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Coincidence

By: helena_snow_renn



Beta: Miranda Bell, and further assistance by Dominique 

Notes: According to what I've been told, "sex" as New Zealanders pronounce it sounds like "six" to Aussie ears, & "six" in N.Z. pronunciation sounds like "sux." Wordplay ahead, be aware. Also, I've toned it down for easier reading, but one girl has a heavy French-Canadian accent. 

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Armed with degrees and a year's worth of work experience under their belts, Catherine and Nicola were ready to take their first 'real' vacation. All year they'd been saving up, pooling money. Absolutely, they had a plan. The women, one fine Aussie chick and one naturalized, were partial to a certain actor from a certain neighboring pair of islands. Along with various other activities, including the inevitability of them biting the bullet and going to see Hobbiton, Rivendell, and all the other now-dismantled sites for their own eyes, they would be indirectly, haphazardly, unintentionally looking for him. Or so they told themselves. 

If ever there were two girls who were closer friends, the world might never have seen fit to tell of them. Catherine and Nicola met five years before during their first week of university in Sydney. They hit it off so quickly they soon were finishing each other's thoughts and sentences like identical twins or an old, long-married couple. They were both lovely creatures, long past any adolescent gawkiness. Neither could be termed the 'quiet' one or the 'smart' one or the 'funny' one. These were attributes they both possessed. 

The girls looked nothing alike. Three generations ago, Catherine's family had been Anglo-Saxon Brit on one side, Scottish on the other, though her features were more of the Celtic cast. She inherited height from both sides. Her soft, wavy hair was not quite red, more auburn, but she considered herself a redhead. Pure green emerald eyes sparkled with easy-going humor. 

By contrast, Nicola was barely over five feet tall. She'd grown up in Quebec and had not lost the accent. Her hip-length brown hair contained red, gold and silvery highlights. She had the large, piercing hazel eyes of many mixed French/Native Americans. Like them, she exuded a certain wildness. No one would ever put her in a cage.

Nicola always said she'd seen him first. Maybe that was true, but neither girl had given him any deep thought years ago as bleach-blond Cupid. Cute, but a passing thing. However, when the familiar face appeared in their favorite fantasy film series, volume two, that was it. 

They saw him first on the plains of Rohan, hauling his mortally wounded cousin home on horseback. "Karl." They'd breathed simultaneously. The women had had to hold hands throughout the whole Rohan sequence. Cathy recalled wondering if her fingers would be broken as an arrogant, wary Éomer demanded, "What business do an elf, a man, and a dwarf have in the Riddermark?" Well they remembered the manly armor, the easy way he sat a horse, the long Nordic locks, and especially the intense dark eyes that undressed the world with every glance. Sure, they knew those eyes were hazel, but on screen they appeared a deep brown-black like pools of warm, liquid tar. Oh, to just fall in! 

Their jet circled and veered east. Catherine, who had never flown before, let out her breath and asked, "You think we'll run into him?"

Not having to ask who 'him' was, Nicola answered, "Would be a major coincidence if we did. The islands aren't that small. Well, we can 'ope, eh?"

"And pray..." Catherine added.

"Famous last words, atheist," said the Canadian native.

"I don't think they'd be my last words at all," Catherine said with a wink. "If you could call, 'Oh god, oh Christ, oh fucking hell' words." Luckily, she had used a good enough sotto voce she was not overheard in their cramped quarters, "And I don't think that counts as prayer, either." 

On their third day of sight-seeing and shopping, Nicola got wind of a local beach that was said to be worth going out of the way for. Hearsay was correct. The best friends surfed from early afternoon till the sun set blood-red over the ocean. Nicola's honey brown skin had slowly glazed to deeper shades. The little shack where they'd rented their boards was just about to close when they returned them. 

When the beach cleared and they were at last alone, Nicola shucked her aqua bikini top and freed large, dark-tipped breasts. Tall, milky-skinned Catherine had seen her friend naked a hundred times but the woman's perfection never failed to amaze her. Nicola, for all that she was totally oblivious to it, had a body made for sex, with her generous breasts and the sleek little hips that at the moment she was rolling her bottoms down over. Catherine felt she was rather upside down by comparison; in other words small, neatly-formed breasts, and a generously proportioned bum. She shook her head, calling herself silly, and hooted over to her butt-naked best friend, "Nice rack! Don't scare off the wildlife!" Nicola squeezed her own boobs in Catherine's general direction and traipsed down to the waterline. 

"Ah, the wildlife," Cathy mused. She and Nic had had their days. Darkness fell as Cathy sat, quietly reminiscing over her raunchier exploits, wrapped in a light blanket, on a large flat-topped boulder. She watched Nic piling sand into a messy fortress. The girl was so child-like sometimes. After nearly half an hour, she climbed back down and selected three burn CD's as soundtrack for the evening. She felt an odd tension, almost like she'd committed some minor infraction and was about to be confronted about it. The dark trance techno she'd chosen, if it worked like it usually did, would help her relax. 

The last light breathed its farewell to Nicola as she returned to their impromptu campsite. They'd hiked in with a sleeping bag each, a medium-sized cooler, the CD player, and whatever odds and ends fit into compact day-camp packs. Catherine unrolled a light tarp and was securing the edges with more rocks. "Hey," she greeted her friend. "This should help with the 'sand-in-embarrassing-places' problem." 

The French-Canadian grinned. "I'll get ze fire going."

Soon a campfire lit the night and the girls snuggled down on their sleeping bags to watch it. This was one of their rituals, fire-watching. There wasn't a breath of wind; they weren't cold. It was just them and the flames, the sand, and the ocean. 

"So, do you think zhere is a god?" Nicola opened their years-long debate after some time.

Catherine watched the crackling flames. She had not changed her position on the subject. Now that she had new ammo, she was going to use it. "If there were a god, he'd give me Karl." She cackled evilly. 

"No, I'm supposed to get 'im," Nicola stated, getting up suddenly. She crossed to the cooler and squatted down, still stark naked, to grab fresh beers for them. Catherine couldn't help but admire the view. "We could share though," the first girl went on after a minute.

"Share Karl?" Catherine wondered aloud. "How do you share a man? He's only got one prick." 

"Yes, but he's also got two 'ands, a mouth, and a bum. Surely we could find a way." The fire picked up golden glints in her eyes, which studied the red-headed girl for some dissent. 

Catherine's peaches-and-cream complexion glowed like an infrared light bulb, even in relative darkness. In Catherine's opinion, even though she hadn't done anything too non-standard, her friend had an untapped kinky side. Once in a while, like this, it would slip out in some offhand remark. Deep down, she enjoyed it, but it still made the Aussie blush. "Well, dibs on his mouth," she said. 

"Good!" Nicola retorted. "I get ze best for myself!" 

"You're such a pig! There's more to a man than his 'parts.'"

"Yeah, well, like it's gonna 'appen anyway, n'est-ce pas?" Nicola had a point. 

"What if it did? We're here... if he walked up to you in the street, would you turn in him down?"

"Oh, no. 'Ell no! I definitely would not turn 'im down."

"Turn who down?"

At the very edge of the light, just barely limned in the orange-red flickers, stood the owner of the low voice. The large, masculine form could've been there for a second or an hour, so quiet had he been. Nicola gasped in surprise and at her nude state but to her credit did nothing more than rise slowly to her feet and ask the stranger, "Wanna beer?" For her part, Catherine simply stared in disbelief. The details became clearer with every unhurried step he took in the girls' direction. His identity was unmistakable. How or why, she would have to find out; otherwise, Catherine's tidy mind answered itself, "This man, here, now, is Karl."

He presented himself with dark brown hair to his shoulders, a neatly trimmed beard, a deep tan set off by all-white clothes. He wore form-fitting button fly jeans and a short-sleeved shirt open all down the front. Catherine's seat put her at eye level with his navel, which did look mysterious in the middle of a patch of belly hair above those low-slung jeans. Fire threw unsteady patterns off his smooth chest. Half the shirt was open enough for Catherine to see one dark, flat nipple set on a subtly sculpted pec. She slowly raised her eyes to his face, almost as if to double-check herself. No, it was unquestionably Karl. He took the bottle from a slightly shaky Nicola and raised it to full, bee-stung looking dusky pink lips. Almond-shaped hazel eyes fringed by thick lashes flashed with amber highlights around their small campsite. Karl jumped slightly as he realized for the first time there was a second woman, one whose eyes were glued unwaveringly to him. "Oh!" he exclaimed. "Two of you!" 

This put Catherine at an advantage she refused to let slip through her fingers. Remaining perfectly still, she locked her bright green stare into Karl's. "Well, of course there's two of us. Who did you think she was talking to—herself?"

"I couldn't hear you speaking over DJ Micro, here. I thought she was on a cell."

"Nope," Nicola put in. "She's live." Both girls were impressed he'd heard of their favorite rave artist.

"That's right, and I'm not nearly as naked as my impulsive friend over there. Who are you and what do you want?" It took every measure of self-control she possessed not to goggle at him or drool or something equally undignified. Nicola, on the other hand, had backed up two steps and literally dropped her jaw. Her huge jade-and-gravel eyes, so like Karl's in that regard they could be siblings, widened and darted back and forth between the seated girl and beautiful young man. The hand not occupied with beer gesticulated near-frantically. Catherine took her meaning loud and clear. 

"Well, my name's Karl... Karl Urban. I was just out for a walk. I was surfing earlier up the beach a couple miles..." he threw out one corded arm in the general direction of behind himself, to Catherine's right,"...and it got dark before I knew it. I was about to turn back, even though I have no idea where I'm parked, when I saw a light, which happened to be your fire."

"It is dark tonight," Nicola managed, in a hopeful tone.

"No moon," Karl seconded.

"Yeah," Catherine said dryly," except Nicola's, which happens to be a full moon, eh?" She'd picked up the sarcastic use of "eh" from her friend over the years. 

Karl tipped the bottle up and took a long swig. Nicola looked at Catherine. She tilted her head slightly, eyebrows raised and a terribly 'significant' look over her features. Catherine gave her a quick nod and raised her own bottle before Karl saw this exchange, or so she hoped. 

"So...." Karl's' voice rumbled softly. "She's Nicola and you are...?"

Dazed, dazzled, horned-up stupid... "Catherine."

"Cathy? Or Catherine?"

"Either is fine." Call me whatever you want, baby.

"You don't have any more friends lurking out there in the dark, do you?" he asked.

"No, there's just us. Why? Should we be scared now?" Cathy asked in what she hoped was a bold voice. 

"Should I be?" Karl countered. "I wouldn't want to be set upon and ripped to shreds by six angry women or something." He sat down near the firepit, opposite the girls.

"Sux angry women?" Nicola giggled. Catherine elbowed her. "He sucks angry women...? Or they suck him?" 

