoping to see those two get it on!” She pointed to Mandi and Ashley.

Jake chuckled. “Not all girls are into girls, you know,” he reminded her with a playful spank on her ass.

Angie giggled. “I know, but I had a feeling about those two. I dunno how to explain it, but they feel like more than friends to me.”

Jake rolled his eyes. As hot as it was to imagine the girl he had a crush on making out with the sexy Ashley, there was no way they were into one another. How would they be able to keep that a secret if it were true. Then he thought of Michelle and Kristi. And Angie, too, of course. Who would have ever suspected it of them?

As he was considering that, John got to his feet and said he was going for another swim. Neither of the girls accepted his invitation to join him, so he ran off and jumped into the water. Ashley watched him go, then looked over at Mandi. The cute little brunette was lying back on the towel with her eyes closed, one leg bent at the knee. Jake felt Angie’s hand tighten on his as they watched Ashley’s eyes take in her friend’s sexy body, stealing occasional glances up to make sure her eyes were still closed. Angie leaned in closer to Jake.

“See! I told you!”

Jake watched the two bikini-clad girls in astonishment. There was no doubt that Ashley was indeed checking out Mandi’s body, but was it in a sexual way or was she simply admiring another beautiful girl? As they watched, Ashley began to say something. They inched a little closer so they could make out what they were saying.

“…ever let him go down on you?” Ashley was saying.

Mandi turned to her friend. “Sure, wouldn’t you?”

Ashley glanced toward the creek. “Maybe, I mean, would he expect me to do it too?”

“It isn’t that bad,” Mandi replied, picking up her bottle of lotion. “Would you mind doing my back?” Ashley nodded and accepted the bottle. Mandi sat up and untied her bikini top, looked over to make sure John was still out of sight, then pulled it off. For only a brief second, her naked breasts were in full view of the two teens skulking in the bushes before she lay back down on her stomach. Ashley moved over next to her friend and squeezed out some of the lotion onto her bare back. As she began to slowly and methodically rub it into Mandi’s skin, her eyes moved down to her bikini clad butt and Angie nudged Jake. He nodded, not taking his eyes off the two teens. Even to him, it was plainly obvious Ashley had more on her mind than just applying lotion.

However, that was all that happened. She finished up and then lay down next to Mandi, closing her eyes against the bright sunshine. Angie gave Jake a disappointed shrug, then settled down to wait until they left so they could safely retrieve their bikes.

About five minutes later, John returned from his swim and stood talking to the girls as he toweled off. The chat was banal, school and football season; whether or not the girls would try out for cheerleading. Jake was getting bored and was considering pulling his shorts back on when Angie turned to him with that same devilish grin on her face, her eyes moving down to his flaccid cock. He couldn’t believe she was still horny!

Without saying a word, she took him in her hand and he felt a surge as his cock began to grow once again. She grinned up at him and licked her lips, then knelt down and began to lick and tease his growing erection until it was fully hard. As he watched the three older kids sunbathing, her lips pushed down over his renewed member and she began to suck hard on it, taking him deep into her mouth. He closed his eyes as the wonderful sensation of her warm, wet mouth engulfed his cock, then looked down at her blond hair as her head bobbed up and down in his lap. It felt so good that he wanted to cry out and tell her to suck him, call her a little slut, and generally talk dirty the way he had a feeling she liked. After all, Michelle told him to do that while he fucked the shit out of her, so he was certain Angie liked it too.

But a glance into the clearing told him that anything over a low moan would be heard by the others, so he satisfied himself with the thought that he would have the opportunity to do that in the future. With a great effort, he controlled himself as she slowly coaxed another load from his overworked balls. It took some time, but she was very adept at giving head and when she was finally rewarded with another, somewhat smaller mouthful of semen, she murmured contentedly and swallowed every drop.

She sat up, licking her lips and grinning. They heard footsteps coming through the woods and turned to see Evan and Jennifer making their way back to their friends. Soon, all five were gathered in the clearing once again. Mandi had replaced her bikini top sometime during Angie’s blowjob and after a few minutes, they began to gather up their things to leave.

“I guess this was just an excuse for Evan and Jennifer to fuck,” Angie whispered.

Jake nodded. Once he got over the taboo of spying on people having sex, he’d actually enjoyed himself. Of course, being naked in the woods with a hot, horny, and equally naked nymphomaniac didn’t hurt. Once the older teens disappeared into the woods, they stepped out of their hiding place, still naked (at Angie’s insistence). She embraced and kissed him, then looked toward the creek. “We never did take that swim,” she said with a grin. “And now I’m really all sweaty!”

With a chuckle, Jake nodded. They both kicked off their sneakers and ran off the bank, splashing into the cool water. They swam and played for a few minutes, then climbed out and lay on the grass, letting the warm sun dry their bodies before finally getting dressed.

Jake pulled on his shorts and t-shirt and watched as she adjusted her tits inside her halter top. She looked up at him and grinned, her hard nipples leaving little bumps in her top.

“Ashley was pretty sexy, wasn’t she?” she said, picking up her bike.

Jake nodded. “She’s hot. So is Mandi.”

They began to push their bikes toward the path. “Yes, she is too. But Ashley likes girls, no question about it. You saw the way she was checking out Mandi’s ass.” She thought for a moment. “I think I’m going to try out for cheerleader. Maybe I can get to know her.”

Jake shook his head with a smile. Just how many sex partners did she need? “You’ll make it,” he said. “You’re too fucking hot not to.”

She leaned in and kissed him. “Thanks, baby. You’re pretty fucking hot yourself!”

They pushed their bikes up the path through the woods, both too worn out from the afternoon of sex to peddle uphill over the rough trail, then rode down the road toward town. Before they split up to go their separate ways, they agreed that all of them would have to get together soon for a full on orgy. With a smile and a wave, Angie rode away, her perfect ass looking oh so good on the tiny seat. Jake watched her go, then headed for home. He needed to go home and replace some fluids. And maybe take a nap.

re removing the tags, she thought about how school was going to affect their sex lives. Sure, they’d still be able to sneak off to the creek after school for a little while, but what about when the weather turned too cold for outdoor activities? She supposed they could go to Artie’s house or somewhere else where no one would be home until dinner, but she hated the restrictions that placed on them. Not to mention the chance of a parent coming home early and catching them. And she was really beginning to enjoy sex outdoors.

She sighed and tossed the new clothes into a pile to be washed, then glanced at the clock on her night stand. Two-thirty. She picked up the phone and called the O’Connell’s, but only got voice mail. Where was Angie? She could have gone to the mall and they could easily have missed one another. She knew Kristi was off with her older sister Katie, who was going to college in California and stayed out there over the summer except for a couple of weeks when she came home to visit. Kristi and Katie were very close and she wondered just how much she’d let on about her recent sexual activities. No doubt she’d tell her she was no longer a virgin, but doubted she’d go into details. Katie was cool, but there were some things you just didn’t tell your older sister, no matter how cool she was.

She decided to take a bike ride, maybe go down to the lumber yard where Steve was working and see if he knew where she might be. The afternoon was still young and there was the chance she and Angie could still spend a couple of hours alone together. Or maybe they could find Jake and give him another workout. She grinned as she pushed her bike out of the garage and started down the street. Now that would be a fun afternoon!

She rolled into the dusty parking lot of the lumber yard about fifteen minutes later and spotted Steve standing by one of the huge open overhead doors talking with a couple of the guys he worked with. She coasted through the gate and pulled up to a stop about thirty feet away and waved at him. Steve waved back and his coworkers gave her a quick once-over before wandering off into the warehouse. Steve came over and gave her a quick kiss.

“Hey, this is a nice surprise! What’s up?”

She got off her bike and leaned it against the building. “Nothing much. I’ve been out shopping all morning. I tried to call Angie when I got home but there was no answer. I thought maybe you might know where she is.”

Steve shook his head. “No, I don’t. Sorry.” He thought for a moment. Angie had mentioned wanting to talk to Jake. “She might be with Jake. She said she wanted to talk to him…sort of see how he’s measuring up, I guess.”

Michelle nodded. “Maybe they went to the creek.”

She saw a flash of darkness cross his face, but it passed quickly. They both knew that if Angie and Jake were at the creek, chances were good they weren’t swimming. Michelle smiled and gave him a warm hug.

“Don’t worry, Steve…you’re the one she loves.”

He returned her smile, nodding almost convincingly. “Yeah, I know. It’s just hard to think of her alone with him.”

She put her arms around his neck and gave him a deep, passionate kiss. He seemed startled at first, then returned it for several seconds before pushing her gently away. “We better stop,” he said, looking around. Fortunately, none of his coworkers or any customers were in sight. Michelle nodded, smiling apologetically.

“Sorry…I don’t want to get you into trouble.”

He smiled and brought her hand to his lips. “It’s ok, I won’t get into trouble.” He glanced back into the dark warehouse. “Although if Bill or Jack saw that, they’ll be riding my ass for the next few days!”

She giggled and discreetly rubbed her hand over his crotch. “Then we better not do what I really wanted to do!”

Steve laughed and gave her another quick peck on the lips. “Don’t ever change, Michelle.”

She gave him a seductive wink. “Not a chance!” She went over to her bike and straddled the seat, her long tanned legs stretching to the ground. “I better go so you can get back to work. Why don’t we all get together after dinner?”

He nodded. “Sounds great.”

They said their goodbyes and he watched her ride away, her long hair flowing out behind her as she picked up speed. When she was gone from sight, he turned and went back into the warehouse. He hadn’t gone too far when Bill and Jack, two guys who worked full time, stepped out from behind a pile of plywood, grinning. ‘Oh, shit,’ Steve thought, rolling his eyes.

“Now, I may be mistaken, Bill,” Jack said, folding his arms over his chest, “…but I could’ve sworn ‘ole Cassanova here was dating a blonde girl…” He held out a hand about five and half feet from the floor. “…cute little thing…about this big, wasn’t she?”

Bill grinned, nodding. “I do believe you’re right, Jack.” His eyes twinkled as he looked over at the blushing Steve. “So, do tell, Mr O’Connell…just how many girls are you dating at the moment?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “C’mon guys, we need to fill that order by five.”

They ignored his attempt to change the subject. Bill continued. “As a matter of fact, I’ve seen both of those girls together, like they was good friends or sumthin’.” Jack’s eyebrows raised as if in mock surprise.

“Oh, is that so? That’s very interesting, Bill,” Jack mused, trying hard not to crack a smile.

Bill nodded, still grinning at Steve. “Interesting, yes…yes it is.”

Finally, Steve relented with a sigh. “Ok, ok…they’re friends. So what?”

“Well, young fella,” Bill said, “Do they know you’re diddling both of them?” At that, Steve’s face flushed red and both men broke out in loud, knee slapping laughter. He forced himself to look away and say nothing. If they only knew the truth, he thought, they’d soon stop laughing and he’d be practically a god in their eyes.

As luck would have it, a pickup truck pulled into the yard and a man stepped out holding a yellow pick slip. Steve jumped on the opportunity to escape their good-natured ribbing and hurried over to fill the order.

　

Chapter 77

　

Angie pedaled slowly toward home, keeping her tender pussy a little off the tiny bicycle seat. As much as she enjoyed sex, that much in such a short span of time really made her sore. She was happy that she and Jake had the opportunity to hook up, though. And having the other teenagers nearby while they did really got her motor running. The only part she regretted is that she may be too tender to have sex with Steve later, and he’d know exactly why. She hoped he wouldn’t be hurt or jealous. After all, she did tell him she wanted to get together with Jake and he’d already seen her with Artie, not to mention Kristi and Michelle.

She pulled into the O’Connell’s driveway and slowly climbed off the bike, then pushed it past their car toward the garage, limping slightly. Her parents were off finalizing some of the house paperwork and their van wasn’t there. She leaned it against the back wall of the garage and went into the house, planning to take a long, soothing shower. Cathy’s voice stopped her before she could start down the stairs to the basement.

“Angie? Is that you?”

She poked her head into the kitchen, where Cathy stood at the sink, drying her hands.

“Hi.”

Cathy smiled and nodded toward the kitchen table. “Do you have a minute? I’d like to talk to you about something.”

Angie nodded, but she felt a knot forming in her stomach. If Steve’s mother wanted to talk to her alone, it probably had something to do with her and Steve, or to be more precise, her and Steve’s sex life. “Sure, I guess. I was just going to take a quick shower.” She went up into the kitchen and took a seat across the table from Cathy, her eyes meeting the older woman’s unfalteringly. “What’s up?”

Cathy smiled at the pretty blonde. It was easy to see why Steve found her so attractive. She was almost the spitting image of her very sexy mother. “Well, we’ve never really talked and since you and Steve seem to be getting pretty serious, I thought we should have a little chat. You know - girl stuff.” Angie nodded and forced a smile. Something in Cathy’s eyes told her she had something a little more specific she wanted to talk about, but she decided to play along.

“Ok, sure…I’d like that.”

They chatted for a couple of minutes about how much she was looking forward to moving into their new house and starting school in the fall. Finally, there was a lull in the conversation. Cathy fidgeted with a napkin for a few seconds, then took a deep breath and looked up at Angie. “I guess there’s really no easy way to bring this up, so I’ll just come out and ask.” Angie felt the knot tighten and hoped her expression didn’t betray her nervousness. Cathy met her eyes. “Are you and Michelle both dating Steve?”

Angie swallowed hard and lowered her eyes. How the hell did she figure that out? Cathy let out a long sigh. “I’ll take it from your silence that’s a yes.” Angie nodded slightly, but didn’t look up. Cathy reached out and took her hand. “Look, Angie, I really like you a lot. I think of you as the daughter I never had, especially since you’ve been staying here. And Steve’s never seemed happier.” Angie looked up at her and she paused. “But I don’t want to see any of you get hurt. If you and Steve were only dating casually, I wouldn’t even be bringing this up. It’s good for him to be with different girls, so he’ll have a better understanding of what he wants when he finally settles down. But you told me you were in love. Is that true? Because if you are, that changes everything.”

Angie hesitated for almost a full ten seconds before replying. She nodded her head and looked up into her eyes. “Yes, I do love him - very much.” She paused. “And so does Michelle.”

Cathy blew out another long breath and sat back in her chair. “Oh, boy.”

Angie shook her head. “It’s ok - really. We aren’t having any problems at all.”

“Angie, honey, you’re a smart girl. Surely you can see how this can only end badly. Eventually he’s going to have to chose one of you and the other will be devastated.”

Angie sat there without answering, her eyes darting around the room. Cathy suddenly seemed to come to a realization. “Unless…oh no, Angie…you three aren’t…”

Angie felt her face heat up and lowered her head. That was as good as admitting they were having sex together. Cathy got up and walked over to the counter, staring out the window. So her hunch, as wild as it’d been, was correct. How did this happen? Had one of them seen her and Alan together with Angie’s parents? But they were so careful! Now she was faced with the choice of being a hypocrite or condoning their kids’ lifestyle. For a long moment, she said nothing, the tension heavy in the air. Finally she spoke without turning around.

“I’m not going to say anything to your parents, Angie. Your Mom and Dad are just starting to come to grips with you and Steve having sex. I don‘t think they could handle knowing you like girls too.” She turned around to face her. “But you’re going to have to tell them sometime.” She went back over and sat down again. “Are you sure you’re ready for this? I mean, there are a lot of adults who aren’t able to do that.”

Angie kept her eyes lowered and nodded, speaking quietly. “We all love one another. It’s no big deal.”

Cathy sighed again. It was hard to argue with her because she knew it was possible to maintain an open, loving relationship. She just couldn’t tell her that.

“Ok, honey. We’ll leave it at that for now.” She reached over and took Angie’s hand and she looked up. “Please be careful. And promise me something; if you ever need to talk to someone about this, I’m there for you, ok?” Angie nodded, but without much enthusiasm. Cathy gave her hand a gentle squeeze, then let it go. “Ok, go take your shower.”

　

Chapter 78

Angie stood and made her way to the basement, hoping she was able to cover her slight limp. As she stood under the hot shower, her mind raced as she considered the consequences of Steve’s mother knowing she was having sex with both Steve and Michelle. So far, she seemed ok with it, as much as any parent could be anyway. How long before she discovered it went far beyond that?

She finished showering and dried off, then wrapped the towel around her naked body and opened the door.

“Hey, sexy.”

She started, then relaxed when she saw Michelle sitting on the couch, grinning at her. “Michelle! Holy shit, you scared the hell outta me!”

Michelle got up, glanced up the stairs, then came over to her. “Steve’s mom let me in.” She embraced her and they shared a deep, loving kiss. As they did, Angie’s felt all her fears and apprehension drain from her mind. All that mattered then was that she was holding and kissing the girl she loved.

After a few moments, they separated and Angie smiled up into her pretty face. “Wow, baby!”

“I missed you,” Michelle said, giving her a wink. Her eyes traveled over Angie’s barely concealed body and she took another glance up the stairs. “I want you so bad,” she whispered, her hand caressing Angie’s cheek. Angie lay her own hand over Michelle’s and brought it to her lips, kissing it softly. Despite her afternoon of sex, she felt her tender pussy moisten at her lover’s touch and her not-so-subtle suggestion.

“Mmm…that’d be so hot,” Angie replied. “But I’m very, very sore right now.”

Michelle’s eyes sparkled and a grin spread across her face. “Oh, is that so? Then I take it you met up with Jake?”

Angie nodded, her own face breaking into a wide grin. “Come on, I’ll tell you all about it while I get dressed.”

Michelle followed her into her room, which now had several boxes labeled ‘ANGIE’ in black marker in preparation for their upcoming move. Angie dropped her towel as soon as the door was closed and sat down to dry and style her hair still naked, enjoying Michelle’s lust-filled looks. As she recanted her exciting afternoon of sex in the woods, Michelle sat across the bed, her hand under her top and tugging on her nipples. When Angie related the part about the seniors and watching Evan and Jennifer fucking, her eyes grew wide.

“Holy fuck, Ang! That is so fucking hot! They did it right there in the open?”

Angie grinned and reached over to tweak her hard nipple. “You say that like it’s something you’ve never done, you little slut!”

Michelle gasped at her touch, then giggled. “You’re a fine one to talk!”

When Angie told her how Ashley was checking out Mandi’s ass, Michelle raised her eyebrows in disbelief. “Come on, Ashley Morrison - into girls?”

Angie shrugged and wound her long hair around the curling iron. “If you don’t believe me, ask Jake. He saw it too.”

She shook her head. “No, of course I believe you. It’s just…a little hard to accept. I mean, I’ve seen her with guys…lots of guys.”

Angie shrugged. “Maybe she’s like us.” Michelle nodded absently, still trying to work her head around it. “Anyway, she was looking really good. I think I’ll try out for cheerleader and see if I can get to know her a little better.”

Michelle looked over at her. “You mean, the five of us aren’t enough! Holy shit, Ang!”

Angie laughed. “Hey, the more the merrier, right?”

Michelle shook her head, trying to keep a straight face. “I was wrong - you aren’t a slut. You’re a fucking nympho!”

Angie laughed and stood up, walking around the bed to where she was sitting. Her freshly washed hair shone and her skin glowed from the hot shower. She stepped closer and Michelle could smell her excited sex emanating from her swollen, red pussy. She reached up and pulled her closer, planting soft kisses on her belly as her hands moved to squeeze her smooth ass.

“Mmm…you smell delicious, baby!”

Angie propped one foot up on the bed next to her and took her hand, moving it between her spread legs to her tender pussy. She sucked in a long breath as Michelle’s fingers probed at her aching lips, but held her hand in place, eager for her loving touch despite her discomfort.

“Oh Angie,” Michelle murmured, leaning up to take one of her hard nipples into her mouth. She suckled it for a few seconds, then pulled off and looked up. “What about Steve’s mom?”

Angie was enjoying her fingering and sucking and had forgotten that Cathy was still upstairs. Would she come down after Angie’s admitting her and Michelle were also having sex? It was possible, but she seemed cool and wondered if she’d leave them alone. If she did come down and catch them, it isn’t like she’d be discovering a big secret anymore.

“Don’t worry about her,” Angie sad, urging Michelle to suck on her other tit. As she began to nibble on it, Angie moaned softly. “She knows all about you and me.”

Michelle stopped her tit-sucking and pulled back, a look of astonished horror on her face. She tugged at her hand Angie was holding between her legs and Angie reluctantly let her pull it free.

“Sh…she…knows!?”

Angie nodded and sat down. She hated to ruin their intimate moment, but it was something Michelle needed to be told about.

“Yeah, she asked me straight out about an hour ago. I couldn’t have lied even if I wanted to. I think she knew before she even asked me, to be honest.” Michelle stared at the floor, trying to come to grips with it. So that was why Steve’s mom had looked at her strangely when she answered the door. Angie put an arm around her and hugged her to her naked body. “Baby, it’s ok. She said she wasn’t going to say anything. She was just concerned that someone would get hurt.” Michelle looked over at her, her eyes telling her that she wasn’t entirely convinced. Angie smiled and kissed her forehead. “I believe her. Do you think I’d be this calm if I thought she was going to tell my parents?”

Michelle shook her head slowly. “No…I…I guess not.” She paused, then added, “How did she know? I mean, we’ve been careful, haven’t we?”

“Steve told me she caught you and him kissing once and asked him about it. He didn’t really say much, but I guess she just put two and two together.”

“Damn,” Michelle breathed, shaking her head. She looked up again. “What about Artie? And Kristi? And…”

“Shhh…just relax, baby. She didn’t mention them and I didn’t volunteer any information. So far I’m pretty sure she only knows about the three of us.”

Michelle grunted. “Yeah, so far.”

Angie hugged her tighter. “It’ll be ok. So she knows - big deal. When they found out Steve and I were having sex, that didn’t change anything. Why should this?”

Michelle looked again into those deep blue eyes and felt an almost immediate sense of calm. She forced a small smile. “I suppose that’s true, but…”

Angie interrupted her. “But nothing. I love you, and I’m going to continue to love you. That’s the bottom line.”

Michelle gave her a genuine smile of loving admiration. “You’re amazing, Angie. I love you too.”

Angie grinned and licked her lips. She stood up and went over to the door, opening it just a crack and peeking out. She pushed it closed and locked it before turning around. “The coast is clear. Get naked, baby…I need to taste that pussy!”

Michelle stood up and reached down to take off her top, but paused, her eyes moving toward the door. Angie came over and grasped her top. “It’s ok. The door’s locked and she won’t bother us anyway.” Gently, she eased her top up and off, revealing her beautiful tits. She pushed her back onto the bed, her fingers fumbling with the fly of her shorts. Michelle watched as she undid them and pulled them off, followed quickly by her panties. As Angie knelt between her thighs and began to lick and suck at her wet pussy, she lost herself in the wonderful feelings, allowing her beautiful lover to bring her to two crashing orgasms before they fell into one another’s arms on the bed, kissing hungrily. When Michelle started to go down to return the favor, Angie stopped her.

“No, baby…I’m too sore and I want to be able fuck Steve tonight.”

Michelle nodded and crawled back up next to her. They lay there in silence for several minutes, just enjoying the warm touch of each other.

“I saw Steve at work today,” Michelle finally said. “We made plans to get together tonight, but if you want him to yourself, I’ll understand.”

Angie gave her a hug. “Uh-uh…I’d rather be with both of you right now.” She kissed her again, thinking about the plainly wrapped package that had arrived at the post office today and was now in her backpack. She couldn’t wait to try it out!

Michelle smiled and nuzzled her cheek against her soft breast. “That means a lot, thank you.”

“It’s the truth.”

They lay there for a few more minutes, then the sounds of more footsteps could be heard upstairs. Michelle sat up and reached for her clothes. “I better go. It’s almost dinner time.”

Angie sat up and watched her put her clothes back on, but made no effort to dress herself. She loved being naked, especially when she was with one of her lovers. She stood and walked Michelle over to the door, where they shared one more deep, loving kiss.

“I’ll give you a call later,” she said as she stepped out into the rec room. Angie nodded and blew her one last kiss before she turned and went up the stairs.

She closed her bedroom door and went over to straighten the rumpled bed covers, then reluctantly put on a white thong, a pair of jeans and a white wife beater. She adjusted it so that her braless tits fit just right, then went upstairs to help prepare dinner.

　

Chapter 79

　

Her parents were there in the kitchen talking to Cathy and except for a subtle exchange of looks, nothing was said about their earlier conversation. Although things were a little tense at first, she soon relaxed once she realized Cathy was going to keep her word and not spill the beans. They had the meal almost ready when Steve arrived, then his father a few minutes later. Dinner went well, without any awkwardness between Angie and Cathy, although a couple of looks from Steve told her he sensed something had happened. They talked about moving day, which would be on Saturday - two days away. Steve had the day off from work to help and Angie said Michelle had volunteered her services as well. With all the help, plus the movers, it seemed like it should go fairly quickly.

After the dishes were done, the parents retired to the family room while Steve and Angie retreated to the basement. As soon as they were down the stairs, Steve turned to her and asked, “What’s up between you and Mom?”

“What do you mean?” She planned on telling him of course, but was curious what he’d seen to make him ask. She thought she’d been pretty cool and not acted unusual.

He shrugged. “I can’t exactly put my finger on it, but something seemed…off. Did you two have a fight or something?”

Angie went over to the couch and sat down, patting the cushion beside her. “Or something,” she said as he sat down. She told him everything and he sat in stunned silence until she finished, even telling him how her and Michelle made love in her room afterward.

“Holy fuck,” he said in a low voice. “She knows. But, how?”

Angie shrugged and leaned her head on his shoulder. “She’s a smart woman, baby. She just watched us and figured it out, I guess.”

Steve sighed knowingly. “Yeah, she is smart, especially about stuff like that. Like how she knew me and you were doing it.”

Angie nodded, her hand caressing his chest. “Speaking of which, do you still want to meet up with Michelle tonight?”

He nodded absently, his mind obviously still occupied with the fact his mother knew he was having threesomes. “Huh, oh yeah, sure.”

She paused for a moment, then sat up and looked into his eyes. “I need to tell you what I did today,” she said. He licked his lips and gave a slight nod.

“I figured you were with Jake.”

“Yes, I was. Does that bother you?”

He took a deep breath, then shook his head. “I guess not. I mean, it does in a way because I wasn’t there too, but I can deal with it.”

She leaned in and kissed him. “I’m sorry, baby. I should have thought of that. I promise - no more guys unless you’re there, ok?”

He smiled. “Thank you, Angie, but I’m not going to ask you to do that. Just promise me that I’ll always be number one.”

“Oh, hell, yes!” she exclaimed, climbing onto his lap and straddling his hips. “I’m so in love with you I’d stop seeing everyone if you asked me to.” She thought for a second, then added, “Well, maybe not Michelle…I couldn’t leave her any more than I could you. But everyone else…pffft…gone!”

He chuckled and grabbed her ass, pulling her tighter to his stiffening cock. She ground against him, despite her tenderness, and they kissed deep and hungrily. Her mother’s voice forced them to stop.

“Hey, you two! We’re going out for about an hour. Try to behave, ok?”

“Ok, Mom!” Angie called back. “We’re going to go meet Michelle anyway.”

“All right, honey. Don’t be too late, ok?”

They promised not to and a few minutes later they heard all four of their parents leave. Angie grinned at him. “Hmm…an hour, huh? I wonder how fast Michelle could get here?”

Steve laughed and nibbled on her earlobe. “I’m gonna need more than an hour, baby.”

She giggled and picked up the phone while still straddling him. She dialed Michelle’s number and when she answered, Angie had her tongue back in Steve’s mouth.

“Mmmm…oh, hey darlin’!” Angie said, pulling away from him.

“Why, hello yourself!”

“Want to meet us and maybe get lucky, sexy?”

Michelle giggled. “Sure! What are my chances?”

“Hmm…I’d say Steve should be able to satisfy both of his women tonight, wouldn’t you, honey?” He nodded and grinned, rubbing his even harder member against her heated pussy. “Ooo…he says yes!”

Michelle laughed and agreed to meet them at the creek. Angie hung up and her and Steve made out for a few more minutes before she finally let him up. She watched as he adjusted his fully hard cock inside his jeans.

“I’d be happy to take care of that for you before we go,” she said, licking her lips, her smoldering eyes meeting his. His eyebrows shot up and a wide grin spread across his face.

“Well, technically it is your fault,” he said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. Angie laughed and dropped to her knees in front of him before he could say another word. He watched with an amused smile as she expertly had his jeans unfastened and his hard cock in her hand in record time. She stroked it once or twice, looking up at him.

“I’d prefer to take my time and really enjoy your cock,” she said, touching her tongue to the tip, “but we don’t want to keep Michelle waiting so I better get busy.” With that, she opened her mouth and literally swallowed almost his entire length, her tongue rolling back and forth on the tender underside. She began to pump back and forth, sucking hard, while her hand stroked him. She’d managed to get him quite turned on as she’d been grinding her steamy pussy against him, even with their clothes on, and he could already feel the tingle as her mouth and hand worked him in those little ways she knew would have him cumming as soon as possible. He moaned as she allowed him to grasp her head and practically fuck her mouth, all the while maintaining a steady suction. Before long, he could feel his nuts contracting and pushed even deeper into her hungry mouth.

“Oh fuck…!” he groaned as he felt the cum surging through his hard shaft. Angie murmured approvingly, recognizing his body language. She pulled back just a bit and a few seconds later was rewarded with a mouthful of his hot jism. She swallowed it, and the remaining shots, then sucked and licked him clean. When she was satisfied he was finished, she gave his deflating member a loving kiss, then zipped him up and got to her feet. She leaned in and kissed him, then grinned.

“Ok, sexy…let’s go!”

He laughed, then followed her up the stairs, making her squeal as his hands teased her sexy ass in her tight jeans. They got on their bikes and headed for the creek at top speed, arriving at the trail a little out of breath, but excited about their rendezvous with Michelle. They were the core of the group, and it’d been too long since just the three of them had been alone together.

Michelle was sitting on the grass next to her bicycle and digging through her small backpack. She looked up and waved as they arrived and rode over to where she was.

“Hey gorgeous!” Angie called out as she skidded to a stop.

“Hiya, beautiful!” Michelle countered, grinning. She winked at Steve. “And sexy!”

Steve merely laughed and watched as the two girls hugged and kissed, then he and Michelle did. Angie stood watching, a little smile on her face. When they separated, Michelle noted her lustful look.

“What?”

Angie licked her lips. “I get so turned on when I watch you two making out!”

Michelle waggled her eyebrows and pressed her body to Steve’s. “Oh, yeah?”

Angie nodded, her smile growing. “Oh yeah.” She moved closer. “I want to watch you fuck…right now.”

Michelle looked up at Steve, who shrugged and said, “Hey, who am I to argue!”

“Come on,” Angie said. She knew the perfect spot.

She led them down the faint trail to the place where she and Jake had watched Evan and Jennifer that afternoon. “Right there,” she said, pointing to the patch of grass by the creek bank. Michelle grinned and began to remove her top. Steve also began to undress, but Angie simply watched them, her eyes moving from one to the other.

“Aren’t you getting naked, too?” Steve asked her as he pulled off his shorts to reveal his rapidly growing cock.

Angie shook her head. “Not until your cock is slamming into her cunt,” she said, her blue eyes glittering.

Michelle pulled her panties off and stood naked except for her sneakers. “But you are going to join us, right?”

She nodded. “Oh, yes…when the time is right.” She went over and took Michelle’s hand, leading her over to a fallen tree. She bent her over so that her arms were on the trunk and her bare ass was positioned for Steve to conquer. Angie leaned in to whisper into her ear as she beckoned Steve over. “So tell me, you little slut…where do you want it? In that hot little cunt, or up your tight asshole?”

Michelle felt her juices really start to flow as Angie’s dirty talk began to turn her on even more than she already was. She sensed Steve directly behind her and few seconds later felt the wet tip of his engorged cock rubbing along her ass crack, over her tiny back door, then down to her moist and ready pussy.

“Oh, god…both!” she gasped, rolling her hips against him. Angie motioned for Steve to continue to tease her.

“Both? You really are a horny little slut, aren’t you?” Michelle nodded, amazed at how much this was turning her on. “I bet you’d like to have a cock in each hole at the same time, wouldn’t you?”

Michelle was lost in the carnal feelings and nodded without even fully realizing what Angie was saying. “Oh, yes, please…fuck me anywhere…just fuck me!”

This was really getting Angie excited as well, and the look on Steve’s face told her he was getting very turned on, too. “Hmm…in a minute, slut. I want to make sure you really want it first.”

Michelle’s ass pushed back, but Steve was following Angie’s direction and moved back so she couldn’t make him enter her. She moaned in frustration. “Oh, please! Just fuck me!” she cried.

Angie nodded to Steve and he stepped forward, the head of his cock sliding easily through her slick lips. Michelle moaned again and pushed back, but Steve again eased off. She let out another cry of frustration.

“Please, stop teasing me! I need to be fucked now! I’m begging you…please…please just…”

Her pleas were silenced as Angie nodded to Steve and he thrust into her in one hard push, burying his hard cock in her dripping, hot cunt. She cried out and braced herself with her arms, her eyes closed as her pussy was finally filled with the hard cock she longed for. Steve pulled back and hammered in again, this time grabbing her hair and wrapping it around his fist. He pulled back on her hair and drove in again, causing her to cry out in ecstasy so loudly that if anyone were in the clearing they’d be sure to hear her.

As she watched her boyfriend pound harder and harder into her girlfriend’s sweet pussy, Angie began to undress. Despite her tender pussy, she was so turned on right now she didn’t care how uncomfortable sex would be. She was going to get fucked, too. Hard.

She got naked and reached for her backpack, where she had a little surprise. Inside was a new purchase - a strap on dildo. When she’d asked Michelle if she wanted a cock in both holes at once, she wasn’t kidding. She attached the straps, cinching them tight, then made sure the little nub was positioned at her clit before smearing a liberal amount of lube all over the long rubber shaft. The whole time she could hear Michelle’s cries, Steve’s grunts, and the slapping sound of their bare flesh.

She turned around and tapped Steve on the shoulder. He looked over at her, his face flushed from exertion. His eyes went wide when he saw the dildo protruding from her pussy and Angie grinned, bringing a finger to her lips. She pointed to the grassy area and leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Get her on top!”

He looked down at the well-lubricated prosthetic and nodded, although he still seemed a bit uncertain. Angie chewed on her lips and let her eyes tell him that she wanted, no needed this to happen and he seemed to get the message. She moved up to where she could whisper into Michelle’s ear while keeping her toy out of her line of sight.

“Are you enjoying my boyfriend’s big cock, you little whore?” Michelle grunted a yes. “Good…he’s going to lie down and I want you to climb onto that cock and ride it hard. Do you understand?”

“But…what about…you?” Michelle gasped out between thrusts.

“Never mind about me for now, you horny little bitch. Just do as I say, ok?” She gave her ass a resounding slap for emphasis.

Michelle cried out, then nodded and closed her eyes as Steve’s cock slammed home again. Angie stepped back and turned around, keeping her hands over the straps so Michelle wouldn’t suspect, not that she was in any condition to see much anyway. From her flushed face, it looked like she’d already had at least one good orgasm already. There would be plenty more to come.

Steve led her to the grass and lay back, his hard, wet cock pointing straight up. Michelle straddled him and placed her pussy at the tip. As soon as her back was turned, Angie came up behind her and placed her hands on her shoulders, leaning in.

“Mmm…go ahead, whore…you know you want to feel that hard cock inside you again!” She pressed down on her friend’s shoulders and felt Michelle’s body shudder as she impaled herself on Steve’s cock. “Oh, yeah…feels good, doesn’t it?” Michelle nodded, her eyes closed as her pussy was once again flooded with the incredible sensation of being stretched by a big cock. “You like it up the ass, too, don’t you, whore?”

“Y…yes…” Michelle panted as she began to move up and down.

“Do you mind me calling you a whore, or a slut? Because that’s just what you are, you know.” Michelle nodded. “Tell me what you are.”

“I…I’m a slut!” Michelle gasped as she sank down onto Steve’s cock.

Angie moved in so that her lips brushed against Michelle’s ear. “And what else?” When after several seconds Michelle didn’t respond, Angie reached down and slapped her ass. She cried out. “I said, what else are you besides a slut?” Angie’s breath was hot in her ear.

“A…a whore!” she panted, “I’m a whore!”

“Mmhmm…you certainly are,” Angie said, smiling. “And you know what whores like, don’t you?”

Michelle’s tongue flicked over her dry lips. “To…get…f…fucked!” she gasped.

“Yes, they do,” Angie said. She moved into position behind Michelle and pushed her forward so that her tiny back door was revealed to her. She reached down and began to rub a lubed finger over the puckered opening. “You have such a sweet little asshole, baby.” Michelle groaned as the combined sensations of Steve’s cock in her pussy and Angie’s finger teasing her asshole pushed her closer to another orgasm. “I’d really love to fuck it. Will you let me put my big, hard cock in your little asshole while Steve fucks your tight cunt?”

Michelle’s muddled brain tried to make sense out of this, but it simply didn’t compute. Angie didn’t have a cock! What the hell was she talking about?

Angie’s breath was once again in her ear and her finger began to work its way into her ass. “I know what you’re thinking - that I don’t have a big hard cock.” She felt Angie move from behind her and up next to her. “Take a look, whore.” Michelle opened her eyes and was astonished to see the realistic looking dildo attached over her pussy. She looked up at her friend, her hazy eyes holding a confused look. Angie grinned. “I’m going to fuck your ass while Steve keeps fucking that hot pussy.” Michelle felt a pang of fear and started to shake her head, then remembered how good it felt the last time she’d had anal sex and was intrigued at the idea of a double penetration.

She nodded. “Just…be careful…ok?”

Angie smiled. “Of course, baby. Just yell ‘stop’ if it’s too much.” Michelle nodded and Angie leaned in, once again taking on the dominant persona. “You’ll love it. You’re too much of a loose fucking slut not to!”

Michelle felt herself approaching another orgasm just at the thought of being double fucked and as she felt the hard tip of the dildo press against her tight anus, she moaned and leaned forward, spreading her cheeks wide. Angie applied pressure, working the slippery head into her little brown star. Michelle’s moans became louder but she didn’t tell her to stop, so she kept at it. Finally, the tip spread her open and slipped inside. She howled and arched her back and Angie paused, unsure if she was liking it or if was hurting her. She leaned forward, being careful not to push in any further. “Are you ok, baby?”

Michelle nodded. “Y…yes…oh god…it feels…so…so…ohhh…”

Steve had eased up his movements, pulling back so that only the tip of his cock was still in her hot hole. This was turning him on like never before and bringing him close to the point of no return and he needed a break. He also wanted to make this as easy on Michelle as possible. Angie looked down at Steve but spoke to Michelle. “Do you want more, slut?” Michelle’s head bobbed up and down. “You have to tell me what you want,” Angie told her.

“Please…don’t stop!”

Angie grinned. “Don’t stop what?”

“Don’t stop…fucking my ass!” Michelle cried out in a half moan.

Angie pushed in a little more and Michelle reacted with another loud yelp. Still, Angie fed more of the hard plastic cock into her distended back door. When about half of it was buried in her ass, Michelle gasped, “No more! That’s all…I can take!”

Angie leaned over her, pulling on her long hair. “Ok, whore…now you’re really gonna get fucked!” Angie pulled out, then pushed back in a few times until she felt Michelle start to get used to the foreign object in her ass. When she began to moan in pleasure, Steve resumed fucking her cunt as Angie pulled out of her ass. They quickly worked into a steady rhythm and Michelle began to moan non-stop. She cried out and Angie felt her muscles tighten as another orgasm engulfed her, forcing them both to stop until she relaxed again. This happened several times and Angie wondered just how much more stimulation she could take. The little nub on the dildo was rubbing against her clit and as tender as she was, it was bringing her to her own orgasm quickly.

Michelle was barely able to hold herself up, her upper body lying on Steve’s chest as both of them continued to ravage her. Every once in a while she’d moan, but her body was like that of a rag doll. Angie drove into her tight ass and groaned as a powerful orgasm rippled through her own body, causing her to shudder in exquisite satisfaction.

After she came down from her orgasm, she sensed that Michelle had taken about all she could handle and began to withdraw the hard cock from her badly stretched back door. She didn’t move, but let out a long groan as Angie withdrew. She unfastened the dildo and gently lifted Michelle up, peering into her dazed face.