"Nic!" The Aussie smacked the smaller girl on her upper arm. "Shut up! It's his accent. He said 'six.'" 

"I don't have an accent," Karl smirked. "You have an accent. And so no, I've never had sex, or 'sux,' with six angry women." 

"Oooh!" Nicola hooted, before Catherine could stop her. "You never 'ad six either? You poooor man! You're deprived. Mon dieu! Well, Catherine is the expert at sux, or so I've 'eard..."

The Aussie woman threw in the towel with being semi-proper. Karl's eyes turned to her, interestedly. Warmth ignited in her mid-section and stole outwards from there. "So I've been told," she allowed. What the fuck? She'd just told a complete stranger, regardless of who he was, 'Guess what? I give good head.' Gott in Himmel, as her grandma used to say.

Karl stood up and jammed his fists in his front pockets. "Maybe I'll take you up on that later. Right now I gotta take a piss. And I stink. Nicola, you want to take a short swim? I want to ask you something." His eyes promised much more than that. 

"What, now?"

"Why not?" He turned and walked toward the ocean. "Coming?" he threw back in their direction. 

"Oh, mon dieu, yeah," breathed Nicola. She was just about to follow when... 

"Nicola!" Catherine laid an urgent hand on the small brown shoulder. 

"What?" 

"You go, but bring him back here."

"What do you mean?" Nicola was shivering, not from cold, though, and Catherine could tell she was desperate to go after Karl. 

"You guys get cleaned up or whatever you gotta do, and then you get back here. I wanna see you... you know. Even if I don't get to touch him at all, I gotta see... Please, Nicola!" 

"You want to watch?"

"I'll take what I can get." 

Nicola laughed at her. "You're a voyeur. Wants to watch her friend get laid." 

Catherine squirmed in embarrassment and Nicola in sheer arousal. "I'm going now," the Canadian girl said pointedly. 

"Nic..."

"Ok, I'll see what I can do." 

If she hadn't been so lethargic from the beer and her from participation in the small melodrama, Catherine would have been pacing. 'Do you want to go for a swim, NICOLA?' What the hell was that? She was most annoyed. Not only had she been left behind, now she probably stood no chance of seeing what she wasn't getting. So much for sharing. Peeved, yes, and she almost wanted to cry, self-pity and a ridiculous sense of loss pouring from her soul. Before any real offer had been made, she's already been slapped down, or so it seemed. 

Catherine sat staring into the fire, trying not to hear any betraying noises from the water. Ten minutes of this, and she had just decided to lie down and try to sleep. Who knew how long the other two would be gone? Then, to her astonishment, they reappeared. Both drenched to the skin with slicked back hair, they'd been in the water all right. Their skin gleamed with droplets as they drew nearer. 

When they'd marched up to the edge of the firepit, the most amazing thing happened. Nicola circled behind Karl. She was so short, nothing of her could be seen except her lithe arms coming around Karl's sides. In time to the techno beat, one hand caressed up and down his lean stomach, down the furry line; the other went straight for the button on his tight, and now soaking wet jeans. An obvious erection swelled under his fly, slowly revealed as his other buttons came undone under Nicola's fingers. Not saying a word, she steadily worked open the wet denim, then began the task of getting the jeans off him. Near-black pubic curls rimmed the base of his cock, which stood straight out, in fact pointed a bit upwards, heavy and veiny. It was big, at least eight inches, Catherine thought from where she was sitting. Nicola's little hand gave the impression of being miniature, wrapped around the thick cylinder, stroking languidly, while Karl looked amazed at being put on display like that. 

"Kneel," commanded Nicola's voice from behind Karl. He dropped to his knees in the sand, jeans still down no further than mid-thigh. 

Now Nicola was revealed. She looked tiny above Karl's incredibly wide shoulders. Looking Catherine in the eye with a hint of merriment she said, "'E's on to you. Go ahead, have him. 'E's yours." Her slim fingers curled into loose, thick hair. Nicola swayed, her lithe hips gyrating slowly, smoothly, like a sylph. Karl turned his head and rubbed his cheek against her bare skin. 

"But, what about you?" Catherine asked, bewildered. Surely her insides would melt at the sight of him nuzzling into Nicola's cleavage, his slick cherry tongue dancing circles around each puffy areola. 

"I'm sure there is more for me, later. I give him to you."

"Come on, you girls," Karl said in a mock-whining voice. "I'm starting to feel like a piece of meat."

"Aren't you?" Nicola asked. Karl couldn't see her face, but Catherine could. A huge shit– eating grin was plastered on it. 

"No, you first, Nicola. I insist." What was she saying? This was insane. She heard herself continue, "You know I'm a firm believer in saving the best for last." 

Nicola was too turned on to be insulted, or she understood there was none intended. Hardly. "Thank you so much, sweetie!"

Catherine steeled herself. She was going to have her request fulfilled, it seemed. Suddenly Karl whipped his upper body around and grabbed Nicola. In the next blink, the brown-haired girl was on her knees on the tarp with Karl looming over her, behind her, his knee forcing her thighs apart. In the firelight, Catherine could make out glistening moisture on the insides of Nicola's thighs and at the tip of Karl's cock, which appeared between them seconds later. He looked huge compared to the wild-eyed girl he was about to impale. One hand around Nicola's waist, he threw off his shirt with the other giving Catherine full view of his primal, muscular body, from solid shoulders down to bunched abs over Nicola's bent back. 

A curtain of fine, water-spangled brown hair flew out to the side. Nicola twisted sideways in the same direction and looped an arm up and around Karl's neck. Her wide lips fastened to the tender spot where his shoulder and throat met. Karl captured her pointed chin in one large hand and tilted her head back, way back. Catherine's guts lurched. In the dancing orange light, suspended in a stuck moment, the two on the other side of the fire kissed zealously. Their heads moved side to side, tongues delved deep; the man's generous lips opened Nicola's mouth wider still in further exploration. The girl's slender neck arched as she strained upwards. Karl's eyes shut, rendering a perfect crescent of sable lashes on his cheeks. 

"Baise-moi!" came Nic's demanding cry. She had pulled her mouth away. Catherine was well aware of how the small woman's bottom was squirming back against Karl's groin. Every wriggle and curl was one she felt in the small of her back, in the same place one feels their first rush of arousal. When Karl's eyelids snapped open, he pinned her where she sat with a deceptively innocent expression. 

Then, reaching down between himself and the French-Canadian girl, he tucked his ass under and pushed. Nicola cried out hoarsely, wordlessly, her head thudding unto his chest. Karl answered with a grunt and began a steady, forceful bounce. Her small body tucked underneath his much larger powerful one, Nicola started to yip with every hard thrust. Catherine might've laughed at the noises they made if it didn't make her so fucking horny. Her own juices flowed freely from her quivering, clenching pussy; she gritted her teeth against the pain its emptiness was causing her. Two pairs of predatory, lust-glazed eyes were fixed on her. She didn't know how to meet them both, how to deal with the sight of their bodies slapping together rhythmically, of the threshing, grinding, gyrating of Karl's hips and he ripped up her friend from behind, or of the girl's distended pussy lips, stuffed full of cock, and her bouncing breasts. Catherine was on overload. If she moved, she'd cum just from watching. Karl sunk his teeth into Nicola's shoulder, still watching Catherine. The other girl shrieked. Her little barks turned to harsh, breathy squeals. 


Coincidence



 As Always first things first. I thank my LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course encouragement. I'd also like to add that we don't always see eye to eye, so I take full responsibility for the content and any cock-ups in this story.

This is a very short story, more of a cameo. Before I start I'm going to indulge myself by telling you where the idea for this little story came from. I was reading the first few pages of "Hero's Reward" by S-Des, my medical condition demands that I lay down and take a rest at regular intervals so, I was forced to break off from reading the story and retire to my bed for a little while. But it's my body that is tired not my brain. As I lay there thinking about S-Des's description of the young girl, Paige, my mind drifted to a vague memory of a young lady I once knew and a particular sunset. Add to that certain other points from S-Des's story and after my rest this is what I started to write. I hope you like it, I must say that writing in the third person is not my favourite or most successful genre and actually writing this one I have found quite time consuming and difficult. 

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"How was your meal this evening, Mrs Letterman?" the waiter asked as he placed a cup of coffee in front of her.

"It was perfect as it always is here, Mario. You can tell the chef I'd like to take him home with me. I've never been disappointed with a meal here yet."

Thank you, Mrs Letterman. Karl will be pleased. He takes a lot of pride in his work."

Out of the corner of her eye, Mrs Letterman was watching a man, who had been sitting over the other side of the dining room, slowly rise from his chair, leaving his pretty young companion still sitting at the table, as he had done every evening since Mrs Letterman had arrived. He made his way out onto the hotel balcony where selecting his usual chair he turned it around then sat down in it facing the sunset. A golden retriever dog who had been sunning itself in the last rays of the sun moved over and sat at the man's feet.

"Mario, can you tell me who that man is that just went out on the balcony? I find his face so familiar."

"That's Colin Marsh, Mrs Letterman, the famous author. If you've read any of them you have probably seen his picture on his books and he's been on television quite a few times. Mr Marsh spends a lot of his time with us." Mario turned and gestured at the young lady who had been left at the table. "The young lady with him is his secretary, Katherine. Very pretty, isn't she."

"Yes, she reminds me of myself when I was her age."

"If you don't mind me saying, Mrs Letterman, I remember you were extremely pretty as a young lady; you had all our pulses racing back in the old days. I must say you still are a very beautiful woman. Mr Letterman is a very lucky man."

"You flatter me, Mario. But some men do not realise what they have got until it's too late."

"I'm sorry, Madam." Mario didn't understand what Mrs Letterman was getting at.

"Never mind, Mario, it's not important, Thank Karl for the lovely meal for me."

Mario, realising that he had been dismissed, retired from the table.

Mrs Letterman watched Colin Marsh through the window as she drank her coffee. He sat almost motionless staring into the distance, one hand gently stroking the dog's head. When she had finished her coffee, Mrs Letterman stood up. For a moment she hesitated, undecided, thinking about her next action, then having made her decision, she walked out onto the Balcony. 

Before her was a view of the sea, with the cliffs leading away to the headland in the far distance. Colin Marsh was the only other person on the balcony; his gaze remained apparently locked on the distant headland. He had made no sign that he was aware of her presence.

"Lovely view, isn't it?" Mrs Letterman said as she got near to him.

"Yes," was his only reply.

"I love watching the sun go down over the headland."

"Yes."

"I like, the way the colours change as the sun gets lower."

"Yes." Still Collin Marsh did not turn his head in her direction. Mrs Letterman tried a different tactic. 