“Michelle, baby? Are you ok?”

Her tongue darted out and her eyes flickered open. She turned to Angie and nodded, a sleepy, dreamy smile on her face. “H…holy fuck!” she gasped in a hoarse whisper.

Angie looked down at Steve, who was watching them. His face was flushed red and beads of perspiration coated his body from the exertion. “What about you, baby? Are you ok?”

He nodded and their eyes met. “It’s time you got some cock too, you little slut!” he said, his eyes wild with lust for her.

Angie grinned and helped Michelle lift herself from his cock, then helped her lie down on the soft grass. She gave her a kiss, then went back to her man. Steve got to his feet while she was helping Michelle and pointed to the fallen tree she’d bent Michelle over earlier. “Over there, bitch!” he growled.

Angie nodded and went over to the tree, placing her hands on the peeling bark. Steve came up behind her and kicked her feet apart, then shoved her head down so that it was almost resting on the log between her hands. His hand went between her legs and his fingers dipped into her dripping pussy. “I think that cunt’s ready for a good fucking, whore,” he said, pulling his fingers out and stepping up so that the tip of his cock slipped along her enflamed and tender labia. Angie moaned and wriggled her ass.

“Oh, yes…please fuck me! I’m such a whore! I need your big, hard cock inside my cunt!”

He grinned. This role playing was a huge turn-on. He grasped her long golden hair and pulled, forcing her to arch her back and lift her head. “Then get ready, slut!” As he said that, he pulled back, then drove all the way into her hot tunnel. She cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, her pussy still very tender from that afternoon. It didn’t matter. She was going to fuck him until he unloaded a big load inside her, pain or no pain. Again and again he slammed into her, his hand pulling her hair with each thrust. Angie felt her pussy contract after only four or five pumps and she cried out as she came, her cunt spewing her juices all over his cock and down her inner thighs. Steve continued to pound mercilessly at her tender twat, pulling hard on her hair and giving her ass an occasional slap.

They kept up this furious pace for several minutes, with Angie feeling like she was cumming the whole time. Finally she groaned loudly, every muscle tense as a powerful orgasm rippled through her. Through haze of her pleasure, she heard Steve’s own moans and felt a sudden wet, heated rush in her pussy as he unloaded a huge amount of his hot cum inside her. That only served to push her trembling body over the edge once again and she shrieked as another orgasm pulsed through her already weakened body.

They both fell panting against the log, Steve hovering over her with his hands resting beside hers on the rough bark while she merely lay her forehead against it. Both were panting and gasping for breath and it was several long moments before he finally stood up and pulled his half-hard cock from her swollen and dripping pussy. She moaned softly at the loss, then forced herself to stand and turn to him.

He smiled at her, but his eyes held a look of concern. “Are you ok? That was pretty intense.”

She blew out a long breath and wiped her brow. “Wow! I can’t believe how turned on that made me!”

“You and me both!” Michelle said from the grass behind them.

They both looked over and saw the pretty brunette sitting on the grass, leaning back on her arms as she watched them. She was still completely naked and grinning up at them. “Where in the fuck did you get this thing?” she asked Angie, holding up the strap-on.

Angie laughed and they both went over, taking a seat next to her. “I bought it online last week. So you really liked it?”

Michelle’s tongue licked her dry lips and she nodded. “Yeah, I mean…it was kinda scary at first, but I trust you. And being fucked by you…wow! What a turn-on!” She grinned and gingerly dropped a hand between her legs, wincing. “I don’t know if I can ride my bike home, but holy fuck!”

Steve studied her closely, looking for any signs that they’d gone too far. But she seemed genuine in her response and he could see no resentment or hurt in her eyes. “Are you sure you’re ok?”

She nodded, taking his hand. “I’m sure,” she replied, meeting his eyes. “But it felt like I was cumming non-stop the whole time! I’m freakin’ exhausted!”

Angie leaned in and kissed her. “Will you do me next time? I can’t wait to try it!”

“Sure, if you want me to,” she replied.

“Fuck yeah! And don’t forget the dirty talk!”

Michelle’s eyes lit up. “Oh my god! That was so hot!”

“You didn’t mind that?” Steve asked, a quizzical look on his face. “I mean, I like a little dirty talk, but Ang was really going all out!”

Michelle shook her head vehemently. “Oh, no, I loved it!” She lifted Angie’s hand to her lips and kissed it softly. “I am your slut and whore, baby!” she said with a wicked little wink. She looked up at Steve. “Yours too, lover, so pour it on! I can take it!”

Steve looked at Angie. She gave him a huge grin and nodded. “That goes for you too, babe!”

They sat there for several minutes chatting when Steve suddenly stopped and raised a hand. “Did you guys hear that?”

All three strained their ears until they all heard a faint voice coming from the direction of the clearing. Immediately, they all reached for their clothes and started dressing. It was unlikely whoever it was would come down to this little-known area, but they weren’t taking chances.

They got to their feet, with Michelle a little unsteady, and began the short hike back to the main clearing where they’d left their bikes. They emerged a few minutes later to find Mandi and Ashley spreading out towels on the grass. Both girls wore bikini tops and shorts and looked up as the three teens came into view.

“Oh, hey,” Ashley said. “We were wondering whose bikes those were.”

Mandi recognized Steve and Michelle. Like Jake, she was in one of his classes and she knew Michelle slightly. “Hi Steve, Michelle.” She smiled at Angie. Ashley also turned to them and nodded a greeting. Angie met her eyes briefly before Steve spoke up.

“Hey Mandi, Ashley.” Michelle also said hi. Steve put an arm around Angie. “This is Angie Delaney. She just moved to town.”

Mandi smiled. “Hi Angie, nice to meet you. I‘m Mandi Banks.” Angie greeted her and then looked over at Ashley, who was watching her intently. Once again she made eye contact with the sexy senior, then quickly scanned her tight little body. She looked even sexier close up and her almond shaped eyes reminded her of Lin.

Ashley stepped forward and extended a hand. “I’m Ashley Morrison. Welcome to Mason.”

Again, their eyes met and Angie gripped her soft hand maybe a second longer than was necessary before releasing it. She was trying to drop hints without it being too obvious, just on the slim chance her instincts about the cute cheerleader were wrong. Ashley gave her a somewhat nervous smile, then pulled her hand away gently, a slight look of confusion in her dark eyes.

“Are you going to Mason High this fall, Angie?” Mandi asked, bringing her back to the rest of the group.

“Huh? Oh, yes. I’m already registered.”

“Cool. You should try out for cheerleader. You’ve sure got the body for it.” She turned to Ashley, who was still watching Angie. “Don’t you think, Ash?”

Ashley nodded, seeming to come out of a daze. “Oh…sure, you really should.”

Angie smiled at them. “I was thinking about doing that. I was on the squad at my old school.”

“Awesome,” Mandi replied, giving her a bright smile. “Tryout are the Saturday before school starts, at the football field. Eight am. I hope we see you there!”

Angie smiled and took Steve’s hand. “I think you will!” She glanced over at Ashley, whose brow furrowed slightly as she noticed Steve and Angie holding hands. Mandi noticed as well and giggled, her blue eyes sparkling.

“I see you’ve already found a boyfriend!”

Steve felt his face flush and couldn’t stop himself from grinning foolishly. Angie leaned in closer to him. “Yeah, we’ve known one another for years.”

“Ang, I have to get going,” Michelle said, touching Angie’s shoulder.

Angie turned and could see that the hard double reaming they’d given her was causing her more discomfort. “Oh, ok, Michelle.”

They picked up their bikes and after a cheery farewell to Mandi and Ashley, began walking them toward the path. Michelle was limping and they went slow enough that she could easily keep pace.

“Did you see the way Ashley looked at you when you took Steve’s hand?” Michelle said when they’d moved far enough away that the other girls couldn’t hear.

Angie nodded, a wide smile on her face. “Uh-huh…I believe Miss Ashley has some naughty ideas about other girls!”

Michelle chuckled. “She couldn’t take her eyes off you! What were you doing, sending out some secret signal?”

Angie laughed. “Maybe I was, I dunno! But there was definitely something there!”

Steve listened to this exchange without interrupting. He wasn’t sure how he felt about Angie considering adding another member to their group. Six was already twice what they’d originally planned for and although Ashley was super hot and sexy, would it be wise to bring her in? Or was he just acting jealous? He sighed to himself. He wasn’t even sure he was capable of jealousy considering the weird and wonderful relationship he shared with her and the others.

They reached the paved road and mounted their bikes. Michelle found she could ride as long as she didn’t sit. Angie was much the same way after her long day of sex and stood on her pedals as well. When they arrived at the school, they stopped.

“So, want to get together tomorrow?” Angie asked, knowing Steve had to work. “We could go swimming or shopping or just hang out somewhere.”

Michelle shook her head. “I can’t. Artie’s coming home tomorrow and I promised I’d wait for him to call.” She rubbed her crotch. “Although I don’t know if I can handle doing anything!”

Angie grimaced. “Aw, sorry, Michelle. You should’ve said something!”

Michelle grinned, leaning in to kiss them both. “Are you kidding? I wouldn’t have missed that for anything!” Angie and Steve chuckled at her obvious enthusiasm for double-penetration. “He’ll have to be happy with a bj…well, maybe more than one!” She gave them a wink and peddled off. “See you both Saturday!” she called back as she waved goodbye.

Angie looked up into Steve’s eyes. “You’ve been awfully quiet. Is everything ok?”

He shrugged. “Sure, you two were talking and I didn’t want to interrupt.”

She stepped closer. “Steve, I know you better than that. What is it?”

He smiled and shook his head. “Nothing, really.” He swatted at a mosquito on his arm. “C’mon, let’s go home before they eat us alive!”

He jumped on his bike and began to ride toward home. She stared after him for a second, then jumped on her bike and caught up to him, riding in silence the rest of the way home.

decently until a few years ago."

She stopped and turned to him. "Well, I loved your playing." She gave him a shy smile.

He chuckled. "My biggest fan! Probably my only fan!" She giggled and slapped his arm.

"Stop putting yourself down! You’re good! Get over it!"

He looked into her pretty eyes. "Now you, my dear, have the voice of an angel! I got goose bumps when you sang that Allison Krauss song! It was beautiful!"

She looked down, blushing slightly. "Thanks. I really love the song so I guess I put more into it."

"Well," he said quietly, pulling her close to him. "It made me want to do this." He leaned over and kissed her soft lips, then pulled back, watching her face for a reaction. She looked back at him, then threw her arms around his neck and kissed him, her tongue probing at his lips until he parted them so their tongues could mingle together. They kissed hungrily for a long time, lost in each other. Their hands roamed across each other’s body, exploring and caressing. After a few minutes, the pulled apart, neither really wanting the kiss to end.

"Wow!," Rick exclaimed, grinning at her. She smiled back.

"Mmmhmm! More, please!" She threw her arms around his neck again and somehow managed to kiss him with even more passion, her inhibitions forgotten. He pulled her slender body tight to his and felt her large tits pressing against his chest. Her nipples, fully erect, pushed into his skin. He placed his hands on her face, then laced them back into her long blonde hair. The kiss soon ended and they stared longingly into each other’s eyes.

"You are so beautiful!," he whispered, looking into her eyes. She blushed again. "I mean it! I still can’t believe that we’re here alone together!" Now it was his turn to blush. "I. . . I’ve been trying to work up the nerve to ask you out ever since I met you."

"Really? Why didn’t you?"

He gave her a lop-sided grin and shrugged. "Because every time I was anywhere near you, I couldn’t seem to form a coherent sentence!"

She laughed, then seeing he was serious, stopped laughing and said, "Really?’

He nodded. "Yup. Turned into a blathering idiot. But when I saw you pull up in the boat, I made up my mind that I was going to at least try to talk to you. And am I ever glad I did!"

"Me, too," she said softly and hugged him.

"C’mon," he said, putting an arm around her shoulders. "Let’s walk for a while." She put her arm around his waist and they walked slowly along the beach, talking about music and other common interests - getting to know one another.

After a while, they reached a grassy area under a thick pine tree. "Let’s stop here for a while," Jessie said. It was one of her favorite spots along the beach. She took off her sweater, placed it on the grass, and sat down on it. She patted the grass next to her and Rick went over and sat down. She leaned back on her elbows, examining the night sky. Rick couldn’t help noticing the swell of her braless tits under the stretched fabric of her t-shirt as she leaned back. They were, in a word, perfect.

Jessie looked over out of the corner of her eye and saw him staring at her upturned breasts. She smiled to herself.

"Beautiful, aren’t they?," she said, still looking skyward.

"Huh?!," Rick blurted, caught off guard. "Wha? . . .I. . .I. . ."

"The stars," she said calmly, ignoring his spluttering. She looked over at him, her face revealing nothing. She made no attempt to cover her tits or change her position. "What did you think I meant?"

Now it was Rick’s turn to be embarrassed. "Well, I. . .It’s just. . .aw, hell!"

Jessie laughed. "Busted!" Then she gave him a sultry look. "I have a confession to make. I did it on purpose!" She sat up and faced him, then put her hand on his chest and gently caressed it. Then she took his hand, kissed it, and held it to her breasts, looking straight into his eyes as she did. Rick leaned in and kissed her, allowing his hand to roam over her firm tits, brushing his fingertips across her erect nipples.

"Mmmm," she murmured, returning his kiss. As they continued kissing, Jessie reached down and started lifting his shirt over his head. She leaned down and kissed his chest, all the while moving her soft hands over his upper body. She sat up, and to his surprise, pulled her own shirt off, releasing her tits from the confines of the restricting material. He gazed down at the most perfect set of tits he’d ever seen. They were full, but not too big. The erect nipples pointed slightly upwards and they were firm enough to need no support.

He reached over and gently cupped one, enjoying the feel of the soft skin. He leaned down and licked one of the nipples. Jessie sucked in her breath and he moved to the other one. She sighed and held his head in place as he sucked and licked on one for a few seconds, then the other.

She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, thoroughly enjoying his tit sucking. "Oh, yes! That feels nice! Mmmm!" He kept this up for a few minutes, feeling his cock growing stiffer and stiffer. Finally he raised his head and kissed her. She returned his kiss and her hands once again went to his chest, then down to his flat stomach. He put his hand over hers and guided it to his now fully erect cock which was straining at the cloth of his shorts. Jessie could feel the hardness of his erection through the material and ran her hand along the length of it. It was big. Not porn star big, but bigger than her previous boyfriend’s. He closed his eyes and moaned softly, enjoying her gentle touch.

Jessie reached down and unbuttoned his shorts. As she worked the zipper down, she eyed him warily. "You realize, of course, that I don’t do this every time I meet a guy!"

Rick grinned. "You mean I’m special?"

Jessie arched an eyebrow and reached inside his shorts. "We’ll see. . .," she said with a wicked grin. She stroked his hard cock again over his boxers. He closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

"Oh, Jessie! That feels great!"

"I think I can make it feel better," she replied mischievously and tugged on his shorts. "Up, please!" He lifted up so she could remove his shorts, then settled back down on the grass. "Uh-uh. Not yet!" She motioned for him to lift up again. He grinned at her. "C’mon! Up!" She tugged at his boxers until he raised up again while she pulled them off as well.

His hard cock sprang up like a flag pole. Jessie looked at it for a few seconds, licking her lips, then grasped it and began to slowly stroke the long phallus. It was definitely bigger than her last boyfriend’s, the only other one she’d seen, but not too big. Maybe seven or eight inches. Rick closed his eyes and lay back on the grass, completely naked, while this gorgeous creature stroked his cock. Pre cum oozed from the hole and coated her hand as well as his shaft. The musky odor aroused her as much as the sight and feel of it. Rick’s sighs only increased her arousal more.

She looked down at the large purple head and rough, glistening shaft and felt an urge to kiss it. Lick it. Suck it. The thought of it inside her mouth; the feel; the taste, was really getting her going. She felt herself getting wet just thinking about doing it. She’d never done it before, but girls did it all the time, right? She’d overheard girls in the washroom at school talking about it like it was no big deal. Everyone was doing it, it seemed.

Before she even realized she was doing it, she lowered her head, breathing in the aroma of his sex. She stuck out her touch and gingerly licked along the shaft. She licked her lips, tasting the tangy pre cum that coated his cock. ‘Not bad,’ she thought. She opened her mouth and let the velvety soft head slip in between them and slid her tongue across it. Rick moaned and his body jerked involuntarily.

"Oh, yeah! That feels good!"

Inspired by his reaction, Jessie pushed his hard cock further into her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue around the shaft and head as she began to bob up and down like she’d seen in the movie. Rick gasped in pleasure and closed his eyes, enjoying her first ever blow job.

Jessie was really getting into it. She didn’t have to pretend to be enjoying herself! She was! The feel of his hard cock in her mouth combined with his reaction was getting her very wet, soaking her panties and even making her jeans damp!

Before long, Rick’s breathing became shallow and she could sense he was getting close to cumming. He soon confirmed her suspicions.

"Ahh!," he exclaimed. "Jessie! You’re gonna. . . " He paused as she sucked hard on his hard cock. "You’re gonna make me cum!!" He moaned, concentrating hard to keep from shooting into her mouth.

"Mmmm. . ." She murmured., and lifted her head long enough to say, "Isn’t that the whole idea?" She went right back to sucking his throbbing cock before he could answer.

"But I don’t. . .want to cum. . . in your mouth!," he panted.

She lifted her head again and looked at him curiously, but continued stroking him. "I thought guys liked it when girls did that?"

Rick sucked in his breath and nodded. "Well, yeah. . . of course, but most girls don’t like to do it."

Jessie grinned. "Well, I didn’t know I liked sucking cock until now, so how will I know if I like swallowing unless I try it?"

Rick stared at her, his eyes wide. "You. . .You’ve never done this before?!"

"Uh-uh," she said, shaking her head, then took his cock back into her mouth, sucking furiously as she bobbed up and down, her long blonde hair flying around her face as she slurped noisily.

Rick threw his head back and let out a long sigh. "Oh, yeah! Jessie, I’m gonna. . .Arrrghhhhhh!!!" She felt his cock pulse and a split second later her mouth was flooded with his warm, salty semen. Before she had a chance to swallow, he came again. Startled, she pulled the spurting rod from her mouth, white cum running down her chin, and jerked him off until he stopped cumming.

"Sorry," she said apologetically. "I didn’t know there’d be that much!"

He reached down and wiped some cum from her chin with his finger. "Are you kidding?! You’ve got nothing to be sorry about!" He grinned at her. "So, how was it?"

She shrugged and pulled his cum-soaked finger to her mouth and licked it clean. "Not bad! Not bad at all!" She grinned back at him.

He sat up and pulled her to him. Then he kissed her, tasting his own fresh semen as his tongue probed her mouth. She pulled away and looked at him, her eyes wide and a slight smile on her face. "I can’t believe I did that!," she exclaimed, putting a hand over her mouth.

He smiled back at her. "You did one hell of a job for your first time!" His face turned serious. "I hope you didn’t swallow just because you thought I expected you to, because I didn’t."

She shook her head. "No, no. I mean, sure I wanted to please you, but. . ." She paused, searching for the right words. "I really liked doing it, and it turned me on so much I just wanted to. . .taste you."

"And apparently you like the taste!," he said, holding up the finger she’s just sucked clean.

She blushed and smiled demurely. "Well, I don’t not like it. It’s a little thick and salty, but ok."

He brushed the hair from her dazzling green eyes. "That makes it better for me, knowing that you’re enjoying it, too." He looked down at his shriveling dick. "I’m gonna need some recovery time before I can go again!" He looked back up at her, an impish grin on his face. "But I think I can come up with something to do in the meantime!" He licked his lips.

Jessie frowned. "Uh, Rick. There’s something I have to tell you." She looked into his eyes, taking his hand and exhaling a deep sigh. He looked at her, a worried look in his eyes, and waited for her to continue.

"I . . . " She lowered her eyes for a moment, then looked back up into his. "I’ve, uh . . .I’ve never . . .um . . .I’m . . .still a virgin."

Rick breathed a sigh of relief. He pulled her hand to her lips and kissed it. "Is that all? You had me worried there for a minute!"

"It doesn’t bother you that I’m . . . inexperienced?," she asked, surprised by his mild reaction.

His face became serious, his voice calm. "Jessie, I want to spend time with you, get to know you better." He paused, looking directly into her sexy green eyes. "Sex is something we can work up to. If that’s what you want. I really like you. You’re obviously very beautiful and could have your choice of any guy, but . . ." He paused again. "We seem to connect. I feel like I’ve known you for years, not hours. We have so much in common, and I just . . ." He stared into her eyes, which were becoming misty listening to his words. "I just want it to be special, if and when it happens." He looked down at himself. "That sounds kinda funny, you half naked and me buck-naked! Then there’s the matter of that incredible blow job!"

Jessie giggled, wiping the tears of relief and joy from her eyes. She leaned over and kissed him. "I feel the same way, Rick. And I do want to have sex with you. But can we wait a little while?"

He nodded. "Of course. It’s up to you." Then a devilish smile formed on his lips. "But can I still . . . pleasure you in other ways?"

She raised her eyebrows and gave him a curious smile. "Just what did you have in mind?"

"Well," he replied, pushing her gently down on the soft grass, "I thought that since you went down on me, I could return the favor!" He began fumbling with the button of her jeans. "If that’s ok with you!" She nodded slowly and watched as he unfastened her jeans and lowered the fly. She raised her hips so he could wriggle them over her curved thighs and removed them completely. She lay back on the grass, wearing only her skimpy thong panties.

Rick stared down at the beautiful nearly-naked blonde lying before him. Her long, slender legs seemed to go on forever, coming together at that special place still barely covered by the black panties. He took in her whole figure; her flat stomach, those perfect tits, her long blonde hair that framed her beautiful face and splayed out on the grass around her head, and those hypnotizing green eyes all combined to literally take his breath away.

"What?," she asked, noticing his stare. Her voice brought him back to reality.

"Huh?," he asked.

She raised her eyebrows, a slight smile forming on her full lips. "You were staring!" He smiled guiltily and nodded.

"Yeah, I guess I was," he admitted sheepishly. He met her eyes. "You just look. . ." He closed his eyes and slowly shook his head from side to side. He opened his eyes and leaned over her. "You are so beautiful!," he whispered. "And I’ve got to be the luckiest guy in the world to have found you!" They embraced and kissed, their bare flesh pressing together in the cool night air. After a moment, Rick kissed down her neck to her perky breasts. He paused, licking and sucking for a few seconds on each nipple, then moved lower, leaving a trail of kisses down to and across her flat stomach. His hands gripped the waist band of her panties and she raised herself up so he could pull them off.

The full aroma of her sex reached Rick’s nose and he breathed it in deeply as he slipped her panties over her ankles and tossed them aside. He leaned down over her swollen labia, easily visible in the bright moonlight, and paused only a second before licking the entire length of her virgin slit. Jessie gasped, her hips jerking at his tender touch. She had never experienced anything like that before! Rick looked up at her, licking his lips. "Was that ok?"

"Uh-huh!," she panted, her chest rising as she took in a deep breath. Rick bent down and continued licking her sweet little pussy, repeating the same tongue action over and over. Jessie squirmed and moaned every time his tongue touched her. When he licked up to her erect little clit and flicked his tongue across it a few times, she cried out, her hips jerking upward.

"Oh, yes!! Right there!!," she cried. "Don’t stop!!" He continued teasing the sensitive little sex organ and Jessie’s cries increased in volume and intensity. Her hips began bucking frantically as she moved closer and closer to climaxing. Rick put his lips around the little bud, sucked it between his teeth, and began nibbling gently on it.

That did it. Jessie’s body suddenly went rigid, her back arched, and her mouth opened in a anguished gurgle as the orgasm exploded within her. She felt jolts almost like electricity coursing through her tight young body as she came again and again. She rocked her hips, her breathing shallow, as Rick continued to suck on the sensitive little love button.

"Rick! P. . please!! Enough!!", she gasped, her body twisting as she continued to cum non-stop. She was panting hard, trying to catch her breath as she came over and over continuously. He released her clit and watched as she slowly came down from the massive orgasm until her body lay limp, with only the occasional twitch. Her chest and neck were flushed red and a sheen of sweat covered her entire body. Her round, firm tits rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath. He crawled up beside her and took her into his arms, pulling her quivering body tight to his.

When she had recovered somewhat, she pulled back and looked at him. "Oh my god!," she exclaimed, still breathing hard. "That was amazing! My body’s still buzzing!" Her face took on an apologetic look. "Sorry I told you to stop, but I just couldn’t take anymore!"

He smiled and kissed her. "I’m just happy you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed doing it." Jessie smiled back at him and snuggled against his warm body, shivering.

"Are you cold?," he asked, pulling her closer.

"Mmmhmm," she replied, still clinging to him. "I worked up quite a sweat, but now I’m a little chilly."

"Maybe we should be getting back," he said, reaching for their clothes. He passed her t-shirt to her and she quickly slipped in on. They dressed, then embraced and spent several minutes in a warm, loving kiss before slowly walking arm in arm up the beach toward the campsite.

As they walked up the slope and into the camp, the realized it was deserted. The fire was reduced to a mound of smoking ashes.

"Guess everyone went to bed," Rick said quietly. He touched Jessie’s arm. "Did you think of a story for Stacy and Alyssa?"

Jessie sighed and shook her head. "They wouldn’t believe me if I told them we were just talking for . . ." She looked at her watch. "Over three hours!" It hadn’t seemed that long!

"What are you going to tell them?"

She shrugged. "The truth. They’ll only end up getting it out of me, anyway."

He raised one eyebrow. "You’re going to tell them. . .everything?"

She grinned. "Haven’t you heard?" She planted a quick kiss on his lips. "Girls do that!" She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tenderly. "Don’t worry. You have nothing to be ashamed of!"

He held her small, warm body tightly. "It’s not me I’m worried about!"

Jessie pulled back and gave him another quick kiss, her lips lingering on his for a long second. "Don’t worry about me. We’ve been friends for a long time. They won’t tell anyone." She took his hands in his and looked into his eyes. "Now go get some sleep! I may have plans for you tomorrow and I’ll need you to be well-rested!" With that, she dropped his hands and went over to her tent. She looked back, blew him a kiss, then ducked inside.

 

Chapter 9 

Alyssa awoke suddenly. She lay in her sleeping bag, still naked, and listened to the sounds of the night, wondering what had awakened her. A few minutes later, someone approached the tent. The zipper of the fly opened and Jessie crawled inside. In the darkness, she didn’t realize Alyssa was awake until she propped her head up on her elbow and said, "So. How’d it go?"

Jessie had her back to Alyssa as she zipped the tent fly closed. She spun with a start when she spoke, then sighed as her heart slowed to its normal pace again.

"Jesus, Alyssa! You scared the shit outta me!" She looked down at her pretty friend and noticed her naked breasts peeking out over the top of the sleeping bag. She ignored her question and removed her sweater and jeans, then slid into her own sleeping bag. She noticed Stacy’s sleeping bag was empty. "Where’s Stacy?"

Alyssa’s grin widened. "Her and Mike are sleeping under the stars!," she replied.

"Really?!," Jessie exclaimed. She propped her head up on her elbow and faced Alyssa Alyssa nodded and her dark eyes sparkled.

"Uh-huh. And from all the moans and screams of pleasure I heard, I’d say our little girl became a woman tonight!"

"Wow!," Jessie exclaimed, and flopped back onto her pillow. "I didn’t think she was ready for that!"

Alyssa eyed her expectantly. "So. . ."

Jessie looked at her. "So. . .what?" An impish smile came to her lips . Alyssa shot her a dirty look and threw a shirt at her.

"I want details!," she whispered loudly.

Jessie grinned and stared up at the roof of the tent. "Ohhh! Details!" She didn’t say anything else, teasing her friend.

"Jessie!," Alyssa whispered as loudly as she dared, not wanting the guys to hear. She sat up, her tits bouncing free. "Tell me what happened!"

Jessie grinned and turned to her, her eyes momentarily pausing on Alyssa’s’s naked tits. "Ok, ok. We didn’t have sex. Well, we sorta did, but I didn’t. . .you know, fuck him."

Alyssa studied her pretty face intently. "Just what did you sorta do?"

She propped her head back up on her elbow and looked into Alyssa’s eyes. "I, uh . . . I gave him a blow job!" Alyssa’s eyes widened and a look of disbelief crossed her face.

"You didn’t!"

Jessie nodded. "I did," she said solemnly. Alyssa looked into her eyes and knew she wasn’t lying.

"How was it? Did you like it?"

Jessie’s eyes sparkled. "Keep this to yourself, but I loved doing it!" She paused, then asked. "Have you ever done it?"

Alyssa frowned and nodded. "A couple of times with John. Until he came in my mouth after promising that he wouldn’t!"

Jessie looked at her. "I take it you didn’t like it."

Alyssa shrugged. "It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. It was that he did it after I specifically told him not to!" Her eyes flashed at Jessie. "So what happened?"

Jessie smiled, remembering Rick’s reaction as she sucked his hot seed from his cock. "I swallowed," she said quietly, watching her face. Alyssa’s eyes grew big.

"You didn’t!"

Jessie nodded. "Well, I tried to swallow, but there was so much I couldn’t get it all!"

"Wow!," Alyssa said, staring in utter amazement at Jessie. "I never would have imagined you doing that!"

Jessie blushed a little and lay her head back on her pillow. She put her hands behind her head and stared up at the roof of the tent again. "Then Rick licked my pussy until I came so hard I almost passed out!"

Alyssa stared silently at her, trying to imagine her gorgeous friend in the throes of a massive orgasm, and wished she could have been watching her instead of Stacy. The thought made her pussy get wet again and leak a little onto the sleeping bag. Without saying a word, she climbed out of her sleeping bag and crawled over to Jessie, her naked flesh looking pale in the dim light.

"I want to do that to you, too!," she whispered, and kissed Jessie full on the lips, probing at them with her tongue. Jessie returned the kiss and reached out to pull Alyssa closer. Alyssa broke off their kiss long enough to slip into Jessie’s sleeping bag. Their warm bodies pressed together, each enjoying the softness of the others’ warm skin.

"That’s better," Alyssa whispered before resuming their passionate kiss, her legs intertwined with Jessie’s. She reached down and ran a hand over Jessie’s thigh, then under her t-shirt and up to her breasts. She was pleasantly surprised that Jessie wasn’t wearing her panties or bar. She hadn’t bothered to put them back on when her and Rick got dressed. Alyssa caressed Jessie’s firm tits, teasing her nipples with her fingers. Jessie sighed, their mouths still locked in their hot kiss. Alyssa finally broke away and fixed Jessie with a half serious look.

"We’ve been friends a long time," she said, trying to keep her face serious. "And I feel it’s my duty to tell you."

Jessie looked at her, a puzzled expression on her face. "Tell me what?"

Alyssa grinned, unable to keep a straight face any longer. "You, my dear, have some serious penis breath!"

Jessie stared at her for a second before they both broke out laughing. After a moment, Jessie regained some composure and said, "Well, I believe I know a cure for it!" She flipped back the covers to reveal Alyssa’s naked body. Jessie pulled off her t-shirt and pushed Alyssa down on her back. She positioned herself on her hands and knees between Alyssa’s legs and pushed them apart, exposing her cleanly shaved pussy. She leaned over and kissed her, their nipples brushing together.

"One sure-fire cure for penis breath. . .," Jessie whispered seductively as she kissed her way across Alyssa’s huge tits. "Is to eat . . ." She kissed down over her flat stomach and stopped just short of her mons. ". . .some pussy!"

Before Alyssa could react, Jessie ducked her head and licked along the entire length of Alyssa’a hairless slit. Alyssa moaned and squirmed as Jessie continued to lick and suck on her wet pussy, pushing her tongue in as far as she could. She grabbed a pillow and held it over her face to muffle her cries of pleasure.

Jessie moved up to her engorged clit, remembering what had sent her over the edge, and started lightly flicking her tongue across it. Alyssa’s body jerked and Jessie heard her scream louder into the pillow. She lifted the pillow from her tear-streaked face and gasped, "Oh, yes! Don’t stop!!", then pulled the pillow back as Jessie’s tongue teased and flicked across the little trigger. Once again borrowing from her experience with Rick, she locked her lips around Alyssa’s clit, sucked it between her teeth, and nibbled on it. Alyssa’s reaction was immediate. She began bucking her hips wildly and screamed even louder into the pillow. Jessie was sure that the guys cold hear her, but didn’t care. She continued sucking and teasing her erect clit until she felt Alyssa’s body stiffen, then began jerking uncontrollably as her orgasm gripped her and exploded within her .

Jessie felt a warm spray on her chin and released Alyssa’s clit to investigate. She licked Alyssa’s spasming cunt, and felt more of the warm, bitter-sweet fluid squirt into her mouth. The taste wasn’t bad so she lapped up as much as she could until Alyssa reached down and pulled her wet face from her over-stimulated twat.

"J. . . Jess!! Pl. . .Please!!," she pleaded in a shaky voice. Jessie crawled up Alyssa’s quivering body, pausing to suckle her fully engorged nipples along the way. Alyssa jerked when she did.

"Ahh! Ohhhhh!," she moaned. She gasped and pulled Jessie’s lips from her sensitive nipples to kiss her.

Alyssa was soaked in sweat, her hair stuck to her face. As their lips parted, Jessie asked, "How’s the penis breath?"

Alyssa forced a weak smile. "All gone!"

"Good," Jessie said, lying down next to her best friend and new lover. "So how’d I do? It was my first time, you know!" She nudged the panting girl lying next to her.

Alyssa turned to face her, her eyebrows raised. "If I didn’t know for a fact it was your first time, I’d call you a liar! That was. . . awesome, honey!" She hugged Jessie tight and whispered. "I’ve never cum like that before!"

Jessie grinned. "And you’re the second person to cum in my mouth tonight!"

Alyssa pulled back, looking at her. "Really? I thought I felt something but I wasn’t sure!"

"Mmmhmm," Jessie said, nodding. "You squirted me!" She giggled and kissed her. "It was delicious!"

Alyssa hugged her back, then pulled away. "Now it’s your turn!", she said with a devilish grin. Jessie smiled and shook her head.

"There’ll be time for that later. Remember, Rick just got me off a little while ago. I’m still a little sensitive." Alyssa looked disappointed, but agreed to wait. Jessie pulled her close and flipped the covers over their naked bodies. "Right now, I just want to go to sleep holding you. We’ll talk more tomorrow, ok?"

Alyssa snuggled contentedly against Jessie’s warm, soft body. "Ok," she whispered.

 

Chapter 10 

Stacy heard the chirping birds and slowly opened her eyes. Mike’s arm was still around her and she was resting her head on his bare chest. She smiled to herself, remembering their passionate love-making and enjoying the feeling of waking up naked in his arms.

Mike was still asleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Stacy’s left arm was lying across his abdomen and she started gently caressing his body with it. Feeling playful, she slid her hand under the sleeping bag and began to fondle and caress his - to her surprise - nearly fully erect cock! Her touch didn’t wake him, but she could feel it getting harder as she stroked it.

She glanced up to his face, but saw no signs of his waking up. Carefully, she moved his arm from her body and slowly sat up. He pulled his arm to his chest, but continued sleeping soundly. She looked around the campsite in the gray light of dawn, but could see no signs of life. Crawling under the covers, she once again took his hard cock in her hand and stroked it a few times, causing Mike to moan softly in his sleep. She moved her face to the tip and cautiously opened her mouth. She hesitated for only a second, then slipped her mouth over the soft head, taking as much of the thick shaft into her tiny mouth as she cold. Mike jerked slightly as she began bobbing her head up and down on the long phallus, like the girls in the porn movie had done. Suddenly, the covers lifted and Mike peered down at her, his eyes still heavy with sleep. She pulled his cock from her mouth and smiled.

"‘Morning, baby!," she said cheerfully, then resumed her cock sucking.

"Good. . . ahhhh!!" Mike’s head fell back to the sleeping bag, fully enjoying his morning blow job! Even though he’d just woken up, her hot little mouth was having an immediate effect and he could already feel the familiar tingling in his balls.

"Stacy, baby!," he gasped. "I’m really close to cumming!"

She responded by picking up her tempo, swirling her soft tongue around the sensitive head as her hand stroked the lower part of the long shaft. He was reaching the point of no return.

"Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!! I’m cumming!!," he cried. A second later, Stacy felt the head swell and a warm, salty liquid splashed against the back of her throat. She swallowed quickly, then again and again as he kept pumping loads of his hot seed into her waiting mouth. Finally, the shots subsided and Stacy licked and sucked the remaining cum from his cock before crawling back up beside him, smacking her lips.

"Morning, lover," she said as she snuggled back into his warm embrace. He hugged her tight and lovingly kissed the top of her head.

"Wow!," he said, still breathing hard. "What made you want to do that?"

She turned her face to his and kissed him. "Not that I’m complaining!," he added with a grin.

Stacy smiled and shrugged. "I don’t know. I just had the urge to give you a blow job so I thought I’d do it right!"

He looked at her, concern in his eyes. "Baby, if you didn’t like it, don’t feel like you ever have to do it again, ok? I mean it."

Stacy hugged him. "But I did like it! It really turned me on! When you came, I almost did too!" She pursed her lips. "I’ll admit, swallowing wasn’t as much fun as the sucking, but I still liked doing it!"

He eyed her suspiciously. "You’re not just saying that?"

She shook her head. "Uh-uh". She rolled over on top of him, straddling his stomach. He reached down to finger her pussy.

"Ow!," she said, wincing a little. He pulled his hand away. "Sorry, honey. I’m a little tender down there!" She managed a smile. "You really broke me in good last night!" She slid off him and Mike sat up next to her.

"I’m sorry, sweetie," he said, pulling her small naked body to his. "I should have been more gentle."

Stacy pushed him away playfully, her eyes wide. "The hell you should have!," she cried, her expression one of amused shock. "I may be walking funny today, but watch out tonight, mister! I’ll be expecting an encore performance!"

Mike grinned at her, then noticed Rick’s head poking out of the tent. "Sssh! Get down!," he hissed, pulling her down to the sleeping bag. She followed his gaze and saw Rick, wearing only his boxers, stand and stretch, then walk over to the woods to take a leak. They watched him finish, then go back into the tent and zip the flap closed.

"We better get dressed before someone sees us," Mike said as he passed Stacy her bikini and shirt. He found her shorts under the sleeping bag and tossed them to her. He gathered his own clothes together and they both dressed quickly. Stacy looked over and saw him watching her as she put her bikini top on.

"What?," she asked, a grin on her face.

Mike grinned. "Nothing. I was just taking one last look before you covered them up!"

She pulled on her shirt and kissed him. "Relax, lover boy. I can pretty much guarantee that you’ll be seeing them again!"

They stood and gathered up the sleeping bag. "Why don’t we get together for a shower once it warms up a little?," Stacy suggested.

"You read my mind!," Mike exclaimed.

She stood on her toes and quickly kissed him. "I’ll see you later, then!" She turned, ran over to her tent, waved to him, and ducked inside.

"Mike, old boy, I think you’ve really fallen into something this time!," he said out loud. He gathered up the sleeping bag and made his way over to his tent, dropped the cum-stained sleeping bag next to it, and crawled inside.

Chapter 11

Stacy unzipped the flap of the tent and started to crawl inside, only to be stopped short at the sight of Jessie and Alyssa wrapped in each others’ arms, naked at least from the waist up. Jessie stirred at the sound of the zipper and opened her eyes to see Stacy’s astonished face. She glanced down at Alyssa’s sleeping form, her lead lying on Jessie’s left breast, then back up to Stacy.

"Uh. . .morning, Stace," she said nervously. Stacy only stared in stunned disbelief.

"Come in and close the fly!," Jessie whispered, pulling the sleeping bag so that she was partly covered. Stacy only hesitated a second, then quickly crawled in and zipped up the fly. Her movements awoke Alyssa, who raised her head sleepily and smiled at Stacy.

"Good morning, Stacy," she said, stifling a yawn. "Did you have fun last night?" Now it was Stacy’s turn to blush, but she quickly recovered. It was obvious what they’d done. Besides the sleeping arrangements, the tent was strong with the distinct odor of sex.

"Looks like you two had some fun of your own!," she replied.