"I'm sorry, that was very un-thoughtful of me. I'm disturbing you."

"No, you didn't disturb me. I see this view every night when I lay in bed; it's burned into my brain. I sit on this balcony at sunset whenever I'm at this hotel and live it again." Colin Marsh's eyes hadn't moved from the headland; he still didn't turn and look at the beautiful woman standing close to him.

"You've been here before?" she continued.

"Many times."

"It's nice here, and I love the view. Especially at sunset."

"There's some views that you can never forget. This view is very special to me." 

"If you don't mind me asking, Mr Marsh. I know from your books that you've travelled all over the world. What makes this view so special to you?"

"What would you like the long or the short story, Mrs Letterman?" Still the man's head didn't turn towards her.

"Oh, you know my name. Either story - I've got plenty of time."

"I heard Mario talking to you in the dining room at breakfast." Collin Marsh was silent for a few moments; Mrs Letterman thought he was steeling himself before he continued. "Many years ago when I was a very young man, I used to sit on that parapet over there in the evenings, with a young lady. Otterley -- Otterley Allen was her name, a young lady that I loved very much. 

"But then I was only fifteen years old and I never did get up the courage to tell her how I felt about her at the time. We sat there on that balustrade every evening for two weeks and talked about anything and everything. Now, whenever I come back here to this hotel, I sit here and watch the one love of my life, sitting there on that balustrade. I can see her sitting there now in my minds eye."

"What happened to her?"

"When the holiday finished, it was over."

"Didn't you write to her or anything? She might have felt the same way about you."

"Oh, I intended to write to her, but on the journey home we had an accident. I was unconscious for many months. When I came out of the coma, no one could find her address. My father's car and almost everything in it, had been totally destroyed."

"Surely the hotel could have given Otterley's address to you."

"I was just a child back then. It was many years before I thought of getting in touch with the hotel. By the time I did, she had moved home." 

"So you gave up on looking for her?"

"No, I come back here each year. I watch her sitting on the balustrade over there, and I remember that summer."

"From what you say I assume that you haven't found anyone for whom you have the same feelings."

"You assume correctly. There can only one girl of my dreams."

"Not even your beautiful young secretary?"

"Katherine," Colin smiled to himself, "Is certainly a beautiful young lady, and I've become very attached to her in the last five years. I really don't know what I'm going to do when she's not around anymore."

"She's leaving you?"

"Katherine is getting married next month, to a handsome young man who is much closer to her own age. I will have to find a new secretary who will put up with me. Now if you will excuse me, it's getting a little chilly now that the sun has gone down. I think it's time Sheba and I moved into the lounge before Katherine comes out and starts fussing over me. She can be very protective."

Collin Marsh reached down and took hold of the harness attached to Sheba's back with his hand. The loyal animal immediately changed from the loving pet, to a dog with a job to do. As her master stood up Sheba was ready to lead him safely inside the building.

Mrs Letterman watched the two of them go in silence. For the next hour or so she sat there, now staring at the same point on the balustrade that Colin Marsh had apparently been looking at. She slowly played back over in her mind again and again what Colin Marsh had said to her.

Then with determination in her step she went into the hotel. In her room she picked up the phone and asked the desk to get her a number in San-Francisco. It was going on ten PM in England - that should make it around 4 PM over there.

"Davis and Field, attorney's at law. Good afternoon." An efficient female voice said to her.

"Shirley, its Mrs Letterman. Has my husband been in today?"

"Oh, yes, Mrs Letterman, he was in this morning. I'll put you through to Gary. Will you hold for a couple of moments?"

There was a moment's silence, then a barely audible click told her Gary Field was on the line.

"Tilly, Frank came in and signed the papers first thing this morning. There's no hang-ups. You got everything you asked for and more really. I told you he didn't have a leg to stand on. So now you are a lady of means as well as being single again."

"Thank you, Gary. You've been an angel." 

"Any time, Tilly, and you don't have to worry about our bill, Frank's paying for everything. You really had him by the er, well..."

"The balls, Gary, that is what you mean to say. Come on, I'm not a prude. That is unless I catch my husband in bed with his whore."

"Well, the paperwork should only take a couple of weeks, but as far as you are concerned you're free of him from today."

"Thanks Gary. Send the paperwork over here will you. Shirley has the address of the hotel where I'm staying. If I move on, I'll let her know. Good night."

Mrs Letterman replaced the telephone in its cradle and sat there with a smile on her face. Through the window she saw Katherine taking Sheba for her evening walk before she settled the dog down for the night in Collin's room. Mrs Letterman knew the routine by now. She had watched it every night since she had arrived.

As Katherine began to make her way back towards the hotel, Mrs Letterman left her room planning on intercepting her downstairs.

When Katherine entered the foyer, she saw Mrs Letterman walking towards her. Sheba began to wag her tail as she spotted the lady whom her master had been talking to on the balcony earlier. Off duty now and without her harness, she was free to show affection to whomever she liked.

"Excuse me, Katherine, could you spare me a minute, I would like to have a quick word with you?"

"Yes, Madam, what can I do to help you?" Katherine had seen the attractive lady speaking to her employer on the balcony earlier and was wondering what the lady could want." 

"Would I be correct in assuming that Mr Marsh has charged you with the task of finding your own replacement?"

"He's asked me to set up some meetings with prospective candidates, yes. But I haven't heard back from the agencies yet."

"Well, I would like to apply for the position. Could you kindly set up an interview for me?"

Katherine was taken aback. This lady had the look about her of being of independent means. Just to be staying in a hotel of this class meant she could not be short of money. Why would she want to be anyone's secretary?"

Katherine thought to stall.

"I suppose I can. But can you take short-hand?"

"Oh, yes. My Pitmans might be a little rusty, but I'm sure I'd soon get back into the swing of it again. It's like riding a bike, once it's learnt you never really forget. And I'm pretty sure I could find my way around that computer you carry around with you. I was a PA for some years before I got married and a good one to boot."

Katherine felt trapped; she couldn't think of any way of putting this lady off.

"I'll ask Mr Marsh if he'll see you tomorrow. Can I tell him your name?"

"Oh, tell him it's Mrs Letterman. He'll remember me from earlier. No, that's silly. I'm single again now -- I know tell him if he would like, I'll meet him for breakfast on the balcony and that my name is Otterley Allen.

Life goes on. 



Coincidence



Jennifer and I had spent a solid dozen very good years together, the word probably is we were content.

I could go on and on about how sexy and beautiful Jennifer is, but the truth is that her 110 pounds at age 19 when we got married became 140 pounds at 30 something. I don't have any real room to judge though, I spend quite a bit of time tugging at the waist of my own jeans since gravity and 40 pounds of padding tend to keep pushing them down.

What the hell, the 30 pounds on her settled in her fanny and her boobs, which I don't mind at all.

Me? Well, I always say that ya can't drive a spike with a tack hammer.

I never was one to be overly carried away with a need for sex, along towards Friday night or sometimes Saturday morning I get the mood, unless she beats me to it which she does from time to time.

Jennifer was just about right in that she would get the urge from time to time and tease me with no mercy until she got things up and going.

I did the same to her quite a bit.

Sometimes I will be in the mood and start in on her, do silly things like all of a sudden get up and do a strip tease for her.

If I got down on the floor with my legs spread, just my briefs on her lips would purse, then her face would flush as I did some peekaboo stuff.

Jennifer liked surprises, so did I.

Once I found her loading the dryer and I sneaked up behind her and rubbed my hard on up the back of her house dress. She giggled at me and pushed the start button, I reached up and tugged the top down so I could grab a handful of her boobs. That one sticks in my mind because Harmon, our neighbor walked in just as I was invading her. Jennifer was holding onto the edge of the dryer at the time giggling, her big naked titties hanging down, swaying back and forth. As luck would have it both of our asses were aimed right at the side door to the garage.

"Hey, Jack! Can I borrow your lawnmower? Mine won't...oh! Oops! Excuse me!" He beat a hasty retreat.

"Oh my God!" She let out a shriek, as I roared in laughter.

"Dammit, he saw my naked boobs!" She bonked me on the shoulder.

"He saw your snatch, too!" I laughed even harder. 

"No, he didn't, how could he?" Her face went bright pink.

"I was kind of holding it open right about then!" I ducked barely in time as she took another swing, like that was my fault or something.

Hell, I hadn't even thought of someone walking in, Harmon just did since the laundry machines and my garage did double duty. I wandered into his from time to time, neither one us us ever gave that a second thought.

Then I realized Jennifer was something less than really upset, in fact she got a smoky look on her face and I pushed her back onto the hood of my 1967 Mustang I had been restoring for about 9 years.

I would have done her in the back seat if it had one. Of course it didn't have any front seats either, or any front fenders.

It did have a hood, though.

Later I thought that maybe I should at least wash the Mustang, I could see where Jennifer's bare ass had shined up a spot real nice.

Then of course we had to listen to Harmon tell the story about catching us screwing at the next few neighborhood parties. Jennifer always turned bright red at that, she really wasn't very badly upset although she pretended to be.

Yep, we were doing pretty well, I was a good and faithful husband.

Of course, I cast a glance now and then at some of the other wives, but Jennifer was always around and at the parties the husbands weren't very far away, there was just no chance.

There was one time when I used the john in Harmon's house, I stepped out and there stood his wife Kathy, waiting her turn. She stuck her index finger inside the buttons on my shirt and rubbed the back of it up and down with a grin, then went in and shut the door.

That got me fussed up real quick but that is the only thing that ever happened.

My buddy Harmon's wife Kathy was the one I would have really liked to poke, she enjoyed being looked at, I think. Shorts that she must have used a tamping stick to get her butt into, halter tops or blouses that lots of creamy tit hung out of were pretty much the rule.

It's just plain hard to have any opportunity to stick your meat into something that it doesn't belong in when the wifey is right there all the time, there just was no opportunity.

It didn't cross my mind much anyway, I was happy with being normal.

+++

I was a good and faithful husband, right up until the moment I wasn't.

My Boss sent me to Sacramento, not a place I really would want to be, that much is for sure. It was go down there and fix an order that someone in our shop had screwed up beyond all recognition, or lose the account. Since that account was right at 150 grand per quarter, it mattered.

My two day trip down and then back became 5, then 6 days, if it wasn't one thing it was something else. Finally I got it all sorted out, the plant manager even shook my hand and thanked me for taking care of fixing our own fuck up.

I was pretty pleased with myself, I was even thinking about a bonus although there was a fat chance of that.

I went back to my hotel, partially packed to go home. All I would have to do the next day was fold up my laptop, throw on some clean underwear and then I would be on my way home.

Thank God! Sacramento pretty much sucked.