Alyssa looked at Jessie, who was clearly uncomfortable. "I think we’re busted, babe." She gave her a quick kiss on the lips, then turned to Stacy. "I never pictured you as a screamer!" Stacy’s face turned bright red. Jessie relaxed a little. Alyssa was always good at turning things around. Stacy managed a shy smile.

"You. . .you heard us?"

Alyssa laughed. "Hard not to! You should have used a pillow, or gone further away!" She jerked her thumb at Jessie. "Like Jessie and Rick did!"

Stacy looked at Jessie, a smile forming on her face. "You guys did it, too?"

Jessie grinned. "Not exactly. But now we know for sure that you did!"

Stacy frowned, then grinned. "Aw, hell! I couldn’t wait to tell you guys anyway!" Her expression changed to one of bewilderment. "But if you and Rick made out, how come you’re. . ." She gestured at their nude bodies. They both shrugged. Jessie spoke up.

"I hope you don’t think it’s too weird, Stacy. I don’t want to lose you as a friend."

"Me neither," Alyssa piped up. "Are you ok with this?"

Stacy looked at them for a long moment, then smiled. "I guess I shouldn’t be so surprised." Jessie and Alyssa exchanged looks. "I. . .I saw you kissing. . . at Jessie’s yesterday."

"Oh!," Jessie exclaimed, her hand going to her mouth.

"But it’s ok! I mean, I’m ok with it. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I didn’t mean to spy. I just didn’t know how to bring it up!"

Alyssa touched her arm. "It’s ok, Stace. We understand." Jessie nodded in agreement.

Stacy pulled off her t-shirt and lay back on her sleeping bag. The sun was coming up and it was getting warmer in the tent so she didn’t get under the covers. "Actually," she began, staring up at the roof of the tent. "Mike put his finger inside me and I licked it off!" She turned and looked at them. "I kinda liked it and we. . .talked about. . .you know, . . .me and him and. . . another girl."

Jessie and Alyssa looked at each other, then back to Stacy, their eyebrows raised.

"Really?," Alyssa said, moving over next to the petite blonde. Her eyes drifted down to her perky tits under her bikini top. Stacy looked at her and nodded.

"Do you know of anyone who might be interested?"

Alyssa grinned and turned to Jessie. "You’ve got Rick to look after, so. . ." She turned back to Stacy. "I guess it’s up to me! Yay!" She leaned over and lightly brushed her lips over Stacy’s. Stacy pulled her closer and returned the kiss, her tongue probing at Alyssa’s. Alyssa quickly pulled back, a shocked expression on her face, which quickly became a wide grin.

"You, too?!"

"What?," Stacy asked, puzzled.

Alyssa turned to Jessie. "She’s got a worse case of penis breath than you did!" She tried to look pensive. "I’d say fairly fresh. . .probably this morning!" She looked at Stacy, who turned bright red. Jessie stifled a giggle. "You gave him a blow job?," Alyssa asked, her eyes twinkling.

Stacy lowered her head and nodded.

"And . . . ," Alyssa urged.

Stacy looked up at her. "And. . .what?"

"Spit or swallow? I know he came in your mouth!" Stacy blushed even redder, but said nothing. Jessie spoke up.

"It’s ok, Stace. I swallowed. Some of it, anyway." Stacy looked up at her.

"You did?"

Jessie nodded. "It wasn’t too bad! And I plan on doing it again!"

Stacy grinned. "Me, too! It was a real turn-on!"

Alyssa rolled her eyes and gestured toward Stacy. "I believe we have a nympho on our hands, here!"

Stacy giggled. "A bi-curious nympho, it would seem!" She lowered her voice seductively. "I hear they can be a lot of fun!"

They all giggled and Alyssa turned to Jessie. "If you and Rick join in, we could have us a full-blown orgy!"

Jessie bit her lower lip thoughtfully. "I. . .don’t know," she said slowly.

"Why not?", Stacy asked. "You don’t have to be shy! We’re all friends!"

"About to become very close friends!," Alyssa added with a giggle.

Jessie picked up her shirt and pulled it on before answering.. "Because I’m still a virgin," she said quietly. "And I told Rick I wasn’t quite ready for sex yet." She looked up at them. "But I think maybe I was just scared."

Stacy put her hand on Jessie’s shoulder. "It’s ok, Jess. No one’s forcing you."

"I know," she replied. "And it sounds exciting. But I really like Rick and I want my first time to be just me and him."

Alyssa grinned. "So you are going to fuck him, then?"

Jessie gave her a playful shove. "You have a real delicate way of putting it. But, yeah. He’s the one."

Stacy grinned. "Then get him this morning and we can all get together later tonight!" She winced as she thought about how tender her own pussy was. "Believe me, if it’s as good as it was with Mike, you’re gonna need some recovery time!"

Jessie’s eyes widened. "Did it hurt a lot?"

Stacy shrugged. "Not a lot. It did hurt a little at first. But after a while. . . wow! Fireworks!"

Jessie nibbled on her lower lip. "Well, I’ll see how things go today. But no promises, ok?"

Alyssa and Stacy nodded, then Alyssa turned to Stacy. "No problem. First, we get her laid, then we all have a go at her!"

They began giggling uncontrollably. Jessie threw a pillow at them, then joined in on the laughter.

 

Chapter 12

Mike crawled into his sleeping bag without undressing. The one he and Stacy had used was a spare he brought along in case it turned cold at night. He had just closed his eyes when Rick spoke up.

"Well it’s about time you got home! Do you have any idea what time it is?"

Mike had one forearm resting across his eyes to keep the light out. He reached out and smacked Rick with the other one. "Fuck off. I need some sleep."

"I see." A pause. "So, did you get some last night?"

Mike lifted the arm from his eyes and looked over at Rick. "Did you?"

Rick’s grin faded. "Fair enough. Sorry I asked."

He replaced the arm over his eyes. "It’s ok. It’s just that I really like Stacy. I don’t want to screw it up."

"No problem, man. I didn’t realize it was that serious." He lay back and stared upward. "I guess I feel the same way about Jessie. I hope she feels the same way after we get home."

Mike rolled over, his back to Rick. "She’s not like that. She’ll want to keep seeing you. . .unless you do something stupid."

"Cool," Rick said, sitting up. "I think I’ll go take a shower."

"It’s gonna be cold this early," Mike warned, still trying to sleep. "It takes a while for the sun to warm the water."

"That’s ok. It’ll wake me up." He grabbed his towel and shower kit, then crawled outside. The sun was already up and felt warm on his face. He wandered down the path to the waterfall, ignoring the chattering chipmunks as they scolded him on his way by.

 

Chapter 13 

The girls finally stopped laughing and Jessie grabbed a towel and a small duffle bag. "I think I’ll go and take a nice cool shower," she said. She cast a wary glance at her two friends. Alyssa was still naked. "You two behave until I get back!" She started for the door, then added, "Or at least hang a sock or a bra from the tent pole if you can’t!" Alyssa playfully slapped her on the ass as she crawled out. "Ooooo!," she exclaimed, wiggling her panty clad ass in her face.

She looked around and didn’t see any signs of life from Rick and Mike’s tent. Slinging the small duffle over her shoulder, she made her way down the path toward the waterfall, her thoughts on Rick and her conversation with Alyssa and Stacy. Who would have imagined that so much could happen in one weekend!

As she rounded the turn in the path at the bottom of the hill, she saw Rick, completely naked, stepping cautiously across the stones to the waterfall. He stopped under the falling water and began lathering up, totally unaware of her presence.

Jessie slipped quietly down to the rock where Rick had left his clothing and removed her t-shirt and panties. She placed them on the rock next to his and quickly made her way across the familiar rocks to the waterfall and stopped in front of him. He had his eyes closed as he rinsed the shampoo from his hair and didn’t realize he had company. He opened his eyes and was pleasantly surprised to see the pretty blonde standing naked before him, the morning sun making her hair shine. She smiled and walked into his open arms.

"Good morning!," she said cheerfully, leaning up to kiss him.

"Hey, you!," he replied. "This is a nice surprise!" His eyes took in her perfect body. She grinned and passed him a washcloth.

"Could you get my back, please?" She turned around and held her long hair aside so he could wash her back, then moved down to her tight, heart-shaped ass. His other hand went around her waist and he pulled her closer, dropping all pretense of washing her. His hands went to her full breasts and gently squeezed them, rubbing his fingers over her hard nipples. Jessie sighed in pleasure at his welcome touch.

She could feel his nearly fully erect cock rubbing against her thigh. Feeling turned on by his closeness and the way he was fondling her sensitive nipples, she reached around and grasped it, stroking it slowly. Then, spreading her legs slightly, she positioned the rock hard cock between her thighs, the pushed her body even tighter to his, letting the hard shaft rub along her aroused slit. She moaned as it slid back and forth through her swollen lips, sending shivers of pleasure through her body.

Rick began moving with her, sliding his cock faster along her wet lips. This brought even more moans and sighs from Jessie. He started squeezing and twisting on her erect nipples, being careful to bring her the most pleasure possible without hurting her. They kept up this erotic dry-humping for several minutes, letting the cool water splash over their naked bodies.

Jessie was getting so turned on, she couldn’t wait any longer. She turned and kissed him, an impish grin on her face. She silently took his hand and led him back across the slippery rocks to where they’d left their clothes. As they toweled off, Jessie looked back up towards the camp, making sure they were still alone. No one was in sight. She pulled her t-shirt over her naked flesh and stuffed her panties into her duffle bag. Rick pulled on his shorts, his still hard cock leaving a noticeable bulge in them. He looked longingly at Jessie, her stiff nipples leaving little bumps in her shirt, which was just barely long enough to cover her pussy. Her eyes sparkled as she smiled at him, but she said nothing, not wanting to break the spell of the moment by speaking. Rick must have sensed it, too, because he didn’t try to speak, either. She went to him and put her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. As she stood on her toes to reach him, her shirt rose up to reveal her bare ass. He placed his arms around her waist and pulled her close, returning the kiss passionately.

She pulled back and looked up into his soft eyes. "I want you," she whispered.. "Now." She spoke softly, but in a way that told him she wasn’t taking no for an answer.

Rick looked at her curiously. "I thought you said you wanted to wait?" He cocked his head and raised on eyebrow suspiciously. "I hope you aren’t saying this because you think I want to. . . "

She put a finger to his lips, cutting him off in mid-sentence. "I have waited!", she replied, glancing at her watch. "Almost six hours!"

He gave her a questioning look. "Are you sure? Because I’m willing to wait as long as you want to." Jessie tied the towel around her waist and picked up her duffle bag.

"Come on. I want to show you something." Taking his hand, they started up the hill toward the camp, then veered off next to a boulder onto a faint trail leading into the woods. The trail led uphill and seemed to go up next to the pool of water above the waterfall. It did, but Jessie led him past the shallow pool before stopping and holding aside some bushes for him to pass through.

"In here," she said and he stepped into the shrubbery. He ducked under a thick pine bough a few yards from the path and emerged into a small clearing with a soft pine needle floor. There were several large pines around the perimeter along with a few boulders and thick foliage. The stream that fed the waterfall could be heard very close by, but Rick could see nothing through the trees and bushes.

"It’s like a little room!," he exclaimed, looking around in wonderment.

"Mmmhmm . . . and very private!," Jessie said seductively. "Not even Alyssa or Stacy know about it." She sexily untied her towel and allowed it to drop to the pine needle floor. Rick watched, mesmerized by her beauty, as she pulled off her t-shirt, once again revealing her sexy body to him. Her long hair, still damp from their shower, hung loosely over her shoulders and curled around her perky tits.

"You’re a little over-dressed," she whispered in a sultry voice. She went to him and grasped the waistband of his shorts with both hands. Dropping to her knees on her dropped towel, she pulled his shorts down and off. His erect cock sprang up in front of her face.

"Hi!," she whispered softly to his cock before taking it lovingly into her warm mouth. Rick sucked in a deep breath and rested his hands on her head as she bobbed it back and forth on his stiff member. He moaned quietly, his head back and eyes closed. She continued sliding his long cock in and out of her hot little mouth, slurping noisily as she took in as much of it as she could. She kept this up for a few minutes, occasionally licking and sucking on his balls, until Rick gently pulled her to her feet.

"Any more of that and this will be over way too soon!," he exclaimed with a smile. They kissed passionately for a few moments, savoring the feel of the others’ lips and tongue. Then he broke off their kiss and grinned at her. "Ok. Your turn!"

They spread out both of their towels on the soft floor of the clearing and Rick motioned for her to lie down. She lay on her back, her firm breasts flattening only slightly as she did. She kept her knees bent up and together, teasing him. He knelt at her feet and gently pushed her knees wide apart. The scent of her pussy filled his senses and he began to kiss up her legs, moving slowly along each inner thigh, then softly kissing the little mound above her bare pussy.

Jessie sighed and approvingly spread her legs wider, revealing the soft pink flesh hidden under the folds of her swollen labia. He once again inhaled the musky-sweet aroma of her aroused pussy and bent closer. He slowly licked all along the length of her moist slit, then teased her little clit with his tongue. Jessie moaned loudly and grasped his head, holding his mouth to her excited cunt. Rick did it again and again, each time pushing his tongue a little deeper inside her sweet pussy. He licked and sucked until he felt her body stiffen and quiver, her moans becoming urgent cries of pleasure.

"Oh, yes!! Yes!!," she cried. "Right there!! Don’t stop!! Oh!! Ohhhh. . . !!" Her cries diminished into a silent scream as she came, her body stiffening, then jerking wildly as she climaxed and released again and again. This time, Rick was prepared for her reaction and was able to keep his lips locked around her clit until she begged him to please stop. He released her spasming pussy and crawled up beside her. Her body was wet with perspiration and her chest, neck and face were red with exertion.

"Did you say something?," he asked, a playful smile on his face.

"H. . .Holy shit!," she stammered, slowly opening her glassy eyes. "You’re gonna kill me with that tongue of yours! I thought I was gonna pass out!"

"Sorry, sweetie, but you seemed to be enjoying yourself!," he replied, kissing her tit.

"Believe me! I was!," she said, stroking his well-sculpted chest. "But I can only handle so much!"

"Sorry," he repeated with a smile, then kissed her. He pulled back and looked into her enchanting green eyes ans she licked her lips, tasting herself.

"Damn! That is so sexy!," he exclaimed.

"What? That I like the taste of pussy?"

He grinned and nodded. Jessie shrugged and pulled him over to kiss him again. "I’m ready," she whispered into his ear as she hugged him, then lay back and looked into his eyes. "Please be gentle," she added, a pleading look in her eyes.

Rick gave her a worried look. "Are you absolutely sure about this?"

She nodded slowly. "Yes. I guess I’m just a little nervous." She smiled and reached up to pull him down so she could kiss him again. He returned her smile warmly and she felt some of her apprehension melt away.

"I promise I’ll be as gentle as I can," he said as he kissed her. "And if you change your mind at any time, just say the word and I’ll stop."

She shook her head. "I won’t. I want to make love to you. . .right now!"

He kissed her again, hungrily, then moved down to her firm round breasts. She sighed and held his head to her tits as he teased one, then the other. He spent a few moments there, then positioned his stiff cock over her swollen pussy. Her lips glistened with her juices. She was as ready as she would ever be. Pushing slowly through her engorged labia, her moved the tip of his cock to her tiny opening and pushed gently. Despite all the lubrication, her vagina resisted his advances so he began working it around a bit, trying to squeeze his thick head into her small hole.

 "Try to relax," he said soothingly, looking into her frightened eyes. "It’ll be easier for you. Just let it happen."

She took a deep breath and tried to relax her tense body, telling herself that Rick would be gentle and there was nothing to fear. At that moment, he leaned down and kissed her passionately, his tongue driving deep into her mouth. Startled, Jessie returned the loving kiss. Rick, hoping to distract her, continued pushing at her tight vagina. He felt her expand and his cock slid in so that the head was inside her. Jessie gasped into his mouth and broke off the passionate kiss. The sensation was odd, but it didn’t really hurt. She looked at Rick, who was smiling at her.

"Are you ok?"

She returned his smile. "Uh-huh. Feels weird, but it doesn’t hurt."

"Want to keep going?," he asked. She nodded. He pushed again and she grimaced as the thick shaft slid further inside her, spreading her soft vaginal walls. She felt a twinge of pain when the head pushed against her hymen, but didn’t cry out. Rick felt the added resistance and paused. He looked into her eyes and could see the pain in them.

"Want me to stop?," he asked again, his eyes locked on hers.

She shook her head, her lips clenched. "No," she said. "Keep going!" He nodded then pulled back a little before pushing through her barrier in one swift motion. A small cry escaped her lips and he paused again, but she put her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him in further.

"Don’t stop! Fuck me, Rick!," she gasped. He pushed all the way into her virgin pussy, completely burying his big cock inside the tight pussy.

He looked into her eyes. "That’s all I’ve got, baby. You took it all!"

She smiled up at him. "It feels so good! I feel so close to you right now!" They kissed deeply and passionately. Rick could feel her warm, soft vagina walls squeezing his hard cock in a vise-like grip and he really had to concentrate to keep from blowing his load right then and there! He pulled back from their kiss and gazed into her eyes.

"Ready to keep going?"

She nodded slightly. "Uh-huh. Just go easy at first, ok?"

He smiled. "I’ll let you set the pace."

Slowly, he withdrew until just the tip remained inside her, then pushed all the way back in. Jessie grimaced as his cock once more filled her vaginal cavity; the pain from her torn cherry still fresh. He could tell from her expression that she was in more pain than she was letting on. He paused, not wanting to hurt her, but she urged him on.

After a few minutes of long, slow fucking she began to move her hips a little, thrusting upward as he pushed into her warm, wet pussy. Her face had relaxed as well and it was apparent that the pain was being replaced by feelings of pleasure.

"Feeling . . . better?," he panted, still fighting to keep control.

"Uh-huh!," she gasped. Her eyes were closed and she had a slight smile on her face. "Starting . . . to feel . . . real good!"

The feel of his hard cock rubbing on her tender vagina walls and teasing her clit was creating the tingling sensation she recognized as the preamble to another orgasm, only much more intense than when he went down on her. She increased the speed of her movements and Rick began moving faster as well, keeping pace with her.

"Yes!," she moaned. "Oh, yes! Fuck me! Oh, yeah!"

Her words inspired him to increase the tempo and soon their bodies were slapping together, both lost in their intense love-making. She began thrusting harder, her ass leaving the towel as her orgasm built. She started moaning and crying out so loudly that her cries drowned out the sounds of their bodies slapping together and the squishing noises of their mixed fluids as Rick’s cock pistoned in and out of her sopping pussy.

"Oh, god! I’m cumming!!," she cried. She thrust her hips upward forcefully and dug her nails into Rick’s back.

"Me, too!!," Rick cried, still hammering away at her tortured pussy. His balls ached. He felt like he was about to explode!

"Cum with me!!," Jessie groaned and locked her legs around him, pulling his cock all the way in and holding him there. Her pulsating pussy was squeezing his cock in a way he’d never experienced before and a second later he unleashed a flood of hot semen deep into her womb. Jessie felt his seed splash against her pussy walls and came hard a split second later. Her back arched and her body went stiff. She groaned loudly, then came over and over while Rick pumped his cum deep inside her. She opened her eyes, saw the intense, almost painful look on Rick’s face as he came and knew he was also experiencing an intense orgasm. That seemed to intensify her own orgasm, like she could sense his pleasure and feel it herself.

They finally collapsed into each others’ arms, completely spent. As they lay there holding each other and panting for breath, Rick’s cock slowly deflated and their combined juices started to flow from Jessie’s newly deflowered pussy. She stroked his hair, damp with sweat, and kissed his neck as he lay on top of her. He was heavy, but she didn’t care. It felt so good just holding and being held by him as she came down from her orgasm.

As if reading her thoughts, he lifted his head and kissed her. "I must be getting a little heavy laying on top of you." He started to get up, but she held him in place.

"Not yet. I love the feel of your cock inside me!," she said softly.

"Well then, let’s try this." He rolled over and pulled her on top of him, keeping his semi-hard cock inside her slippery pussy. As she straddled him, she felt his semen and her cum running from her pussy down over his pelvis and balls.

She giggled. "I think I’m leaking!" He pulled her down to him and they kissed, holding each other tight. A few minutes later, his flaccid penis slipped from her pussy, releasing another flood of the combined fluids. They lay there together for another few minutes, not speaking; just holding each other and savoring their moment of total intimacy.

Finally, Rick said softly, "We’d better be getting back. They’re gonna wonder where we are." Reluctantly, Jessie sat up and climbed off of him. They dressed, gathered up their towels, and walked hand in hand back down the path.

 

Chapter 14 

After Jessie left for her shower, Stacy and Alyssa fell back asleep. About an hour later, Stacy awoke to find Alyssa, still naked, staring at her and smiling. "Hi," she said softly as Stacy returned her smile.

"Good morning . . .again!," Stacy replied, eyeing Alyssa’s breathtaking body. She stretched and sat up. "Jessie’s not back yet?"

Alyssa shook her head. "Not yet." She grinned and added, "Maybe she took your advice and jumped Rick!" They both laughed.

They heard Mike call out. "Hey! Come on, you guys! I’m all alone out here!" Alyssa winked at Stacy, a twinkle in her dark eyes.

"I just wonder where Rick could be?" Stacy giggled again, then opened her mouth to answer Mike. Alyssa put a finger to her lips. "Shhh.," she whispered.

They heard the sounds of Mike opening and closing coolers, then the clang of pots and pans. "Time to get up! I’m starving and I’m starting breakfast!" Stacy again started to reply, but this time Alyssa silenced her with a quick kiss.

"Why’d you do that?," she asked, a puzzled look on her face. "Not that I mind!" Alyssa grinned mischievously.

"Remember what we were talking about earlier? You, me, and Mike getting together?"

Stacy nodded. "Yeah. . ."

"Well, if we can get him to look in and see us making out, maybe he’ll join us!"

Stacy grinned, then her smile faded. "But I really need to get cleaned up first," she said with a note of regret. She gently touched her recently ravaged pussy and winced. "And I’m still quite sore. Why don’t we do something later?" Seeing the look of disappointment on her beautiful friend’s face, she added, "Maybe by then Jessie and Rick could join in, too!" Alyssa seemed to brighten a little and nodded her head slowly in agreement.

"You’re right. Ok. I’m just so damn horny for some dick! You two got me all wound up telling about your night!"

"Breakfast in a half hour!," Mike called. Fortunately, he was far enough away that he couldn’t hear what they were saying, but he could hear their voices and knew they were awake.

"Coming!," Stacy yelled back. She kissed Alyssa quickly on the lips and crawled to the door. "I’m gonna have a quick shower before breakfast." She turned and looked at Alyssa, her face serious. "See that you behave. I plan on keeping him for a while!" She winked at her.

Alyssa pouted and stuck out her tongue at her. Stacy chuckled quietly and unzipped the tent. She knew Alyssa would never make a move on a guy she was interested in. She just enjoyed teasing her. As she crawled out into the bright sunshine, Alyssa pretended to follow through the open flap.

"‘Lyssa!," Stacy hissed, pushing her back into the tent with a grin. She glanced over to see if Mike was looking their way. He was looking the other way, frying bacon on the stove. "Put some clothes on, you slut!"

Alyssa grinned. "Hey now, don’t get nasty!" Stacy rolled her eyes and stood up. She walked over to where Mike was cooking, glancing quickly back at the tent. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Alyssa had closed the flap. She didn’t think Alyssa would come outside naked, but one never knew with her. She was the biggest flirt Stacy had ever known. She walked over to Mike and kissed him.

"Hi there," she said softly. He turned around, a smile lighting up his face.

"Good morning, darlin’!" He planted a kiss on her lips. "Sleep ok?"

"Sure. Would have been better if you were there, though," she replied, winking and stifling a yawn as she took a seat at the picnic table. The smell of the bacon frying started her stomach rumbling. She hadn’t realized how hungry she was!

"How do you like your eggs?"

"Over easy," she replied. "But hold on for a bit. I want to take a shower before I eat."

"You’re gonna have to wait until Rick gets back." He looked at his watch. "Actually, he went down there over an hour and a half ago."

Stacy raised her eyebrows. "Oh, really?" She smiled knowingly.

Mike looked at her, puzzled by her reaction. "Yeah. He should have been back a while ago. Why do you find it so interesting?"

Stacy grinned. "Jessie went to take a shower, too. About an hour and a half ago."

Mike grinned. "Ahhh. That explains Rick’s long . . .uh . . .shower!" They both chuckled. Stacy looked down the path.

"I’m going to go check. I’ll make lots of noise on the way down and take my time." She waved and walked off, whistling loudly.

She approached the top of the hill and looked down. Seeing no one, she started down the hill. "Jess? Are you here?," she called out. No reply. She walked a few more yards. Now she was close enough to clearly hear the waterfall. She called out again. Still no answer. She rounded the turn and looked over at the waterfall. No one was there and there were no clothes or towels lying around.

She decided to take her shower anyway. Taking another look around and seeing no one, she removed her shorts and bikini top. She took ne more look, then removed the rest of her bikini, and crossed the rocks to the waterfall, letting the cool water splash over her compact, sexy body. She finished showering and made her way back to the rock she’d left her clothes on and dried herself off. She put on her shorts without her cum-stained bikini bottoms, put the top part on, and gathered up her things. She heard voices and looked up to see Rick and Jessie coming out of the woods a little way up the path, holding hands. They didn’t see her and started walking back toward the campsite.

"Hey!," Stacy called out, walking toward them. They stopped and turned, startled at the sound of her voice. "Uh, the shower’s over here!," she said with a wry smile. Rick looked down, grinning sheepishly, while Jessie’s face flushed red.

"Oh, hi, Stace!," she said, smiling nervously.

"Actually," Rick said to Jessie. "I could use another one." He kissed Jessie quickly and walked past Stacy toward the waterfall, pulling his shirt off as he walked. Stacy and Jessie started up the hill.

Stacy looked over at Jessie and said, "Did you hurt your ankle?"

Jessie looked at her, a puzzled look on her face. "No, why?"

Stacy grinned and nodded toward her legs. "Because you’re walking funny!" Jessie looked shocked for a second or two, then giggled.

"I never imagined it would be like that! My body’s still tingling!"

Stacy giggled. "I told you it was worth a little pain!"

They wandered back to camp, Jessie telling her about their love-making. Mike was still cooking and, to Stacy’s relief, a fully clothed Alyssa sat at the picnic table. Alyssa looked up as they approached.

"Hey! You found one of them! Where’s Rick?"

"Taking a shower," Jessie replied. "He’ll be along in a few minutes."

Mike looked at her, an amused look on his face. "Damn, either that boy’s real slow or very clean! He left two hours ago to do that!" Jessie’s face reddened and a warning glance from Stacy silenced any more of his comments. Alyssa finished setting the table and sat down next to Jessie, her eyes sparkling.

"Well . . .?," she asked quietly.

Jessie grinned and nodded. Alyssa squealed and hugged her. "Tell me all about it later, ok?" Jessie nodded. Rick arrived a few minutes later just as Mike was dishing out the food.

They ate in silence for a few minutes. It seemed the previous nights’ activities had created some healthy appetites. Finally, Mike said, "So what’s everyone planning to do today?"

"I was thinking of a cool drink and some hot sun!," Alyssa replied

"Me, too," Stacy said.

"Why don’t we try the lake, Rick? We could have fresh trout for supper."

Rick looked at Jessie. "What about you, Jess? Any plans?"

"I think I’ll join ‘Lyssa and Stacy on the beach. You guys go fishing if you want to," she replied.

"Well, let’s get started," Mike said, standing up and taking his dished to the wash basin. "The sooner we get the dishes done, the sooner we can hit the water!" They all pitched in and cleaned up. Rick and Mike got their gear ready while the girls changed into their bikinis. Alyssa didn’t plan to keep hers on for long. And she was hoping Jessie and Stacy wouldn’t, either.

. . . continued

for appearances and they waited for their parents to finish up in the house.

“The movers should be there by nine,” Angie said, glancing at her watch. It was almost eight-thirty.

“Artie said he was coming to help,” Michelle told them.

Angie grinned and playfully reached down toward her crotch. “Oh, yeah, I almost forgot! Artie’s home! How’d your ‘date’ go?”

Michelle giggled and sidestepped her hand. “Hey! Behave!” she scolded, playfully slapping her hand away. “I’m a little tender, ok?”

Angie laughed and nudged Steve. “I bet you are!”

“Speak of the devil,” Steve said, shading his eyes as he looked down the street. Artie was coasting up on his bicycle. He slowed to a stop when he came up to where they stood in the driveway. “Hey buddy, welcome back.”

“Thanks,” he said. His eyes moved to Michelle, then Angie. “Hey Michelle, Angie.” They both greeted him with a warm hug, although Michelle added a quick kiss. “Did you tell Steve your idea yet, Michelle?”

Steve looked curiously at her and she shook her head. “No, I wanted to wait for you.”

“What’s this?” Steve asked, slipping an arm around Angie.

“I was saying to Artie yesterday that we won’t have anywhere to go once the weather gets cold. I thought maybe we could build a little cabin somewhere near the creek - kind of a shag shack!” She grinned and Angie laughed at her name for it.

“Shag shack! I love it!”

Artie spoke up. “And all that land around the creek is crown land and it’s just sitting there. No one will care if we build something there.”

Steve thought about it for a moment then nodded. “I like it. What do you think, Ang?”

Angie grinned and hugged him to her. “Sounds great!” She smiled at Michelle. “Good idea, babe!”

“Think you could get us some wood scraps, or damaged stuff we could buy at a discount?” Artie asked Steve.

Steve nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah, I think so. It might take some time to get all we’d need, but I think I can. I’ll talk to Bob on Monday.” Bob Werner was the owner and general manager of the lumber yard.

“Cool.”

Just then their parents came out and after a brief greeting, and introduction of Artie to Angie’s parents, the O’Connells and Delaneys got in their respective cars and pulled out. The kids all jumped on their bikes and followed them to the new house.

The move went as expected. Cathy and Karen directed the movers on where to place the furniture while the movers seemed to always bring in a piece of furniture that went into whatever room Angie or Michelle happened to be in at the time. Steve grinned when he overheard them commenting on both girls. Far from feeling jealous or threatened, he was pleased that other guys considered his girlfriends to be hot too. Of course, Cathy and Karen got their fair share of lustful stares as well.

By noon the movers had emptied the van and left. All of the big and heavy furniture was more or less where it was supposed to be, leaving only the tedious job of unpacking the boxes and putting all the smaller items in their respective places. While the parents worked in the upstairs rooms, Angie took her friends downstairs to where her room was.

“After what happened last night, I didn’t think Mom would let me take this room,” Angie said as they walked into the large bedroom off the downstairs family room.

“Why? What happened?” Michelle asked.

Angie brought a hand to her mouth and looked over at Steve. “Oh, shit! I forgot to tell you!” She went over and checked to make sure no one had followed them downstairs, then turned back to Michelle and Artie. “Steve and I were getting a little…uh…friendly on the couch last night,” she began. “To make a long story short, Mom caught the tail end of a very messy blowjob!”

Michelle’s eyebrows shot up and she clamped a hand over her own mouth. “Oh my god!” she exclaimed, looking from Angie to Steve. “What did she do?”

Angie quickly related the resulting lecture as everyone listened intently. When she finished, Artie grinned up at Steve. “Holy fuck, man, it must have been hard sitting there with her while Angie was in the bathroom!”

Steve nodded, feeling his face flush. “Yeah, not a good time, bro.”

Michelle looked around the spacious bedroom, which was somewhat removed from the other parts of the house. “And they still let you have this room? Wow! My folks would have had me sleeping at the foot of their bed if they caught me doing that!”

“Little do they know,” Angie quipped with a wink.

Everyone chuckled at that and they began unpacking Angie’s things, talking about some ideas for the shag shack, as Michelle had so appropriately dubbed it. Steve made the suggestion that Jake’s grandmother had an old farm that hadn’t been worked in years and there were a few old outbuildings that they may be able to tear down for lumber. He explained that even with damaged lumber from work and using his discount, it would still be a very expensive way to do it. He also mentioned that the farm also had a lot of wooded land that wasn’t being used for anything. It would be better to build on that land, with Jake’s grandmother’s permission of course, than to take a chance on crown land, so he planned to ask Jake about it. By the time they finished and went back upstairs, they had a general idea of what they’d need to do.

　

Chapter 83

　

Later that night Angie flopped down on her bed in her new room. While she was happy to finally have a home of her own here in Mason, she was going to miss sleeping in the room next to Steve. Not to mention all the impromptu trysts those living arrangements allowed for! She sighed and glanced over at her computer on the desk, then got up and turned it on. There were a few e-mails promising her a larger penis and several offers from foreign officials pleading for her help in getting millions into the country, but one caught her attention immediately. It was from Lin! She opened it up and read it quickly.

Hey sexy! How’s life in Mason? Gettin’ any? lol. Not much happening here,

except that Jason and I split up. Kind of a bummer, but hey, that’s life, right? I’m

not gonna dwell on it.

The reason I’m writing is because 1) I don’t have your new phone number so I can’t call you! and 2) my parents are taking my brother to college and they’ll be passing right by Mason, so I asked if they could drop me off for a visit. Would that be cool? I don’t want to impose but I miss you so much and I can’t stop thinking about …well, you know! ;) Give me a call when you get this - no matter how late it is, k? Love ya!

Lin.

Angie stared at the words, re-reading it several times. She missed Lin terribly and wanted to see her very much, but she still hadn’t told Steve or Michelle about what had happened with her and Jason when she’d gone back to Williamstown. Since Jason no longer seemed to be in the picture, maybe they’d be ok with Lin and he’d never come up. She hated lying to them, but some things were best kept secret. Besides, it was only a one-time thing with him. And if Lin were to come for a visit, who knew what may transpire? She picked up the phone and dialed her number. As soon as she heard Lin’s voice, she couldn’t help smiling.

“Hey beautiful!”

“Angie! Wow, it’s so good to hear your voice!”

The talked for a few moments, Lin filling Angie in on why her and Jason had broken up. It seemed that since their threesome, he assumed she’d be open to having one at anytime and with anyone. When he showed up to pick her up for a date one night with a cute blonde in the back seat, she was stunned and refused to get in the car. A shouting match ensued and insults were hurled, the worst of which inferred she was a dyke slut who only wanted Angie. They’d never spoken again.

“Aw, baby, I’m so sorry. I feel like it’s all my fault…”

Lin interrupted her. “Don’t be ridiculous. If he thinks I’m just some sex toy who’s only there for his pleasure, it’s best I found out now before I wasted any more time with him.” She sighed. “Too bad, though. He seemed like a nice guy up ‘til then…and he was my first.”

“I know, baby,” Angie said in a soothing voice, then brightened. “But now you’re free to play the field! And a hot number like you won’t be single for long!”

Lin laughed, her laughter tinkling like delicate bells. “I hope you’re right!” She paused, then said, “So, how are you and Steve getting along? Anything juicy I should know about?”

Angie giggled. If she only knew the half of it! “Things are great! He’s a wonderful guy, Lin. I can’t wait to introduce you to him.”

“Does that mean I can come for a visit?”

Angie giggled. “You better! I have this room all to myself and this great big bed. It seems empty with just me in it!”

“Ooo…bad girl!” Lin teased, but Angie could hear her breathing deepen. “It’ll be next weekend. They can drop me off on Thursday night, then pick me up Sunday afternoon. They’re going to help Sean get settled in his dorm, then spend the weekend at a hotel resort nearby, so we’ll have three days together!”

“Awesome!” Angie replied. “Let me check with Mom and Dad and I’ll call you back, ok?”

They said goodbye and hung up. Angie sat thinking for a minute before getting up and going upstairs, her mind working on ways to get Lin, Michelle, and Steve into bed with her. Maybe even the rest of them as well. If Lin thought having sex with two other people was hot, wait until she tried a full-on orgy!

Her parents were at first a little hesitant to agree because they’d just moved in and things would still be in a state of disarray when Lin planned to visit. But they also knew how close the two girls were (or at least they thought they knew) and eventually agreed she could come and stay with them. Angie thanked them both with a kiss on the cheek and bounded back downstairs to call Lin back. When she heard the news she practically squealed in excitement.

“Before you get here, I need to talk to you about something, Lin,” Angie said after the initial excitement had worn off.

“Uh-oh…sounds serious,” Lin replied.

“It is, but hopefully in a good way,” Angie answered. “I need to tell you about my friends here so you know what you’re getting into.”

Lin chuckled. “Why…are they all freaks or something?”

Angie hesitated before replying. “Well, some people might say that.”

There was a short pause before Lin asked in a puzzled voice, “What the hell does that mean?”

Angie sighed and wandered over to her open bedroom door, then quietly pushed it closed. She lowered her voice. “Well, remember that night we spent with Jason?”

“Of course.” Angie took a deep breath. This was harder than she thought it was going to be. “Ang?”

“Sorry, I’m just trying to think of the best way to explain my relationships with my friends here in a way you’ll understand.” She could hear Lin’s breath catch and continued. “I…uh, that is, Steve and I…well, we kind of have an open relationship.” She paused again, listening to Lin’s breathing. “There’s this girl I met here, and we…well, we all get together sometimes.” She felt a burden lifted from her shoulders as she finally managed to say the words. Lin still didn’t say anything and after a few seconds, Angie couldn’t take her silence any longer. “Lin, please say something? This doesn’t change the way I feel about you.”

“I…wow, Ang…I don’t know what to say,” she finally said.

“Are you mad at me?”

“No, no, not mad. Just…surprised. I just thought it was a first time for you, too…when you were here, I mean.”

Angie hung her head. “I know, Lin, and I’m sorry. I just didn’t know how to tell you.” There was a long moment of silence before Angie finally spoke again. “I still miss you and want you to come for a visit, if that’s ok.”

“Yeah, I want to…of course. But what about your…” she hesitated before continuing, “… what about your girlfriend? Won’t she be jealous?”

Angie felt a smile creep across her face. “No, not at all. As a matter of fact, I think Michelle would like you very much.”

The insinuation didn’t slip by Lin. “I…uh, wow…are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“Only if you want to. I’m pretty sure Michelle would be up for it, and I know Steve would, if you’re interested in him.”

“You’d do that?” she asked in a disbelieving tone of voice. “I mean, share the guy you’ve had a crush on since you were seven?”

Angie giggled. “I share him with Michelle, so of course I would with you!”

Lin couldn’t believe what she was hearing! This was her best friend? The girl she’d known since kindergarten? “I…uh…” she paused, gathering her thoughts. “Let me think about it, ok?”

“Sure, no problem. But can you promise me you and I will still have some fun together, even if nothing else happens?”

Lin remembered the hot sex they’d shared and smiled. “I think I can promise that much.”

Angie laughed and then lowered her voice to a sexy whisper. “In that case, I can’t wait to see you baby!” Lin giggled and after a few more words, they said good night. Angie stared at the phone for several moments, imagining the possibilities of having another partner for a few days. And she was from out of town so it wouldn’t be like inviting someone like Ashley into the group. She began getting ready for bed, her mind racing with the memory of Lin’s sexy, naked body and picturing Steve plowing his hard cock into her tiny little slit. Despite her still tender pussy, she lay in bed naked and pleasured herself before falling asleep.

　

Chapter 84

　

While Angie was talking to Lin, Steve was on the phone with Jake. He told him about the idea for the cabin and Jake was all for it. When Steve asked about some of the buildings on his grandmother’s farm and maybe even building it on her land, he agreed wholeheartedly.

“Fuck, yeah…Gram’s been bugging my dad and uncle to get rid of the two closest to the house for a couple of years now. I think there’s still plenty of good wood in both of them.”

“Cool,” Steve replied, mentally calculating how much wood it would take to build something like they’d talked about. If he remembered correctly, one of the sheds was about the same size they’d need and the other was bigger. The roofing was long since deteriorated so they’d have to come up with something for that, but for the most part their lumber needs should be taken care of.

“Why don’t we go out in the morning and see if there’s any useful wood, then we can scout out a place to build?” Jake suggested.

Steve frowned. “I can’t. I promised Dad I’d mow the lawn and clean the garage tomorrow. Why don’t you and Artie or one of the girls go?”

“Sure, no problem. I think I know a pretty good spot. It should be perfect.”