I called Jennifer to let her know I would be on the 4 O'clock flight the next day, but the call went to her voice mail. Not a problem, I knew she would get it and be there to pick me up at Portland. Sure as hell she was out shopping, her cell phone sitting at home on the charger like it always was.

If not I could just grab a cab for the $25 ride to our house out on the East side, no big deal.

Expense account anyway, no biggie at all.

Then I went down to eat. The little cafe was packed and I had to wait, finally I got a table.

There were three chairs, I was by myself.

"Excuse me." I heard a voice just as I sat down. I looked up and a pretty woman in a business suit was standing there.

"Yes?" I asked.

"May I share your table? This place is really busy, I want to get a bite before I grab a cab to the airport."

"Sure, help yourself." I waved at a chair.

"Thank you." She sat down, looked at me. She was really very pretty.

"I'm Donna Carrington." She smiled, holding out her hand. 

"Frank Jackson." I shook it. Nice and soft. I could see just the upper portion of what looked like a pair of very nice boobs peeking out of the top of her blouse. She had on a vest like jacket with a matching gray skirt, a business woman of some kind.

The waitress came by and took our orders, we sat and chatted. I found out she was headed for Portland too. Since we both lived in the same city, we quickly discovered we had a lot to talk about.

She told me she and her husband lived in Oregon city, I told her my house was on 60th on the East side.

"Rough part of town, huh?" She asked, just as the food arrived.

"Not too bad, 82nd is but it's quieter around our place." My eyes kept glancing down to that small expanse of flesh showing in the open front of her blouse. 

Donna just grinned, smiled at me.

We talked about local politics, and didn't even argue. She agreed with me that our homosexual mayor was a pain in the ass, that our new President couldn't run a single seat pay toilet even if he had lots of help.

Hell, she didn't like our Governor either, which I agreed with.

We were getting along famously.

"You are bit of a redneck, aren't you?" She giggled at one point, I of course agreed with that, also.

"Me, too." She smiled, taking a bite of her mashed potatoes. She looked me in the eyes, I saw her hand come up and brush back an imaginary wisp of her blond hair.

I smiled to myself at that, what the hell, it's nice to have a pretty woman look with interest.

That was all there was to that, we paid for our meals, said goodbye and she left in a cab. I felt a little pang as she climbed into the cab, almost wishing I had a bit more courage.

But what the hell. Both of us were married, besides, she was headed for the airport anyway.

I went back to the hotel, thinking all the way that I was going to walk in the door at home and get Jennifer down on the couch. 

Five long days, coming up on six? I called Jennifer, once again it went to voice mail. To hell with it, I went down to the lounge to get a drink.

The first thing I saw when I walked into the lounge was Donna sitting on a bar stool.

"I thought you were flying out?" I asked, walking up behind her.

"Oh, Hi, Frank! I got bumped, the damn airlines overbooked the flight, since I wasn't two hours early they gave someone else my seat."

"Bummer. That should be illegal. Well, can I join you? I am stuck here myself until tomorrow afternoon."

"Sure, I could use the company."

+++

Which is how I became a cheater. I really had no plans to do it, the thought never crossed my mind.

Donna was kind of pretty, though.

I do remember being curious about what she was drinking, it was a tall glass with a slice of Orange stuck on the lip so I ordered one.

I remember giggling as we fed each other the slices of Orange.

Six times, I think, or was it seven?

I do remember rubbing Donna's ass while she fumbled in her purse for the key card, I remember her seductively sliding her blouse and bra off while I sat there and watched.

I also remember those big soft melons as she straddled me and rubbed them in my face, and the way she wrapped both hands around my rock hard erection and stroked me up and down before sliding her hips forward and fucking me right there in the chair.

There was a second time in the bed, I remember that I would get hard as a rock, pound her for awhile then start to go soft, she would reach down and play with it until it got hard again and stick it back in.

I bet we did that a dozen times but I was way too far in the bag to get off a second time.

I remember waking up the next morning, looking over and seeing short blond hair in bed with me instead of long dark hair and being confused for a moment.

Then Donna's eyes opened, she smiled and stretched. Her big boobs slid out from under the covers, all round and naked. I reached out and grabbed one of them. Then I got down and licked her bare pussy in the bright light, enjoying the hell out of the way it looked and how it began to turn pink as her lips engorged.

She really squirmed around a lot, her butt was going up and down and she kept letting out little squeals. Then I had both hands full of those nice melons again while she stretched her lips over the end of my dick, stopping once to tell me she loved it when they were nice and hard like that.

Somewhere in there was breakfast, then rushing back up to the room to do it again before checkout time arrived. I remember clearly her flawless ass hiked up when she was down on her knees and elbows, and the way her hairy pussy gapped open, her lips all swollen up. 

I remember the short goodbye, and the kiss as we said that.

"Thanks, it's been a while since I had a nice time in bed." She told me.

Yep, I remembered all of that.

I can't say that I felt a hell of a lot of remorse, it was just a piece of ass so what the hell?

Jennifer would never know.

I was humming to myself as I showered, taking my sweet time to be very sure there was no sign at all of anything left.

I even checked carefully for hickeys, Donna had used her lips on me about everywhere.

I called a cab to take me to the airport, then I waited. Finally after a full half hour one arrived. We got there alive, even though the guy kept turning his head completely to talk to me with an accent so severe I had no idea what he was saying.

He used both feet on the brakes, too, then he had to stop and run into a Starbucks to get a frosty looking drink while I sat there and fumed.

We got to the airport at a quarter to three.

+++

The other part was when I got to the airport, there she was again. She was waiting, boarding pass in hand as the counter lady told me that I was being bumped.

Now that really pissed me off!

Then I went over and sat down, called Jennifer. She answered this time, I explained what had happened. She sounded unhappy, we told each other our "I love you's." and I told her I would be on the 10 O'clock flight the next morning.

"Hey, Frank? You got bumped?" I heard Donna say as she walked up to me.

"Yea, this silly airline is a pain in the ass!" I moaned.

"Why don't you take my pass, I am in no hurry to get home to my asshole husband anyway." She grinned.

"Really?" I asked.

"Sure, they will pay for my hotel room and some cash so why not? That way you can get home to your wife."

"That is, unless you want to stay here with me for another night?" She added, grinning.

I thought about that for a moment.

Tempting, let me tell you.

"I really would like to get home, you are lots of fun but I need to get back to my life." I told her.

++++

Which is how I ended up on the 4 PM flight after all. It got in a bit after 6:30 PM, a little late so I didn't call Jennifer. She hated driving after dark, and it was going to be dark before she could get to the airport. I decided to just grab a cab and get home.

Once outside, I realized it wasn't even raining.

To be honest, right then I was feeling guilty as hell, well, sort of anyway. I just wanted to get back to something normal, familiar surroundings, my wonderful wife. 

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, well, Sacramento but what the hell?

Close enough.

The cab rolled up at my house at just after 8:00 PM. I asked the cab driver to go straight down 82nd and then back to 60th to my house, of course he nodded and headed for the freeway which always adds 5 bucks to the cost of the trip. Then he drove right by my house and around the block to pick up another buck and a half.

I walked in and set down my suitcase, went into the kitchen, grabbed a huge glass of milk. My mouth still felt a little bit dry, those damn drinks were dangerous things. Then I went down the hall, I thought I could hear Jennifer in there, I figured she was putting away laundry since some music was playing.

Jennifer always put on some music while she folded clothes.

"Honey! I am home!" I called out.

There was a loud bang and some noise, it sounded like someone had jumped up, startled, and knocked something over.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to...." I opened the bedroom door.

Jennifer was sitting in the bed, the covers pulled up tight around herself. She looked frightened.

"Sorry, honey. I didn't mean to scare you, I made the flight after all." I told her, walking in.

She was staring at me like I was a burglar or something?

Then I saw a man's shirt laying on the floor.

That was not one of my shirts.

Next I saw a man's pants laying on our chair by the corner table.

Those were not my pants, either.

"What the fuck?" I asked, looking at Jennifer again.

I looked around, saw nobody. Then I realized, someone had to be in the closet. I walked over, the glass of milk still in my hand, jerked the closet door open.

Some guy about 40 or so stood there, naked as a jaybird. He still had most of an erection, and his cock looked like it was all wet. He also looked to be very frightened.

I looked over at Jennifer, now she was crying.

"Well. I see that things go on while I am out of town." That probably sounded lame as hell, I had only been gone by myself on a trip just the one time.

"Get out of my fucking closet, asshole!" I yelled at the guy.

The man scurried out, holding his hands over his cock without much effect. The asshole still had a boner, that was pissing me off. 

I did notice that his cock was nowhere near as big as mine. He grabbed his pants and quickly jerked them on. 

I had the sudden urge to kick him in the balls while he was bent over but I managed to control myself.

I did pour the rest of my glass of milk over his head.

"Hey, you forgot your underpants!" I told him, looking down at his briefs still lying there on the floor. He was sputtering, trying to get his shirt on, milk dripping off of his hair.

"You probably better hurry up, mother fucker, or I will go get my GUN and shoot your fucking NUTS off!" I screamed at him.

I would have, too, except that I didn't own a gun.

The guy took off down the hallway, went through the front door and was gone. 

Mother fucker must have been born in a barn, he didn't even shut the fucking door. I turned to Jennifer, glaring. She was now bawling her head off.

"I can't believe you! Fucking some guy right here in our own god damn bed?"

"Frank! Honey, it was an accident. I am sorry!" She wailed.

"Accident? You filthy CUNT! How in the fucking HELL does some stranger's cock end up in your pussy by fucking ACCIDENT?"

"Frank! It was just...I was so lonely, I went out with Harmon and Kathy to dinner. Then on the way home I stopped off for a drink, it just HAPPENED." She wailed.

I reached out and jerked the covers off of her, she was completely naked, I could see sperm dribbling out of her. She actually brought her arms up to try and cover herself.

I turned and went out into the living room, sat down and clicked on the TV. Some talking head was running his mouth about something, then they all started yammering at once like always.

I just could not believe this. Jennifer? Fucking around on me?

It was a full half hour before she came out, I heard the shower running, then she got dressed. She came in and sat down, folded her hands in her lap, waiting.

I ignored her.

"Frank?" She asked, finally.

"What?" I growled.

"I am really sorry."

"How is that supposed to help?"

"I know it doesn't. Please don't leave me, I will never do anything like this again."

"Why do it this time? And who in the hell was that guy?"

"I don't know why...His name is John, he owns the bar that I stopped to get a drink at. The place down on Foster avenue."

"So how long have you been fucking this guy?"

"Not very long." Jennifer looked down, tears forming in her eyes again.

"Not...very...LONG? What in the FUCK does THAT mean?" I yelled at her.

"I only met him a couple of days ago. I was going to have the one drink but he bought me another one and we were talking. Then somehow it was closing time, things were all blurry and we were in his back room and it just...happened."