“Yeah, somewhere well-hidden but not too far from the road.”

“The place I’m thinking of is near one of the old roads back there so we’ll be able to use the tractor and wagon to haul everything in,” Jake said. The tractor at the farm was old, but his father and uncle kept it in good running order so they could plow the long driveway in winter and do odd chores in the summer. “And it’s not a long walk from the main road either.”

“Sounds good,” Steve replied. “Call me after you get back, ok?” Jake agreed and they hung up. He thought about calling Angie, but decided against it. Her increasingly hunger for sex - any kind of sex with almost anyone - was beginning to bother him. He needed some time to think.

　

Chapter 85

　

The next morning Kristi stood in the kitchen pouring herself a glass of water. She gulped it down and stared out the window over the kitchen sink. It was almost eleven o’clock and another hot day, although not as stifling as it had been. As much as she hated to admit it, the long, warm days of summer were drawing to a close and school was only three weeks away.

She set the empty glass in the sink and listened to her sister Katie talking to one of her old high school friends on the phone in the next room. It was nice having Katie home and she’d enjoyed the time they’d spent hanging out and shopping together, but she needed a break from her and she sensed that Katie felt the same way. As close as they were as sisters, they were three years apart in age and didn’t exactly have all the same likes or circle of friends. Besides, she was going to be home for another week so they’d have plenty of time to be together before she went back to California.

“Kristi! Phone!” Katie called out. Kristi met her at the kitchen door and Katie handed her the phone with a grin. “It’s Jake!” she whispered with a wink and a grin. During one of their chats Kristi admitted to her that she’d recently lost her virginity and Katie suspected - somewhat correctly - that it’d been either Steve or Jake. She accepted the phone with a reddening face and Katie gave her another grin before disappearing down the hall.

“Hey, Jake,” she said, watching Katie go into her room and close the door.

“Hiya, babe,” Jake replied. “What’s up?”

“Nothing much…what are you doing?”

“Want to go for a hike in the woods with me?”

Kristi felt a rush of excitement as she read between the lines. A walk in the woods more likely meant slipping away to the creek for a little naked romp. “Sure, sounds like fun,” she said.

“Cool. Meet me at the school in a half hour, ok?”

“Ok, see you then.” They said goodbye and she went to freshen up before grabbing her backpack and telling Katie she’d be gone all afternoon. As she hopped on her bike, she felt her anticipation growing. Ever since being introduced to sex, she found she craved it more and more and she hoped Jake’s techniques had improved since their last time together.

She rolled into the school yard and saw that Jake was already there. As they rode side by side toward the creek, he explained to her what the purpose of their excursion was and that they were going to his grandmother’s farm about a half mile past the trail to the creek. Kristi’s hopes for an afternoon of sex fell until he explained that they’d also be scouting locations for the cabin. She smiled to herself. Surely there’d be lots of opportunities to jump him in the woods. She looked over and couldn’t help admiring his lean, tanned body as he stood up to pedal up a hill. She leaned into her bike to keep up, driven on by her desire to get him alone in the woods.

They arrived at the farm and had a nice chat with Jake’s grandmother, who seemed pleased to see Jake with a girlfriend. She heartily endorsed their taking down the dilapidated buildings and even gave her approval for them to build on her land, provided they were careful and made it look ‘nice’. They said goodbye to her and walked across the overgrown pasture to the first building and Kristi looked around the dusty interior while Jake examined it for salvageable lumber. She was happy she wore jeans, even though it was warm. The field had many burdock and briar bushes and her legs would have been badly scratched with shorts.

They went over to the other building and Kristi slipped her hand into Jake’s as they walked. He squeezed her hand and she felt the urge to kiss him. She stopped and pulled him close, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her body to his. As she ground her pelvis against his, she pushed her tongue into his mouth, making certain he understood exactly how she felt and what she wanted. After they pulled apart he smiled down at her.

“Wow…that was hot!”

She licked her lips and ran her hand over his groin, where she could feel his cock beginning to grow inside his jeans. “If you think that was hot, wait until I get you alone!” she replied with a sly smile and a wink. Before he could react, she gave him a playful push and ran toward the other shed, looking back over her shoulder at him with a playful grin. He only hesitated a brief second before a wide grin spread across his face and he took off after her. She squealed when she saw him coming and ran faster, reaching the shed and ducking inside just before he caught up to her.

When Jake entered the shed through the open door, it took his eyes a few seconds to adjust from the bright sunshine to the gloominess inside. He looked around, trying to see where Kristi had gone, then sensed movement to his right. He turned quickly and could just barely make out her slender frame standing a few feet away. As his eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness, he saw she was leaning against the far wall, her hands moving sensually over her tits. He took a step toward her, his footsteps sounding hollow on the wooden floor. She remained where she was, watching him approach, her excitement growing with each step he took.

“Well, little girl,” he said with a lustful grin, “what are you doing alone in the dark?”

She looked up at him as he stopped in front of her, then her eyes dropped to his jeans and she reached out to unfasten them. She looked back up at him as her fingers deftly undid the button and lowered the zipper. He reached out and cupped her breast over her top but she gently removed his hand and shook her head.

“Later,” she said as she reached into his open jeans and wrapped her fingers around his growing erection. He gave her a curious look and she slid down the wall until her face was level with his protruding member. With a look up at him, she moved her mouth to the tip and gave it a long lick, her eyes never leaving his face. He gasped and watched her as she licked her lips, then took him into her mouth, murmuring contentedly. He moaned and closed his eyes as her warm, wet mouth enveloped his hard cock. She began to move her head back and forth, holding one hand on his butt for balance as she stroked the base of his shaft with the other. Her technique had definitely improved and it wasn’t long before he felt the warmth spreading to his balls and knew he was about to unload into her sucking little mouth.

“Oh shit, Kristi,” he gasped, resting a hand on her head. “I’m gonna cum!”

That only fueled her desire and she began to move faster, her tongue rolling along his length as her mouth worked back and forth. She felt his body tense and braced herself to receive his load. He let out a low groan and she felt him release his hot seed into her mouth. She swallowed it immediately, then quickly made short work of the remainder of his cum. She took a few moments to make sure she cleaned him up properly, then pushed herself back up, licking her lips and smiling.

“Wow,” he said as he fastened his pants. “What brought that on?”

She shrugged and wiped a small drop of cum from the corner of her mouth. “I just felt like doing it. You didn’t mind, did you?”

He chuckled and kissed her. “Hell no!”

She laughed and slipped out from between him and the wall, turning to him. “Well, come on then. Let’s go find a spot to build a cabin!” She took his hand and they went back out into the warm sunshine.

As they walked toward the trees, neither said anything, both reliving what they’d done in the shed. They stepped into the shade of the trees and had just started down an old trail when Jake stopped and took off the small backpack he had slung over one shoulder. He unzipped a small side pocket and retrieved a baggie containing several joints. He looked up at Kristi and grinned. “Let’s change the day,” he said as he lit one up. She watched him inhale deeply, then passed it to her. As they smoked it, Jake told her about the place he had in mind. It was in a small valley between two low hills where a small stream flowed on its way to the creek. “It should be perfect,” he said as he took one last pull off the roach before grinding it into the ground with his toe. “We’ll have water and the cabin will be partially hidden by the hills. And it’s only a short hike from the road.”

Kristi nodded, her head spinning from the weed. As usual, it was very good stuff and she had a pretty good buzz happening. Jake looked over at her and laughed. “Wow, you look wasted!” he joked.

She grinned at him and playfully slapped his arm. “So do you!”

His laughter faded and their eyes met. The next thing Kristi knew he was kissing her, his tongue probing into her mouth. She welcomed the intimate kiss, returning it with the same passion. When they pulled apart, Jake looked down at her and caressed her long hair.

“I have an idea,” he said, giving her a peck on the forehead. He grinned at the cute brunette, his eyes sparkling. “Why don’t we do this in the buff?”

She gave him a curious look. “You mean get naked? Here?”

“Sure, why not?” He chuckled as he scanned her sexy body. “It’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked before.”

She giggled nervously. It did sound like fun, but she had some reservations. “What if someone sees us?”

He laughed. “No one ever comes here…it’s all private property. You did it at the creek where there was a much better chance of getting caught, so what’s the big deal?” He grasped his shirt. “Come on, I dare ya!”

She studied him for several long seconds before her own face broke out into a wide grin and she nodded. “All right.” She took the bottom of her top in her hands and met his eyes, then they both pulled off their shirts. Jake had nothing on under his shirt, of course, but Kristi was wearing her bikini under her clothes. Her firm breasts strained at her bikini top and her nipples left very prominent bumps in the fabric. Acting swiftly, before she changed her mind, he undid his jeans and pulled them off, hopping on one foot as he worked them over his sneakers. Kristi watched him for a second, then unfastened her own jeans and slid them down. She felt a rush of adrenalin as she took them off and stood up wearing only her socks, sneakers, and bikini.

Jake looked down at her, his cock beginning to show a small tent in his boxers. It sure hadn’t taken him long to recover from her impromptu blow job! She saw his eyes drop down to her tits and looked around as she reached behind her back and untied the string. She lowered it, revealing her small but still very erotic B-cup tits with her hard, stiff nipples protruding from her pink areolae. She felt her face warming and wondered why she was feeling like this. He’d seen her naked before - hell, she’d participated in orgies! Still, the idea of them resuming their hike naked was making her even hornier than she’d been earlier - and she liked it!

He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers and looked at her. Kristi took a deep breath, holding his eyes, and did the same with her bikini bottoms. As if by some unspoken signal, they simultaneously pulled them down and off and stood facing one another in the woods wearing only socks and sneakers. Jake grinned at her and she couldn’t help grinning back.

“Wow, this feels so cool!” he said.

Kristi nodded, but wrapped her arms around herself and looked around. Despite her nervousness and fear of getting caught, it was very thrilling to be naked outdoors. Sure, she’d done it while camping, but she’d had alcohol to lower her inhibitions. This felt very different.

Jake began putting their discarded clothes into the backpack. Kristi watched him, his sinewy muscles rippling as he stood up and slung the pack over one shoulder. He took a long look at her sexy nude body, then took her hand and led her down the trail.

After about fifteen minutes he stopped and pulled a small hatchet from the backpack. He pointed toward an opening in the thick brush that lined the trail. “In here,” he said, his eyes automatically making a quick scan of her nude body. She was beginning to feel almost comfortable being naked but his lustful look immediately brought back the rush of doing something so taboo. He paused as if thinking, then dropped the backpack and walked over to her, placing his hands on her bare shoulders. She noted that his once semi-hard cock was now back to full hardness, almost touching her lower abdomen. He gave her a sly smile and cocked his head to one side. “You know, I never did properly thank you for that incredible blow job back there.” Before she could respond, he bent over and began to lick and suckle her still hard nipples. She inhaled a deep breath, enjoying the feel of his mouth and tongue on her sensitive nubs.

He kept this up for a few moments, switching from one to the other, then looked into her eyes. He grinned and gave her lips a quick kiss, then dropped to his knees before her, kissing at her stomach and moving his hands around to clutch her ass and pull her closer. He licked her mons and she instinctively parted her legs to allow him access to her now swollen and moist pussy. He moved lower, teasing her clit, then licked back and forth over her engorged labia. Her juices had started to flow when he was working on her tits and now she was practically dripping with wetness. His tongue rolled along her slit, capturing her sweet nectar and sending shivers of pleasure through her young body. When his tongue pushed between the folds of her labia and into the warm wetness of her pussy, she gasped and grabbed a nearby tree for support. He teased her cunt for several seconds, then moved up to her clit. When he began to lick and suck on it, she felt her orgasm build quickly and before long she was moaning loudly as he brought her to fulfillment again and again, until her knees felt weak and she begged him to stop before she collapsed.

He grinned up at her, his face wet from her excretions, then stood up. Her face and chest were both flushed red and she was breathing hard. “There, I feel better now,” he said, licking her cum from his lips.

She managed a smile and leaned in, holding him. “Me too!“ she gasped. He took her trembling body into his arms, holding her until she felt strong enough to stand on her own again. They kissed deeply and she tasted herself on his lips and tongue, reminding her of her and Michelle’s sexual adventure. After a moment, they pulled apart. Jake picked up the backpack and taking her by the hand, they started off through the bushes.

After making their way through the tree and bushes to the spot Jake had chosen, Kristi was beginning to have some second thoughts about naked hiking, and it had nothing to do with embarrassment. While Jake was good about clearing the big branches from their path with his hatchet, she was still getting scratches all over her body from the smaller ones he missed. Only the sight of his naked ass ahead of her and how hot it was to be naked with him like this kept her from asking for her clothes. The oral sex was great and Jake had definitely improved, but she really needed to get fucked. And her anticipation grew with each passing second. If they didn’t reach the place soon, she was going to have to attack and rape him.

Fortunately for Jake, they emerged from the trees a few minutes later and he stood aside to hold a large spruce bough out of the way. She stepped past him and into a small clearing on the bank of a tiny stream. They were in sort of a hollow between two hills at a bend in the stream. The ground was flat and grassy and was big enough for a small cabin and still leave lots of room for outdoor activities.

“What do you think?” Jake asked, walking into the middle of the clearing. He pointed to the stream, which barely had any water running it. “There’s usually more water in the stream. It’s just been so dry this summer.” He pointed to the hills. “We should be well hidden here and the hills will even hide some of the smoke from the stove.”

“Yeah, it’s nice.” She turned to him, nibbling on her lower lip and looking down at his cock, which had reverted to a somewhat limp state. “Maybe we should…try it out. You know, make sure everything works like it should here.” She took a step closer and began to pull on her nipple.

He chuckled, but his face became serious when he saw the look of pure lust in her eyes. “Hmm…yeah…maybe we should.” She stopped and picked up a twig from the grass, then sat down and spread her legs. Her pussy opened up to him, pink and glistening in the sunlight. He felt his cock go from semi hard to rigid in just a few seconds. Kristi watched it rise to attention before her eyes and beckoned him over. He dropped to his knees at her feet and she pushed herself onto all fours, crawling over to him until their faces were almost touching. She gave him a quick peck on the lips, then looked down at his hard cock.

“Mmm…looks like you’re ready.” She gave him a gentle push and he sat down, his cock pointing straight up. She winked at him, then lowered her mouth to his cock and began to suck on it, the taste of his precum filling her mouth. It was turning her on even more to be sucking his cock, but she was already more than ready to be fucked. She planted a soft kiss on the tip, then crawled into his lap, pushing him back until he was lying under her on the grass. She rose up and placed the head of his cock against her opening, then slowly sank down onto him, sighing as his cock filled her needy pussy.

“Oh fuck yes!” she moaned as their pelvises met. She rocked back and forth, rubbing her clit against the base of his shaft. His cock felt so good and she relished the feel of it after waiting so long. It was hard to believe that she’d closed off this part of her life for so long until finally giving up her cherry. Now she couldn’t imagine life without sex!

She leaned down and braced her arms on either side of Jake’s head, her hips rising and falling. Her tits were just above his face and he pulled her down more so that he could capture them in his mouth. The combination of his cock pumping in and out of her pussy and his mouth on her tits was enough to make her cum quickly. She felt it start and release almost before she knew what was happening. It wasn’t a huge orgasm, but never before had it happened that quickly. She only paused for a brief moment as she came, then resumed fucking Jake with renewed vigor.

Jake watched Kristi mount him and sighed as her warm pussy surrounded his cock. When she bent over him, her tits simply looked too delicious to ignore and he began suckling and nibbling on them. He felt her quiver for a moment and her pussy tightened on his dick, but she made no sound and continued to pump his cock as if nothing happened. It felt like she came, but he couldn’t be sure. In any case, he was determined to show her how much better he’d become and concentrated on not cumming too soon. He wanted to have her in every way possible first!

Kristi felt another orgasm starting deep inside her and she knew this one wasn’t going to be a lightweight like the first one. She began to hump hard, driving her pussy down hard on his cock and rocking against the base. She sat up, pulling her tits from his mouth, and braced one hand on his chest, the other on his leg behind her. She threw her head back and began to slam up and down, using her legs for full leverage. Her orgasm built, faster now. Jake’s cock was hitting on a really good spot and she was aware of her moans becoming louder but was powerless to do anything about it. She concentrated on the sensations deep in her womb while using his cock to increase her pleasure.

When she couldn’t take it any longer, she felt her vaginal muscles contract and arched her back, crying out in blissful ecstasy as her orgasm exploded. Wave after wave of pleasure overpowered her senses and she felt a wet release between her legs. She rocked back and forth, her hair swinging into her face as she came again and again, her body gripped in one of the most intense orgasms she’d ever experienced. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, she stopped cumming and her muscles relaxed. She collapsed to Jake’s chest, still shuddering with the occasional aftershock.

Jake watched Kristi’s orgasm with a look of amazement. He felt a flood of warm wetness pour down his cock and balls, soaking his entire genital area. Had her orgasm been so intense that she lost control and peed on him? Whatever happened, she seemed blissfully unaware and continued to cum for what felt like several minutes. Her pussy clamped down so tight on his cock that it effectively prevented him from cumming. He watched her writhe and twist on his cock until she fell to his chest, her skin damp with perspiration and red with exertion. He held her until her breathing returned to a somewhat normal state, then kissed her neck softly.

“Are you ok, Kristi?” he asked in a quiet voice.

She didn’t answer right away, but he felt her shift her position and gasp as his cock moved inside her. Finally she lifted her head and smiled down at him.

“Oh my god!” she gasped. “That was…amazing!”

He smiled and kissed her. “Really?” She nodded and put her face into his neck, kissing him. “Then I guess we need a new rule…no clothes in the woods!”

She giggled, then gasped as his still hard cock shifted again inside her sensitive pussy. “Oh!”

Slowly, she pushed herself up to a sitting position and brushed her damp hair from her face. Her skin was still flushed and she looked like she’d just performed an intense workout. “I’m so sensitive,” she said, inhaling sharply as she moved up and back down slowly on him. “Oh geez…that feels good!”

He still hadn’t cum and he wasn’t through fucking her yet. Reaching up, he grasped her arms and gently rolled her over so that he was on top with her long legs wrapped around him. His cock was still buried in her tortured pussy and she closed her eyes as he withdrew, then pushed back in.

“Mmm…you feel so wet,” he said as he moved in and out slowly, watching her facial expressions change each time he penetrated her to the hilt. She didn’t say anything, just rolling her head from side to side. He continued talking. “I’m gonna fuck you so much, you’ll be begging me to stop.” She moaned softly, still enraptured by her orgasm and the feel of his cock as he pumped in and out of her overly sensitive cunt. While this felt good, he needed more. He wanted to really pound her and drop a huge load inside that pussy, then finish on those perky little tits.

He withdrew from her and she looked up at him as if to ask why he was stopping. He got to his knees and took her legs in his hands, folding them and pushing them to her chest. He’d seen this position in a porno and it looked like fun. Kristi allowed him to manipulate her, not caring what he did as long as he put his cock back inside her quickly. He leaned over her and did just that, sliding into her wet hole easily. She moaned and closed her eyes again, smiling as she was once again filled with hard cock. As he began to move, she felt another orgasm building. It seemed that in this position he was touching on new and very sensitive places. She hoped she’d be able to handle another round.

Jake pushed into Kristi’s tight little cunt and he had to pause part way in. In this position, with her legs together, she felt even tighter and he loved it. He pushed all the way in and began to move, watching as a smile formed on her face. Taking that as a good sign, he started pumping faster, relishing the feel of her tight twat on his throbbing cock.

“You like that?” he gasped. “You like being fucked like this, out in the open? Where anyone could see us?”

Kristi barely heard his words, but acknowledged with a gasping, “Uh-huh!”

He grinned and slammed hard into her. “You little slut!” She cried out and he continued to hammer away at her until her cries became shorter and he felt her body tense in another orgasm. She groaned loudly through clenched teeth and once again he found it difficult to move as her muscles contracted around his cock. Needing to continue, he pulled her legs up, spreading them wide and holding her ankles above his head. This relieved some of the pressure on his shaft and he began to pound away at her mercilessly once again. Her staccato cries became even louder and he soon felt the cum boiling in his balls.

“Oh fuck yeah!” he grunted as he slammed into her over and over. “Get ready…here it comes!” She moaned something he couldn’t make out and he continued to slam into her until her felt the cum surging through his shaft. “Oh yeah!” he cried. He felt a huge load shoot into her waiting cunt, quickly being squeezed out. He withdrew and aimed his spurting cock at her chest, pumping still more sticky white cream all over her tits and stomach.

The sensation of his cumming inside her triggered another orgasm and when he suddenly pulled out, she opened her eyes and looked up in time to see him finish ejaculating onto her chest. She hadn’t been expecting that, but it was so hot!

He finished stroking his cock and remained there, eyes closed and his drooling cock still aimed at her stomach. Still feeling very turned on, she pushed her weakened body up and took his cock in her hand. He opened his eyes and looked down at her as she took his cock into her mouth and looked up at him as she sucked the remaining cum from him and cleaned their combined juices from it.

“W…wow, Kristi,” he exclaimed, stroking her damp hair. “That was so fucking good!”

She released his cock and smiled, nodding. “Yeah…I know…I’ve never cum like that…ever!

He chuckled and lay down next to her. She rolled over and lay her head on his chest, placing a leg over his. “We need to do this again, baby. This naked hiking thing. I mean, look what it leads to!”

She giggled and caressed his chest. “I really liked the way you were talking to me. Calling me a slut, telling me you were going to fuck me.”

He glanced down at her. “Really? Cool…I wasn’t sure if you’d like it or not.”

“Mmmm…” she murmured, “I like it! Where did you learn that?”

He hesitated before answering, not wanting to ruin the moment. “Angie and Michelle,” he finally conceded.

“Right,” she said without a hint of jealousy, “I guess I should have known that. Sorry.” She made a mental note to thank the girls for tutoring him on that and many other things, it seemed!

He kissed her head. “We should all be naked when we’re here. It should be a rule, don’t ‘cha think?”

Kristi lifted her head and grinned at him. “I think that’s a great idea!” She kissed him. “As long as you don’t mind being here with Steve and Artie too. We can’t be selective you know!” Her eyes twinkled.

“Oh yeah…I forgot about that,” he said in a dejected tone.

Kristi laughed and sat up. “Aw, come on! Don’t be so homophobic! If we’re going to have orgies, you’re gonna have to be around them too. It can’t always be just you and us girls!” Jake grunted a response. She reached down and teased his flaccid cock. “Besides, I may want to have two or more guys sometime.” She looked down and gave him a wink. “So you better get over it!”

“Oh geez!” he groaned. “All right, but not if there are no girls here. That’s just gay.”

She laughed. “Come on, stud. It’s getting late.”

They stood up and Jake picked up the backpack. Kristi looked expectantly at him. “What about our clothes?”

He grinned and gestured around. “We’re still in the woods, remember? We can’t be breaking the rules right after we make them, can we?” She giggled and nodded. He put an arm around her and they walked toward the stream. “The road is only a few minutes walk this way,” he said, pointing in the opposite direction from which they’d arrived. He retrieved a roll of orange ribbon form the back pack. “We’ll tie pieces of this to trees so we can find it easily from the road.” He tied one to an overhead branch, then they began the trek to the road.

　

　

　

　

Chapter 86

　

That same morning, Steve awoke at seven am and got to work right after breakfast, hoping an early start would allow him to salvage some of the afternoon. He went in after finishing cleaning the garage around ten-thirty and called Angie, but her mother said she’d gone to the mall with Michelle. He went back out and tackled the lawn, his thoughts on his increasingly anxious feelings about Angie’s lustful behavior. He had to figure out some way to tell her enough was enough without jeopardizing their relationship, or any of the other ones they were involved in. What they had now was fine with him, but he felt if anymore people were brought in, eventually the secret would get out.

The chores hadn’t taken as long as he thought they would and by noon he was downstairs in the shower. He needed to talk to someone about this, preferably a girl to get a female perspective. Michelle was too close to Angie so he couldn’t really talk to her. And while his mother had offered her advice, there was no way in hell he was bringing this up with her! That left only Kristi. While she wasn’t his first choice, she was a friend he’d known for years, and the only available option. He toweled off, got dressed and went upstairs to get some lunch, then got on his bike and rode over to her house.

A few minutes later he leaned his bike against the fence at Kristi’s house and went over and knocked on the back door. As he stood waiting, his thoughts once again drifted to Angie’s suggestion that she hook up with Ashley and he was startled from his thoughts when the door was opened not by Kristi, but her older sister Katie.

“Hey, Steve! Wow, you’re looking good!” the cute sandy-haired girl said with a wide smile.

He was slightly taken off guard and it took him a second or two to respond. “Oh, hey, Katie. How are you?” He couldn’t stop himself from checking her out. She was a little taller than her sister, with the lithe, deeply tanned body that only came from hours of basking in the warm west coast sun. While she didn’t have large breasts, they were larger than Kristi’s and her low cut halter top gave him a nice view of her cleavage. Matched with a very short pair of cut-offs, she was certainly a vision that would’ve made any guy look twice. “Uh…is Kristi home?” he finally managed to stammer.

Katie shook her head, her long hair swaying and falling across her face. She brushed it aside. “No, sorry, she went out with Jake this morning.” Steve frowned and kicked at a pebble. “Hey, why don’t you come in and keep me company? It’ll give us a chance to catch up!”

He looked up as she held the door open for him. “Sure, ok, thanks,” he mumbled as he slipped past her, the scent of her suddenly filling his senses.

“Cool!” she said as she pulled the door closed and followed him into the kitchen. “Go on in and have a seat,” she said, waving toward the family room, “I’ll get us some iced tea.”

Steve returned her smile and went in, taking a seat on one end of the couch. The TV was on with the sound muted. Julia Roberts was arguing silently with some lawyers in Erin Brockovitch. He watched the scene absently, wondering just what he and Katie had to catch up on. He knew her a little as Kristi’s older sister of course, but they were never really friends. She was three years older and while always nice to her younger sister and her friends, she was never really close to any of them. He turned as she came in and passed him a tall glass of iced tea before taking a seat next to him on the couch.

“So, what have you been up to?” she asked, her warm brown eyes taking him in as she crossed her long legs. “You sure look a lot older this summer.”

“Thanks,” he replied, taking a sip from his tea. Katie began talking about how much she was enjoying being home but was also looking forward to getting back to LA. They began talking about universities and what California was like and soon he began to relax. Unlike Kristi, Katie was very open and loved to chat. Steve supposed that until now, she hadn’t considered him old enough to relate to. But now she was talking to him like someone her own age, and he wasn’t missing her subtle looks when she thought he wasn’t watching. He’d learned a lot about girls in the past few weeks and he knew when he was being sized up.

Gradually the talk turned to Mason and Kristi, and the rest of his friends. Katie told him Kristi seemed to be a lot more at ease this summer. When she said that, Steve caught a twinkle in her eye and felt his face getting warm. “I finally got her to tell me what happened to make her…um, a little less tight-assed,” Katie said before taking a sip from her glass. Her eyes studied him as she took a drink.

“Oh?” he said, taking a sip of iced tea and trying to sound nonchalant.

“Mmhmm,” she replied, still watching him. “So tell me, Steve…” She paused. “…are you the guy who took her cherry? Or was it Jake?”

Steve nearly choked on his tea and forced himself to look over at the sexy girl next to him on the couch. During their conversation she’d turned to face him, folding one leg under her. She was watching him with a serious look on her face, but her eyes were sparkling mischievously.

“I…uh…” he stammered, feeling his face getting even hotter.

Katie laughed and set her glass down on the coffee table, giving him an even closer look at her cleavage as she leaned forward. “Relax, I’m just teasing you!” she exclaimed. He relaxed somewhat, but was still sitting very still. She leaned in closer, so close he could feel her breath on his cheek. “I only asked because she told me the first time wasn’t that great, but the next time was with a different guy and he was incredible!” She moved closer. “Now, she wouldn’t say who either guy was, but I know you’ve both dated her.” Her hand moved to his leg. “So tell me Steve, were you the first guy to fuck my little sister, or are you the one who really rocked her world?” Her hand moved higher and he felt his cock respond.

“I…I wasn’t her first,” he managed to say.

Katie moved her hand to where his cock was starting to push against his shorts. “But you did fuck her, right?” He managed to nod and she moved even closer, so that her firm breasts pressed against his arm. “I’m curious…how someone your age could be so good in bed,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. “Did you have a good teacher? Or are you just a natural? Hmmm?”

Steve shook his head, watching as her hand began to stroke back and forth over his growing erection. Suddenly, his shorts were feeling very constrictive. “I…I don’t know,” he gasped.

She turned his head to face her. “Then why don’t you show me.” She kissed him, her soft lips pressing against his, her tongue snaking into his mouth. They kissed long and deep until she pulled away and reached for her top. She slowly lifted it over her head and tossed it to the floor, revealing her completely tanned and beautiful tits to him. She cupped each one, her fingers rubbing her stiff nipples. “I haven’t gotten laid since I came home and I really need some cock!”

Steve took a look at her gorgeous tits and the look of wanton desire in those pretty eyes. What the hell, if Angie could have sex with other girls, so could he. He reached out and began to caress and knead her tits as they kissed again.

After a few moments, Katie pulled away and began unfastening his shorts. He welcomed the release as his fully hard cock was freed from the confines of them and lifted up so she could take them down and off, followed swiftly by his boxers. She looked down at his hard cock and back up to him, licking her lips and grinning.

“Wow, not bad!” she exclaimed as she slid to her knees in front of him. He watched as she grasped his cock and began to pump it slowly. Then she bent over and he felt her mouth encircle his head, her tongue moving over it and her silky hair spilling across his stomach and thighs. He moaned his approval and she took him deeper, her tongue continuing its sensual movements. She was obviously no novice to giving head and he leaned back as she began to bob up and down, her hand stroking him at the same time.

“Oh fuck!” he breathed. Her mouth was so wet and she was sucking him so hard it felt like he was fucking a very tight, wet pussy. The sensations she was creating were very quickly bringing him to the point of no return and he gently reached down and lifted her mouth from his throbbing penis. She looked up at him. “Katie…you’re going to make me…”

She smiled and caressed his wet shaft. “Isn’t that the idea?” She dropped down and kissed the sensitive tip. “Let me finish you.” Before he could say anything, she’d swallowed over half of his cock, sucking noisily. He leaned back and closed is eyes. If she wanted it, who was he to argue?

She continued her same technique, her warm mouth engulfing his cock tightly as she moved up and down; in and out. It wasn’t long before he felt the familiar feeling and knew he was getting close.

“Oh fuck…I’m gonna cum!” he gasped, his hand gripping her hair.

“Mmmmph” she mumbled, and increased her pace. He felt the cum rising in his balls and thrust upward involuntarily. She accepted him without missing a beat and as he felt the cum surging through his shaft, he let out a low guttural groan and came hard in her mouth. She murmured contentedly and continued to suck the jism from his balls, swallowing it as she did. When he was finally spent, she pulled her lips from the sensitive knob and kissed it a few times before looking up at him.

“Mmmm…that was fun. You lasted longer than most guys do.” She winked. “I’m told I give very good head!”

He managed a grin and nodded. “No argument here!”

She giggled and stood up. As he caught his breath, she unfastened her cutoffs and began to slowly and sexily wriggle the tight shorts over her sensual curves. She turned around and he watched as her beautiful ass was revealed to him. She had on a very tiny thong under it and both cheeks were bared to him. She paused in her strip-tease so he could knead and fondle her firm ass. When he slipped a finger between her legs, he could feel the heat from her excited twat and the wetness on the small patch of fabric that covered it. She moaned softly and parted her legs slightly so he could continue for a few moments, then turned around to face him again. She was holding her breasts, her shorts lowered part way to her knees, with only that tiny little patch of white fabric covering her pussy. The thong was so wet that her lips could be seen through the nearly translucent material and he noted she was completely shaved. He looked up into her pretty face and knew instinctively what to do.

He reached out and grasped her hips, pulling her closer, then leaned in and licked the wet cloth of her thong, tracing the outline of her excited pussy with the tip of his tongue. She moaned and her hand dropped to his head as she pushed herself tighter to his mouth.

“Oh fuck yes!” she hissed through clenched teeth.

Steve’s hands went to her shorts and he tugged them down until she kicked them off. Without pausing, he pulled her thong down and inhaled the sweet fragrance of her pussy. She bent over to remove her thong and he immediately moved back in, clutching her ass and pulling her to him. As his mouth closed over her pussy, she parted her legs and began to rock her hips against him. He licked at her outer lips, then pushed inside, parting her inner labia and delving into her hot, wet hole. Katie’s moans grew louder and his tongue darted and twirled inside her sweet pussy. When he moved up and began to nibble and suck on her clit, her body began to tremble. Her breathing became shallow and he could hear a small strangled sound coming from her. Then, with a long release of a held breath, she came, but without a loud cry. He could hear only a small gasp and whimper, but her pussy gushed sweet love juice into his mouth and her body shuddered and shook. He lapped up all of her nectar until she finally pushed him away and flopped down next to him on the couch, her flushed chest heaving and her tits swelling with each breath. The sight of her after he’d made her cum was all it took to bring his cock back to life.

She looked over at him and smiled sleepily. “Wow…you’re very good at giving head too!” She took his hand and pulled him closer. His face was wet with her juices, but she kissed him anyway, long and deep. By the time they finished their kiss, he was back to full functionality. She looked down at his hard cock and smiled. “Mmmm…time for round two?”

He grinned. “Round two? We haven’t finished round one yet!” With that, he pulled her up into a sitting position, then motioned for her to kneel over the arm of the couch. She complied with a small smile, her pussy lips poking between her legs as she knelt over and presented her ass to him. “You said you wanted some cock, so here it is!” He knelt on the couch and placed his hands on her waist, then guided the tip of his cock to her swollen pussy. He rubbed it up and down her wet lips, causing her to rock and push back against him, a low moan escaping her lips.

“Please…” she panted, looking back over her shoulder at him, “…please fuck me now!”

He grinned at her pleading words and applied pressure, forcing the tip of his cock into her wet snatch. She let out a small yelp of pleasure and lowered her head, grinding back against him. The feel of her hot pussy gripping his cock made him pause for a second and he resisted her attempts to force him in deeper. She moaned louder and begged him to go deeper, but he held her firmly, enjoying her pleas.

“Tell me you really want it, baby,” he growled. “Tell me how much you need my cock!”

“Oh god…please….I need your cock so bad!” she gasped, looking back at him again. Her eyes held a look of lust that was unmistakable and he loved teasing her like this. Imagine, he was only sixteen and this hot college chick was begging him to fuck her! He pushed in a little deeper and her pussy walls gripped his cock. He could feel the muscles of her tight vagina flexing on his cock and the feeling was incredible! He drove all the way in, unable to resist the hot tightness of her any longer. She groaned when he bottomed out and lifted her head, arching her back.

“Oh fuck yes!” she gasped. Steve didn’t move for a few seconds, the sensation of her rippling vagina trying to milk the cum from his balls. She began to rock her ass against him and he slowly withdrew and pushed back in. She looked back at him, her eyes wild. “Oh yeah, baby…fuck me!”

He began to move at a slow but steady pace once the initial urge to cum had passed. There was no way he would’ve lasted more than a few strokes if she hadn’t blown him first. She moved with him, her toned body rolling sensually as they fucked slowly. Gradually, they began to pick up the pace and after a few minutes, Steve was hammering hard into her. His grunts mixed with her moans and the couch shook with the force of their thrusts. Without thinking, he reached out and grabbed her hair, giving it a pull. She let out a mewling cry and pushed back harder against him, grinding her ass against his groin as his cock was buried inside her. Katie was moaning almost non-stop and he sensed she was about to cum. Sure enough, a few seconds later he felt her pussy clamp down on his shaft, making her already tight cunt feel even tighter. She shuddered and dropped her head down, but otherwise made no sound. He continued to fuck her as hard as he could until she gasped and groaned and he heard a small yelp as she came again.

This time, he did slow down. Watching this sexy girl cum was almost the final straw and he nearly blew a huge load inside her steamy pussy. But he didn’t know if she was on the pill and was hesitant to cum inside her. Besides, she seemed to enjoy the rough sex and dirty talk. It would be so fucking hot to explode all over her pretty face.

When she came down from her second orgasm, he withdrew and turned her to face him. She sat on the couch and looked up at him as he stroked his hard cock, glistening with her juices. “Where do you want it?” he asked.

Her face was still flushed and her hair was damp along her brow. She looked so fucking sexy sitting there with her pussy swollen and red and her nipples hard. She looked down at his hard cock, then back up to him.

“Wherever you want,” she said in a low, submissive voice.

He grinned. “Then suck my cock until I’m ready, then I’m gonna cum all over your face.”

She nodded and leaned forward, taking his cock in her hand before slipping it into her mouth. Steve sighed as she began to suck him the same way she had earlier. Her mouth felt so good he began to feel the buzz in his balls almost right away.

“Oh fuck yeah,” he gasped. She began to move faster and he knew it was only a matter of seconds. He waited until he was about to blow, then pushed her head away. “Oh yeah…!” he groaned as he aimed his cock at her open mouth and pumped it. A second later, he came hard, shooting his creamy jism all over her face and into her mouth. He kept stroking his cock until he was finished, then pressed it to her cummy lips. She licked some of his seed from her upper lip then took the sensitive tip into her mouth, sucking on it until she’d collected all of it. She sat back, looking up at him, his cum running down her face and hanging from her nose and chin in long strings. She looked incredibly sexy like that!

“Nice,” he said, wiping a gob from under her left eye. She took his hand and sucked it from his finger, all the while watching him. She took his finger from her mouth and licked at her lips again, collecting some more of his sticky seed.

“Wow,” she said with a sexy smile, “…you really are pretty fucking good!”

He felt his face flush. “Thanks…you too. Were you…doing something when we were…you know, fucking? I could feel you squeezing me.”

She laughed and stood up, wiping another gob of cum from her nose. “You like that, huh? Maybe I’ll teach my little sister how to do it!” She kissed him quickly. “I’ll be right back…I think I need to clean up a little.” He watched her cute little ass as she went down the hall to the bathroom, then chuckled and began to get dressed.

When she came back a few minutes later, she was still naked. Her face glowed from the scrubbing and she looked so hot he felt his cock trying to respond once again. She picked up her clothes and began to get dressed, pulling on her top first. She picked up her thong, then looked at him and tossed it to him, grinning. “Something to remember me by,” she said with a wink as she pulled on her tight shorts.

Steve put the sexy panties to his nose and inhaled her musky scent before putting them in his pocket with a smile. “Thanks.”

She took a seat next to him and lay a hand on his leg. “My sister’s one lucky chick to have a guy like you,” she said.

“Well, actually, I’m kinda seeing someone else,” he replied. “She’s with Jake now.” Appearances had to be kept up, right?

Katie moved her hand up to his crotch and gave his cock a quick squeeze. “Then she’s one lucky chick!” she said with a little laugh. “Hey, look…I’m gonna be in town for another week.” She leaned in and gave him a kiss on the lips. “I’d love to hook up again, if you want.”

He smiled and nodded. “Yeah, that’d be great!”

“Cool,” she said, giving him one last rub. She looked over at the clock. “Kristi could be home soon,” she said. “Maybe you better go.”

He nodded in agreement and they both stood and walked to the back door. He turned and kissed her one more time. “This was great, Katie.” He paused, then added, “Um…I don’t think there’s any need to mention this to anyone, ok?”

 

She giggled. “You can relax, Steve. I don’t think my kid sister needs to know I balled her boyfriend! I won‘t say anything.” She touched his arm as he opened the door. “But I was serious about doing this again. Would that be ok?”

He hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah, sure. But we have to be careful.”

She thought for a minute. “Kristi and Mom are going out tomorrow for the afternoon.” She smiled seductively. “I’ll be all alone.”

He thought for a moment, then nodded. “I have to work until one, but I can come over right after that. I’ll just say I had to stay later.”

“Awesome,” she said as he went outside, “It’s a date then.” She grinned. “A fuck date!”

He laughed and with a final wave, hopped on his bike and pedaled down the driveway toward home. He did feel a pang of guilt about cheating on Angie, but they did have an open relationship. At least that’s how she saw it. He decided there was no reason to say anything about it though. Katie was leaving in a week anyway. What would be the point of risking what he had with Angie and the others over nothing more than a roll in the hay? He rode home, thinking of how tight she’d been. He was beginning to get hard again just thinking about fucking that hot little pussy again tomorrow!