"Great. Just fucking happened. How many times have things like this just fucking happened?" I was still yelling.

"Never. I never have. I am so sorry." She was still whimpering.

"How did the asshole end up over here?"

"When you called and said your flight was..that you weren't coming home, I was bored and I called him. I don't know why I let him...I just wanted to talk is all. I was afraid that you would find out, so I was going to tell him to not say anything."

"Swell, you planned on LYING to me? I guess I found out all right! And bored? This is what you do when you are BORED? I suppose he is better in bed than me, huh?" I growled.

"NO! It's not like that, it was just...different. I didn't mean to."

"So how many guys have you FUCKED behind my back!" I yelled at her.

"None. Nobody. I never..Oh, God." She had her face in her hands.

"I should go down there and kick his ass."

"Oh, please don't, that will just cause trouble."

I got up and went into the spare bedroom, slammed the door. I half expected Jennifer to try and come in to talk some more but she didn't.

The next day I went to work, everything was normal except she didn't come out. The boss came into my office and shook my hand, looking at me oddly when I was a bit short.

I was having a struggle, it popped into my head to kick Jennifer out of the house, punish her, make her life miserable. I could just move all of the accounts to someplace offshore, and I might have if we had any. 




Coincidence



But way down deep inside I felt guilty myself.

Well, a little bit. After all, I was out of town, that thing with Donna was no big deal, not like actually bringing someone home or anything.

That was different.

Jennifer must have worked all day, when I got home that night she had prepared all of my favorite dishes. 

Makeup on, a nice dress, hair brushed out pretty? She looked like she had spent quite some time trying to look her best.

She looked good enough in fact that I felt the glimmerings of a boner, but I also smelled the food.

So I plopped down and ate, it was all delicious. 

Later, she came in and sat down in her chair, looking over at me from time to time. I knew she wanted to talk, I decided I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction, so I ignored her.

"Frank, I want you to know I am sorry." She began, finally.

I didn't answer her.

"What are you going to do?" She asked.

"How would you like it is I went out and found some bimbo to stick my dick in?" I told her.

"Oh, don't be that way, please don't yell."

"Maybe I will just run out to 82nd and pick up a hooker!"

Yea, like that would work, all the "hookers" out there were policewomen.

"Frank, what can I do to make it up to you?" She sniffed, looking down.

"I think I am going to fuck you senseless!" I said, suddenly standing up. Which is exactly what I did, and I wasn't gentle about it at all.

First I jammed her pussy until things were nice and slick and then I got her down on her hands and knees and stuck it up her ass. She didn't even argue with me about it that time.

I wasn't gentle either.

She acted like she enjoyed the hell out of that.

Later, we lay there all sweaty, I was thinking I wasn't quite done with all of this crap.

"I am going to go down there and have it out with that asshole!" I told her.

"No, please don't." She whimpered.

"Oh yes, I am. Come on!" I got up, we pulled on our clothes, she reluctantly followed as I went out and got into the car.

I didn't have a clue what I would say to the guy, I just wanted to yell.

We pulled in at the bar, I pushed her ahead of me as we walked in. I didn't see John at first, then he came out of a back room. He flushed when he saw us, got a really nervous expression on his face, but walked over.

"Hey man, I don't need any trouble in here, OK?" He got a whining tone in his voice, looking around at a half dozen customers sitting there.

There was a tired looking older woman behind the bar, she had on a long black dress and looked like she had been rode hard and put away wet.

"Well, we are going to have a talk anyway." I told him.

"All right. Come on into the back then." He led us into what was an office and a sitting room.

He turned to me. Jennifer just stood there, she looked frightened too.

"Look, I know Jen is married now, I didn't know before or I probably wouldn't have...." He looked like he was about ready to try and defend himself if need be.

"Her name is Jennifer, not Jen!" I was instantly pissed off at him calling her by a familiar name.

I took a deep breath, managed to control myself.

"Relax, I am not going to hurt you. I just want to know, to be sure that it was just a fling and that Jen isn't lying to me." I said. 

I really had the upper hand here, the guy appeared to be a bit frightened. That made me feel a little bit cocky.

"Hey, it was just the one time, and then the other night when you showed up. I am married too, so I really don't want my wife to know. What's it going to take?"

"Don't want me to know what, honey?" I heard. I looked over at a woman coming through a side door.

It was Donna. She looked at me in surprise.

I looked at her in surprise myself, my mouth opening and closing.

"Well, Hi, Frank! I'll be damned, we keep running into each other. Nice to see you again!" Then she grinned.

Jennifer looked at Donna, then she turned to look at me. 

John looked at me, too. 

I saw realization appear on both of their faces.

Oh, shit.



Coincidence?



"Bugger it," Colin muttered as he knocked a pile of notes on to the floor. He had been working at the computer on a tutorial paper for most of the morning and had stood up to have a stretch. 

He knelt down and started to reassemble the notes when he spotted a book among the tangle of wires at the back of computer that at some time must have fallen down the back of the desk. He picked it up, looked at it, and realised that it was a book he had borrowed from his friend Damien at least a couple of months ago and had been forgotten. 

"He'll kill me," Colin told him self, "I'd better get it back to him fast."

Colin and Damien had been friends since elementary school days but since becoming heavily involved in tertiary studies they had seen less of each other, Colin going the way of economics and Damien horticulture, and this had taken them to different colleges. Not seeing each other for a couple of months might have accounted for the forgotten book. 

As a welcome reason for not working Colin decided he would take the book round to Damian straightaway, he needed a break and it would be an opportunity to catch up with Damien and his mother Wendy. At her invitation he had called her Wendy ever since he was sixteen. 

The thought of Wendy put another idea into his head. Colin's parents were away on a months camping and touring holiday and he had to prepare his own meals. 

There had been suggestions that he might have stayed with his grandparents or an aunt, but with youthful independence he had boldly told his parents he could look after himself. A week into his lone watch he was starting to regret his hasty decision. His mother had left the freezer stacked with frozen meals but the effort required to unfreeze and heat them was tedious (typical male), and he now saw the chance of getting a meal at Damien's place. 

The boys had spent a great deal of time in each other's homes in the past, and that had meant providing sustenance for them, and so there was a good chance that Wendy might come across with lunch now, and with any luck an evening meal, and in any case it would be good to see Wendy again.

Ever since Colin had entered those years of rampant hormones he had been fascinated by Wendy and this on two grounds. First, Damien was now twenty one and Wendy was thirty six and unmarried. As people say, "There was a bit of a story there," but what the story was Colin had never learned. What he did know was that Damien and Wendy lived pretty well, and Wendy's part time job in a women's clothing boutique could not account for the way they lived.

The second reason for Colin's fascination with Wendy was her looks. She might not be the world's most beautiful woman but youthful and potent Colin found her extremely sexy with her triangular face, long dark hair, bright blue eyes, ripe red lips, soft voice and a figure that might make a monk forget his vow of chastity.

For Colin Wendy was something of a mystery. Why since she was clearly attractive had she never married, or at least why did there seem to be no lovers around? Several times he had wanted to question Damien about his mother, but had been afraid to intrude uninvited, and he had also become a little wary of Wendy. 

For a young man she was a disconcerting woman, giving rise to feelings of sexual frustration in him. It was not that Wendy was an older woman -- Colin had enjoyed the favours of a couple of older women - but his frustration was exacerbated by the fact that and even if she was willing to become the third older woman in his life, as his friend's mother she was inviolable. 

Despite his unease over Wendy and the sexual feelings she aroused, he had not been able to keep away from her until he and Damien had started to see less of each other. Now the thought of seeing her again after nearly two months sent frissons of pleasure coursing through him, and not only because of the anticipated lunch.

* * * * * * * * 

Damian's house was only a little over a kilometre from Colin's, and so as usual he walked there. On arrival he was greeted exuberantly by Wendy, who flung her arms round him, and kissed him and said, "Where have you been, it's been ages."

She was obviously en deshabille wearing a floppy dress that showed a great deal of cleavage and thigh, and that unleashed the wellsprings of Colin's lust. 

Somewhat uncomfortable Colin replied, "Well, I've been rather..."

"Busy," Wendy interrupted, "Yes, that's what Damien says. Well if you're not too busy now come in...come in, I'm clearing out the spare room, so if you don't mind we'll talk while I carry on." 

"I've just come to return a book I borrowed from Damien," Colin said, "I..."

Wendy laughed and said with mock forlornness, "Oh, he isn't here and I thought you'd come to visit me."

"Will he be long?"

"Yes, I'm afraid he will," Wendy said, "he's gone to help Margaret and I don't expect him home until...well, I don't know when."

"That's his Aunt Margaret, isn't it, the one who has a plant nursery?"

"Yes," Wendy said, "she did herself a big favour when she bought that place. It's right in a new suburb and people are laying out their gardens; she's making a fortune. Damien spends more time there than he does here," she added glumly.

"Oh well, "I'll just leave the book and..."

"Colin, I'm craving some company, you can't just go running off, come and talk to me," Wendy said.

"Well, if I won't be interrupting..."

"Dear Colin," Wendy laughed patting his cheek, "you've always interrupted so what's different, so stop standing there and come in."

She led Colin into the spare room and he could see why it needed clearing out. 

Dominating the room was an old sofa. "Sit down...sit down," Wendy trilled, "I'm afraid we've used this as a junk room, disgusting isn't it?" 

Colin sat on the sofa which groaned in protest, and looked at the household detritus that must have accumulated over some years. He readily agreed with Wendy that it looked disgusting, but diplomatically refrained from saying so. 

A bicycle frame, a wheelless shopping jeep and a vintage television set had been moved near the door, no doubt with a view to eventually moving them outside when there was a hard rubbish collection. Wendy now began to add some old saucepans, vases and other unwanted ornaments to the pile.

"Can I help?" Colin asked.

"No...no," Wendy said, "I've got to sort out what I want to keep and what not, I'm making a few changes around here so just talk to me. How are you're parents?"

"Fine," Colin said, "they're away touring round the country."

"Good for them, how long for?"

"A month."

"So are you're living on your own?"

"Yes," Colin said despondently, hoping Wendy would feel sorry for on him and offer him lunch."

"Now there's a coincidence," Wendy said

"What coincidence?"

"Both of us on our own," Wendy replied. 

It occurred to Colin that he had never before been alone with Wendy for more than a few minutes, Damien had always been around. 

Busying herself with her sorting out Wendy asked Colin about his studies. Colin had difficulty replying because as Wendy bent or knelt down to examine or pick up something the top of her low cut dress hung open giving him a view of her delectable unrestrained breasts.