　

　

　

　

She could run her idea past the girls before letting the guys in on it.

“Hey there,” Michelle said as she pulled up and dropped her bike.

Kristi also greeted her with a warm smile and a friendly, “Hi”.

“Hey,” she replied, taking a seat next to Kristi. “How’s everyone this morning?”

“Great,” Michelle said, looking at her closely. “Did I notice a slight limp in your step this morning?” she teased with a wink to Kristi.

Angie laughed. “Oh my god! Wait until I tell you what we did!” Hurriedly, she told them about the rape fantasy she lived out with Steve and the others listened with interest. “…and I came soo hard!” she exclaimed when she finished. “Fuck, it was hot!”

“Wow,” Michelle said, “ Sounds like a lot of fun!” She remembered how good it had been when Steve and Angie treated her rough at the creek and thought it did indeed sound hot to pretend to be raped.

Kristi looked thoughtful. “Didn’t it bother you to let him do that? I mean, tying you up and hitting you?”

“He didn’t actually hit me,” Angie explained, “He just gave me a really good spanking when he caught me trying to escape…and I loved it! It was so fucking cool! You guys should try it!”

Michelle nodded. “Sounds fun, all right. I’ll ask Artie, but I don’t think he’d go for it. He’s not the violent type.”

“Steve was a little hesitant at first,” Angie said, “But once we got going, he really got into it and I think he had as much fun as I did!”

Kristi listened to this and remembered some times when things had gotten a little rough, and even though she was only a spectator to that type of sex, she was intrigued by it. Maybe Angie was onto something here.

“I have an idea,” Angie said, looking at both of them. “Why don’t we do something like that today? All five of us. We could, I dunno, pretend to be lost in the woods and these guys find us and have their way with us. What d’ya think?”

Michelle and Kristi exchanged a look and Michelle could see some apprehension in Kristi’s eyes. “Uh, maybe we should hold off on that for today.” Angie looked at them with questioning eyes. Hadn’t she properly explained how fucking hot it was? Michelle continued, looking back to Kristi. “Kristi’s never been there when Artie was around. I don’t think a game like that would be the proper way to start off.”

Angie looked over and saw the look of relief on Kristi’s face that Michelle had been the one to bring it up and she didn’t have to sound like a whiney kid. Angie’s face immediately softened.

“Oh my god, I completely forgot! You’re right, babe. Sorry, Kristi.”

Kristi gave her a smile. “It’s ok, Angie, but thanks for understanding. As fun as that sounds, I’d rather wait and see how things go with him before I try something like that.”

Michelle nudged her and grinned. “Especially the way he’s hung! That alone takes a little getting used to!”

Angie and Michelle laughed and Kristi grinned. She remembered seeing Artie’s huge cock that day at the creek when she’d watched them from the bushes. She’d been some distance away but was still astonished at his size.

 

They all were silent for a few seconds, then Michelle looked up suddenly. “Oh, hey! Kristi, tell Ang about what you and Jake did yesterday!” She glanced over at Angie. “You’re gonna love this!”

Kristi’s face broke out into an embarrassed grin and she shuffled her feet on the dusty ground. “We, uh…we were naked the whole time we were in the woods,” she said, looking down as if embarrassed to be telling them.

Angie looked over at Michelle, the surprise evident in her eyes. Michelle grinned and nodded. “Holy shit, Kristi! That’s fucking awesome!”

Kristi felt her face get hotter but looked up, briefly meeting Angie’s eyes.

“Tell her what you guys talked about,” Michelle urged.

Kristi looked up, some of her confidence returning at Angie’s enthusiastic response to an idea she’d come up with. “Jake suggested that we should all always go naked up there,” she said.

Angie looked from her to Michelle and began to giggle. “Oh my god! That’s genius! I love it!”

Kristi looked up, an uncertain look on her face. “You do?”

“Hell yes!”

Michelle nodded in agreement. “Me too. I told you she’d love it, babe.”

“Jake was…well, it was his idea for us to do it yesterday, but he said if it was just the guys up there working it’d be kinda gay for them all to be naked.”

Angie laughed. “They’re so homophobic! But whatever, when we aren’t around I guess it really shouldn’t matter. But I like it…I like it a lot!”

They heard the sounds of approaching bicycles and looked over to see Artie and Jake coming across the football field toward them. As the girls put their backpacks on and began to pick up their bikes, Angie whispered, “Let’s definitely do the no clothing thing, ok? We can think about my idea for another time.” Michelle and Kristi exchanged a quick look, then they both nodded, grinning. “Cool! This is gonna be so fun!”

The guys rolled up and they all greeted one another. Michelle gave Artie a wet kiss and Kristi gave Jake a hug and a quick peck on the lips before they all got on their bikes and began the ride to the woods. Angie was already becoming excited at being naked in the woods all afternoon…and hopefully getting another ride on Artie’s big cock!

　

Chapter 93

　

Steve tossed the last two two-by-fours into the back of the dusty pickup and banged on the tailgate to let the driver know he was done loading him. As the truck pulled away, he looked at his watch. Almost twelve-thirty. He wondered if he’d have time to run home for a quick shower before meeting Katie after work.

It was almost one when he heard a honk outside the warehouse and got up to go fill what he hoped was a quick order so he could get out of there on time. He wasn’t all that concerned about Angie wondering where he went after work because she’d told him she and the others were going out to the site of the cabin to look it over. He didn’t feel right about hiding his ‘affair’ with Katie from her, but not because of the usual reasons. He only did it because he knew she’d want to bring her into their group and she was something he wanted to keep separate from that, sort of a normal sexual relationship. He knew from experience there’d be more going on than just looking the area over so he figured he’d have most of the afternoon to spend with her.

When he stepped out into the bright sunshine, he was surprised to see Katie leaning against the fender of her mother’s car, wearing a very short mini and a baby tee that left most of her stomach bared. Damn, she looked hot!

“Katie! Hi! What are you doing here?”

She grinned and took a step toward him. “I just thought I’d drop by and see if you needed a lift.”

Steve heard voices and turned in time to see Bill and Jack watching from just inside the warehouse door. He couldn’t really blame them; Katie looked smokin’ hot and if he were them, he’d be doing the exact same thing. He scratched his head and looked at the Subaru Outback she was driving. “Well, I have my bike with me.”

“No problem,” she said, walking around to the back. He couldn’t stop his eyes from moving down to her long legs stretching from under her short skirt. “Lots of room for it if I fold the back seat down.” She opened the tailgate and crawled in, and he stared in surprise at her bare ass peeking out from under her skirt. She had nothing on under the very short mini! She looked back over her shoulder and caught him checking her out. “Like what you see, handsome?” She wriggled her ass suggestively and gave him a sexy wink. He took a good look, catching a glimpse of her pink pussy between those sexy thighs, then grinned and stood back, taking her hand to help her out. She stood up and smiled, gesturing into the back of the small station wagon. “See, lots of room!”

He looked down at his dirty clothes. “I need a shower, too,” he said.

She grinned. “Well guess what? We have one at our place!” She leaned in closer. “I could use one too. Maybe we could share!”

He laughed and nodded. “Ok, you talked me into it!” He checked his watch and saw it was a few minutes past one. “Just let me go punch out and get my bike, ok?”

She kissed him quickly and sat down on the tailgate, watching him with a wild look of sexual desire. He turned and ran toward the warehouse and grimaced as he saw Bill and Jack standing in the door with their arms folded and big shit-eating grins on their faces.

“Well, well, Jack…it seems ol’ Cassanova here has added another one to his stable of women!”

Steve tried to ignore their good-natured jests and went over to the time clock to punch out.

“Yep,” Bill replied, “And this one seems to be all woman. She don’t look like no high school girl! Think you can handle her all by yerself, young fella?” Steve grabbed his bike and pushed it toward the door where they stood. “‘Cause, ya know, I’d be happy to help out if ya need me to!”

Jack nodded, grinning. “Yeah, you seem a little wet behind the ears for someone like her!”

Steve just kept his head down. “You guys are just jealous!” he said as he pushed past them.

“Damn right we are!” Bill exclaimed. “Now you be careful! We don’t want you to hurt yerself!”

Steve shook his head and hoped Katie didn’t hear any of that. When he got to her car, she stood up and grinned at him. “It seems your friends don’t think you can satisfy me!” He couldn’t think of any reply so he just grinned foolishly and began to put his bike into the back. She leaned in and he felt her hand grope his ass as he pushed it in. “Want me to give them a little show? Just tease them a little?”

Before he could respond, she disappeared and he stood up, looking around the side of the car. She walked up to the front of the car and bent over as if examining something on the front bumper. Her ass was pointed directly at the open door where Bill and Jack stood and he laughed to himself, imagining the looks on their faces. She stood up and turned around, then stretched, raising her arms over her head and forcing her short tee to ride up even higher so that the bottoms of her tits were almost exposed, not to mention that her skirt rose enough that he was certain they got a glimpse of her shaved beaver! Her shirt stretched tight across her tits and Steve could clearly see her hard nipples leaving little bumps in the fabric. He looked over at Bill and Jack and could read the shocked expressions on their faces. While not as close as he was, they were less that fifty feet away and still had a pretty good view. He couldn’t help chuckling out loud. Katie was so cool!

She heard him close the hatch and came around to the driver’s door, winking at him. “That’ll give ‘em some spank bait for a while!” she exclaimed as she opened the door and got in. Steve waved at his two buddies and got in the passenger seat, unable to wipe the grin off his face.

“Katie, you are amazing!”

She laughed and ran her hand up his thigh and over his growing cock. “Hmm…seems they’re not the only ones who liked it!” He felt his face heat and she gave his cock a gentle squeeze. “Why don’t we make a little pit stop before we go to my place?”

He looked over at her. “A pit stop? Where?”

She gave him a mischievous smile. “You’ll see!”

He tried to get more out of her but she refused to say where they were going so he just sat back and allowed her to fondle his increasingly harder cock over his work pants as he began to tease her pussy under the short skirt. He was pretty sure he was going to like whatever she had in mind anyway.

They drove down a few streets in the light industrial section of town and eventually ended up in a newer part of the area where many of the lots were still vacant. She turned down a street with no buildings on it and he saw that it dead-ended after a few hundred yards at a gravel turn around. She drove to the end and parked so that the left side of the car was facing the road they’d just driven down. She turned off the engine and looked over at him.

“I thought maybe we could get started here,” she said, winking at him.

He glanced over the seat at his bike that filled the entire back of the vehicle. They’d be a little exposed here but if that’s what she wanted, he was up for it. “Uh, ok, sure. Just let me take out my bike and we can…”

She cut him off, shaking her head. “No, not back there.” She grinned and gestured outside. “Out there.”

He stared out the windshield, his mouth open in surprise. Yes, they were on an empty dead end street, but it was the middle of the day and there were cars passing by on the street they’d just turned off of, only short distance away! He looked over at her. “Are you serious?!”

She nodded, biting her lip seductively. “Oh, yes! Haven’t you ever had sex in public before? It’s such a turn-on!” She opened her door. “Come on, you’ll love it!”

He watched her get out and walk around to the front of the vehicle. She smiled at him and beckoned with one hand while the other pushed her top up to expose her tits. “Come on, sexy…right here…let’s go!”

He reached for the door handle, still not believing what she wanted him to do. As he opened his door, she moved around to the relative privacy of the right side of the car and leaned over the hood, allowing her short skirt to ride up enough to expose her ass. He stepped out, his eyes never leaving her sexy pose. Slowly, she turned to him and lifted her skirt to show him her pussy, already glistening with moisture. He could only stare as she pushed up her short tee with her other hand to show him her fantastic tits. She could see he was becoming excited and licked her lips.

“Come on, get undressed and fuck me!”

He glanced down the street, then turned back to her in time to see her lean over the fender again, wriggling her ass invitingly. He gulped at the sight of her nearly naked body and began to tug at the button of his own pants. She watched him, her fingers teasing her nipples as he unfastened his pants and pushed them and his boxers both down at once. She licked her lips at the sight of his full hardon, never once looking up the street to see if anyone was watching them.

He started to pull off his work boots so he could take his pants completely off, but she stopped him. “Never mind that, just get over here and fuck me now!” She turned and bent over the hood, spreading her legs and looking back at him with lust-filled eyes. “Come on, Steve, fuck me hard!”

Never one to argue with a horny woman, he made his way over as fast as he could with his pants around his ankles and stepped up behind her, his hard cock bobbing in front of him. He pushed her little skirt up and aimed his cock at her swollen pink hole, then thrust all the way in in one long stroke. She gasped and pushed back against him, wriggling her body.

“Oh fuck, yes!” she cried. He pulled out and drove back in and she yelled out more words of encouragement. As he began to move in and out of her steamy cunt, he looked over her head at the cars passing by on the other road. Katie was moaning and crying out every time he bottomed out and he discovered that she was right - sex in public was indeed very much a turn-on! He continued to pound at her, slamming harder and harder into her until he felt his balls start to contract.

“Oh fuck!” he gasped, slowing down.

“What’s wrong? Don’t stop!” she cried, looking back at him.

He pushed all the way in and paused there. “I nearly…lost it!’ he panted.

She pouted. “You don’t want to cum inside me?”

He shook his head. “No, no…it isn’t that.” He paused to catch his breath. “You didn’t cum yet.”

She laughed and he gasped as her body shook and her pussy rippled along his cock. “That doesn’t matter,” she said, “I want you to get off here.” She winked. “You can get me later!” She wriggled her ass. “Now come on, baby, fuck me hard and shoot that hot load deep inside me!”

He began to move again. “All right…if that’s…what you…want!” She began to moan as his thrusts came faster and harder. The short pause had allowed him to quell the urgent need to cum and he found he was able to pound at her for several more minutes before he felt the need arise once again. By then, she was gasping and moaning along with him and he had the feeling she was going to cum too. He increased his speed even more, their bodies slamming together so hard the car was rocking on its shocks. Katie’s hands pushed along the surface of the hood, squeaking against the smooth metal as she fought to get a grip. Finally, she let out a long wail and Steve felt her pussy contract a second before he let loose and groaned as his cum shot into her tight cunt, her spasming pussy milking his cock. He held himself all the way in, enjoying the sensations her clenching vagina was inflicting on his very sensitive cock.

She finally eased up and she felt her body relax, only twitching occasionally as she came down from her orgasm. He felt a flood of their combined fluids leak out and drip to the dusty gravel between her legs.

“W…wow!” she gasped, pushing herself up so that she was leaning against him. He brought his hands up to cup her breasts, squeezing them gently as her trembling body cooled in his arms. He felt his cock start to soften in her oozing pussy and she sighed as it finally slipped out, unleashing a flood of cum that ran down her inner thighs and dripped down to add to the growing puddle on the ground.

Steve was enjoying the feel of their post orgasmic hug and it wasn’t until he heard the whoosh of cars passing by on the street that he realized Katie’s breasts were fully exposed to anyone who happened to look down the street they were on. Well, exposed except for his hands, but the point was anyone who looked down would know exactly what they were doing. He released her firm tits and allowed her tee to drop back into place.

“Katie,” he murmured, kissing her shoulder.

“Hmm?” she breathed, rubbing herself against him.

“We’re uh, a little exposed here. Maybe we should get going before someone sees us.”

She lifted one of his hands from under her breast and kissed it. “So what? Let them see. I love this…being held by you afterward.” She sighed deeply. “I can’t believe how hard you make me cum!”

He felt a surge of pride to know he was able to please an older, more experienced woman but he wasn’t as much at ease out here in the open as she seemed to be. The creek was one thing, but this was completely different.

“Come on,” he said. “We better go. I really need a shower now!” He backed away and she turned to him, then embraced him and they kissed long and deep, tongues exploring and tasting.

“I wish I could take you back to LA with me,” she said, smiling. “I’m really gonna miss this!”

He laughed. “I don’t think I’d like LA,” he said. “I mean, it’d be cool being able to be with you, but it’s too big, too…”

“Weird?” she finished, grinning at him.

“I’m not really a big city kind of guy,” he said with a smile as he pulled up his pants.

She gave him one more quick kiss, then opened the passenger door and grabbed a handful of Kleenex from the console. She turned around and began to wipe the cum from her legs and dabbed at her still drooling pussy, then they got back in the car and headed toward her house. It was almost two and he wondered if Kristi and the others were still in the woods. He hoped so. Getting caught by one of his girlfriends fucking her older sister would not be cool.

　

Chapter 93

　

Jake led the rest of them to the old logging road he and Kristi had come out of after leaving the spot they’d chosen for the cabin. It was maybe another five minutes bike ride past the trail to the creek, so it was a good location as far as distance went. They all pushed their bikes into the woods and Jake pointed out the orange ties he’d left on the trees to mark the path.

They’d only gone a few steps from their bikes when Angie stopped them. “Hey, wait a minute!” Everyone turned to her and she glanced over at Kristi and then to Jake. “I thought you guys made a rule about coming here.”

Jake turned red and Kristi’s face flushed a little as well. Artie looked at her, puzzled. “Rule? What kind of rule?”

Angie looked at Kristi. “Why don’t you tell him?”

Artie looked over at Jake. “Do you know what she’s talking about?”

Jake sighed. “Yeah, kinda.” Artie looked at him expectantly, but Kristi was the one who spoke up.

“When Jake and I came here yesterday, we, uh…we took off our clothes as soon as we were in the woods. We thought it’d be cool if we always went nude here.”

Artie looked at Jake and he nodded. “Yeah, but I told her I didn’t want to do it if there were other guys here.”

Kristi corrected him. “Uh-uh, you said if it were only you guys here, and I said that was ok. But there are three girls here today!”

“Shit,” Jake breathed, looking away.

Angie took all of this in with an amused smile. It was fun to watch Jake squirm. “I think it sounds cool!” she said, and without a seconds’ hesitation, pulled her top off. Everyone stared at her for a few seconds, then Michelle grinned and took hers off as well. Artie and Jake stared at the two topless beauties, then all eyes went to Kristi. She smiled nervously, then reached down and lifted her blue halter top off to expose her own perky tits. All three girls turned to the guys.

“Your turn,” Kristi said, tucking her top into her backpack

Jake looked over at Artie. “Well, bud, looks like they got us.” He lifted his tee shirt off. Artie grinned. Unlike Jake, he’d been involved in group sex when Steve was there and being naked in the company of three beautiful girls more than made up for any homophobic feelings he may have. He quickly removed his shirt, then began to unfasten his jeans. Angie grinned and slid her shorts down, revealing her pale pink bikini style panties under them. Michelle quickly followed suit, pulling off her khaki hiking shorts and smiling as her aversion to underwear became apparent to all.

Kristi was also working her shorts down as Angie laughed when she saw Michelle wasn’t wearing panties. “Right on, Michelle!” Michelle’s smile turned into a wide grin as she worked her shorts over her cute little pink and white sneakers and stood up, her beautiful body fully exposed to all.

“I’m starting to find underwear a little uncomfortable,” she said as she watched Angie remove hers. Kristi had on a pair of white boy shorts and she quickly removed them, leaving all three girls completely naked. Artie had his jeans off and was tucking them into his backpack before Jake finally began to unfasten his shorts.

“Yeah, let’s go guys!” Michelle cried, whistling a cat-call as Artie pulled off his boxers to a gasp from Kristi and some lustful looks from Angie and Michelle. Michelle looked over at Kristi. “What d’ya think, babe? Think you can handle my guy?”

Kristi turned her head away and felt her face heating up. A few weeks ago, the idea of having sex with Artie was as foreign as, well, as having sex with another girl. But she couldn’t deny her feelings as she looked back at his long, thick cock, which seemed even larger than it had that day at the creek when she watched him plowing into Michelle.

Jake tugged off his shorts and couldn’t resist a peek at Artie’s package. He couldn’t believe that little fucking geek had a tool that big! He looked away quickly and pulled off his own underwear. While never uncomfortable with the size of his dick, compared to Artie he looked like a little kid and he suddenly began to feel a little self-conscious. Angie finished packing away her clothes and noticed his apparent unease. She noticed him stealing glances at Artie and immediately understood. She went over to him and gave him a hug, pressing her bare flesh against his and taking his semi-hard cock in her hand. Their eyes met and neither spoke, but Jake gave her a little smile and she gave his cock a couple of strokes before releasing it.

Michelle zipped up her backpack and slung it over one shoulder, looking around at the others. “Ok, everyone naked?” A quick scan answered her question. “Good, let’s go!”

Everyone started out along the trail Jake had marked, with him in the lead. Angie followed him, with Kristi behind her and Artie and Michelle at the back of the line. They were trying to hold hands as they pushed through the bushes but soon gave up and Artie was content to walk behind her and watch her sexy ass.

After a few minutes, Angie looked over her shoulder at Kristi. “Awesome idea, Kristi! This is fun!” Michelle called out her agreement and Artie added his approval as well. Jake mumbled something and continued to push forward.

Kristi just nodded to Angie. “Thanks, but it was really Jake’s idea.”

“Well, then I thank you both!” Michelle said with a laugh.

Kristi seemed uncomfortable with compliments, so they let it drop and walked along in silence for a few more minutes until they topped a low ridge and Jake stopped. Everyone moved up beside him and looked down to the little clearing below. He pointed to the grassy area.

“See that group of trees behind that patch of grass?” Everyone confirmed they did. “If we chop down a couple of small trees in the middle, we can build it in there. That way it’s not right out in the open.”

Angie spoke up. “And we can have a bit of grass to play on! Excellent!” Everyone chuckled and they began to move down the gentle slope to the clearing. They stepped across the trickle of water in the stream bed and Jake explained how it usually held more water, so they should have enough for their needs once the dry weather ended. They all dropped their backpacks on the grass and Jake took Artie over to show him the exact spot he thought they should build.

Michelle watched the two naked guys walk off as they laid out their towels on the grass and said, “Looks like they’re becoming a little more comfortable.”

Kristi nodded with a grin. “Yeah, but notice how they don’t get too close?”

Angie and Michelle giggled. “Yeah, but it’s a start!” Angie quipped. Not that she ever believed any of the guys would ever do anything with one another, but she was hoping for a little double-teaming, or maybe even triple-teaming at some point. Just the idea of a cock in each of her holes at the same time made her pussy leak.

She went over to Michelle and gave her a quick kiss, then took Kristi’s hand and kissed her as well. As Michelle and Kristi shared a more intimate kiss, Angie looked over at the guys, who were watching them and starting back over to where they stood. She could see Jake’s cock was nearly at full mast and Artie’s monster was definitely starting to fill out as well. She licked her lips and left the girls to their increasingly sexual kiss and met the guys a few feet away.

“Hey there,” she said in as sexy a voice as she could muster, her eyes moving from Jake to Artie, then down to their hard cocks. She licked her lips and looked back up at them. “Hmm…what do we have here?” She grabbed one in each hand and began to stroke them. Artie reached out and began to fondle one tit and a second later, Jake’s hand was kneading the other. She moaned softly and closed her eyes, enjoying their touch almost as much as having a hard cock in each hand.

After a few minutes, Angie gave each of them a quick kiss, then with a sultry smile, she squatted down in front of them, her hands never leaving their hard cocks. She looked up at them, licking her lips, then pressed her lips to the sensitive tip of Jake’s cock. She heard him gasp, then pushed forward until his cock filled her mouth. She began to bob her head back and forth on him while still stroking Artie’s thick cock. She continued with Jake for a few seconds, then pulled off and turned to Artie’s long, thick cock. Stretching her mouth wide, she began to kiss and suck him while stroking Jake. She felt her pussy getting wetter and wetter as she performed oral sex on both guys, switching back and forth every thirty seconds or so.

Michelle and Kristi were soon lying on the towels on soft grass, their arms and legs entangled as their make-out session intensified. Michelle shifted so that she was more or less on top and began to nibble and suck on Kristi’s hard nipples. She heard Kristi moan softly and felt her hand press against the back of her head, urging her to continue. She loved the feel of Michelle’s soft lips and warm tongue on her tits and almost forgot about Angie and the guys until she heard a moan and turned her head in time to see Angie kneeling before them with Jake’s cock in her mouth while giving Artie a hand job. Then she switched and Kristi watched in amazement as the sexy blonde began sucking on Artie’s huge cock. Two guys at once? Was there anything she wouldn’t try?

Michelle looked up from Kristi’s tits and noticed her attention was diverted elsewhere. She turned to see what she was watching and her eyes lit up when she saw what Angie was doing. She bit one of Kristi’s nipples a little harder and she let out a small yelp and looked down at her sexy girlfriend. Michelle grinned up at her. “Does that turn you on, babe?” she asked, tilting her head toward Angie.

Kristi nodded. “I can’t believe how big Artie is!” she half whispered.

Michelle grinned and moved up to kiss her. “Just wait until you feel him in that tight little pussy of yours!” she said before kissing her, pushing her tongue all the way into her mouth. Kristi responded to the hot kiss, sucking on her tongue and wrapping her arms around the sexy brunette’s naked body. She felt her soft breasts pressing against hers and could even feel the heat of Michelle’s aroused pussy on her pelvis. The idea of that huge cock inside her was at the same time exciting and terrifying. She’d seen him fuck Michelle before and knew it was possible, but she couldn’t picture it fitting in her own little cunt.

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Angie was loving having two guys at once and going down on them both was making her hornier and hornier with each passing second. She pulled her mouth from Jake’s cock and looked up at him. “I need your cock in my pussy,” she said, a hand stroking each of them. She looked over at Artie. “I want to suck your cock while Jake fucks me doggie style, then switch, ok?”

Artie grinned down at her and nodded, then looked over at Jake. Jake was looking a little uncertain, but finally looked down at the sexy blonde and nodded. Angie moved over to her towel, then grinned and dropped to all fours, motioning to Artie as Jake moved around behind her. “Lie down here, Artie.” Artie lay down, spreading his legs so her head was positioned over his throbbing hardon. She looked back over her shoulder as she felt Jake’s hands on her hips, then the soft tip of his erect cock touching her enflamed labia. She mewed and pushed back, letting him push easily into her dripping cunt. “Oooo…yes…” she gasped as he entered her, not stopping until his pelvis pressed against her ass. She could feel his heavy balls swing against her clit and ground back even harder. He began to move as she turned her attention back to the other cock in her face.

Artie watched Angie’s reaction as Jake pushed into her and began a slow fuck. When she turned back to him, the look on her face was so fucking sexy he almost blew his load right then and there. He imagined his hot cum plastering her face as Jake hammered her and had to close his eyes to fight the urge and regain some semblance of control. He wanted to hold out at least until his turn at her tight little pussy. He managed to quell the feeling somewhat and when her mouth engulfed his throbbing meat, he moaned his approval and leaned back on his elbows, watching as her body moved with Jake’s thrusts and her head bobbed up and down on his cock.

Angie was in heaven. She loved giving head and getting fucked. Doing both at once made her pussy tingle and she knew she’d be cumming hard very quickly. Jake’s cock was touching on her g-spot and the feel of Artie’s massive cock in her mouth made her little body tremble with excitement. She soon felt her orgasm nearing and pulled her mouth from Artie’s cock to say, “Oh, fuck, yes! Fuck me! I’m cumming! I’m oooohhh…”

Her body stiffened and she gripped Artie’s cock in her little hand, dropping her face down so that it rubbed along her cheek as Jake hammered her to a powerful orgasm. Her pussy clenched on his cock and she grunted as wave after wave coursed through her. When she finally could speak, she gasped, “Switch!” She released Artie’s cock and felt Jake pull from her spasming cunt. She pushed herself up so Artie could extricate himself and there was a flurry of naked bodies as the two guys exchanged positions.

Jake sat cross-legged on the grass before her, his hard cock glistening with her juices. As she was licking her lips in anticipation of tasting herself, she felt the thick tip of Artie’s massive head press against her still buzzing pussy. He applied pressure and she groaned loudly as she was stretched wide to accommodate his girth.

“Oh my god!” she cried, her hand wrapping around Jake’s hard, wet cock. She felt Artie’s hands grip her waist tighter and pull her back onto him, pushing him deep into her cunt. She was still coming down from her first orgasm and as she began to suck on Jake’s cock, Artie’s movements brought her to an almost immediate second orgasm. She cried out, Jake’s cock muffling her scream of pleasure, and pushed back until she felt like Artie was pressing against her cervix. She pulled Jake’s cock from her lips and cried out, “Ohhh… fuckkkk…!” her eyes clenched shut as the powerful climax swept through her.

Jake watched her face twist into an ecstatic grimace and felt his balls constrict. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold off any longer. “Shit! I’m gonna cum!” he gasped.

Through her orgasmic fog, Angie somehow heard Jake and her mind grasped what he was saying. She opened her eyes and began to pump him as she continued to cum on Artie’s thick cock. “Y…yes!” she grunted, lowering her mouth to his pulsing head.

When her mouth engulfed his cock, Jake couldn’t stop himself. He felt the cum surging from his balls and erupt into her mouth. “Ohh, fuck!” he groaned, his hands going to her head. He felt her swallowing his thick cream, shot after shot until he finished and leaned back, propping himself on his arms as she sucked the last of his load from him.

Artie heard all of this and saw the look on Jake’s face as he came into Angie’s mouth. While watching his friend get off didn’t appeal to him, the feel of Angie’s hot pussy gripping him was quickly bringing him to the edge. As Angie was licking the remaining jism from Jake’s cock, he leaned over and gasped, “I’m gonna cum!”

She gave Jake’s cock one last suck, then turned to him. “Cum in my face!” She moved forward and moaned as he slid out of her gaping cunt, then spun around, gesturing for him to stand up as she got to her knees. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Kristi lying on her back with her mouth open in a silent scream as Michelle’s head bobbed between her spread legs. Then Artie’s wet cock was in her face and her attention went back to him. She licked all of her juices from his long shaft, then began to suck on the large purple head, her hands working his shaft and balls as she did. Artie began to moan louder and his hips moved involuntarily, pushing his cock further into her mouth. Finally, he stopped moving and she felt his balls contract a second before she received her second mouthful of hot cum. Artie’s hit the back of her throat almost forcefully and she almost choked trying to get it down. While some did trickle out and drip down her chin, she did manage to get most of it down and continued to lick and suck him until she was satisfied he was finished. She let him slip from her lips with a popping sound and looked up at him, grinning from ear to ear.

“Wow, that was fucking hot!” she exclaimed, sitting back on the grass and licking the dribbles from her face. Artie returned her grin as Jake reached up to fondle one of her breasts.

“You are such a slut!” he exclaimed with a grin as she turned to him. She laughed and playfully slapped his hand as she pinched her nipple.

“Fucking right I am!” she shot back, “And you fucking love it!” Jake chuckled and nodded and she leaned back against him, her attention shifting to Kristi and Michelle. They were lying wrapped in one another’s arms and kissing. Apparently Michelle had completed her mission between Kristi’s legs and they too were basking in the post-orgasmic afterglow.

Artie sat down next to them and watched the girls making out. Angie noticed that he and Jake seemed a little more comfortable being naked in such close proximity and smiled to herself. She didn’t expect anything to happen between any of the guys, but the fact that they seemed a little more at ease after double-teaming her gave some hope of further multiple cock sessions. She’d read about double penetrations and wondered if there was any chance she might get the opportunity to try it. Just the thought of all those cocks in her was making her horny again.

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Michelle and Kristi watched as Angie and the guys got started, then Michelle began to move down over Kristi’s tight little body. Her mouth left kisses down her neck, then she nibbled on her earlobe for a few seconds before moving lower. She loved kissing her soft skin, so much more delicate than a guy, and when she reached the swell of her dainty breasts, she squeezed them as her mouth sought out her hard little nipples. She heard Kristi gasp when she began to suckle one, then the other. She nibbled softly on them, her tongue rolling across the tip and eliciting further murmurs of gratification from the cute little brunette.

Feeling her own excitement rising, Michelle moved lower, her tits brushing over the soft skin of Kristi’s stomach and thighs. She kissed her way down to her belly button and pushed her tongue into it as she hands urged her legs apart. Kristi didn’t resist and spread her legs wide, allowing her girlfriend to kiss lower. When her lips brushed across her mound, she felt her juices really starting to flow and brought her knees up, opening herself even wider and inviting Michelle in.

Michelle knew the art of seduction and wanted to tease Kristi just a little in order to enhance her pleasure. She left soft kisses on her bare mons, then moved over her puffy slit, allowing her warm breath to tease her wetness before moving to her inner thighs. Kristi let out a moan that was a combination of frustration and desire as Michelle’s lips moved up first one of her legs, then the other, stopping just short of her needy pussy.

“Oh, god, Michelle!” she cried, reaching down for her head. “Please!”

Michelle smiled and looked up at her friend. “Mmm…please what, baby?”

Kristi arched her back, thrusting her drooling pussy closer to Michelle’s mouth. “Please…” she repeated, her voice taking on a more pleading tone.

With a grin, Michelle lightly ran her tongue along Kristi’s engorged slit, only once. Kristi cried out, once again pushing her pelvis upward. “Oh, yes! More! Please!”

Michelle looked up, grinning. “You taste delicious,” she breathed, leaning down to kiss her mons again. “Do you want me to do it some more?”

Kristi’s response was a carnal cry of desire. “Yes! Oh god, yes!”

Michelle grinned and lowered her mouth to Kristi’s steamy cunt. She loved watching her squirm, but she’d teased her enough. Besides, the scent of her aroused pussy was almost more than she could bear and needed to push her tongue deep into her friend’s honey pot almost as much as Kristi needed her to. She locked her lips around her swollen labia and worked her tongue into her hot pussy, tasting her sweet juices as Kristi cried out and began to thrust her pussy against her mouth.

“Ohhh…Michelle…mmmm…” she moaned, her head rolling from side to side on the towel.

Urged on by her reaction, Michelle pushed in deeper, then began to lick all over her aroused pussy, moving up to suck on her clit while pushing two fingers deep inside her. Kristi’s moans soon became louder and more urgent as she moved closer and closer to her impending release. Michelle felt her own arousal growing as well and wondered if it were possible for her to have an orgasm just from eating out her friend’s delicious little pussy.

Suddenly Kristi’s body tensed and her back arched, raising her hips off the towel. Michelle could feel her pussy contracting and knew she was about to explode in orgasm. She tunneled deep into her hot pussy in anticipation of getting a good taste of her sweet cum.

She was rewarded only a few seconds later as Kristi’s gasps and grunts turned into a cry of orgasmic bliss. Her pussy gushed her juices into Michelle’s tongue as her orgasm released and sent her tight body into a series of writhing spasms that made it a challenge to keep her mouth on her delicious pussy. She somehow managed to, sucking and lapping until Kristi finally dropped back to the towel, her body twitching and shaking as Michelle’s tongue cleaned the remnants of her cum from her swollen lips.

“Oh my god!” Kristi gasped, her hands lifting Michelle’s head from her very sensitive pubic area. Michelle crawled up, leaving a trail of pussy juice kisses along her bare stomach and suckling lovingly on each hard nipple before taking Kristi’s mouth in an intense and deep kiss. Kristi held her tight, their tongues probing and bodies pressed together. She loved holding her lover after such an intense orgasm and Michelle was the one she loved being with the most. Their loving kiss lasted for what felt like a long time until they both sensed they were being watched and turned to see Angie, Jake, and Artie all sitting and watching them. Angie had a big grin on her face.

“That was fucking hot!” she exclaimed with a wink.

Kristi felt her face flush but Michelle kissed her one more time before rolling off and lying next to her, her hand resting just below her bare breasts. “Doesn’t she look incredible when she cums?” she said, giving Kristi a loving caress and smile.

Everyone agreed and Jake squeezed Angie’s tit. “You look pretty fucking hot yourself.” She giggled and adjusted her position so he could get a better handle on her breasts, then looked over at Michelle and Kristi.

“You guys have got to try two guys at once! What a fucking turn-on!”

Michelle grinned and nodded. “I’m up for that!” she exclaimed, looking at Artie and Jake with a wink. “What about you, babe?” she asked Kristi.

Kristi felt her face heat again. She couldn’t believe she was still so self-conscious about talking about sex when she’d just been eaten out by her girlfriend while watching Angie suck and fuck Jake and Artie. She nodded hesitantly, her eyes moving to Artie’s semi flaccid but still very formidable cock. “Sure…maybe later.”

Angie grinned at her and reached out to fondle Artie’s cock. “Oh, that’s right, you still haven’t had the pleasure of this monster between your legs!”

Now it was Artie’s turn to blush and Jake shot him an almost warning glance. In spite of their unusual arrangement, he still thought of Kristi as his girlfriend and the thought of some other guy fucking her was a little hard to take, especially when he was hung like Artie. Michelle seemed to be the only one who noticed Jake’s look and interpreted it correctly. She decided to take the initiative and stood up, brushing some dried grass from her bare skin. All eyes turned to the sexy brunette as she made her way over to where Jake was sitting. She knelt next to him and smiled as her hand moved to his thigh and higher, until she was fondling his soft, but growing penis.

“Don’t worry, baby. Ang and I will take real good care of you.” She leaned in to kiss him while Angie moved in on his other side. She lay her hand along his cheek and turned his head to her, kissing him softly as Michelle began to kiss along his chest. She could feel his cock responding to her and Angie’s touch and began to slowly stroke him as her mouth closed over his nipples.

Kristi watched Michelle and Angie get to work on Jake, a pang of jealousy going through her as she watched her girlfriend and boyfriend making out with one another. Then she sensed Artie looking at her and turned her attention to him. He was watching her intently, seemingly oblivious to the action taking place next to him. She felt a rush of excitement as their eyes met. Here she was, naked with Artie, a guy she never would’ve expected in a million years to be in a sexual situation with. But something about him was different now, aside from the fact that he was naked with a huge cock. He seemed somehow more mature now, not so nerdy. Maybe getting laid on a regular basis had changed him, but for whatever reason, she now felt like something could happen between them.

He gave her a timid smile and she found herself smiling back at him. He glanced over at the others and saw that Michelle’s head was now in Jake’s lap and he was leaning back on his arms as Angie waited patiently for her turn. When he looked back over at Kristi, she was still watching him but her hand was now on her breast, her fingers rubbing over her nipple. He swallowed hard and felt his cock twitch. Like Kristi, he never believed they’d ever get together. They weren’t even really friends, just acquaintances who had common friends. He’d always felt very insecure around her, even more so than with other girls. But now, as he saw her eyes move down to his hardening dick, he realized that he had something very few guys had and that she now wanted him. He was in the drivers’ seat now; all he had to do was take control.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly pushed himself to his feet and walked the four steps over to where she lay. The whole time, she continued to fondle her tits and watch him, her eyes glued to his thick cock hanging semi-rigid between his legs. As he stood before her, she looked up at him, squinting against the bright sun. She knew this was going to happen now.

“Please…just be gentle, ok?” she said in a quiet voice.

He knelt on the towel beside her taking in her full nakedness. He could see that her pussy was still wet from Michelle’s cunnilingus, her bare lips puffy and beading with her juices. He met her eyes and gave her a smile. “Of course.” She was lying on her side and he reached out to rest a hand on the curve of her hip, then slowly moved it along her soft skin. She closed her eyes and inhaled a long breath. He could feel her trembling and wondered if it was from excitement or fear? She didn’t tell him to stop or move away, so he took it as excitement and continued his sensual caress.

His cock was now pretty much fully hard again and his eyes dropped to the vee of her legs where he could see just a hint of her puffy labia. His hand moved down her thigh, then with the lightest touch, he pushed his fingers between her legs. Without any hesitation or resistance, she parted her legs for him and he began to move along her inner thighs. She still had her eyes closed, her fingers pulling and twisting her hard nipples. As he moved closer to the heat of her aroused cunt, she tugged harder on them and low moans began to escape her sweet lips.

When his fingers finally brushed against her excited sex, she let out a long groan and pulled even harder on her stiff nipples. She couldn’t believe how much just his touch was turning, her on! She rolled onto her back and spread her legs for him, letting out a small cry as his fingers began to probe into her wetness.

Artie watched as Kristi became more and more aroused. When he began to rub along her wet pussy lips, he suddenly felt a need to fuck her like he’d never felt before. The look of sexual desire on her face and the way her body writhed as she pleasured her tits made his already hard cock even harder. Knowing she’d need to be taken slowly because of his size, he leaned over and inhaled the musky sweet scent of her arousal. Her clit was stiff, protruding from its protective cover and swollen with arousal. He flicked his thumb across the little pearl and she yelped.

“Ah…oh my god!” She opened her eyes and looked down at him, her desire burning in the dark orbs. “Do that again!”

Happy to oblige, he began rubbing in circles around her clit, letting his fingers dance over it. She gasped and continued to watch him as he brought her closer and closer to orgasm. She was becoming extremely turned on now and the sight of that huge cock now rubbing against her thigh made her want him more than ever. His size seemed a small price to pay to have a cock in her needy pussy, and she was more than ready. She pulled his fingers from her pussy and brought them to her lips, sucking her juices as her eyes burned into his.

“Mmmm…” she murmured, licking her lips, “I need you to fuck me. Now.” The look in her eyes told him this wasn’t a request and he quickly moved into position between her legs, the tip of his cock poised at her tiny opening.

“Are you ready?” he asked, rubbing his head over her slick labia.

Kristi felt like she was about to explode at the touch of his dick and she nodded, unable to speak. Artie leaned forward and the pressure grew stronger. She could feel her pussy stretching, trying to accept his girth, but he felt so big! He leaned down and nuzzled her neck, his breath warm. “Just relax…let it happen,” he whispered. She felt him push harder and suppressed a cry as the tip of his cock spread her and pushed in. She’d never felt anything like this and although it felt like she was being split in half, the incredible sensation of being stuffed by such a big cock overshadowed any feeling of pain. Her arms went around him and she pulled him closer, forcing his cock even deeper into her tight cunt.

“Oh fuck…” she gasped, burying her head in his shoulder as almost half of his thick cock slid into her. “S…stop…please,” she said. Artie immediately stopped and looked into her eyes, brushing her hair from her face.

“Are you all right?” he asked, barely able to control his urge to cum in her tight cunt.

She nodded. “Yes, I just need a minute.” She tried to relax widely stretched vagina, but the thick cock just seemed far too big. After a moment, she said, “We can try now, but don’t go in any further, ok?” Artie nodded and slowly pulled back until just the glans remained inside, then pushed back in with the same slow, steady pace. Kristi gasped and bit her lip to stop from crying out. Unlike Angie and Michelle, the longer they fucked she found it more and more painful to have Artie’s huge cock even half way in. It was so thick it stretched her tiny pussy wide open and even though he was being very gentle, she couldn’t prevent a few whimpers from slipping out.

Artie paused, then withdrew completely. She opened her eyes and looked up into his concerned face. “Why’d you stop?”

He shook his head and moved from between her legs, his cock brushing across her thigh as he lay down beside her. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, meeting her eyes. She opened her mouth to protest, but he shook his head. “It’s no good for me if I know you aren’t enjoying it.” He gestured toward Angie and Michelle, who were taking turns sucking on Jake’s cock in between kisses. “Besides, I’m sure I’ll be taken care of.”

Kristi looked over at the others as Michelle looked up, apparently overhearing Artie’s comment. Angie attacked Jake’s cock with a vengeance, taking nearly all of it into her mouth as he moaned his approval. When Michelle saw that Kristi and Artie weren’t fucking, she came over and knelt down beside them.

“What’s wrong? I thought you two were going at it a minute ago.”

Kristi and Artie exchanged a look and Artie simply looked down at his still very hard cock. Michelle caught on right away. “Ohh, ok.” Kristi’s face turned red but Michelle leaned down and kissed her. “Don’t worry about it, honey.” She looked up at Artie and winked. “He does take a little getting used to!” Kristi giggled and now it was Artie’s turn to be embarrassed. Michelle gestured to where Angie was still happily sucking on Jake’s dick. “Why don’t you go join them and I’ll see if I can take care of Artie.”

Kristi looked up at Artie and he nodded, giving her a reassuring smile. “Go ahead. Maybe another time?” Kristi returned his smile gratefully, nodded, and gave him a peck on the cheek. As she got to her feet, Michelle was already lowering her mouth to the thick glans, murmuring softly.

Angie was getting hornier by the minute as she slurped on Jake’s hard cock. She was aware that Michelle had moved off and wondered where she went. Then she felt a warm hand on her bare back and looked up, the soft tip lodged between her full lips. She was surprised to see it was Kristi and not Michelle. She released the cock from her mouth and grinned at the sexy naked brunette.

“Hey, I thought you were doing Artie?”

Kristi shook her head. “Michelle wanted to switch.”

Angie looked over her shoulder to where Michelle’s head was bobbing up and down in Artie’s lap, then looked back to Kristi. “Oh, ok.” She was still stroking Jake’s cock and pointed it toward her. “Want a taste?” Kristi accepted it, wrapping her small hand around the hard shaft, then bent over and slowly took him into her mouth. Angie alternated between watching Kristi and Jake’s face as she began her blow job. She was so turned on she could feel her juices coating her engorged labia and desperately needed a hard cock in her pussy really soon! Her eyes traveled over Kristi’s nude body, and suddenly felt an almost overwhelming need to taste her pussy.

She allowed her to pleasure Jake for a minute or two, then gently lifted Kristi’s head up and kissed her. At first Kristi seemed startled by her sudden kiss, but then responded, kissing her back passionately.

Angie broke off the kiss and carefully pushed Kristi down until she was lying on her back on the towel. She smiled down at her, then began to kiss her neck and shoulders, eventually moving down to her perky tits. As she began to suckle her left one, Jake appeared at her other side and started on the right nipple. Kristi moaned as two mouths suckled her tits, closing her eyes and losing herself in the pleasurable feelings.

Angie began to rub across Kristi’s belly, then lower until her hand covered her pubic mound and her fingers slipped down to her wet pussy. Jake saw what she was doing and released her nipple, then started to move his head down to Kristi’s sweet pussy. A hand stopped him and he looked up into Angie’s wide grin. She shook her head, then indicated silently that she wanted to do it. With a shrug, he nodded. He enjoyed eating pussy, but part of the enjoyment was Kristi’s reaction. He’d still be able to watch that and the bonus of watching the sexy blonde do it was well worth the sacrifice. And he was certain he could find something to do!

He watched as Angie knelt between her legs and lowered her mouth to Kristi’s tight little snatch. Kristi cried out and arched her back as Angie made contact and began to lick and suck. Jake was so enthralled by the girl-on-girl action it took him a few moments to realize Angie’s hot little ass was up in the air, swaying sexily from side to side as she munched on his girlfriend’s twat. A smile came to his face and he quickly got to his knees and crawled around behind her, gripping her hips and pushing her feet apart.

Angie was about to give up and just tell Jake to fuck her when he finally caught on and moved into position. She felt his hard cock touch her upper thighs briefly before pressing against the slick lips of her highly aroused little cunt. She pushed back against him and moaned softly into Kristi’s sweet pussy as Jake’s cock began to push into her, instantly sending a wave of pleasure emanating from her uterus. She attacked Kristi’s pussy with even more gusto as Jake began to pump in and out of her, slowly at first, then faster and harder. She lifted her mouth from Kristi’s pussy, her lips and face covered with her juices.

“Oh yes, Jake! Fuck me while I eat your girlfriend!”

Jake looked down over Angie’s head to Kristi’s squirming body. She was lying back with her eyes closed and both hands gripping her breasts and tugging at her nipples. The vision of the two of them almost sent him over the edge, but he paused for a few seconds, then resumed a slower, steady fuck. He still found it hard to believe he was fucking this hot blonde while she ate his girlfriend after losing his virginity only a few weeks ago. As a male teenager he constantly thought about sex, of course, but this was way beyond any fantasies he could’ve ever dreamed up.

Angie began to hump back faster, meeting his forward thrusts and grinding herself against him. She turned her head and he could see the wild look in her eyes. “Fuck me hard!” She exclaimed, her pink tongue licking the juices from her lips. “I’m gonna cum all over that big cock of yours!”

Jake increased his speed, slamming hard into her and she let out a little yelp before once again going down on Kristi. He noticed Kristi was watching them and he gave her a subtle wink as he pounded into Angie’s hot cunt. As Angie’s tongue went back to work, Kristi closed her eyes and began to moan, her head rolling from side to side. Angie’s body began to shudder, her movements becoming halting and jerky. Suddenly, she arched her back and cried out as she drove back hard against him. He felt her pussy clamp down on his impaled cock, her vaginal muscles contracting and rippling over it.

“Ohhhh…fuck!” she gasped, shuddering as the orgasm ripped through her. Jake continued to fuck her, the tightness of her clamoring pussy heightening his own sensations. He gripped her hips tightly and concentrated, hoping to allow her to fully experience her orgasm before he blew his load. Finally, he had to stop moving, her contractions making it too difficult to move. She eventually eased up on him as the orgasm subsided, then pulled forward, gasping as his hard cock slipped out of her. She turned to him and gave him a sleepy smile.

“Mmm…very nice, Jake.” She looked down at Kristi, who was still laying there with her legs spread and now had one hand on her pussy. “I think Kristi needs some cock, too!” She moved aside and gave Jake a warm kiss, then whispered into his ear, “Make sure she cums hard!”

He nodded and moved between Kristi’s legs, his hard cock still glistening with Angie’s juices bobbing before him. Kristi looked up at him with an almost animalistic look of pure lust and pulled her fingers from her cunt. She brought them to her lips and began to suck on them, her eyes locked on Jake’s. No words needed to be spoken. She needed his cock. Now.

He leaned over her and felt the tip of his cock bump her inner thighs, then settle against the warm wetness of her excited slit. She put her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a deep kiss. As their lips met, his cock parted her labia and slid into her slippery hole, causing her to gasp into his mouth. He buried himself all the way in and didn’t move until she pulled her mouth from his and their eyes met.

“Fuck me, Jake.”

He’d never seen her like this before. Yes, they’d had sex in groups before, but this was somehow different. It was like she’d unleashed a part of her that he’d never seen before; some kind of wild, sexual animal. He felt her vagina squeezing his cock and began to move with her, their bodies locked together. Her hands went to his back and she wrapped her legs around him, drawing her feet up to his ass and using her legs to help pull him inside her. He could feel her fingernails digging into his skin as her breathing began to come in short gasps.

Suddenly, her body tensed and he felt a warm wetness flood his groin. She held him tight, her body jerking against his and her face buried in his neck. Her legs clamped tightly around him and although he managed to keep pumping her pussy, he wasn’t able to keep up the same pace. He felt her body ease somewhat and she pulled her face from his shoulder, her eyes blazing.

“Oh fuck, Jake,” she moaned as they resumed their previous speed. “I want to cum again and again and….ohhh…” He felt her tense up again as another orgasm consumed her. He wondered how many times she’d be able to do that, although he knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer. He held her trembling body until it passed and she once more met his eyes. She gave him a slight smile and kissed his neck. “I feel like I’m still cumming,” she said, “God, this feels so fucking good!”

He nodded, feeling the sweat trickling down his face. “Yeah…you’re fucking amazing, Kristi!”

She hugged him to her and he felt her hot breath in his ear. “Fuck me baby. I want to feel you cum inside me!”

He felt his balls tighten at her words. Knowing she wanted him to cum was all the incentive he needed to stop holding back. He began to move faster and felt the sensations building as his cock pistoned in and out of her gripping wet hole. He felt a tingling sensation start in his groin and spread outward, growing stronger with each passing second. He grit his teeth and drove deep into her, unable to stop the tide, and unleashed a flood of hot jism deep inside her. Through his own orgasmic haze, he faintly heard her cry out and felt her pussy clench his cock harder than before. They remained locked together as time stood still, each experiencing a mind-numbing orgasm like none they’d ever felt before.

After what felt like a long time, their minds began to clear and they slowly emerged from the fog of their intense simultaneous orgasms. Their eyes met and they kissed before Kristi removed her legs from around him and allowed him to roll off. He lay on his back and she rolled onto her side, placing one leg over his and pressing her drooling pussy against his thigh. He held her close and they turned their attention to the action on the other towel.

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Angie watched as Jake and Kristi began to fuck, then turned her attention to Artie and Michelle. By now, Michelle was straddling him and leaning over him so that her tits were in his face as his big cock filled her pussy. Artie was nipping and sucking on her nipples as she fucked him, seeming oblivious to anyone else.

An idea came to her and she crawled over to her backpack. She fumbled through it for a few seconds, then found what she was looking for. She fastened the strap-on dildo around her waist and spread a generous amount of lube on it, then went over and knelt next to Michelle and Artie. Michelle looked over at her and grinned, then her eyes fell to the lubed up strap-on and her mouth dropped open.

“Up for a little DP?” Angie asked, giving her a quick kiss.

Michelle hesitated, then nodded, settling down onto Artie’s cock. “Uh, ok…we can try it.” Artie watched them in wonderment. Was she really going to let Angie fuck her ass while he fucked her pussy?

“Are you sure about this?” he asked as Angie moved into position and she bent over to expose her asshole.

“I want to try,” she replied in a hushed voice. “If it hurts, we’ll stop.”

He seemed skeptical but shrugged. It was her body. Angie ran two fingers over the plastic cock to capture some of the lube, then pressed them against Michelle’s puckered opening. Slowly, she worked them inside as Michelle grunted and moaned. She pushed in deeper until she could feel the hardness of Artie’s cock through the thin membrane that separated her bowels from her pussy. She felt her own pussy leak a little at the prospect of anally fucking her girlfriend as Artie worked on her cunt. She leaned over Michelle.

“Ready, baby?”

Michelle’s head bobbed and Angie straightened back up. She took the slippery fake cock in her hand and positioned it at the puckered brown hole, then slowly began to work in in. Michelle groaned loudly and reached back to spread her cheeks. Slowly, the tip slid in and Michelle cried out as both of her holes were stuffed with hard cock.

Angie stopped after a couple of inches were in. “Are you ok?”

Michelle nodded and turned her head. “Yes…just let me adjust a little…” She rose up so that most of Artie’s cock was out of her pussy, then nodded to Angie. “Ok, try a little more.”

Angie pushed in another inch and stopped when Michelle indicated for her to. She moved so that only the tip of Artie’s cock was still in her pussy, then gestured for Angie to go deeper. This time, she didn’t stop her until all seven inches of the plastic cock was buried in her ass.

“Oh, fuck,” Michelle cried. “That feels so fucking good!”

“It’s not too much?” Artie asked. The concern in his voice was very evident.

Michelle shook her head. “N…no, I don’t think so. Just…” She looked back at Angie, “…when you go in…” Back to Artie. “…you pull out. I can’t take you both in at once.”

“Sure baby,” Angie said soothingly. “Pulling out now.” She began to withdraw the dildo and when she was almost all the way out, Michelle pushed down and she felt the thick cock moving against the plastic one. Michelle groaned, taking Artie all the way in, then moved back up. As soon as she paused, Angie drove the dildo back into her ass. They began a slow, but steady rhythm and Michelle closed her eyes. The feel of two cocks at once was incredible. There was a little pain, but the pleasure more than made up for it. She could feel the stirrings of an orgasm almost from the beginning. Her hands went to her breasts and she began to tug and twist her hard nipples as she moved closer and closer to her impending release.

Angie watched Michelle’s reaction to being doubled fucked. It was so fucking hot to be doing this that she knew she was going to cum as soon as Michelle did, if not sooner. She could feel Artie’s cock moving against the dildo and it seemed to transfer right back to her own aroused pussy. It was almost like all three of them were fucking each other, as strange as that sounded.

Michelle’s moans grew louder and louder and Angie knew she was about to cum. And from her body language, it was going to be a really good one. She felt herself very close as well and began to fondle her tits. Michelle cried out suddenly and Angie felt her ass tighten so hard she was unable to move. But that no longer mattered. As Michelle erupted into orgasm, her own pussy flooded and she gripped Michelle’s hips as she came with her, the dildo buried deep in her ass.

Artie watched Michelle’s face as she fucked him. He too could feel Angie moving in and out of her ass with each stroke and it did add to the sensations her pussy was inflicting on his cock. Of course, knowing it was a fake cock and it was really another girl helped. He didn’t know if he could do this with another guy. Regardless, when Michelle’s orgasm gripped her, he was mostly out of her pussy, but he felt the warm wetness ooze from her and coat his cock. He watched her face twist as she came hard, her body jerking and her jaw set. When she finally stopped cumming and began to relax, he felt Angie slide the dildo from her ass completely. She immediately pushed herself back down onto his cock and after only a few times, she began to cum again. This was all too much for him and he began to pound up at her as his own orgasm built.

“Oh, fuck!” he cried, “I’m gonna cum!”

Michelle’s second orgasm was waning and she quickly scrambled off of him. “Cum in our faces, baby!” For some reason, it only seemed right for both her and Angie to share his load. Angie had removed the strap-on and quickly knelt beside him as Michelle grasped his thick meat and pumped it. They kissed until Artie cried out that he was cumming, then both of them lowered their faces just as he shot a huge load, hitting both of them with the first shot, then finishing by alternating between the two sexy girls. When his shots stopped, they took turns sucking him clean, then kissed again and licked some of the cum from one another before collapsing to the towels in a twisted pile of naked flesh.

“Wow,” they heard Jake say. All three looked over to where he and Kristi were lying watching them. “That was amazing!”

Michelle and Angie shared a grin. “I’m gonna be sore for a week,” Michelle replied, “But it was worth it!”

Everyone chuckled at that and began to clean up. It was getting late and their sexual needs were more than sated for one day. After a few last minute discussions on the cabin, they shouldered their backpacks and began the hike back to their bikes.

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

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She groaned and sat up, resting her hand on his, then moved it further up her leg. "Please, no more cheesy lines." They kissed, long and passionately, his hand moving up her body to cup her ample breast, teasing it until her nipples were rock hard. She murmured into his mouth and he pinched it, causing her to cry out and kiss him even harder. He was about to move his hand to the tie between her soft mounds when they heard the sound of an approaching bicycle. They broke off the kiss and Steve sighed.

"Shit."

Michelle giggled and gave him one last kiss before Artie came into view. "Later, lover!"

Steve looked up. "Hey, Artie!" Michelle also turned and waved.

"Hi, guys!" Artie replied as he made his way over to them. Michelle got up and gave him a deep, wet kiss when he got there and his face was bright red when she finally released him.

"Where’s Jake and Kristi?" she asked him.

"Jake said they’ll be here in an hour or two. Something about her wanting to get something at the mall . . . I dunno."

Michelle looked over at Steve and he could see the mischievous look in her eye. She addressed Artie, but continued to hold Steve’s gaze. "You say they’re gonna be at least an hour?"

Artie unfolded his towel. "That’s what he said."

She winked at Steve and turned back to Artie. "Hmmm . . . now what could the three of us do for an hour?" She placed a finger on her chin and tried to look pensive, then brightened up. "Hey! I know!"

Without a moment’s hesitation, she turned Artie to face her, gave him a quick kiss, then dropped to her knees, her hands grasping his shorts and pulling them down.

"Hey!" he exclaimed, glancing sheepishly at Steve. His cock was already growing because of her passionate kiss and drooped half erect between his legs.

Steve couldn’t help but look at Artie’s massive tool. Holy shit, Michelle wasn’t kidding! As he watched, she began to stroke it, looking up into his face.

"Hey, what?" she asked, grinning devilishly at him. "Are you shy just because Steve’s here?"

Artie shrugged but made no move to stop her.

Michelle took his hand and pulled him down to his knees, then pushed him back so he was lying on his back on her towel. She continued to stroke his now rock-hard cock, then lowered her head to it and gave it a long, slow lick. Artie gasped and closed his eyes. Michelle turned to Steve, who was watching this transpire with a look of mild amusement. A week ago, this would have seemed wildly unbelievable, but now it was just another day in his life with Angie and Michelle; and now, it would seem, Artie, too.

Michelle licked her lips and wiggled her bikini-clad ass at him. "I wonder what it would feel like to have a cock in my mouth and pussy at the same time?" she asked, as if talking to herself.

Steve grinned and moved over to her as she lowered her mouth back to Artie’s raging hard-on and began to suck and lick it. He moved behind her and slowly pulled the skimpy garment over her beautifully curved hips, extracting it from between her wet lips. She lifted one leg at a time so he could remove it without breaking her oral rhythm on Artie. He quickly dropped his shorts and placed the tip of his own stiff prick to her puffy lips. With a muffled "mmmph", she pushed her tiny butt backward and his cock easily slipped into her tight, wet tunnel. He pushed it all the way in, his eyes closing as her tender warmth enveloped him.

He began a slow pumping motion, trying to put the fact that she was sucking on his buddy’s dick out of his mind. Every once in a while she’d release Artie’s cock and moan or tell him how good it felt. They kept this up for a few minutes until Michelle indicated that she wanted to switch.

Steve and Artie exchanged positions, awkwardly trying to avoid any physical or eye contact. Michelle watched them with an amused smile, but said nothing as Steve lay back on the towel. She knelt over him and took his wet cock into her mouth, slurping noisily on it. Artie moved up behind her and pressed his thick meat to her wet pussy.

Steve’s cock had felt great, but this was what she was waiting for. She was more than ready and despite his large size, he easily spread her wide open and pushed half of it into her. She moaned loudly and began to pump back and forth on it. She wanted to see just how much she could handle.

Steve lay back and allowed Michelle to swallow most of his dick. She was getting better at this. Still not up to Angie’s expertise, but definitely improving. He heard her grunting and couldn’t help but look up at Artie’s massive tool pushing into her. She released his cock and lifted her head.

"Oh, fuck! More, baby! Go deeper!"

Steve watched as Artie pushed a little further into Michelle’s tight pussy. She groaned and lowered her head, her hand still caressing Steve’s prick. Her hair brushed across his stomach, tickling him and adding to the sensations her hand and mouth were creating. He longed for her to take him back into her mouth again, but understood why she was a little distracted.

Artie had more than half of his long, thick cock inside her and she craved more. He was already deeper than he had been before, but she was prepared for him this time. There was some pain, true, but it was a good kind of pain! Could she take him all? Only one way to find out!

"More," she gasped, and began to suck furiously on Steve’s cock. Artie slowly fed another inch into her and she cried out, her voice muffled by Steve’s cock. He stopped and began to with draw, but she quickly lifted her head and looked back at him.

"No! Don’t stop! I want it all!" He could see the animalistic look in her eyes. "Fuck me with that monster!" she growled and pushed backward, taking in another inch.

Artie continued to feed his cock into her and her cries grew more and more urgent. He was certain he was hurting her, but if he let up, she would just push back against him. She had abandoned Steve for the time being, concentrating instead on the huge phallus filling her womb. He watched in amazement as his cock slowly disappeared into the tight, wet confines of her tender pussy.

Michelle couldn’t believe she was doing this! Two guys at once, out here in the open, and with ten inches of the biggest cock she’d ever seen buried to the hilt in her! The feeling was incredible! It hurt - hell, yes! But the pain was good, too! It was something she never thought was possible, but she certainly couldn’t deny it! Artie began to withdraw, then pushed back in.

She gasped and lowered her head. She felt the start of an orgasm and soon she was cumming hard on Artie’s huge cock. She jerked and moaned, then lowered her head to Steve’s stomach as she slowly came down, her body tingling and Artie still buried inside her.

Steve’s cock brushed her cheek and she instinctively grasped it and took it into her mouth. Artie began a slow fuck as she alternated sucking on Steve’s cock and crying out as he moved in and out of her ultra-sensitive pussy.

While it was amazing to watch Michelle take all of Artie’s monster cock, Steve was getting more than a little frustrated by the constant interruptions of his blowjob. When she seemed to be taking Artie a little easier, he reached up and placed his hands on her head, holding her in place. She didn’t resist, and even appeared to be trying to swallow more of his cock. He started lifting her head up and down; in effect, fucking her mouth.

Michelle gagged a little as Steve pushed her head up and down on his cock. She really didn’t mind him doing it, and it was actually a bit of a turn-on having him treat her like that. She felt like such a slut - and she loved it! They worked into a bit of a rhythm - when Artie drove in, Steve would lift her head, then push it back down when Artie withdrew. Before long, Steve’s cock was going well into her throat and she could feel his pubic hair tickling her nose.

Artie was moaning louder. "Oh, shit!" he gasped. "I’m gonna cum!"

Michelle tried to lift her head and Steve released her so she could. "Not in my pussy! Pull out and cum on my ass!"

Artie pumped a few more times while Michelle watched, then pulled out his long cock and stroked it a few times before closing his eyes and groaning.

"Arggghh!" he cried as his hot jism splattered all over her creamy ass and halfway up her back. He stroked his cock until he was finished, then sat back on his haunches, breathing deeply.

Steve turned Michelle back to his own little problem and she immediately resumed sucking him off with even more enthusiasm than before. She took him all the way in, willingly fucking him with her mouth. Steve just lay back and enjoyed it. She didn’t need him to move her head anymore. Before long, he felt his cum rising and was soon unloading a huge load into her throat. Michelle murmured contentedly as she swallowed every drop before falling onto the towel next to him, her body tired and aching, but very satisfied.

Steve looked over at Artie and grinned. Artie managed to grin back, then fell backward onto the grass, completely spent. Michelle crawled over to him and began licking and cleaning him off, causing him to moan and twitch.

When she finished, she looked up at him and winked, then jumped up and ran over the bank into the water, leaving her bikini bottoms next to them on the grass. Artie and Steve both watched her go, then flopped back onto the grass, content and exhausted. Finally Artie turned toward Steve, carefully focusing his eyes away from his naked lower extremities.

"Holy shit! Can you believe this?!" he exclaimed, looking up into the hot summer sky and shading his eyes against the sun.

Steve grinned and let out a short laugh. "Yeah, I know. Who would have thought Michelle would ever act like this!" He pulled himself to a sitting position and reached for his shorts. Artie groped around until he located his and began to pull them on. Steve stood up and watched Michelle splashing around in the creek. "You know you can’t tell anyone about this - ever," he said, glancing at Artie as he got up and adjusted his shorts.

"Fuck, no!" he said. "Think of what would happen to Michelle!"

Steve smiled to himself, pleased that Artie’s first thoughts weren’t of himself, but of Michelle and the consequences to her reputation if word got out what she was doing with them. His face remained somber. "Exactly. We don’t want her or Angie to get hurt. So just keep this very hush-hush and we should have a very interesting time at high school!"

Artie nodded and picked up Michelle’s bikini from the grass. "No problem, bud. But if Jake finds out, he’s really gonna be pissed that we didn’t tell him!"

Steve grabbed his arm as he started toward where Michelle was climbing from the creek, momentarily startling him. "Do not - under any circumstances - tell Jake about this!" He locked his eyes on Artie’s until Artie looked away.

"I said I wouldn’t tell anyone," Artie replied, his voice becoming very serious as his eyes once more met Steve’s. "I know how much of a dog Jake is. He’s the last person I would ever tell!" They held each others eyes for a few seconds, then Steve eased his grip on his arm as Michelle strode toward them, wet and naked.

"Sorry, man. I just wanted to make sure," he said quietly as he released Artie. Artie nodded understandingly and passed Michelle her bikini. She watched the two of them while she dressed, wondering why they were being so quiet.

"Are you guys ok?" she asked, fearing jealousy may have reared its ugly head.

"Sure," Artie said with a shrug, then gave her a quick kiss as she retied her top on. She looked over at Steve, who merely shrugged and offered a slight smile.

"No problem," he said. "We were just discussing the importance of keeping this arrangement confidential." Artie nodded in agreement. Michelle breathed a silent sigh of relief. She was afraid she may have gone too far doing both of them at once, but they apparently had no problems sharing her. Things would be better when Angie got back.

"When’s Angie coming back?" she asked Steve.

He shrugged and sat down cross-legged on the towel, pulling his stash from his backpack. "I’m not sure," he replied as he sprinkled some weed on a paper and began the meticulous task of rolling a perfect joint. The others watched silently until he was satisfied and stuck it between his lips.

"I hope it isn’t too much longer," Michelle said, leaning in to light it. "I really miss her."

Steve took a long toke, squinting as the smoke swirled around his eyes, and passed the joint to Michelle. He nodded, then exhaled. "Yeah, me too," he said sadly. He thought back to the day she’d left and how they didn’t get to say a proper goodbye. Was it only four days ago? It seemed much longer.

Chapter 30

Three days later, Angie was excitedly tossing some clothes into her suitcase. Her and her mother were going back to Mason to do some house hunting. Her father would be busy wrapping up his business affairs in Williamstown so when her mother asked if she wanted to come along, she jumped at the chance. They would be staying at Steve’s house again and she couldn’t wait to get him alone!

They had only spoken once on the phone, two days ago, and at that time she didn’t know they would be coming back. She decided not to call him, hoping to surprise him.

They finished packing the van and left for Mason before dawn the next morning. It was a nine hour drive and Angie managed to sleep for a few hours, but it felt like the longest trip she’d ever taken. She thought about her and Steve’s last love-making session and how beautiful it had been. Michelle also occupied her thoughts and she hoped the three of them could get together for some fun as well.

It was almost four in the afternoon when they finally arrived at the O’Connell’s and Angie could barely wait until her mother stopped the van before jumping out.

"Hey! Take something in with you!" her mother called as she got out. Angie was halfway to the door and turned around, trotting over to the back of the van as her mother opened the back door.

"Sorry, Mom. I’m just anxious to see Steve and Michelle," she said as she lifted a suitcase.

"There’ll be plenty of time to hang out with your friends," she replied, picking up her own luggage.

Just then, the door of the house opened and Karen came out to greet them.

"Hey! You guys made good time!" she exclaimed, giving Cathy a warm hug and smiling at Angie.

"Sorry to impose on you like this," Cathy began as they started toward the house.

Karen laughed. "You’re not imposing! Remember, I insisted you stay with us. You’re pretty much family and you’re not staying in a hotel!"

Angie looked over at Karen. "Is Steve home?"

Karen shook her head. "He’s at work. He gets off at five." She held open the door so they could go inside. "I know he’ll be happy to see you!" she added with a little smile. Angie lowered her eyes and followed her mother inside, wondering if she suspected what Karen already knew about her and Steve.

She carried her bags downstairs and to the room she’d stayed in on her last visit. As she unpacked, her mind once more drifted back to the wonderful times her, Steve, and Michelle had shared here. She was getting wet just thinking about it. Come hell or high water, she and Steve were sleeping together tonight!

She finished unpacking and went upstairs to where Karen and Cathy were chatting over coffee in the kitchen. She sat down at the table and glanced up at the clock. It was four-forty-five. Steve would be here in less than half an hour.

"Angie? Did you hear me?"

Startled, she looked over at her mother, who was eyeing her.

"Huh? I’m sorry, Mom. I guess I was day-dreaming."

Karen grinned knowingly, but said nothing.

"I was asking if you wanted to come with me to look at houses tomorrow," Cathy asked, taking another sip from her cup.

"Uh, sure, I guess," she replied, then looked over at Karen. "Is Steve working tomorrow?"

Karen smiled and nodded. "Tomorrow afternoon, I think. But I could be wrong. You’ll have to ask him."

Cathy watched this exchange with interest, wondering why her daughter was so preoccupied with Steve. The look on Karen’s face told her she knew something about it and made a mental note to ask her about it.

The subject changed to the houses they were looking at and what neighborhoods they were in. Angie was half listening to them, but her real attention was focused on the clock. Only ten more minutes.

At five past five, she excused herself and went back downstairs, claiming it was hot and she was going to watch some TV. The women watched her go, then Cathy looked at Karen.

"Is there something going on with our kids I should know about?" she asked. "Angie has been moping around the house ever since we got home."

Karen finished her coffee before replying. "You mean she hasn’t said anything?" She took Cathy’s empty cup and went over to get them a refill.

"No," Cathy said slowly. "But I have my suspicions."

Karen sat back down, sliding Cathy’s cup across the table. She nodded. "Yeah, they’re dating. I suspected it right away. I guess boys are a little easier to read than girls when it comes to this sort of thing."

Cathy sighed. "Well, at least she picked a good kid." She took a sip and sat thinking for a moment. "Just how serious do you think it is? Should they be sleeping next door ro one another in the basement?"

Karen pursed her lips. She was pretty sure Angie and Steve had already had sex, but wasn’t sure how to tell Cathy; or if she should even tell her at all.

"I think," she began, her eyes moving from her cup up to Cathy. "That if they want to have sex, they’re going to, no matter what we do. Short of locking in their rooms, that is." Cathy’s face took on a worried expression and Karen reached out and took her hand. "Look, Cathy, they’re teenagers. You were young once. All we can do is warn them of the consequences. If they’re going to do it, they’ll do it." She paused, then added, "I already spoke to Steve about it when I first suspected they had hooked up. I . . . gave him some condoms, just in case."

Cathy’s eyes grew wide and her jaw dropped. "You did what?!"

"I figured it was the right thing to do. At least they’d be protected!" Cathy closed her mouth but continued to stare at her friend. Karen managed a smile. "And from the expression on Steve’s face, I think he was more scared than anxious!"

Cathy continued to stare, but she finally let out a sigh. "You’re right. I’m sorry. I just couldn’t imagine my mother giving me condoms and telling me to be careful." She smiled wanly at Karen. "It’s just so much more nerve-wracking with a daughter."

Karen patted her hand. "They’re good kids, Cathy. They’ll do the right thing."

They were interrupted by the door opening. Steve came in and dropped his backpack on the floor. He looked up at Cathy and Karen.

"Hi!" His surprise at seeing Cathy there was evident. Karen hadn’t told him they were coming. She wanted to see the look of surprise on his face. He looked from Cathy to his mother. "I didn’t know you were coming back so soon," he said to Cathy as he got a glass of water and drank it in one long drink.

Cathy glanced over at Karen, then studied Steve in a different light. She could see how Angie would be attracted to him. He was quite good-looking and had a lean, well-toned body. He finished his water and turned around. Cathy averted her eyes back to her coffee, embarrassed that she was thinking about her friend’s teenage son in that way.

"We came to look at houses," Cathy said before taking a quick sip.

Steve looked around. "Did . . . Angie come with you?" He tried to sound casual, but both women could sense his hopefulness.

Karen smiled and nodded toward the basement stairs. "She’s downstairs."

Steve looked toward the stairs, then very carefully set his empty glass on the counter. He was trying to act nonchalant, but he was doing a poor job.

"Oh, ok," he said. "I think I’ll go take a shower before supper." He went over to the steps and, with a quick glance at the two women, disappeared around the corner. They could hear his thumping footsteps as he practically ran down the stairs. Karen couldn’t control herself any longer and burst out laughing, covering her mouth so Steve wouldn’t hear her. Cathy’s face also broke out into a wide grin.

"Did you see the look on his face?" Karen asked between chuckles. "He was trying to act so cool!"

Cathy grinned and allowed herself a small chuckle. Karen was right, Steve was a good kid, and so was Angie. She just wasn’t sure she was ready for her little girl to grow up.

Steve nearly tripped over his own feet as he stumbled down the stairs to the basement. He reached the bottom in one piece and looked around. The room was empty. Just then, the door to the bathroom opened and Angie stood there, looking so beautiful he wanted to take her into his room and make passionate love to her right then and there. To hell with their mothers in the kitchen. He was in love!

Angie’s eyes locked on his and a wide smile spread across her face. Her eyes sparkled as she ran over to him, leaping up and wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. They kissed long and hard, holding each other tightly. Angie started to move her hips, grinding her pussy against his already stiffening cock. They broke off the kiss and Angie hugged him, resting her head on his shoulder and continuing her warm embrace.

"I missed you so much!" she breathed into his ear.

"I missed you, too, baby!" he replied, his hands caressing her back. They kissed again, then Cathy’s voice from the top of the stairs broke the spell.

"Angie! Could come up and help me finish unloading the van, please?"

She let her legs drop to the floor, but continued to hold him with her arms. "I’ll be right back," she told him. With a final kiss, she released his neck and went over to the steps, looking back until she couldn’t see him anymore. He sighed and pulled off his shirt, then his shorts. He went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, wondering when he and Angie would be able to make love again.

When he came out of the shower ten minutes later with a towel wrapped around his waist, he expected Angie to be waiting in the rec room. But she wasn’t there. He went into his room and slipped into a pair of shorts and t-shirt, combed his hair, and went upstairs.

Angie, Karen, and Cathy were in the kitchen, setting the table and doing the final preparations for dinner. Alan arrived home from work a few minutes later and greeted Cathy with a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek. They all sat down to eat and talked about the Delaney’s estimated moving date and whether they would be moved in time for Angie to start school in another month.

Cathy frowned. "I don’t know. It depends on if we find the right house and can get a quick closing. That’s asking a lot and I don’t want to settle for a place that isn’t what we want just to move in quicker."

Alan swallowed a mouthful, then said, "You could always rent an apartment for a month or two."

Cathy nodded. "That’s what we’re thinking we’ll do. It would be hard for Angie to change schools after only a month or two."

Steve spoke up. "She could always stay here."

Everyone turned to him and he felt a little embarrassed to be the center of attention. Angie sensed his discomfort and came to his rescue.

"That would be fine with me," she said, trying to sound casual.

Cathy turned to her. "I’m sure it would, dear, but it’s not nice to ask to move in with someone."

"I have no problem with that," Karen said, glancing over at Steve’s father. Alan nodded.

"Sure. Angie’s just like family, anyway." He grinned and gave her a wink. "The daughter we never had."

Angie giggled and lowered her eyes, then looked over at her mother. "Could I, Mom? I wouldn’t even have to go back to Williamstown with you. All my stuff is already packed except what I brought with me."

Cathy laid down her fork and fixed Angie with a hard look. "Angie . . ."

Karen interrupted her. "It’s ok, Cathy. It’s up to you and Mark, but if she wants to stay, that’s fine with us."

Angie could feel her mother starting to give in. "Please, Mom? I’m starting to make friends here and it’s hard leaving them to go back home and have to say goodbye to everyone there all over again!"

Cathy sighed. "Let me talk to your father about it." Angie grinned. "But that doesn’t mean I’m saying yes. We have to have a little talk first." She glanced over at Steve, who ducked his head and concentrated on his dinner.

Alan caught the exchange and looked over at Karen with a questioning look on his face. She mouthed, ‘later’, and went back to eating.

The rest of the meal was relatively quiet, with only a smattering of conversation. Angie could hardly contain herself. She had to convince her parents to let her stay! Just the thought of being separated from Steve again was almost unbearable!

When dinner was finished, Steve and Angie volunteered to clean up and their parents retired to the living room. Steve glanced over his shoulder as they stood at the sink doing the dishes, then whispered to Angie, "Do you think they’ll say yes?"

She smiled and their hands touched as he passed her a plate to dry. "They have to. I don’t want to be apart from you again. Or Michelle."

He nodded and began thinking about Michelle and Artie. He hadn’t had the chance to tell Angie about the addition to their little group and although he didn’t know exactly how to tell her, he knew it had to be done soon.

"Why don’t we call Michelle and ask her to come over tonight?" he said as he passed another plate to her.

She nodded. "Yeah, good idea. I can’t wait to see her again." She gave him a quick sideways glance then nudged him. "Did you two get together while I was gone?"

He looked over at her, expecting an accusing stare, but her eyes twinkled and she had a mischievous grin on her face. He felt his face getting hot.

"Aha! Looks like you did!" she whispered, shoving him sideways with her hip.

He grinned and looked embarrassed. "Yeah, we did. But really only once. We were, uh, interrupted the first time we tried."

She looked up at him as she hung the dish towel on the rack. "Oh?" She looked toward the living room to make sure they weren’t overheard, then leaned in closer. "What happened?"

Steve took a deep breath. "It’s kind of a long story," he said, looking toward the living room. "Why don’t we wait for Michelle and we can both explain it to you."

Angie gave him a questioning look, but figured he had his reasons. "Ok. What’s her number? I’ll give her a call now." Steve recited the number. She dialed it, spoke to Michelle’s mother for a moment, then waited for Michelle to come on the line.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Michelle. It’s Angie."

"Angie!" Her enthusiasm was evident in her voice. "How are you? Are you back in town?"

"Yeah, we just got here."

"Cool! Are you here for good?"

"That’s kind of up the air right now," she replied. "But we’re hopeful. Listen, any chance you could come over tonight? I’d love to see you again." She looked up at Steve and added, "And Steve tells me you and him have something to tell me, but he won’t say what."