Ever since he was about fourteen he had been getting horny over Wendy, and at times it had been embarrassing because it was difficult to hide his erection. Now it was not only her breasts and thighs that fascinated him. As she bent to pick something up her back was towards him and her dress rode up to reveal her strong thighs, firm high buttocks and flimsy panties through which he was sure he could see the temptingly indented lips of her vulva.

Colin's testes were aching as he imagined his penis entering that place of female heaven. Had it been any other woman he might have suspected she was deliberately trying to entice him, and he'd had experience of that with his two older women, but not Wendy. He had known her since he was a child, she was his friend's mother, and it was out of the question that she would try and seduce him no matter how much he hoped she would.

Wendy stood holding an old toaster in her hand and said, "I think I should leave all this until another time, I don't often get you to myself and I'm not being very hospitable, how about some lunch?"

"Yes...yes...thanks very much."

"Come on then, let's go to the kitchen," Wendy said, beckoning him.

* * * * * * * *

As Colin watched Wendy prepare a ham salad he wondered if it had been wise for him to stay. He tried not to look at her but it was impossible. She moved so gracefully and alluringly he could not drag his eyes away from her. She asked the common place questions that people often asked about how long his course was, how he saw his future and did he manage to socialise much.

She reiterated that Damien was hardly ever at home now and she feared he was thinking about giving up his studies to go and work full time at the plant nursery. 

She chuckled and said, "Fancy both of us being on our own, and you know the old saying, when the cats away the mice play."

"I haven't had much time to play," Colin said somewhat ruefully, "its study, study all the time."

"Oh, that's not good for you," Wendy said sympathetically, "we all need play time." She paused for a moment looking searchingly at Colin and added, "Perhaps we can both think of some games to play."

Colin was struggling to make appropriate responses he was too aware of Wendy's alluring presence, and also aware that his erect penis was oozing pre-cum. It had never been as bad as this before, but then, he hadn't been alone with Wendy for such a long stretch of time nor seen her dressed so carelessly. 

As she put the plate of food before him she touched his cheek and said, "It's lovely to have you all to myself for once."

He was so absorbed in watching Wendy that Colin had difficulty eating, and when it came to the washing up his hands were trembling and he dropped a plate. Wendy looked at him with mock annoyance and said, "It's just as well I didn't use my best china, but I might make you pay a price for that plate."

The washing up over Wendy first said she'd better get back to her sorting out, but then changed her mind, saying, "I'll make coffee and we can go into the living room and talk, the sorting out can wait."

This might have been the moment for Colin to make good his escape from a time of sexual torment, but he chose to stay in the hope of catching more glimpses of Wendy's breasts and delectable thighs. It's strange how we want to stay within the orbit of one for whom we have sexual desire even when we know we shall not attain the goal.

Wendy entered carrying a tray with the coffee on it. It was then Colin got his wish. As she sat Wendy pulled up the bottom of her dress to reveal an even greater expanse of ivory white thighs, and bending over to pour the coffee the front of her dress fell open and he could see her pink tipped naked breasts.

Looking up and catching his gaze Wendy smiled but said nothing, and Colin looked hastily way, his heart pounding and his penis throbbing in unison with it. 

They drank coffee in awkward silence, Colin striving to stop his hands trembling. 

As if to break the silence Wendy said, "I told you I'm making some changes around here and I've had a spa bath installed, it was only finished yesterday, would you like to see it?" 

Colin's interest was far away from a spa or any other sort of bath but seeing Wendy's enthusiasm for her new acquisition, and out of politeness, he said yes, he would like to see it.

Since he had spent a lot of time in the house and sometimes stayed over night, Colin was well acquainted with the bathroom as it had been. On entering the bathroom he was amazed at the transformation. The old bath and the bathroom fittings had gone and in their place was a magnificent in-floor oyster shaped spa bath.

Despite his other distractions Colin gasped enthusiastically, "It's terrific." 

"You like it then," Wendy said, obviously pleased with his response. 

"Yes...yes," Colin said, "it looks really is great, I wish we had one at home."

"Like to try it?" Wendy asked.

"Mmm, yes," Colin replied. "You know, I've never had a spa bath."

"Well now is your chance," Wendy said cheerily, "and I'll join you. I got a bit grimy sorting out that rubbish in the spare room."

That brought Colin up with jolt. He had thought that the invitation was for him alone to use the spa. "I...er...well...I haven't got anything to wear if we're both going to..."

Wendy laughed and said, "Don't be so silly, you don't take a bath in your clothes; keep your underpants on if you have to wear something, but I'm not bothered."

As if to reinforce her point Wendy turned on the spa and as it started to fill she took off her dress and throwing it aside she stood before Colin wearing only her panties and a roguish grin, and then she slowly took off her panties and kicked them to one side. 

Colin was dumbfounded; he had often fantasised Wendy naked, and now with incredible equanimity she had stripped in front of him. She was all he had fantasised and more, with the swell of her hips, pink tipped breasts and the little triangle of pubic hair at her groin. He stood staring at her, unspeaking, unmoving. 

She looked at him coolly and said, "Well, are you going to undress?"

Colin hesitated because it wasn't only the undressing that troubled him, but the fact that Wendy would see his out of control erection.

As if enough had been said Wendy stepped into the spa, and after fiddling with some gadgets the water began to bubble and swirl. She sat, her arms resting along the edge of the spa, the tops of her breasts showing just above the water. "If you're worried about stripping in front of me I won't look," she said playfully, and closed her eyes.

With sudden resolve Colin quickly undressed and joined Wendy in the water, adopting the same arm resting pose as Wendy. At least his erection would be hidden beneath the rippling water. 

Sensing that he had joined her Wendy opened her eyes and smiled at him.

Colin found the swirling and bubbling of the water relaxing, but it did nothing to reduce his pulsating manhood, on the contrary it seemed to make it worse. 

"You know Colin," Wendy said, "I've always been fond of you, very fond."

"Oh...er...yes...we...I'm very fond of you too," Colin responded.

"Mmm, yes, I've seen how fond you are of me," Wendy said, her mischievous eyes looking directly at Colin.

"Seen?"

Wendy gave a soft laugh and moving so that her shoulder was touching his she said, "You don't think I haven't noticed do you?"

"Noticed?"

"Colin darling, what you've got can't be hidden, I've seen that big bulge in your groin lots of times, you naughty boy."

"I...I'm sorry Wendy, it just...I can't help it, I..."

"It's all right darling," Wendy said, I don't mind you being naughty about me, it's rather flattering; I feel a bit naughty myself at times, but it's really unfair isn't it?"

"Unfair?"

Wendy laughed again and said, "It doesn't show so much on me, but suppose I tell you I feel the same naughty way you do, what would you say to that?

"You feel the same...?"

"Yes, horny is the word, isn't it?" Wendy interrupted, her hand reaching down to take hold of Colin's penis.

There was a sharp indrawn breath and Wendy gasped, "Oh my God!"

"What...what is it?" 

"I didn't realise; I thought you were big, but not this big darling."

One of Colin's older women had playfully measured his erect penis and found it be just short of eight inches long and five and a half in circumference. Now he protested, "It's not all that big it's only..."

Again Wendy interrupted him and as she moved to stand in front of him said, "I'm going to have it, so don't start getting all virtuous, you want me and I want you and so..."

"But Damien he's..."

"Darling, Damien isn't here, the cat's away so the mice can play, and they can play at being rabbits."

Wendy put her arms round Colin's neck and lowered herself onto him until his penis just entered her and she began to playfully tease him saying, "Feel that darling, do you like it?"

"Oh God yes," Colin moaned.

Gradually Wendy lowered herself on to him until his full length was in her, and then she stopped, smiling as she looked into Colin's eyes. She wrapped her legs round him saying, "Beautiful darling....beautiful, we should have done this a long time ago."

Colin, all thought of protest gone, was about to make some response but Wendy's open mouth closed over his her darting tongue seeking entry. As their tongues danced together she drew one of his hands to her breast and pressed his fingers round it. 

As the kissed ended Wendy moved up slightly so that Colin could suck one of her nipples. As he took it into his mouth Wendy starting moaning, "You're going to cum in me...I'll make you cum in me."

It took little effort for her to make him cum. Her legs wrapped round him more tightly she began short sharp movements over his penis and began making soft cries, "So good....so good...let it go darling...let it all go...put it in me...ah...oh my darling...ah...oh...oh God I'm coming...I'm coming..."

Buoyed by the water she was moving faster now and Colin had taken hold of her hips. Suddenly he cried out, "I love you...I love you..." and dragged her forcefully down onto him his full length in her as he shot the first spurt of his semen into her. 

Wendy gave a wild cry, "Deeper...deeper..." as her orgasm took control of her.

Colin relentlessly poured his seed into her as he dragged her saturated convulsively clutching vagina over his sperm spewing penis. 

Colin's ejections ended but Wendy was still beating frantically over him as she sobbed, "Coming...still coming...stay with me...stay..."

Colin stayed until he felt her vagina relax round his length. Wendy sobbing quietly and with Colin's penis still in her vagina leaned weakly against him. "Oh darling it's been such a long time and that was so good, so beautiful," and then impishly added, "That's paid for the broken plate."

Picking up her mood Colin kissed her softly on the lips and said, "Shall I go and break another plate?"

Wendy laughed weakly and said, "Do you really want to pay the price again?"

"You'll end up with no plates at all," Colin replied with mock seriousness.

"Perhaps we could dispense with the plates and just get on with doing what we want to do," Wendy said.

She removed herself from him and Colin, the head of his penis still sensitive, he gasped as it passed over her pubic bone. Wendy stood but her legs seemed to give way under her and Colin had to support her. 

"What have you done to me you beast?" she said, her voice tremulous.

"Not nearly as much as I'd like to do to you," Colin replied, "But Damien might come..."

"No he won't," Wendy butted in quickly, "he'll be far too busy."

"Looking after plants?"

"Perhaps, but more likely he's looking after Margaret."

"Looking after Margaret?"

"Mmm, yes, in bed."

"You mean she's sick?"

"Yes and no."

"Yes and no?"

The pair of them, they're sick with love for each other."

"You don't mean that...that Damien and Margaret are lovers?"

"I mean exactly that my dear Colin, and what's more she's pregnant and Colin is daddy."

"Damien has made Margaret pregnant, but she's his aunt, he can't..."

"Oh yes he can and he has. And so you'll understand that it's unlikely that we'll be seeing Damien for a while."

His penis out of her vagina Colin's sperm began to leak out of her, and rose to the surface of the water to make glutinous patches. Wendy plunged a finger into one of the patches and a strand of sperm clung to it. Holding it up in front of Colin she said, "Had it occurred to you that you might be a daddy too?"




Coincidence?



Colin's eyes opened wide as he gasped, "You don't mean you might..."

Wendy smiled at him and said, "I'm not on the pill, and you didn't see me insert an IUD did you, and I didn't see you put on a condom and I assume you haven't had a vasectomy and so, yes I might be. But don't worry, I shan't expect you to marry me or hand out money. You might not want to do the first and I know you can't do the second, and so;" she stopped short and then added, "So we might as well enjoy ourselves."

This was sexual freedom that Colin had never known before. The other women and girls he had experienced had all insisted on the utmost precautions to prevent pregnancy, but Wendy was offering him the freedom of her body with no barriers. It was as if she wanted him to impregnate her. This was heaven beyond his wildest imagining.

He was still supporting her, and so he lifted her up to sit on the edge of the spa with her lower legs still in the water; he parted them to expose her genitals to his gaze.

As he stood before her it was Wendy's turn to become unsure.

"What are you going to do to me?" she asked apprehensively.

Colin, now confident that he was in control said, "I'm going to smell and taste you, and then I'm taking you to bed and I'm going to fuck you until you beg for mercy."

Wendy had only once experienced oral sex and that had been experimental on her part. The man had been Damien's father, and he only tasted her briefly and expressed revulsion. After that Wendy had never tried to have oral sex again, believing that all men would be disgusted. 

She believed there was still residual sperm in her vagina plus her own female discharge and she could not believe that Colin would find it other than unpleasant and it might ruin their new relationship that had barely begun.

Wendy was torn between the desire to experience cunnilingus and her fear of Colin rebuffing her. She clamped her hands over her genitals saying, "No...no...don't do it to me," but Colin was determined. After a little resistance Wendy surrendered and he managed to gently remove her hands.

He began to stroke with his tongue the long cleft of her vulva as Wendy looked down at him in wonder. Was he really enjoying doing this to her? 

As if in response to that question his tongue went in deeper, licking her soft inner lips and then penetrating beyond into her vagina. Wendy gave herself up to his stimulating and the intense pleasure it was starting to give her. 

At first uncertain she placed her legs over his shoulders and her hands either side of his head, but when his tongue found that sensitive centre of pleasure, her clitoris, her hands went behind his head, holding him to her and as she began to judder with increasing violence she began to cry out. 

There are women who as they feel their orgasm approaching both dread its intensity and yet long for its gratification. Wendy sensed that her approaching orgasm was to be the most violent she had ever known, and she began with conflicting cries to beg for she knew not what.

"No...no...don't do it to me...you're making me cum...I don't want...aah...yes...yes...no... stop...stop...oh no...oh oh oh aah..."

She climaxed clutching at Colin, raking his back with her nails, and then it happened, another new experience. There was a sudden spurt of fluid from her vagina, a female ejaculation that covered Colin's face. Slowly she began to subside, her cries falling away to a murmur.

"Oh Colin...Colin, what have you done to me...what have you done?"

Colin stood as Wendy slipped from the edge of the spa and she was in his arms weakly sobbing.

The words rose up in Colin's throat, words he had only ever spoken before sexual intercourse, words intended to persuade the woman, but now they came after the event; "I love you Wendy."

"Take me to bed and make me beg for mercy," Wendy whispered.

* * * * * * * *

Making Wendy beg for mercy proved to be a vain boast on Colin's part; on the contrary it was he who almost begged for mercy as he tried to satisfy an apparently insatiable Wendy. 

It was almost inevitable that Colin spent the rest of his parents' absence living with Wendy, although to must be said that Colin did have work to do. A USB and a case full of books solved that problem and Wendy proved to be an inspiration.

"No work, no sex," she declared. I suppose that comes into the category of the carrot and stick approach, or reward and punishment. It was amazing how assiduously Colin applied himself to his studies, and how frequently he got his reward.

It was almost inevitable that fertile Wendy became pregnant and this set in motion a number of problems.

Colin, finding himself to be in love with Wendy wanted to marry her, but being a bit old fashioned he pointed out that he did not have the money to support her and the coming child.

Wendy, who was undoubtedly enamoured of her young lover, brushed this aside. It was then that Colin learned the story behind Wendy's apparent prosperity.

"Damien's father," she said. "We were very young and his parents very rich. They paid up big time to get their darling boy off the paternal hook, and so, dear Colin, money doesn't come into it. The question is, do you really want to marry me, "I'm a lot older than you and...?"

"Yes, I want to marry you," Colin interrupted hastily.

Had that been the only problem all would have been well, but it wasn't the only problem. There was Damien's objection to having a stepfather his own age but since he was his aunt's lover his arguments lacked force.

Then there were Colin's parents who at first were appalled that he made Wendy pregnant and horrified that he intended to marry her. At first they thought that it was Wendy blackmailing Colin into marrying her, but when it became clear that these were two people deeply in love they relented, even if a little reluctantly. 

A coincidence, or is their a higher power? I don't know the answer to that, but whatever it was it brought two people together who seemed to belong together. 

Perhaps the three children they now have is really the answer to the question! 



Coincidence



A consensual adult incest fantasy by Edward Raymond Oliver Scott, a.k.a. Eroscott and E. R. O. Scott. If you don't like long, full stories, give this a pass and read someone else. This one is over 82,000 words long.

Two women, one mature, one young have, coincidentally masturbated with very large cucumbers. They each find a man, a close loved one, who has a cock to rival any cucumber they have ever masturbated with and the fun begins.

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Chapter 1.

Noah Donovan was spending a boring Friday night at home with his mother. He had done this plenty of times before he met Sophie; then, for several months, Friday nights had been fun, magical even. Now, however, they had broken up. It had happened the previous Wednesday and he just knew she was spreading the word to her friends. They would tell their boyfriends and, if he'd gone out, he would have faced a lot of humiliating jokes. Better to be sitting here on the couch with his mom watching a movie. Maybe by the time he got to school Monday morning it wouldn't be too bad. He hoped.

Noah's mother, Lorraine, but known to everyone as Lori, was sitting on the other end of the couch. She had her smart phone out and was exchanging text messages with her sister. They had grown up in rural Missouri where Connie still lived. Lori had married her husband, Gary, immediately upon graduating from college and now lived in River City, California.

Lori's husband was away on another overseas business trip. He was an expert on commercial printing machines and had been sent to Singapore again. He wouldn't be back before the following Friday.

That was okay with Lori. She loved her husband; he was a good man, a loving and caring man, and he was a damned good provider. They could live comfortably on his salary alone, but Lori hadn't been cut out to be the cooking, baking, decorating little housewife. She was the vice president in charge of operations at a local credit union. But with Gary gone, she could indulge in her favorite sexual pastime: masturbating with cucumbers. And these weren't just any old cucumbers. Lori picked out the longest and thickest ones she could find in the fresh produce section of the supermarket where she shopped.

As much as Lori loved her husband, and she did love him dearly, his dick was only 5-1/2 inches long when fully erect and it wasn't particularly thick either. She could and did have pleasurable sex with Gary and he didn't have a problem going down on her. If fact he loved to lick and suck on her pussy and make her come before he fucked her.

Early in their marriage she'd suggested anal sex, thinking that his cock would feel pretty good in her back passage. He had rejected that idea out of hand. To him, anal sex was disgusting. So, while masturbating one time while Gary was gone on a business trip, Lori had selected an anal sex video on the Internet. What she saw amazed her. A petite blonde teen taking a really big cock up her ass, deep, and it looked convincingly like she was actually enjoying it. Later, Lori found other videos of the same woman and in them she was anally masturbating with really big dildos.

That convinced Lori to try it out with her big cucumbers. At first she used her fingers and a smaller cucumber, but finally, after a lot of practice and well-lubed probing, she'd managed to fuck her ass with one of her big cucumbers... and had an intense, squirting orgasm. After that, she was hooked. Anal masturbation, after a small enema or two, was part of her masturbation practices. Not every time, just when she got a special feeling for it. Also, she would sometimes go to a spa in town to get a colon cleansing, then come home and give herself several large enemas to thoroughly clean her colon and rectum. Then she would do ass-to-mouth with the cucumber, like she'd seen in some of the anal sex videos that she watched... only there it had been a real cock going from the woman's ass to her mouth.

Lori didn't own any dildos now. That was why she used cucumbers. Early in their relationship Lori had shown Gary her dildo collection. It had shocked him and their fledgling romance had nearly crashed. But Gary had so many other good aspects to him, compared to most men she'd dated, that Lori worked hard to repair the damage. She got rid of her dildos and nothing was ever said about it again.

For all reasons except in the marital bed, Lori didn't regret marrying Gary, but she did enjoy the times when he was away on business, be it overnight or, like now, for a week. Then she would be sure to stop at the supermarket and pick up one or two of the biggest cucumbers they were selling. When Gary got home the cucumbers would either have been washed and eaten, or ready to go in a salad, or sliced and soaking in a vinegar, sugar, and spice marinade. It was hard, sometimes, to keep a straight face when her husband and son were eating the cucumber that she had recently fucked her pussy with, or even her ass, bringing herself to several orgasms.

While Noah's mother was texting—neither one of them were paying much attention to the spy thriller movie on the big flat screen TV—he had his tablet held so his mother couldn't see its screen and was checking out a couple of his favorite porn sites. Of course, he had to have the sound off and he was ever ready to click out of whatever he was watching in case his mother was curious or got up and moved in his direction.

Doing this with his mother on the other end of the couch was daring and exciting to him and he had a partial hard-on... not that he thought of his mother in an overtly sexual way. He knew she was an attractive woman and looked really good in a bikini, but she was, after all, his mother. Now if she hadn't been his mother... but then they wouldn't be sitting here on the couch together on a Friday night.

Like most teenaged boys, his hormones were raging. He masturbated every chance he could when he was sure he wouldn't get caught. He had just turned 18 years old and hadn't gotten laid yet. He wanted to in the worst way, of course, but he'd always been shy around girls and tended to be a loner on top of that. Another part of his problem was that in the boys' showers in the school gym Noah had gotten the nickname of Donkey Dick because his flaccid penis was much longer than the other boys. It made him self conscious and unsure of himself.

Noah had never had a girlfriend until he met Sophie. She'd been somewhat of a loner, also. But that was mainly due to the fact that she had been a late bloomer—kind of skinny, kind of geeky looking with glasses. Now, two years after they'd started dating, she'd blossomed into quite an attractive young woman. Her body had filled out nicely and her parents had gotten her contact lenses to wear. Other boys started taking notice of her and a couple of the girls from the snootier cliques started talking to her. Well, she was a straight A student, after all.

Like all teens, Noah and Sophie made out—kissing, caressing, exploring, but not going too far. Noah had come home from a date with Sophie more than once with his balls aching and needing to jerk off as soon as he got to his room. But they'd never gone beyond making out, mainly because Sophie wasn't sure if she wanted to take the next step and partly because of her religious beliefs. Then, last Wednesday Noah thought the time had come. That was two days ago.