The line was silent for a few seconds, then Michelle said, "Uh, yeah, I think I can come over. What time?"

"As soon as possible," she replied. "I’m dying to know what you need to tell me."

"All right. Give me a few minutes and I’ll be right over."

They said goodbye and Angie hung up the phone. Steve went over to the living room where his parents and Cathy were having a lively discussion about some vacation they’d once taken together.

"We’re all done out here," he said. "We’re going downstairs to watch TV. Michelle’s coming over in a bit so we’ll get the door."

"Ok, honey," his mother said and watched as he disappeared back into the kitchen. She looked over at Cathy. "At least they’ll behave with Michelle there," she said with a smile.

Alan gave her a curious look and she told him they were seeing each other. Instead of looking concerned, he sat back on the couch, smiling to himself. Steve had caught him a good one!

Cathy nodded, feeling a little relieved. She knew there was nothing she could do to prevent them from having sex, but she had to try.

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Steve and Angie went downstairs and sat on the couch. He turned on the TV, but a few seconds later they were in a tight embrace, making out. He felt Angie’s hand move to his crotch and begin to rub his semi-hard cock over his shorts. He sighed and moved his hand under her t-shirt and began to tease her breasts. To his disappointment, she was wearing a bra, but it still felt great just to be touching her again.

Fifteen minutes passed and Angie had him almost ready to cum in his shorts when they heard the soft knock on the back door. With reluctance, she removed her hand from his throbbing organ and stood up.

"That must be Michelle."

He was a little disappointed that she stopped her wonderful caress, but he also knew that they had already gone a little further than they should have with their parents upstairs and Michelle on her way over. She turned to go answer the door and Steve couldn’t help reaching out and giving her ass a little pinch over her tight jeans. She jumped and let out a little yelp.

"Stop that!" she cried, giving him a stern warning look as she went over to the stairs. But her eyes were smiling and he knew she was only teasing.

She opened the door and greeted Michelle with a warm hug. "Hi! Come on in!"

They went down the stairs, Angie leading the way and holding her hand. As soon as they reached the bottom, Angie spun her around and pushed her up against the wall. She moved in and planted a big, wet kiss on her lips, startling Michelle because it happened so quickly. After she recovered from her shock, she put her arms around Angie’s neck and returned the kiss hungrily. Angie moved her hand under Michelle’s short halter top and up to her bare breast, squeezing it until she let out a little gasp.

Steve sat on the couch, watching all this take place. He felt his already hard dick suddenly go to full alert as he watched his girlfriend making out with his other girlfriend only ten feet from where he was sitting. He thought he was going to explode right then and there! He wondered again how one guy could be so lucky!

The girls finally pulled apart and Angie led Michelle over to where he sat.

"Hi, Michelle," he said, planting a long lingering kiss on her soft lips, wet from her kiss with Angie.

"Hi," she breathed when he released her. She looked over at Angie, who took a seat on the other side of Steve. "Wow, that was some greeting!"

Angie took her hand and looked into her eyes. "I really missed you."

Michelle smiled at the sexy blonde. "I can tell!" Then her face became more solemn. "And I missed you, too. A lot!"

Angie looked at Steve. She had to know what they wanted to tell her and didn’t waste any time. "Steve tells me you two were interrupted when you tried to make out, but he didn’t elaborate." Michelle took in a deep breath and nodded.

"Yeah, that’s something we need to talk about," she said, glancing at Steve.

He took the hint and started the story. "We were in the creek. Jake, Artie, and Kristi were up on the bank, but they couldn’t see us. So we began to fool around a little. You know, fondling, kissing."

Michelle interjected. "We weren’t doing it."

Steve nodded. "No, but when Michelle looked up, Artie was standing on the bank watching us. Jake and Kristi went off to make out and he . . ."

Angie held up a hand. "Wait a minute, did you say Jake and Kristi were making out?"

Michelle answered. "Oh yeah, that happened after you left. They’re sort of dating, I guess."

Steve nodded in agreement. "Yeah. They haven’t been around much lately." He paused. "Anyway, like I was saying, Artie saw us fooling around in the water and got real pissed. He was mad at me for cheating on you and mad at Michelle because she was supposed to be your friend."

Michelle smiled. "It was really sweet of him. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him stand up for someone like that before. He must really like you, Angie!"

Angie nodded, her mind already working. "So, you told him about us?"

Steve and Michelle exchanged a look, then Michelle nodded. "We had to. He was acting like he was going make a huge deal of it. We didn’t want Jake or Kristi to notice the way he was acting and get it out of him. We couldn’t see any other way out of it."

Angie nodded. "Yeah, I see what you mean. Do you think he’ll keep quiet about it?"

Steve took over. "He said he wouldn’t tell anyone and I don’t think he ever would have done it purposefully. The problem is, Artie isn’t known for keeping secrets. He has good intentions, but somehow he always seems to spill the beans."

Michelle spoke next. "So we came up with a way to give him a little incentive to keep quiet."

Angie waited, but neither spoke. "What did you do?"

Michelle took a deep breath. "I told Steve to make some excuse to leave, then I fucked him."

Angie’s mouth dropped open. "Y . . . you did what?!"

Michelle shrugged. "I sucked his cock, then fucked him."

Angie moved her attention to Steve. "And you agreed to this?"

He sighed and nodded. "We figured the best way to keep Artie quiet was to ask him to join our little club. Think about it: he’s never even had a girlfriend before, let alone had sex. Suddenly, he has access to two beautiful girls who want to have sex with him. Do you think he’s going to do or say anything to screw that up?"

Angie continued to stare at them in stunned silence, but she was beginning to see the logic in their decision. It was unfortunate, but it did make sense.

Michelle leaned over and grinned at Angie. "And Artie has been keeping a little secret of his own!" She held up her hands about ten inches apart. At first Angie didn’t grasp what she was trying to say, but when she nodded toward Steve’s package, Angie’s eyes grew wide. She grinned at Michelle, her eyes wide and sparkling.

"Are you serious?"

Michelle nodded, still grinning. "You know the guys in the pornos? Well, Artie can put more than a few of them to shame. The first time we did it, I couldn’t even take half of him!"

Angie leaned back, still hardly believing what they were saying. If this was true, she would have the opportunity to fuck a cock of mythical proportions! She thought about this, then looked back at Michelle.

"You said the first time you fucked him. How many times have you two done it?"

"Well, there was that first time, then a few days later . . ." She looked at Steve. ". . .when we all kind of hooked up."

Angie felt a grin spreading across her face. "You did both of them at once?"

Michelle nodded, relieved that she wasn’t upset about her fucking her boyfriend when she wasn’t around. Even though they had her ok to do it, she still wondered how she would feel after the fact.

"That must have been awesome!" Angie mused. "Did you take any more of Artie’s cock into you?"

Michelle grinned and nodded. "I took all of it! Hurt like hell at first, but afterward - wow!"

Angie stared at her in disbelief. Was this the same girl who had been a virgin only a couple of weeks ago, completely naive about any aspect of sex? Now she was doing two guys at once and taking all of a ten inch cock! From virgin to nympho almost overnight!

She shook her head and chuckled. "Well, I can’t wait to meet the real Artie!" She caught Steve giving her a funny look and leaned in to kiss him, her hand moving to his crotch. "Don’t get me wrong, lover. I love it when you fuck me with that big stick of yours, but there are some things a girl just has to try!"

He smiled at her. He knew he couldn’t compare to Artie in the dick department. Very few guys could. But she loved him and he was happy with that. Then a thought came to him.

"Wait a minute. Before you left, you told me you had something new you wanted to try when you got back. Can you let us know now what it is?"

Angie grinned and shook her head. "All in good time, but I will tell you this: I’m certain you’re gonna like it!" They tried to get more out of her, but she was adamant.

"I want it to be a surprise. You’re going to have to be patient!"

They pouted for a few minutes, then began to make out. They took turns kissing while the one who wasn’t involved amused themself by fondling and caressing the others. It worked out good and they were getting pretty worked up when Steve heard the tell-tale squeak of the kitchen floor. He knew the sound well. It meant someone was going across the kitchen to the basement stairs.

"Someone’s coming!" he whispered. Immediately, Michelle and Angie broke off their kiss, smoothed their clothes and hair, and were sitting on either side of Steve watching TV when Cathy and Karen came downstairs.

"Don’t let us interrupt, kids. We just need to get some things out of the freezer," Karen said as they walked past and into the storage room where the freezer was located. The three teens sat on the couch watching the movie and joking about the campy plot. Angie and Michelle seemed to be having a great time, laughing and giggling like they’d been friends for years.

When they came back into the rec room, Karen was carrying a frozen chicken and Cathy had a bag of frozen corn. "Don’t stay up too late, now," Karen said with a smile as they passed by and started up the stairs.

Chapter 31

Cathy and Karen climbed the stairs to the kitchen and Karen opened the freezer, tossing the chicken and the corn into it. They really didn’t have to be taken out until tomorrow. Cathy had wanted to check on the kids without looking too obvious and Karen had come up with the idea.

But something seemed off to her. Angie and Steve were definitely an item. He had confirmed that himself. But she had seen him and Michelle kissing in the back yard. Yet Michelle and Angie appeared to be becoming the very best of friends. Even she could feel the sexual tension between Steve and Michelle. How could Angie not?

Her and Cathy went back into the living room where Alan was sitting watching TV. "Everything all right down there?" he asked.

"Yup. Everyone’s behaving," Karen said, dropping to the couch beside him and patting his leg. She winked at Cathy. "Either the orgy was a real quick one or it hasn’t started yet!" Cathy gave her an unsettled smile. Maybe that wasn’t the best joke she could have told.

"Cathy, they’ll be fine. Like I said, they won’t do anything as long as Michelle’s there and after that, what are you going to do? Watch her all the time?"

Cathy sighed and shook her head. "You’re right. I’m sorry. I can’t help worrying."

"How about a glass of wine?" Alan asked, getting to his feet. "I know I could use one." Both women agreed and soon they were sitting there talking while sipping glasses of red wine. Cathy was still worried, but decided that Angie was growing up and she had to start trusting her to make her own decisions.

Meanwhile, something still nagged at Karen. It was like there was something she was missing that was right in front of her face. Angie was only sixteen, true, but she had to be sensing something between Steve and Michelle. It was almost like she knew and didn’t care. She tipped the glass to her lips and froze as a new and frightening thought occurred to her.

No, they couldn’t be! They were only kids! But her instincts told her otherwise. It was the only thing that explained her nagging feeling. Could it be that Angie and Michelle were somehow sharing Steve openly and willingly? If so, this could present a whole new set of problems; and she had no idea how to approach Steve about it. This would require some thought, and a lot more investigation.

Chapter 32

Around eleven-thirty, Michelle stood up and stretched. She was wearing a halter top and a short pleated skirt and when she stretched, her skirt lifted up so Steve and Angie had a clear view of her white cotton panties under it. Angie let out a low whistle and grinned.

Michelle smiled down at her and leaned over to kiss them both. She straightened back up.

"I have to go. I told Mom I’d be home before midnight."

Angie and Steve got to their feet. "So when do we get together with Artie?" Angie asked. She hadn’t been able to get the picture of geeky little Artie sporting a ten inch hardon out of her mind all night.

Michelle shrugged. "I’ll give him a call in the morning. I think he said his parents work all day so maybe we could go over to his place."

Steve nodded. "Yeah, they do. They don’t even come home for lunch. He has the house to himself from seven am to almost six o’clock."

Angie smiled seductively and bit her lip. "That sounds perfect. Call me as soon as you talk to him, ok?"

Michelle said she would and they walked her to the door. Taking a quick glance into the kitchen, Angie gave her another quick kiss. Steve did, too, and they watched her walk down the driveway and onto the sidewalk before closing the door.

"I’m thirsty," Angie said, a little louder than she needed to. She went up into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water, then stood by the sink drinking it. Steve came up and watched her, wondering why she was standing here. The house was quiet. Their parents must have gone to bed already. Then he realized that was what she was doing - checking to see if everyone was asleep.

She finished her water, then placed the glass in the sink and snuck over to peer into the living room. It was dark and empty. She listened for a moment, then crept back over to where Steve waited. She took his hand and they made their way downstairs.

When they reached the rec room, he took her in his arms and gave her a very wet and passionate kiss. Angie returned it, pushing her tongue into his mouth. After a moment she pushed him away and in a breathless whisper said, "We better go to bed."

Steve grinned. "Your room or mine?"

Angie giggled and shoved him back. "I’m going in my room and you’re going in yours!"

Steve was puzzled. He was hoping they’d be having sex tonight and when she checked on their parents, he was certain that was the reason. Why else would she have done it?

She glanced up the dark stairs, then looked back at him. "I know my mother," she whispered. "Now that she knows we’re more than friends, she won’t be able to sleep until she sneaks down to make sure we’re each in our own bed." She pushed him toward his room. "So go to bed. I’ll be in later!"

Reluctantly, Steve backed into his room. Angie waved her hands in a ‘shoo’ gesture and he closed the door and sighed. He had been waiting for this all night and now it seemed he had to wait a while longer. He undressed and climbed into bed nude. At least when Angie did come in, he’d be ready!

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Angie hated to send Steve to his room. She wanted him so bad! But she was certain her mother would be down within the hour and was determined to wait her out. She changed into her pajamas and got into bed. The alarm clock on the night-stand said eleven-fifty-one. She reached over and set the alarm for two am, just in case she fell asleep. Then she lay back and closed her eyes, waiting for the creak of footsteps on the kitchen floor.

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Cathy lay in her bed upstairs, wide awake. She had heard Angie and Steve in the kitchen and suspected they were checking to see if anyone was still up. She looked over at her clock. Just after one am. She knew she should trust her daughter, but she wouldn’t be able to sleep until she checked on her. She flipped the covers back and slipped her cotton robe over her shiny gray satin nightgown, then quietly opened her door and crept down the hall into the kitchen and over to the basement stairs. As quietly as she could, she made her way down to the rec room and over to Angie’s nearly closed door. She listened at it for a moment and heard only the steady breathing of a person who was sound asleep.

Carefully, she pushed the door open and peered in. The room was dark, but a little light from a streetlight filtered in through the window curtains. She could see Angie’s blonde hair on the pillow. She was lying on her side, facing the other way, and she was alone. There was no tell-tale scent of sex in the air and all seemed normal. She gently pulled the door closed again and moved over to Steve’s room.

She listened for a moment and heard steady, rhythmic breathing. She slowly pushed his door open and saw him lying on the bed, the sheets down around his waist. He was lying on his back and she could just make out his rising and falling chest in the dim light. She pulled his door closed and slipped back upstairs, satisfied that her daughter was safe for the night anyway.

She reached her room and went in, taking off her robe. She turned on the lamp and stood before the full length mirror in her pretty satin nightgown. For a woman of thirty-five, she still had a very nice body. Her blonde hair fell over her shoulders. It was a little shorter that Angie’s, but looked great on her. Her slender figure was something she worked hard to keep, walking three miles a day and working out three days a week at the gym. As a result of that and trying to eat properly, she figured she had the body of a woman ten years younger. Her breasts did sag a little more than they used to, but were quite perky for woman her age, and were still two of her husband’s favorite playthings. She picked up her brush and ran it through her hair a few times, trying to resolve her feelings about Angie and Steve.

Chapter 33

Karen and Alan were lying in bed. He wore his boxers, while Karen was wearing her panties and a little night shirt that barely fell past her breasts. He was on his back and she was lying partially on top of him. They were kissing passionately, the prelude to a night of love-making. She kissed her way down his chest , her hands caressing his skin. When she reached his boxers, she kissed the bulge that was starting to form in them, then worked them down and off. His hard cock sprang up, ready and waiting for her.

She looked down at her naked husband and smiled. Even after seventeen years of marriage, she was still madly in love with him and adored his body. She pulled off her shirt and her beautiful, full breasts bounced free before settling onto her chest. He grinned at her and she lowered her head to his chest, resuming her kisses. When she reached his pubic area, she grasped his hard cock in one hand and began to stroke it, watching his face. He sighed and smiled softly.

She moved her head down and licked along the side of his seven inch cock. This brought a small gasp from him and she continued to lick his shaft, then down to his balls, sucking each of them into her mouth and gently working it over . He groaned in pleasure. When she moved back to his shaft, she once again licked up one side, then the other. Then she slipped her full lips over the soft skin of the tip and took him deep into her mouth.

Alan moaned louder and raised his hips slightly. Karen began to move up and down, slurping noisily and loving the little sounds of satisfaction he was making.

A light knock on the door interrupted them and she popped her mouth from him and slid up to her pillow, pulling the covers over them as she did.

"Yes?" she called out softly when she was sure nothing was exposed.

The door opened and Cathy stood there wearing her slinky nightgown. She stepped into the room and closed the door before turning around to face them.

No one moved or spoke for a second, then Karen grinned at her and threw the covers back. "It’s about time! We were starting to think you weren’t coming!"

Cathy smiled and slipped one strap from her shoulder, then the other. Her nightgown shimmered as it dropped from her beautiful body and landed in a crumpled heap at her feet. She stepped out of it completely naked, went over to the bed, and crawled in next to Alan.

"Too bad Mark couldn’t come, too," Karen said as she leaned over her husband to kiss her best friend.

Cathy smiled and nodded. "Yeah, but soon we’ll be able to get together all the time, just like we used to!" She kissed Alan, then looked down at his hard member and grinned at Karen. "Mind if I take a turn?"

Chapter 34

Angie waited until her mother had enough time to go back up and get into bed before she flung off the covers. She glanced at the clock. One-thirty. Not too late. They would have plenty of time. She turned off the alarm and threw one of the pillows under the covers, then bunched them so at a quick glance, it sort of looked like someone was still in the bed. Not a perfect solution, but it couldn’t hurt.

She pulled her pajama bottoms and panties off and unbuttoned the top three buttons of her top, revealing a good portion of her breasts. With a final check in the mirror, she turned off the lamp and opened her door, peering out into the gloom of the dark rec room.

All was quiet, so she stepped out and pulled her door back to where it was, just in case her mother made another bed check. It wasn’t likely, but it never hurt to be careful. She went over to Steve’s door and slowly pushed it open, then slipped inside. He was asleep - there was no faking snoring like that!

She went over to his night stand and turned on the lamp, lighting the room softly. She gazed down at his sleeping form. The covers were down to his waist and one leg stuck out. Her eyes drifted below his waist and she smiled when she saw the little tent poking the covers up. She checked to make sure he was still asleep, then went over and began to lower the covers, lifting them away from his erect cock.

When she had him completely exposed, she removed her top and carefully climbed into the bed on her hands and knees. She didn’t want to wake him up; not yet. She moved slowly and was able to position herself so that she could take him into her mouth.

She watched him sleep for a few seconds, her eyes drifting over his naked body and finally settling on his hard cock. She leaned in and breathed his aroma deeply, then opened her mouth and slipped his cock into it, sucking hard as she did.

Steve moaned and rolled his head from side to side, but didn’t wake up. Angie began to move up and down on him, using her tongue to tease his sensitive head, but he still didn’t wake up. She popped it from her lips and looked at him. He was one sound sleeper!

She decided to try a different approach. Still moving carefully, but not so concerned with waking him, she lifted one leg over his torso and poised her now dripping pussy over the tip of his hard cock. If this didn’t wake him up . . .

She lowered herself until his tip pressed into her swollen lips, then lower. She felt his cock slip easily into her moist tunnel and she slowly lowered herself until he was completely inside her. Fuck, he felt good!

She was watching his face when she started, but closed her eyes as the final few inches penetrated her. When she opened them again, Steve was looking up at her, a sleepy smile on his face.

"Hi!" she whispered and leaned over to kiss him, her nipple brushing the skin of his chest.

"Hi," he replied with a soft intake of breath as his cock shifted inside her when she bent over to kiss him. She began to move her body back and forth in a rocking motion, rubbing her clit against him. She kissed him again and his hand went around her back, holding her tightly. Her hips continued their sensual movement, her torso undulating as she brought herself closer and closer to orgasm.

She pulled her lips from his and let out a little cry. He noticed that her breathing was becoming shallow and recognized it as a sign of her impending climax. She sat up, resting her hands on his chest and continuing to move her hips back and forth. His hands went to her breasts and she closed her eyes, sighing as his fingers teased her hard nipples. She started moving faster, then lifted herself up a few inches before dropping back down on him.

He released her wonderful tits and placed both hands on her hips. She continued to move up and down on him, slamming his cock all the way in each time. Steve helped her by lifting her and pushing her back down again. Angie moaned and increased her tempo. She was so close!

Steve slid his hands up to her back and pulled her down to kiss her again. When their lips touched, Angie felt herself letting go and suddenly pulled her head up, her mouth open and neck muscles straining.

Steve recognized that she was having a very intense orgasm and stopped his thrusts, allowing her to fully enjoy the sensations. He felt her pussy gripping and releasing his cock over and over. She was throwing her head up and down as each wave washed through her. Her long, golden hair flew back, then fell over his chest, tickling his skin. Then she froze for a few seconds before collapsing to his chest, panting for breath.

He held her to him without moving his cock, knowing she became very sensitive to the slightest touch after cumming. She didn’t move for a long time while her hot pussy enveloped him. She shifted slightly, bringing a gasp from her lips and a shudder from her charged body. Finally she lifted her head from his shoulder and smiled down at him, a dreamy and contented look on her face.

"Oh, wow! Did I ever miss that!" she exclaimed, planting a quick kiss on his lips. She moved her body up and realized that he was still very hard. "You didn’t cum?"

He shook his head. "I was too busy watching you," he replied. He didn’t say anything else, but this was kind of new to him, too. Usually he had to fight the urge to cum almost from the time he entered her, and after being apart for so long he expected it to be a short session tonight. But for some unknown reason he didn’t feel so sensitive. Maybe it was because he was tired, he wasn’t sure. All he knew was that he felt like he could pound her for hours! It still felt great, but the urge to cum wasn’t so strong and he found could easily control it.

He and Angie lay together for a few moments, then she lifted her head and grinned at him. "I could stay like this all night," she whispered. "But you need to cum!" With that, she extracted herself from his hard member and rolled onto her back, her legs wide apart. "Please fuck me again, Steve?"

He looked over at the gorgeous blonde who had just begged him to fuck her and a grin spread across his face. He got up, grabbed her ankles, and pulled her over so her ass was lying at the very edge of the mattress. She was still a little low, so he lifted her by her legs, draping them across his forearms. This lifted her ass from the bed and placed her opening pretty much level with his waiting cock.

"Oh, yes!" she breathed. "Fuck me!"

He didn’t give her a chance to ask again. He adjusted her legs on his arms, then placed his cock at her swollen lips, and plunged all the way in. Angie gasped as she was once again filled with his manhood, then began to rock her pelvis against his. Steve puled out a bit, then drove back in, causing her to cry out. He continued to drive in and out of her, pulling her body to his as he thrust forward. Their skin slapped together in a steadily increasing rhythm as their speed increased. Soon they were moving so fast that their motions were blurred and the slapping was practically non-stop.

Angie lay back and reveled in the serious fucking Steve was giving her. He had never had this much stamina before and she hoped it wasn’t a one-time thing! A girl could get used to this! She wondered briefly if anyone else in the house could hear them because to her it sounded like they were making enough noise to wake the neighbors! She didn’t give it much thought though. If they got caught, they got caught. This felt too good to stop!

She was feeling the start of another orgasm and closed her eyes, waiting for it to explode within her. Then Steve suddenly slowed and pulled out. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, about to ask why he was stopping. He grabbed her thighs and flipped her over onto her stomach, then pulled her ass up in the air.

"Oh, yeah!" she panted, pushing her ass toward him.

He placed one foot up on the bed beside her and aimed his cock at her pussy. When it touched her lips, he grasped her waist and pulled her back while pushing forward. Angie buried her face in the pillow and cried out as his cock slid all the way into her. He pushed in and out a few times, getting used to the new position, then began his jackhammer-like thrusts. She could feel his heavy balls slapping her pussy every time he slammed into her, increasing her own enjoyment.

The orgasm that had been starting before they change positions quickly resumed its intensity, and in just a few minutes she had her face buried in the pillow again, trying to muffle her cries. She lifted her face and turned to look back at him.

"Oh, shit! I’m gonna cum again!" She dropped her face back into the pillow as Steve increased his thrusts a little more. She felt her body start to tingle, then an almost numbing sensation swept through her just before her second powerful orgasm crashed through her trembling body. She screamed into the pillow, letting all of her emotions out as her body tensed and shook from the force of her orgasm.

Steve drove all the way into her just as her pussy clamped down harder than it ever had before on him, trapping him inside her. He felt her powerful vaginal muscles rippling over his shaft, as if trying to milk the cum from him. He was getting closer and thought he might cum with her, but he could still stop himself. It wouldn’t have been a bad thing if they’d both cum at the same time, but he was curious to see just how long he could go. He felt like a porn star! They had been going at it pretty hard for over half an hour!

He felt Angie relax a little but he didn’t move, allowing her to come down from her orgasmic high a little more. Finally she lifted her head from the pillow and looked back at him. She gave him a look of complete satisfaction, her eyes half closed and a contented smile on her face.

"H . . . holy shit, Steve! What are you doing to me!?" she asked in a hoarse whisper.

He grinned and wiped the sweat from his brow. It had been dripping in his face while he was pounding her and it stung his eyes. "Are you ok?" he asked breathlessly.

She nodded. "If you’re trying to kill me with pleasure, you came very close!"

He chuckled and she felt his cock move inside her. He was still hard! She gave him a questioning look. "You still didn’t cum?"

He shook his head and drove as far into her as he could, then rocked his pelvis from side to side. "No, but I’m getting real close!"

Angie leaned forward and his wet cock slid from her ravaged cunt. She rolled over onto her back, spread her legs, and reached up to him. "Then we aren’t done yet. Come here, baby."

He crawled between her legs and leaned over to kiss her. His cock dangled just over her opening and Angie reached down, grasped it, and guided it into her. Steve lowered himself down, pushing into her warm wetness once again. She began moving her hips in a circular pattern, then pumped a few times before resuming her gentle circular motion. Steve began to move at the same time, her warm pussy rubbing his sensitive head from several different angles.

Before long, he felt the tingle in his balls and knew he was finally going to unload. He released her lips and looked down into her pretty face.

"Oh, yeah! I’m getting closer!"

Angie pulled him to her and kissed him hard, then released him. "Come on! Cum for me! Cum on my face! In my mouth! I want to taste your delicious cum! Come on, baby! Give it to me!"

Her dirty talk was really getting him going and he pulled his throbbing cock from her pussy, then grabbed her hair and pulled her into a sitting position. She ignored his rough treatment, and took his hard shaft in her hand. Actually, she kind of liked him doing that. It really didn’t hurt and it felt so bad!

She looked up at his face as her hand pumped him. He was looking down at her and she pursed her lips.

"Are you gonna cum? Come on, I want it!" She opened her mouth and took his head into it, sucking on it like a lollipop before releasing it. "Feed me your cum, lover! Now!" She opened her mouth wide and aimed his cock at it, still pumping him furiously.

That was all he could take. He threw his head back and groaned as he felt his seed rise and surge through his shaft. It shot out with such a force that it took Angie by surprise, hitting her upper lip and splattering across her cheek. The next shot was more accurate, with most of it landing on her tongue. She continued to jerk him off until his movements relaxed and no more shot out. She once again took it into her mouth and slowly worked her tongue around the head, sucking the last few drops from him before looking up at him and smiling. Strings of cum dripped from her teeth and the streak across her cheek was starting to run downward.

He watched her swallow his load, then she licked her lips and grinned. She reached up and wiped the cum from her face with a finger, then sucked it clean before giving him one more quick suck. She flopped back onto his bed, exhausted, but very satisfied.

Steve lay down next to her. He was panting from both the exertion of their energetic fuck and the incredible orgasm he’d just experienced. His hair was soaked and a sheen of sweat covered his naked body. Angie looked much the same, although her breathing had relaxed somewhat. They turned their heads and grinned at each other.

"W . . . wow!" Steve exclaimed. His mind was still too numb to think of anything else to say. Angie leaned over and kissed him, then lay back, sighing contentedly.

"That was without a doubt the best sex I’ve ever had!" she exclaimed, taking his hand.

Steve nodded in agreement. "Y . . . yeah!" was all he managed to say.

They lay there for a few more minutes until Angie pulled herself up to a sitting position. "I better go," she said. "If we fall asleep together, we’re busted. And right now, I could easily pass out!"

Steve watched her get to her feet and pick up her pajama top from the floor. She slipped it on, but didn’t bother to button it. He pushed himself up and reached out for her. He remained sitting because his legs still felt like rubber and he wasn’t sure he could stand. She came over to him and hugged him, pressing his head to her breasts.

"I love you, Steve," she whispered and kissed the top of his head.

He squeezed her tightly and kissed her between her breasts. "I love you, too, Angie."

She released him and reluctantly backed toward the door. "See you in the morning," she said, blowing him a kiss. He smiled and watched as she slipped out the door. He sat there for a few moments, trying to collect his thoughts, then he reached over and turned off the lamp before falling back onto the sweat-soaked sheets. He was asleep in seconds.

Chapter 35

About the time Angie was getting a mouthful of Steve’s spunk, her mother was lying back and looking down at Karen’s head between her thighs. She sighed as Karen touched her clit and closed her eyes. Alan was busy fucking Karen doggie-style while she was licking her pussy.

It wasn’t long before she felt the orgasm building within her and she grabbed Karen’s head, holding her in place. Karen began to murmur and moan, and the resulting vibrations were the final push she needed. She let out a small cry and her body tensed as she came, spraying her juices into Karen’s face and mouth. She rolled her head and sighed, moaning and twitching as Karen continued to tease her pussy with her talented tongue. Not even her husband could pleasure her orally as well as Karen could. Of course, they’d been doing it longer than she had known Mark and she had plenty of practice!

Alan watched Cathy cum while his wife licked and sucked on her twat. It was almost enough to push him over the edge, but not until Karen came first. That was a rule he made for himself. She had to be satisfied before he could be. Of course, between Cathy and himself, she’d already had at least two orgasm tonight, but that wasn’t the point.

Cathy moved away from Karen’s tongue, unable to take any more of her stimulation. Alan started moving with more urgency and Karen lowered her head to the sheets.

"Oh, yeah! Don’t stop! I’m cumming!"

He pushed into her a few more times, the force of his thrusts rocking the whole bed. Karen tensed and let out a long, strangled moan. Her body stiffened and her cunt squeezed his cock as she came, her body shaking and shuddering. He paused until she finished, then resumed fucking her, using long, slow strokes.

Karen lifted her head and propped herself up on her elbows. She winked at Cathy, who sat leaning against the headboard, her hand between her legs. She looked back at Alan.

"Ok, your turn!" she said, and started to move her hips in time with him, picking up the pace a little.

Cathy watched for a few seconds, then crawled down and watched Alan’s cock sliding in and out of Karen’s slippery pussy. She looked up at him, then reached out and took his balls in her hand, gently caressing them.

Alan smiled at her and picked up a little more speed. Cathy watched his face for the tell-tale sign he was going to cum. After all this time, she knew his signals almost as well as Mark’s. When he closed his eyes and his face began to contort, she nudged Karen.

Karen quickly pulled free from his cock and turned around. By the time she was in position, Cathy already had Alan’s cock in her mouth. She popped it out and passed it to Karen, who sucked on it like she wanted to suck the cum right from his balls.

Alan moaned at the feel of two hot mouths working on his sensitive rod. If they hadn’t sucked him off earlier, he never would have been able to hold out this long. He felt his cum boiling and looked down at the two beautiful women kneeling before him.

"Oh, shit! Here it comes!"

Karen released his cock and aimed it at her open mouth. Cathy moved in next to her, her mouth also open and waiting. With a loud groan, Alan released a gusher of hot, white cream onto their faces and into their open mouths. Cathy swallowed, then opened her mouth for more. Alan pressed his cock to her lips and more oozed out and into her mouth. Karen also swallowed her treat and wanted more so he moved over to her. She squeezed a little more from him, then took his head into her mouth and sucked it dry. She passed the slowly deflating member to Cathy, who sucked over half of it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it.

Alan was still buzzing from his orgasm and the feel of these two hot mouths working his soon to be limp member. He pulled himself from Cathy’s mouth, then leaned down and kissed both of them. Then he crawled onto the bed between them and they snuggled up to him, kissing each other before lying their heads on his stomach and chest.

Cathy awoke with a start. She was still in bed with Alan and Karen. With a note of panic, thinking she had over-slept, she looked over at the alarm clock and breathed a sigh of relief. Five-thirty. No way Angie or Steve would be up this early.

She carefully extricated herself from under Alan’s arm and got out of their bed. As quietly as she could, she made her way over to where her nightgown lay and started to put it on.

"You can stay a little longer," Karen whispered, lifting her head from Alan’s shoulder.

Cathy smiled. "I didn’t mean to wake you. Sorry."

"Come back to bed. The kids won’t be awake for hours."

She shook her head and slipped the straps over her shoulders. "I don’t want to take any chances. I don’t know how I would ever explain this to Angie!" She reached out and grabbed the door handle. "I’ll see you later!" she whispered, then went out and closed the door behind her with a soft click. Karen stared at the closed door for a few seconds, then lay her head back down and was soon asleep again.

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put some clothes on. They both must have been still feeling more than a little horny because all they wore were their cropped tees and shorts - no underwear. As they prepared to go, Angie came over to Steve and pressed her tight little body to his, kissing him deeply. He could feel her hard nipples poking into his chest as her full breasts were crushed against him, sending another surge through his already semi-hard cock. Out of the corner of his eye, Steve noticed Michelle kissing Artie as well, her hand rubbing his cock over his shorts. It seemed that neither of the girls was ready to call it a day yet!

Steve’s house was on the way to the creek from Artie’s, so Michelle and Artie walked their bikes over there so Steve could get his, while Angie used one his mother bought a few years earlier but rarely used. Karen’s car wasn’t in the driveway so they didn’t have to come up with any excuses as to why they weren’t at the creek yet. They pedaled toward the path, with Artie and Steve trying to race one another. Angie and Michelle followed along at a more leisurely pace, laughing and chatting like old friends.

By the time the girls reached the path to the creek, Artie and Steve were long gone, probably already leaping into the cool water. The girls decided to walk their bikes down the rough path, enjoying just being alone together in the relative coolness and serenity of the thick spruce and pine forest. They were able to walk side by side once they were a few yards in and they allowed their bodies to touch, holding hands whenever the path was smooth enough to allow one handed control over their bikes.

When they reached the clearing, they dropped their bikes and embraced, kissing deeply while splashes and shouts could be heard from their guys in the water a few yards away. Angie slowly released Michelle’s soft lips and smiled at the pretty brunette, stroking her long, silky hair lovingly.

“Do you think,” she whispered, her eyes never leaving Michelle’s, “that it’s possible to fall in love with two people at the same time?”

Michelle held her gaze, nibbling nervously on her lip. She had been wondering the same thing, but didn’t know how to bring it up. After all, until a very short time ago she had been completely naive in matters of sex and love, let alone with another girl. Yet, there was no denying the feelings she had for the pretty blonde. She tried to smile.

“I . . . I don’t know,” she managed to whisper.

Angie continued to smile at her and caress her hair. “I think it is,” she replied, moving in to kiss her again. Michelle responded to her warm kiss, feeling her pussy leak into her shorts. And she knew at that moment that she was in love with Angie, at least as much in love as her tender age could comprehend. She returned the kiss passionately, her tongue meeting Angie’s in a sensual dance that stirred her even more, causing even more of her sweet juices to seep from her swollen pussy.

They clung to one another for a long moment until Steve’s shouts broke through the foggy curtain of their intimacy.

“Hey! Come on!” he shouted from the tree by the bank.

They continued to hold one another but turned to look in his direction. He watched them for a few seconds, then grinned, turned and jumped back into the water. Angie looked back to Michelle.

“I do love you, Michelle,” she said softly. “Steve is the only other person I’ve ever said that to,” she added.

Michelle nodded, momentarily speechless, then smiled apprehensively. “I . . . I think I love you, too, Angie,” she finally managed to say. “I know I care a lot about you and I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Angie kissed her quickly. “I didn’t say it just to hear it back, baby. I just wanted you to know.”

She took Michelle’s hand and they walked down to the creek, dropping their backpacks on the grass. As they pulled out their towels and swim suits, Angie looked around. She grinned at Michelle and gripped her short tee with both hands. “Let’s forget the bikinis,” she said, her blue eyes flashing.

Michelle stared at her for a brief moment. She had been looking forward to the little thrill of undressing in the open and putting on her bikini, but to remain naked? She glanced nervously over her shoulder toward the path. “What if someone comes along?”

Angie nodded to the bikini in her hand. “Bring that with you and leave it on the bank. If we see someone coming, just slip it on before they get too close.”

Michelle was thinking it over when Angie pulled off her top, then slid her tight shorts down and off. She kicked them toward her backpack and stood completely naked in the clearing. She made no effort to retrieve her own bikini and stood there grinning at Michelle.

“Come on! I dare ya!”

Michelle stared at her beautiful friend, her eyes moving along her supple young body in the afternoon sun. Slowly, a smile came to her lips and with one more glance over her shoulder, pulled off her own tee shirt and shorts. She tossed her bikini to her backpack and looked up at her friend and lover. “If you’re not taking yours, then neither am I!”

Angie laughed, her freshly washed hair shimmering in the sun and her perky nipples fully aroused. Michelle could feel her own arousal growing and reached out to embrace Angie, their naked flesh pressing together as their lips met in another loving kiss.

Finally, Angie broke the kiss and turned toward the water. “Last one in has to take Artie up the ass!” she yelled, and made a run for the bank.

Michelle laughed and ran with her, hitting the water a split second after her. They both broke the surface at the same time and looked around to see the shocked expressions on Steve and Artie’s faces at the sight of the two girls jumping naked into the creek. As the girls swam over to where they were, their shocked expressions turned to grins. Angie swam over to Steve, put her arms around his neck, then wrapped her long legs around his waist, her hot pussy pressing against the growing bulge of his hardon under his shorts.

“Hey baby,” she cooed, a look of unmistakable wanton lust on her face, “Wanna fuck?” She began to grind herself against him and he was instantly hard.

He reached down and quickly yanked off his shorts, tossing them to the rocky bank behind him. “Hell, yes!”

She maneuvered her hips until his cock lined up with her hot opening. Using her legs as leverage, she quickly impaled herself on him, taking him all the way in in one swift motion. She sighed and held him tighter, using her strong vaginal muscles to grip his hard shaft in her already tight little cunt. Steve gasped and reached down to her tight little ass, holding her inside him, the heat from her excited pussy a sharp contrast to the cool water. She began to move slowly, her hips undulating and her hard clit rubbing against his equally hard shaft. She leaned in so that her head was lying on his shoulder and began to nuzzle and kiss his neck as their movements increased.

Michelle moved over to where Artie stood in slightly shallower water, barely coming to his waist. She kissed him quickly, then reached down and pulled his shorts down, releasing his already hard cock. She kept walking, forcing him to back up out of the water. His shorts were tangled around his knees and she paused while he removed them, then continued to move him up over the round river rocks to a small patch of grass on the far bank, which was just above water level, as opposed to the higher bank on the other side. He seemed a little nervous being naked, as he had the first time they’d been together, but she simply smiled at him and dropped to her knees on the soft grass.

Before Artie had time to say anything, her small hand was wrapped around his huge tool and her warm mouth enveloped the soft tip. He moaned softly, his hand going to her head as she began to bob back and forth on him. She went at him like she hadn’t had sex in a long time. Apparently the excitement of being outside and completely exposed had ignited something inside her and she craved his cock like never before. Her tongue snaked out, teasing the tip and licking his precum from the hole.

This went on for several minutes until she could stand no more and needed to feel him filling her tight little pussy. She released his massive unit and turned around, kneeling on all fours and wriggling her cute little ass at him.

“Fuck me, Artie,” she breathed in a husky voice, looking back at him. “Put that big cock into my tight little pussy and fuck me hard!”

The sight of this gorgeous naked girl practically begging him to fuck her caused his anxiety about being naked in public to evaporate. He quickly knelt behind her, guiding his thick cock to the pink flesh of her swollen labia. When the soft tip touched her wet lips, she moaned and pressed back, forcing him inside. She paused only for a second before pushing back again until almost his entire length was buried in her. The sensation was incredible. She could feel the walls of her vagina squeezing and contracting, as if milking this huge organ. When he began to move, she closed her eyes and groaned in absolute pleasure. How could something feel so good!

They continued their slow fuck, barely conscious of Steve and Angie fucking in the chest deep water only a few feet away. Michelle’s hand moved to her clit and she began to tease the hard little sex organ, rubbing in circles around it, her finger occasionally rubbing across it. This heightened her arousal even more and she felt the tingle that indicated orgasmic release begin almost immediately.

“Oh, yes, baby!” she gasped, “Don’t stop . . . fuck me harder . . . ohhh, god yes!”

Her eyes were clenched shut and she could feel her orgasm growing more and more. Artie was hitting on a very good g-spot from his angle of attack and the combination of that and her own masturbation was quickly bringing her to climax.

“Ohhh, fuck, Artie,” she cried out, “I’m . . . I’m . . . cumming . . .!”

Artie had picked up his thrusts and her words only encouraged him to increase his speed even more. She began a low wail in the back of her throat, becoming louder as he continued to slam her tight little pussy mercilessly.

“Ahhhhh . . .” she cried, dropping her head to the grass. She felt the tingle become a fully charged electric shock, spreading out from her womb to her extremities. Her body tensed and her voice became a strangled cry as the orgasm engulfed, then overwhelmed her senses. She could feel him still hammering away at her while she came hard, her mind seeming to float free from her body, the intense pleasure of her all-encompassing orgasm the only thing keeping her connected.

As soon as she peaked and released, her cries fading into short grunts, she felt herself building again. She grit her teeth and gripped the grass, her fingers digging into the soft earth underneath as another intense orgasm washed through her. The pleasure was unbelievable. Never before had she come so hard twice with almost no pause in between. Artie had slowed his thrusts, no doubt partly due to her strong vaginal muscles squeezing involuntarily as she came.

As her second orgasm passed, she collapsed to the warm grass, Artie’s cock the only thing keeping her body from completely falling limply. He had stopped moving, as if recognizing her total lack of motor control, but she could feel his hard, throbbing cock buried deep inside her and she knew that he still hadn’t cum. She wanted to please him, but for the moment, she was helpless to do anything. He didn’t move his cock, but she felt his cool hand on the overheated flesh of her back as he leaned over her.

“Michelle? Are you ok?” She could hear the genuine concern in his voice even through the hazy fog that had settled in her brain. She tried to nod but realized she wasn’t moving her head enough for him to see. She turned her head to one side.

“Uh-huh . . . j . . .just . . . need . . . a second . . .” she managed to gasp, a dazed smile forming on her lips. He began to withdraw from her warm, wet sheath and she gasped as his cock slid over her sensitive flesh. When he finally pulled out, she gasped and moaned in disappointment at the loss. She could feel her pussy contracting, as if trying to grasp at the hard cock that was no longer there. Even though she wished he’d stayed inside her, she also knew in the back of her mind that one more orgasm like the first two would probably cause her to black out. And that wasn’t something she wanted to happen outdoors.

Meanwhile, things were becoming more heated with Angie and Steve. They continued fucking in the same position for a few more minutes, their movements becoming more urgent with each passing moment. The water around them was becoming agitated, splashing up to cool their overheated flesh. They gripped one another tightly, as if their mutual bond meant life itself. Finally Angie lifted her head and loosened her leg grip.

“Let’s go over there,” she gasped, her tight little pussy contracting on his hard cock as she nodded to where Michelle and Artie were fucking madly on the grass. “I need you to really give it to me!”

Steve nodded and she pushed away, the cool water replacing the heat of her vagina on his throbbing meat. He was so aroused that it did little to ease his hardon and he quickly waded out of the creek behind her, watching as the beads of water ran down her naked skin. She reached the bank and stopped a couple of yards from where Michelle was moaning loudly as Artie rammed his huge cock into her mercilessly. She chewed on her lower lip and smiled seductively at him, beckoning him with her finger. Wordlessly he went to her, anxious to feel the heat of her excited cunt on his aching rod once again. As he neared, she glanced over at the others, then her smile became a grin and she dropped to all fours, her cute little ass pointing upward invitingly.

“Fuck me hard . . . like that,” she panted, nodding toward Michelle. Steve looked over at them. Michelle had her head lowered and was wailing loudly, her young body shaking from the force of Artie’s thrusts. He was gripping her waist and slamming his huge meat all the way into her, their skin making wet slapping sounds every time he bottomed out. He looked back down at Angie, who was looking back at him over her shoulder, her pink tongue wetting her lips and her eyes wild with lust. “Please . . .” she whispered pleadingly, pushing her ass toward him.

Steve moved over to her and dropped to his knees in the thick grass. It was so fine and lush it felt like a cool carpet under him. He took his hard cock in his hand and guided it to the puffy pink flesh between Angie’s legs. The heat from her excited sex felt incredible and he quickly pushed all the way into her, groaning at the feel of her hot, velvet sheath on his throbbing cock. Angie responded in kind, pushing back toward him and grinding her ass cheeks against his pelvis. They began to move, quickly building to a frantic rhythm, the slapping of their wet skin mixing with that of Artie and Michelle only a few feet away. Angie was moving faster, pushing back against him so hard that his cock was a blur moving in and out of her.

After several minutes of this, Steve slowed his pace. He placed his hands on the ground next to her and leaned over her. Sweat dripped from his brow and splashed onto her back, each drop falling as if in slow motion. He could feel her undulating under him, her hot pussy squeezing and moving on his cock in a manner that he knew would soon have him exploding in orgasm.

Meanwhile, Angie was nearing her own orgasm. She was a little disappointed when Steve eased up his rapid jack-hammering thrusts, but she knew he couldn’t keep that pace forever. It still felt wonderful to have his hard, throbbing cock inside her and she moved her hips so that he continued to rub against her clit, perpetuating the sense of impending orgasm she had been moving toward.

Steve caught his second wind and pushed back up, his hand moving along her spine, sending little shivers of pleasure through her. As he began to move again, his hands stroked her long hair and she suddenly turned her head.

“Pull on my hair!” she gasped, not knowing where that thought came from, but suddenly wanting him to dominate her; possess her.

Steve hesitated for a second, then wrapped her golden locks around his hand and tugged gently on it.

“Harder!” she breathed. He increased the pressure and she lifted her head. “Harder!” Again, he hesitated, then she felt him pulling harder, her hair tight in his grip and her head pulled back so that her back was fully arched. He continued to fuck at her pussy, although not as hard as earlier.

“Yes!” she gasped, “Ohhh, yes! Fuck me hard!”

Steve was a little perplexed by her demands, but above all he wanted to please her so he began to hammer in and out of her faster. He liked the idea of fucking her like this, although it had never occurred to him to treat her like a total slut. It was turning him on like never before and he could tell it was having a similar effect on her. He continued pounding at her, tugging even harder on her hair. He was vaguely aware of cries from Michelle as she and Artie came together, but he was so wrapped up in his and Angie’s impending release that he didn’t pause to look. Something in him told him to slap her ass and his smacked her hard enough to leave a red imprint of his hand on her pale cheek. She gasped but her movements didn’t ease up, so he did it again.

“Oww, fuck! Yes, spank me!” she cried. “Again!”

He brought his hand down again and again as a wail began to form in her throat, becoming louder each time his hand made contact. He began to time his slaps with his inward thrusts and within a few seconds he felt her body tense and her pussy clamped down hard on his cock. A low whine came from behind her tightly clenched teeth and she began to shake and shudder under him as her orgasm exploded. The sight of her in the throes of such a powerful climax and the tightness of her dripping twat were too much for Steve and he felt his balls tighten. A slit second later his seed surged through his cock and erupted deep inside of her, flooding her already drenched pussy with his hot, sticky jism. Angie’s mouth opened wide and she let out a loud expletive when she felt him cum inside her, releasing yet another powerful orgasm almost on top of her first. Steve was still holding her hair tight as they both bucked together, her neck straining with her face almost pointing skyward, eyes closed tightly.

Steve kept his eyes closed as little shocks of pleasure sparked after his initial release. He felt his cock surrounded by the warm wetness of their combined juices in the tight confines of Angie’s dripping cunt. He opened his eyes and realized that he was still gripping her hair, keeping her head pulled back. He released her hair and her head dropped forward limply, her body still trembling as her orgasms subsided. He could feel himself starting to shrink and a few seconds later his semi-hard cock slipped from her amidst a flood of semen. At that moment, Angie’s knees went out from under her and she dropped to the grass, panting and gasping for air. Steve dropped beside her, his hand rubbing her back gently as he fought to regain his own breath.

“Are you guys all right?”

Michelle’s timid question broke through the fog of their dazed minds as if from a great distance. They both turned in her direction and saw her and Artie lying a few feet away. Artie was stretched out on his back and Michelle’s naked body was stretched across his, her head lying on his chest.

Angie licked her lips and managed a dopey smile. “Oh fuck yeah!” she said in a hoarse voice. “Holy fuck!”

Steve smiled at her, happy that their rough sex hadn’t actually hurt her. She looked up at him and smiled, her eyes glassy but contented. She rolled onto her back and stared up at the clear blue sky. Steve’s eyes drifted over her beautiful body, pausing at her perfect breasts which barely sagged even when she was lying on her back. Fuck she was gorgeous!

“That,” she began, pausing to catch her breath again, “was incredible!” She turned her head and looked at Steve and the others. “When you pulled my hair and began to spank me, I got so turned on I thought I would cum right then and there!”

Steve glanced at the others, reading the same confused look on their faces as he was sure was on his own. He looked back at Angie. “Really? That turned you on?”

Angie’s grin widened and she propped herself up on one elbow. “Oh my god, yes! I don’t know if it was because I’m one of those people who get off on pain or if it was because it felt like you were . . . just taking me, using me for your own pleasure . . . but it drove me crazy!”

Steve absorbed this, but had no reply. It all sounded a little weird to him, but he couldn’t deny his own pleasure, or Angie’s for that matter. She touched his arm.

“Next time, I want you to talk really dirty to me while you’re doing it. You know, call me a slut, a whore, tell me what you’re going to do, how hard you’re going to fuck me, stuff like that.”

Steve felt his face getting hot, but nodded. “Uh, ok, if you want me to.”

Angie sat up, pulling her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. “Oh yes, I really do.” She looked over at Michelle and Artie, who hadn’t spoken or moved. “You guys should try it sometime,” she said. “It’s so fucking hot!”

Artie and Michelle exchanged a glance, then Michelle shrugged. “It might be fun.”

Artie looked doubtful. “But I don’t want to hurt you,” he protested.

Michelle smiled at him, leaning in to give him a kiss. “You won’t, baby. I’ll tell you if you are.” She looked over at Angie and grinned. “It did look pretty hot!”

Artie glanced at his watch. “It’s nearly four. I need to be going soon.”

They all agreed and stood up. Artie retrieved his shorts and pulled them on, then volunteered to make sure the coast was clear for the girls to go up and get their clothes. Michelle came over to where Angie was standing while Steve tugged his wet shorts on. They kissed briefly and Steve turned to watch them, a smile creasing his lips.

“Every time I see you two doing that I get hard all over again!” he exclaimed. They started giggling and Artie called out from the other bank that the coast was clear. They all paddled across the creek and climbed up the root ladder. Steve conveniently arranged it so he would go up the ladder last, giving him an excellent view of their wet, still swollen pussies as they climbed up.

The girls got dressed and stuffed their unused bikinis into their backpacks while Artie and Steve put on their sneakers and t-shirts. Angie found she was limping slightly, no doubt because of Artie’s huge cock earlier, not to mention the severe fucking Steve had just given her. A subtle look in Michelle’s direction told her she was also a little tender. It had been a full day of sex, and for the time being she thought she would be able to abstain long enough for her tender pussy to recover. At least somewhat.

Chapter 44

Kristi rode around aimlessly on her bike, her thoughts on what had happened between her and Jake at the creek. Was she prepared to go all the way with him? Her mind was still awash with the things they had done and at that moment she was leaning toward doing it. After all, they’d done just about everything but have sex. She remembered the feel of his cock on her lips; the taste of him, and above all, his tongue on her pussy! She found herself becoming aroused again at just the thought of it. She turned down Michelle’s street and wondered if she should go knock on her door. She needed to know if what Jake had said was true and then wondered how she would even bring it up. And if it was true, what then? Michelle’s friendship with Angie was already putting a strain on their friendship and if Michelle broke their pact, could they still be friends at all?

As she coasted along the street in the mid-afternoon heat, she decided that she had to find out, and the best way to do that was to just come out and ask. That’s what she would do. The next time she was with Michelle, she would just bluntly ask her. And there was no time like the present.

She slowed in front of the neat bungalow where Michelle lived and turned into the paved driveway. The house appeared deserted and she didn’t expect to find Michelle at home in the middle of the afternoon on such a hot day. She fully expected her to be at the creek, but she may have gone off with Angie to the mall. Or she might be out with Artie. That thought seemed so strange to her that she quickly dismissed it, despite Jake’s convincing argument. There was no way a hot chick like Michelle would be screwing geeky little Artie.

As she expected, her knocks yielded no answer and she climbed back onto her bike, rolling down the quiet street in the direction of the mall. A few minutes later she approached the path to the creek and decided to check there first, just in case someone was there now. She eased her bike between the roots and rocks down the path to the creek. When she emerged into the clearing she stopped. Four bicycles were lying on the grass, one she recognized as Michelle’s and another was Steve’s.

Between the bikes and the creek bank was a pile of backpacks, but she could see no one. They must be all swimming. She pushed her bicycle to where the others were lying and dropped it, listening for the usual yelling and splashing from the water. She couldn’t hear anything, which she thought was somewhat odd, but as she passed the backpacks, she stopped short, her eyes growing wide. There among the discarded clothing were the panties and bras of two bikinis. They weren’t . . . they wouldn’t!

She looked toward the creek, but was still too far from the edge to see the water. She strained her ears, but all she could hear was the familiar sound of the gurgling water and unseen birds and other forest critters. Then another sound reached her ears; faint, but definitely human. It sounded almost like a cry, but it didn’t sound like a cry one would make while playing in water. She moved closer to the creek, listening for any other noises and heard the cry again, followed by what sounded like a grunt, as if someone was lifting something very heavy. Then she stopped and looked back at the discarded clothing. If they were down there without clothes, maybe they were . . .

She felt her heart start to race and backed away from the edge. They wouldn’t dare have sex right out there in the open! Then she remembered that Jake claimed that was just what he had seen.

She spun around and ran back to her bike, picked it up, and began to push it at a fast trot back toward the trail. She’d almost reached the trees when she slowed, then stopped. She looked back toward the creek, then seemed to come to a decision. She pushed her bicycle into the woods, making sure it was well concealed behind some thick bushes, then walked back toward the creek. There was one sure way to know if they were down there having sex. She turned into the woods toward where her and Michelle usually went to relieve themselves. From down there, she would have a clear view of the swimming hole and could remain unseen in the thick bush.

As quietly as possible, she pushed into the clawing bushes, moving toward the spot where she would be able to see what was going on. Her heart was racing and she found the idea of watching her friends having sex exciting. She tried to picture Michelle with her legs spread and Artie pushing between them, but it just seemed too unreal.

Now Angie was another story. In Kristi’s mind, she was nothing but a loose slut who blew into town and immediately hooked her claws into Steve. She could easily picture her offering herself to just about anyone. Then she stopped as a new thought suddenly occurred to her. There were four bikes and two bikinis. That meant Michelle and Angie were down there, naked, along with Steve and Artie. She pictured the swimming hole and unless they crawled through the muddy marshy area on the other bank and into the trees there, there was really nowhere to go down there for privacy. It was puzzling, but she was almost to where she would be able to see exactly what the hell was going on down there.

She entered a small opening in the thick brush and could now hear more voices. They were still too far off to hear clearly, especially with the sound of the water, but as she knelt and began to part the branches she could make out a girl’s voice.

Peering through the bushes, her jaw dropped at the sight that greeted her. There on the grass on the far bank, Michelle knelt on all fours while an equally naked Artie pounded at her from behind. Michelle was looking back at him and Kristi could see her mouth moving as if giving him orders. She heard only two words clearly - “fuck” and “harder”. The look on Michelle’s face was wild and as she turned her head away and lowered it to her arms, a loud moan reached Kristi’s ears.

She was so taken by the vision of her best friend being fucked doggie style by Artie out in the open that it took her a second to realize Angie and Steve were in the water only a few feet away from them. It was only when they pulled apart and went over to the bank that she took notice. They too were both naked and she could see Steve’s hard cock bobbing before him as Angie knelt in the same position Michelle was in. Steve dropped to his knees, gripped her hips, and thrust his cock into her in one quick motion.

Kristi could hardly believe her eyes. This was unbelievable, surreal. She found that her own pussy was starting to get damp, and her nipples knotted inside her bikini top. She was actually getting turned on watching this!

Suddenly, Michelle let out a loud cry and her body stopped its rocking motion, halting Artie’s movements as well. She lifted her head up, her back arching, then shuddered and shook. ‘She just came!’ Kristi thought to herself. After a few seconds, Artie began to move again, then drove all the way into Michelle and held there, his body tensing. Michelle moaned again and after a long moment, they both collapsed to the grass and lay there unmoving. Despite Kristi’s inexperience, she knew they had both just experienced powerful orgasms.

As Michelle and Artie fell into one another’s arms to recover, Kristi turned her attention to Steve and Angie. By this point, Steve was pumping his cock in and out of the petite blonde’s pussy, their grunts and moans reaching her ears even over the sound of the babbling creek. She heard Angie tell him to pull her hair and watched in rapt fascination as he did and she seemed to be getting off on it! When he began to spank her bare ass, the loud cracks were easily heard and from her position, Kristi could see her skin turning red. Still, she continued to moan and pump her ass against him until her body tensed as Michelle’s had earlier. Kristi watched as they both shuddered in mutual orgasms then also fell to the grass, their bodies heaving as the fought to catch their breath.

It wasn’t until that point that Kristi realized her hand was circling her erect nipple, teasing and rubbing at it over the fabric of her t-shirt and bikini. Shocked that she could actually be enjoying watching her friends having sex, she removed it from her breast, silently cursing her own weakness.

She watched them talk for a few minutes, then Artie got up and pulled on his shorts. She watched him swim across to the other bank and climb up, then was lost to her sight. Steve went down to the water’s edge and found his own shorts, giving her a good full frontal view of his slowly deflating cock. She was so caught up in watching Steve that for a moment her attention was diverted from Michelle and Angie.

When she glanced back in their direction, she let out a small gasp and her hand went to her open mouth. They were locked in a tight embrace and were kissing! She was so stunned at that sight that she momentarily lost her balance and had to let go of the branches she was holding back to steady herself.

By the time she’d regained her balance and pushed them aside once more, they were all swimming back across to the far bank. She watched as the two naked girls climbed up, then Steve, then she allowed the branches to fall back into place and sat down on the pine needle floor, her mind spinning from what she had just seen. Her best friend since like, forever, was not only having group sex in public, she was also gay! How could she have been so blind to all of this? Had Michelle been harboring those feelings about her all this time?

Her mind still filled with a million thoughts, she gathered herself up a few minutes later and began to push her way back through the thick brush to the clearing. She hid behind a spruce tree and looked out to make sure they had gone. She just caught a brief glimpse of someone disappearing up the trail as she peered out of her hiding place and after a quick survey of the clearing, she stepped out and hurried along to retrieve her bicycle from the bushes.

She didn’t know how she would be able to face Michelle after what she’d just witnessed. Or any of them, for that matter. She did know one thing though; none of this started until that little blonde slut showed up in town. There was absolutely no doubt in her mind that she was the instigator of all of this wild sex. The question now was, what to do about it.

Chapter 45

Angie awoke the next day and stretched, her lithe body naked under the sheets. She winced a little, her hand sliding down to her still tender pussy. No doubt due to the stretching she’d received from Artie’s monster cock. She smiled to herself as she pictured him, still amazed that she’d been on the receiving end of such a cock. Michelle was a very lucky girl. Then again, so was she. Steve was certainly no slouch when it came to sex. She remembered the thrill of him tugging on her hair and slapping her bare ass, and how much it increased her pleasure. She came so hard yesterday at the creek that her knees were still rubbery when she got home.

She threw back the sheets and climbed out of bed. Bright sunlight filtered through the curtain of her basement room, giving the promise of yet another beautiful summer day. As she pulled on a long t-shirt, she wondered how long this weather could last. According to the news, if it didn’t rain soon, they may end up in a drought situation. Steve had mentioned that the creek was lower than usual, although there was still plenty of water for swimming.

She opened her bedroom door and saw Steve on the couch, his tousled hair telling her that he had just got up and had yet to shower. She went over and leaned in, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Good morning, baby,” she whispered, her hand slipping down over his bare chest. He smiled and caressed her hand.

“Morning,” he replied.

She walked around the couch, taking a quick glance up the stairs. She could hear sounds from the kitchen and since she only had a t-shirt over her naked body, she didn’t want another surprise visit from their parents while they were snuggling on the couch. She stopped in front of him and knelt down, resting her arms on his knees and lying her head on her folded arms. She noticed his cock start to grow inside his boxers and looked up at him, grinning.

“Happy to see me?”

Steve laughed and looked up the stairs before turning his attention back to her. Her hand was creeping up his leg toward his now semi hard member. He grasped her hand, stopping its upward movement and wagged a finger at her, trying not to grin.

“Uh-uh! You behave!” he scolded teasingly. “We don’t want our mothers to catch us again dressed like this with you kneeling at my feet!”

Before Angie could reply, the telltale sound of creaking boards and footsteps on the floor above them told them someone was coming toward the basement stairs. Angie pouted, but quickly jumped up and ran to the bathroom. Karen called down from the top of the stairs and they could hear her start the descent.

Angie stood in the bathroom door and slowly pulled off her t-shirt as Steve’s mother came down the stairs next to the bathroom door. Steve stared at her as his mother came into view, amazed at her brazen stunts. It was as if she got off on the thrill of getting caught. By the time Karen reached the bottom of the stairs, Angie had closed the door and Steve breathed a sigh of relief as he heard the shower start.

Karen came over and stood next to him as he tried to focus on the TV show he had been watching before Angie had so wonderfully distracted him. He looked over at her.

“Hi, Mom.”

She looked down at him, frowning disapprovingly at him wearing only his boxer shorts. “Steve, I think it would be best if you didn’t walk around like that while Angie’s staying here,” she said. Her knowing look told him she knew they were having sex, but she didn’t mention it. He nodded.

“Ok, Mom. Sorry.”

Karen continued. “Cathy found a couple of houses she likes and she wants Angie to go with her today to look at them.” She paused before continuing, glancing in the direction of the closed bathroom door where the shower could be heard running. “I would appreciate it if you would encourage her to go. I think she would listen to your ‘suggestion’ instead of her mother insisting she go. Do you understand my meaning?”

Steve nodded, his eyes on the TV. “Sure, Mom.” He looked up at her. “I have to work today anyway, so it won’t be a problem.”

She stood watching him for a few seconds, then nodded. “Ok.” she started back toward the stairs, then paused before speaking again. “I just hope you two are being careful,” she said, then went back upstairs before Steve barely had a chance to absorb her words. He swallowed a large lump in his throat, his face burning. So she knew. What was the big deal? The thought of what she would say if she only knew the whole truth brought a slight smile to his lips.

He sat there unmoving on the couch, flipping through the channels but not really watching anything until he heard the shower stop and a few moments later Angie emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel and rubbing her wet hair with another. She glanced up the steps then walked over in front of Steve.

“So, what are we going to do today?” she asked, a quirky smile on her face.

Steve shook his head. “Unfortunately, I have to work.” Angie’s smile faded to a sexy pout. He continued. “And Mom was just here. She said your mother saw a couple of houses she liked yesterday and wants you to go see them with her.”

Angie sank to the couch beside him and wrapped the towel around her damp hair. “Oh. I guess I better go with her then.”

He nodded. “Yeah. I’m working at noon and won’t be finished until five so I guess today is as good a day as any to do it.”

Angie’s hand slid to his leg and moved up to where his cock was once again showing signs of life. The towel she was wrapped in wasn’t all that big and barely reached from her breasts to her thighs. She smelled like soap and that flowery shampoo he found so irresistible and more than anything he wanted to pick her up, take her to his bed, and fuck her senseless. Her hand stroked his stiffening rod as he contemplated the wisdom of that action with their parents just upstairs, then quickly dismissed it. Taking risks sexually was one thing, but getting caught like that could destroy everything.

Meanwhile, Angie had him fully hard and was pushing her hand into his shorts, her fingers lightly caressing his cock. He sighed and lifted his butt from the couch so she could lower his shorts, pulling his cock out so she could give him the attention she wanted to. He kept one ear open for sounds of approaching parents while Angie leaned over and took him into her warm mouth, taking nearly his full length in. He looked down at her towel clad head and pulled it from her hair, letting her damp hair fall over his bare stomach and legs and tickle his skin. She kept bobbing her head up and down on him, making contented little murmuring sounds as her tongue teased his cock while the warm suction of her gentle sucking coaxed the sperm from his balls.

It may have been the idea that someone could walk in on them at any second, but it didn’t take long before Steve felt the familiar tingle and was soon pumping his load down her throat. She kept up her suction, swallowing every drop until he finally stopped spurting. She licked and kissed his softening cock, then sat up and smiled.

“Just a little something to remember me by while you’re working,” she said as she leaned in for a kiss.

Steve pulled his shorts back up and grinned, shaking his head. “God, I love you,” he remarked, giving her spermy lips another kiss.

“You better!” she replied, returning his grin as she stood up and went to her room. He laughed and got up to take a shower as her door swung partially closed, thinking for the billionth time how lucky he was to have her.

Chapter 46

Jake leaned against the retaining wall at the parking lot of the Seven-Eleven and took a long drink of the cold Pepsi he’d just bought. The day was already hot and it was only eleven am. He hoped Kristi would show up soon and they might pick up where they’d left off the day before. He had definitely made some progress with her, but he was so horny now that if she didn’t let him fuck her soon, he was going to break it off and find someone who would, tears or no tears.

The sound of an approaching bicycle caused him to turn and look and he was a little disappointed to see Michelle riding up to him. She looked hot in her short halter top and cut-off jeans but he really wanted to be alone with Kristi right now. Despite that, he greeted her with big grin.

“Hey, gorgeous!”

She returned his grin and pulled up only a few inches from where he stood. “Hey yourself,” she replied.

“Haven’t seen you much lately,” he said, “Got a new boyfriend or something?” He watched her face for any telltale signs and was certain he saw a flash of guilt in her eyes before she laughed and shook her head.

“Right, I’m getting married next week!” she shot back as she got off her bike and leaned it against the wall.

He couldn’t help but admire her long, tanned legs and how good her ass looked in the tight cut-offs. His thoughts went back to when he had seen her fucking Artie and he felt his cock twitch at the mental image of her lying back with her legs spread wide, moaning as Artie fucked her with his monster cock. She turned back to him and he quickly averted his eyes from her ass and tried not to pause too long on her sexy tits barely contained inside the small top before meeting her eyes once again. She seemed nervous and looked away almost instantly and he smiled to himself. He was wondering if her and Artie were an item or if she just fucked him. Maybe if things didn’t work out with Kristi, he could get some of that action.

“So, where is everyone?” he asked, taking another swig from his Pepsi.

Michelle shrugged. “Steve’s working and Angie had something to do with her mother today. I tried calling Kristi but her mother said she wasn’t home.”

Jake nodded. He had also tried calling Kristi and had got the same result. He turned his gaze upward to the blazing sun. “I think I’m going to the creek,” he said, then looked over at her.

Wanna go with me?”

She hesitated a second, then shrugged. “Sure, I guess,” she replied. “Maybe Kristi will show up there.”

Jake nodded and drained his Pepsi then dropped the bottle into a recycling bin. “Yeah, it’s too hot to do much else.”

He went over to his bike and climbed on. Michelle was already straddling hers, her long legs stretching to the hot pavement under her feet. They started off toward the creek, neither saying much beyond a few comments on the weather and when the heat wave might end. Even though they had dated once or twice, she had never felt any special bond with Jake. He was good looking, of that there was no question, but there was no real connection other than their common friendship with Steve and Kristi. He was more of an acquaintance than friend and they weren’t usually alone together so idle chat wasn’t a natural thing for them.

They arrived at the trail to the creek and Michelle followed him through the trees until they emerged into the clearing. As they cleared the trees, they saw a bicycle lying on the grass and down by the oak tree Kristi was stretched out on her towel wearing her skimpy bikini. There seemed to be no one else around and they both dropped their bikes next to hers and went over to where she lay unmoving, her eyes closed and her tanned skin glistening under the hot sun.

“Hey, Kristi,” Jake said as they approached her.

She opened her eyes and looked up at them, then closed them again. “Hey,” was all she said.

They were used to Kristi’s moods and didn’t think anything of her cool reception, so they went about getting ready for a swim. Jake simply pulled off his t-shirt and Michelle couldn’t resist a peek at his bare torso as she pulled off her top and shorts, revealing her light blue bikini that until a few weeks ago she had been too timid to wear. She spread out her towel next to Kristi, who still hadn’t moved or said anything else, and lay down on it.

Jake sat cross-legged next to Kristi and rolled up a joint. He lit it, took a long toke, then nudged Kristi, who opened her eyes and accepted it, taking a pull, then passing it wordlessly to Michelle. They finished it in silence, which Michelle thought was becoming a little awkward. Jake stood up, brushing grass from his legs.

“Well, I’m going to a swim,” he said. “Care to join me ladies?”

Kristi shook her head. Michelle, sensing there was something bothering Kristi, shook her head as well. “Maybe later,” she told him.

He shrugged and ran off the edge of the bank, missing the rope and splashing into the water below. The girls lay there for a long moment listening to him splashing around in the cool water before Michelle finally spoke up.

“Is something bothering you, Kristi?”

She didn’t reply and Michelle frowned. She knew the cold shoulder treatment was one way Kristi expressed her disapproval over something. The only thing she could think that may have pissed her off was her friendship with Angie, who Kristi disliked for some reason. She decided to try again.

“Look, I know I haven’t been around much in past few days, but . . .”

Kristi interrupted her without even opening her eyes. “You’re busy with your new friend. Don’t worry about it.”

Michelle stared at her for a moment before responding to her barely veiled remark. “Kristi, it isn’t like that.”

Kristi finally opened her eyes and turned to Michelle. “I know you’ve been hanging out with her, so don’t try to deny it.” Her eyes burned into Michelle’s until she was forced to look away. “I was looking for you yesterday and I couldn’t find you anywhere. I looked here . . .” Michelle felt her stomach tighten. “ . . . then went to your house, the mall . . .”

Michelle felt the knot in her stomach ease. They must have still been at Artie’s when she checked here. Kristi continued.

“So I was ready to give up and go home, then I decided to come back here just in case . . .”

She paused for a long moment and the knot in Michelle’s stomach grew again.

“ . . .and I saw you. I saw what you were doing . . . down there!” Her arm gestured toward the water. Michelle swallowed a hard lump and the fear once again gripped her. She chanced a quick glance up to Kristi’s face. The expression she saw was that of hurt and confusion and her voice quavered as she continued. “Why . . .why didn’t you tell me? I thought we were best friends?” She looked away and wiped at her eyes.

Michelle felt like she was in some horrible nightmare and for a moment she couldn’t think of anything to say. She stared down unseeing at the grass while the silence grew louder. Finally she spoke, her voice soft and barely above a whisper. “I . . . didn’t know how . . .” She looked over at her friend. “How . . . much did you see?”

Kristi sniffed and looked back at her. “Plenty,” she said, her voice flat. The knot was once again squeezing Michelle’s stomach as she remembered her and Angie’s naked embrace and kiss. She closed her eyes and inhaled a long, slow breath.

“Kristi, I . . .” she began, but her friend interrupted her.

“Are you . . . gay?”

Michelle let out her breath. So she’d seen that too. She shook her head slowly. “No, I mean . . . maybe . . . I don’t know.” She looked up at Kristi. “It just sort of happened . . . I can’t explain it.”

Kristi didn’t reply. Jake was coming up the ladder and grinned at them before taking another leap at the rope, this time catching it and swinging wide over the water before letting go and splashing in. They both watched him in silence then Kristi spoke without looking at Michelle.

“Do you . . . feel that way about me? I mean, have you been wanting to . . . do stuff with me, too?”

Michelle almost smiled, but shook her head slowly. “It wasn’t like that. It was never anything I really thought seriously about. When I met Angie, it was kind of like . . . we both sensed something; some kind of connection. She’s never done anything like that before either.”

Kristi nodded slowly. “I see. And what about our pact to talk before either of us did anything. Did that not mean anything to you?”

Michelle shook her head. “Kristi, I told you, it just happened. Neither of us planned it. And how was I supposed to talk to you about wanting to be with another girl? What would you have said?”

“Well, I guess I can understand that,” she conceded. “But what about Artie? I asked you if you liked him and you said only as a friend. Then I hear you were screwing him right here in the open the next day!”

Michelle felt another surge of adrenalin. Someone had seen her and Artie? This was starting to snowball. Who else knew? She stammered out, “I . . . I . . . that was . . .” She sighed. “You’re right, Kristi. I’m sorry.” She wanted to ask her who in hell told her, but decided that could wait a few minutes until they hopefully worked this out.

Kristi looked up at her. She took off her sunglasses and blinked in the bright sun. “So, you’re seeing Artie and Angie? And you guys were all there together, having sex! Don’t you think that’s a little weird?”

Michelle shrugged. “I suppose some people might see it like that.” She saw Kristi’s face darken and hastily added, “But it really isn’t that unusual. Lots of people have group sex with multiple partners. It’s really very exciting.”

Jake was climbing from the water again. He started toward them, but sensed they were having a serious discussion about something and decided he didn’t need to get involved. He ran off the bank again with a loud yell. Kristi absorbed what Michelle said and thought that it did sound kind of exciting. After all, what her and Jake had done in the woods had made her very excited, and that was nothing compared to what Michelle, Artie, Angie, and Steve were doing.

Michelle reached out to touch Kristi’s arm, then thought better of it and instead leaned on one elbow facing her. “So, . . . are we ok? Still friends?”

Kristi didn’t reply for a moment, then turned to her. “You really hurt me, Michelle. I thought we were best friends, and best friends don’t keep secrets.” Michelle hung her head and nodded.

“You’re right . . . there’s no excuse for what I did, and I’m truly sorry. I don’t want it to ruin our friendship. Can you please forgive me?”

Kristi thought for a moment, then nodded. “I don’t want that either, so I forgive you.” Michelle smiled and reached out for her hand, which Kristi hesitated before taking. She looked up and gave her a faint smile. “But I don’t want to catch you checking me out, got it?” Her smile widened and Michelle laughed, causing Kristi to laugh with her.

“Deal!” Michelle finally managed to get out.

They stopped laughing and settled back down to enjoy the sun, the tension broken. Michelle decided it was as good a time as any to ask her why she disliked Angie. “Kristi, you should really give Angie another chance. She really is a nice person and I know you’d like her if you got to know her a little.”

Kristi smiled but didn’t look over at her. “If you like her that much then I guess she must be ok. We just got off on the wrong foot, I guess.”

“Just give her a chance, ok? For me? Don’t make me choose between you because I don’t think I could.”

Kristi nodded and lifted her dark glasses to look over at Michelle. “Ok, I’ll try to be friends with your girlfriend.” She paused then grinned. “Fuck, that sounds weird!” They both laughed again and Michelle squeezed her hand.

“Thank you.”

Kristi decided that since she’d forced Michelle to come clean, she should too. She sat up on her elbows and made certain Jake was still in the creek, then sat up cross-legged facing Michelle. “The reason I was looking for you is because I needed to talk to you about something.” Michelle sat up. Kristi looked toward where Jake could be heard splashing around in the creek. “Jake and I are getting serious and he wants to . . . have sex.”

Michelle nodded, studying her face. “Are you ready for that?”

Kristi looked at her. “I don’t know. I think I am, and I’m definitely attracted to him, but it’s a big step, you know?” Michelle nodded understandingly. Kristi decided to tell her what they did. “We . . . kind of started to, but I stopped it. But we did do some stuff.”

“Like what?”

Kristi took a deep breath. “I . . . I let him . . . lick me,” she said, looking down in embarrassment. Michelle stared at her, shocked. She expected her to say she let him get to second base, maybe third, but not that! Kristi looked back up at her and smiled at her stunned expression. “Surprise,” she said, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

Michelle finally found her voice. “And . . . did you like it?”

Kristi’s face turned red but she nodded. “Yeah, I really did. He made me . . .”

“Cum?” Michelle offered.

Kristi nodded, looking away. “And that’s not all. I . . . I gave him a hand job. I even licked it.”

Michelle was once again taken aback. “Wow, I didn’t think you would ever want to do that.”

Kristi shrugged. “It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.”

Michelle smiled and shook her head. “I know what you mean. I kind of like doing it.”

Kristi looked up at her. “So you’ve done that?” Michelle nodded. “Did he ever . . . do it in your mouth?” Michelle paused before answering, but eventually nodded. Kristi’s face turned into a grimace of disgust. “Ewww! What does it taste like?”

She shrugged. “Kind of like . . . salty bananas,” she replied, trying to come up with something close Kristi might be able to relate to. “It’s not so bad once you get used to it.”

Kristi’s expression didn’t change much and Michelle decided to change the subject. “So, are you going to do it with Jake?”

“Well, I don’t know about doing that, but I’m thinking about the sex thing. I think I’m ready and I want to, but . . .” She looked up at Michelle. “Does it hurt much? Everyone tells me it does but I know I can trust you to tell me the truth.”

Michelle thought for a few seconds. “Yes, it does,” she replied, then added, “but only the first time. And I didn’t really get off the first time either, so don’t expect fireworks. But the next time . . .wow!”

Kristi looked away as if deep in thought, watching as Jake once more climbed up onto the bank, water dripping from his hair and streaming over his firm, suntanned skin. He paused and looked curiously at them, then turned and leapt into the water again. It was almost as if he knew he was the topic of their conversation and was content to leave them be. Kristi spoke without looking back at Michelle at first.

“I guess I’m ready, or as ready as I ever will be.” She turned to her friend, a nervous smile forming on her lips. “I can’t stay a virgin forever, right?”

Michelle returned her smile, but said in a serious tone, “Just be certain you’re ready.” She nodded toward the bank. “Jake is a great guy . . . and very hot . . .” Kristi’s smile turned into a red-faced grin. “ . . . it’s just that I just don’t want you to do anything you might regret later just because I did it. But if you’re sure, then I say go for it!” Her face broke into a wide grin and they began to giggle as Jake clambered back up onto the grass. This time, he picked up his towel and started toward them.

“What’s so funny?” he asked as he wiped the water from his face and body. He stopped next to Kristi and dropped his towel to the grass, then sat down on it, looking at them both with an amused grin.

The girls stopped giggling and exchanged a look before Kristi replied. “Oh, nothing, just girl talk.” She winked at Michelle, who returned it with a smile then stood up, looking at her watch.

“I really should be getting home,” she said with a sigh. “I promised Mom I’d have dinner ready when she got home from work.”

Kristi looked up at her, a brief look of panic in her eyes, then nodded. “Ok, Michelle. Will you be around tomorrow?”

Michelle pulled on her shorts and t-shirt. “Yeah, if it’s this hot again, I think I’ll be here around lunch time.”

“Cool,” Kristi answered. Jake moved closer to her, resting a hand on her bare leg. “If I don’t talk to you tonight, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”

They said their goodbyes and she pushed her bike into the woods and up the rough path toward the street. Her head swirled with the knowledge that Kristi now knew about their little sexual arrangement and she wondered just how long it would be before Jake found out. Not long, she figured, especially if he and Kristi were having sex. And what if Kristi got her back up about something, or decided that she just plain didn’t like Angie and wanted to do something to hurt her? Would their friendship be enough to keep her from blabbing their secret all over school, and eventually, the entire town? The more she thought about it, the more scared she became. This was starting to get out of control and something had to be done - right away. She began to pedal toward home. She had to let the others know as soon as possible.