Sophie's parents had gone out for their anniversary dinner. Her brother was in the Army and her sister was out of state in college. They had her parents' house to themselves for at least three or four hours.

However, when she saw the size of his hard cock, Sophie had freaked out. His cock was 10 inches long when fully erect and 7 1/4 inches in circumference. Sophie was a virgin, too, and once she saw the size of Noah's cock she wouldn't let him near her.

Noah tried to talk her into jacking him off or sucking him off, saying he would go down on her.

"What for?" had been Sophie's sharp reply. "I'm never going to fuck that monster!"

Noah had gotten angry, mostly out of frustration, and said some things he really hadn't meant. But once out of the mouth, words you later wish you hadn't said are impossible to take back. Sophie had kicked him out of the house and told him they were through.

So now, here he was, sitting at home with his mother on a Friday night. Noah sighed.

"What?" Lori asked her son. She had stopped texting her sister and was now paying attention to the movie.

"What?" Noah asked, puzzled.

Lori looked over at her son. "You just sighed a big sigh. And you're home on a Friday night. Although, it's nice to have you here, dear," Lori added. "And you seem, well, kind of sad. So I asked what. As in, what's the problem son?"

"Oh, it's nothing, Mom, really."

"Well I think it's more than nothing, Noah. I'm your mother. You can talk to me about your problems. So why don't you stop looking at porn and tell me."

"What?" Noah quickly changed what he was watching—a really cute blonde girl sucking on a big cock—and gave his mother a surprised look mixed with more than a little embarrassment.

"Noah, you're an 18-year old male and you have access to the Internet. And you've been giving me quick little furtive glances from time-to-time. So, yeah, you've been watching porn. And, hey, here's a news flash: I really don't mind just as long as you realize that porn isn't reality. It's not how real sex in the real world works." Lori paused, thinking of her cucumber desire, as she called it. "Well, at least most of the time for most of the people. And I also don't mind if you watch porn as long as you don't try and force yourself on some girl."

Lori paused again, giving her son a look. "Oh shit! You didn't try something with Sophie... like... like, well, forcing yourself on her, did you?"

"Oh God, no, Mom. I'd never do that!" Noah exclaimed.

"But it is about Sophie, isn't it, Noah?"

Noah sighed again. He nodded. "Yeah, we broke up on Wednesday."

"Wow! I'm sorry, son. But that's no reason to be moping around the house with your mother on a Friday night."

"Uh..." Was all Noah could sputter.

"There's more to it, isn't there? You can tell me, Noah. Maybe I can help." Lori set her smart phone down on the end table then scooted over close to her son. She put an arm around his neck and gave him a hug.

"Actually, Mom, I can't. It's... well, it's pretty personal." Noah was getting embarrassed just thinking about it.

"Well, if it's not about sex—"

"I didn't say that, Mom," Noah blurted and was immediately sorry.

Lori pulled her head back a bit and raised her eyebrows. "So it's about sex, but it's not that you tried to force yourself on Sophie, right?"

"Mom, can we just drop it?"

Lori kept looking at her son expectantly, noticing that he was blushing.

"Oh! Oh, Noah, that happens. Sometimes men, for a whole bunch of reason, can't... well, you know... uh... perform.

"What?" Noah cried out. He gave his mother a puzzled, frowning look.

"Can't perform? Uh, no. That's not the problem." He should have stopped there but he didn't. "I can perform just fine, Mom, maybe too good. Maybe, when I graduate from high school, I should just skip college and go to Los Angeles and get in the porn business." And then he did stop, realizing that he was saying way too much.

Lori scooted closer to her son and got both of her arms around him to give him an even stronger hug. She didn't think of how her left breast was also squeezing her son's upper arm and how that would affect him.

"Come on, Noah, it can't be that bad. You can tell me. I've got a little experience, you know. I'm sure I can help you out. I hate seeing you all down and sad."

Noah definitely felt his mother's breast pushing against his upper arm. But since it was his mother's breast he felt conflicted about whether to enjoy the contact or to try and shift away.

"Please, honey, talk to me," Lori said.

Noah took in a big breath, held it for a second, then let it out noisily. "Okay Mom. I'll tell you. But don't get all angry with me or go running and screaming from the room, okay?"

Lori gave her son a bemused look and smiled. "Of course not, honey."

"My cock's too big," Noah blurted. There, he'd said it. He wondered how his mother would react.

Lori thought she hadn't heard her son correctly. She ran it back through her mind. He said his cock was too big? She swallowed and wondered, how big is too big?

"Uh, you and Sophie broke up because your, uh, cock's too big?" Lori asked. She thought of the cucumbers she'd masturbated with over the years... and the one she had waiting in the crisper of the refrigerator right now.

"Well, dear, you can't be that big," she thought of her husband, Noah's father, and his 5-1/2 inch cock, dear man that he was. And then her eyes went wide. She remembered a snatch of conversation she'd overheard when she was just 10 or 11 years old. Her mother was on the phone to her sister, Aunt Caroline. She heard her mother saying that Jim, Lori's father, was hung like a horse but knew how to use it without hurting a girl.

Then she remembered all the nights that her sister, Connie, and she would hear strange noises coming from their parents' bedroom and giggling about it. They knew just enough to be pretty sure that their parents were making love—fucking, as Lori, the oldest, said just to be shocking.

Noah frowned when he saw his mother's surprised look on her face. "Yes, Mom, I can be that big."

Lori was still thinking of overhearing her mother on the phone and wondering just how big was a man who was hung like a horse.

"Yes, of course, dear," she said distractedly. Then she focused on her son. Could he be hung like a horse, too?

Lori was instantly curious... terribly curious. She cleared her throat. "So, Noah, have you ever, um, you know... measured yourself?"

Noah blushed again. "Yes," he said in a quiet voice.

"Well that's okay, honey. So, uh, just how big are you, anyway?"

Noah gave his mother a look. It seemed like she was really interested in how big his cock was. Were there women, other than porn stars, real women, who actually did like big dicks, he wondered? He could feel his cock starting to react.

"You really want to know, Mom?" He noticed that now his mother looked embarrassed.

"Yes, dear, I do." Lori said rather quietly. Her heart was beating hard in her chest. She shouldn't be having this conversation with her son... but she was.

"I'm 10 inches long when fully hard," Noah said simple.

"Oh my," was his mother's response, that and possibly a small, quick smile.

Lori needed to know more. She didn't want to freak her son out but she plowed ahead anyway. "And, uh, how about thickness...? Uh, you know, girth? How big around?" Lori couldn't believe she was asking her son this, but it seemed important and, hell, she'd already asked him how long his cock was. Still, she felt lightness in her stomach.

Noah's mouth dropped open but he didn't say anything for a couple of seconds. This conversation with his mother about his cock was definitely starting to turn him on. She was his mother but she seemed to have a strong interest in his cock's length and thickness. He wondered if she liked big cocks. Did his dad have one? Was his mother a freak? Was she thinking about...? No she couldn't be, could she? That would be too weird and, well, just a little sick, wouldn't it? But he realized that he was obviously beginning to react to his mother in a sexual way because of her questions—if the fact that his cock was continuing to expand was any indication—so it didn't seem so far fetched that she might be having similar thoughts.

She was a pretty woman, not drop-dead gorgeous by any means, but definitely not ugly or even plain. She had a nice figure; when he'd seen her in bikinis, actually, really nice. She had nearly straight black hair cut a couple of inches below her ears and pale blue eyes and a cute nose. And now that he was paying attention to her physically, in a sexual way, he noticed that her lower lip was full and well-shaped, the upper lip not quite as full but just as well-shaped. All in all, he thought, a mouth he would like to kiss... if it hadn't been his mother's mouth, that is.

Noah couldn't believe that he was thinking of his mother this way, sexually, but damn, he wanted to get laid so badly. He might, he thought, just might be able to consider having sex with his mother. As if, he told himself, she would actually go for something like that. I need to stop thinking such perverted thoughts.

But then Noah thought that if his dad had a big dick, why would his mother be so interested in his? And then it hit him. Dad doesn't have a big dick... and Mom wants one. But if Dad doesn't have a big dick, how'd I end up with one. One so big it scared Sophie away.

"Well Mom, if you must know," Noah said with a bit of a mischievous smile now that he'd realized his mother might have a personal interest in the size of his cock, "its 7-1/4 inches in circumference. That's, uh... that's like nearly 2-1/3 inches in diameter." He paused and saw that his mother was hanging on his every word. "That is, if it were a perfect circle, which it isn't." He smiled to himself. His mother seemed mesmerized. "It's a bit wider from side to side than it is from top to bottom."

When they had started getting specific about her son's cock measurements, Lori had taken her arm from around her son's shoulders and scooted back just a little to sit at an angle on the couch so she could look straight into her son's eyes. Now, after a momentary pause, she gave her head a little shake.

"My, then," she said, and tried to look serious rather than excited, "that is a big cock. And I can see where a girl like Sophie might be afraid of it."

Lori gave her son a small smile. He gave her a blank look in return, waiting to see what his mother would say next.

"There are, Noah, women who, uh, well, wouldn't act like Sophie did. Who would actually appreciate a man as well-endowed as you are." She smiled again, nervously, and she realized that her pussy was getting wet.

"Yeah, maybe Mom. But the way I see it, I could be a 40-year old virgin by the time I meet one of those women."

Now Lori smiled coyly. "Oh you never know, son. You never know."

By now, Noah's cock was getting quite hard and even though he was wearing loose clothing—flannel pajama bottoms and boxers, and a T-shirt—he needed to shift his cock so that it was straight and comfortable. He decided to put his mother to a test.

Noah set his tablet down on the end table. "Excuse me, Mom, but all this talk about, well, my cock size and women who might like it has, uh, has uh... well, to be truthful, I'm getting hard and I have to shift my cock." He had noticed that his mother's eyes had strayed to his crotch a couple of times while they'd been talking and no doubt could see the huge bulge in his pajama.

Noah shifted his hips and reached down to straighten his cock so that it lay alongside his left thigh.

Lori almost gasped. Noah wasn't kidding, she told herself, his cock has to be every bit as big as he says it is. She felt her pussy getting even wetter. She realized that she wanted to see her son's hard cock, free it from his pajamas and even...

Several thoughts were running through her head. I can't. This is my son. But he has such a big cock! God I would love to see what it's like! He's a boy. No, he's a man, legally. He's 18. It would be incest! Really, Lori, could you really fuck your son? I don't know? Maybe I could close my eyes and pretend it's someone else? And then what would you do afterwards and you open your eyes again? I don't know.

Oh, but it would be heavenly to feel such a huge cock fucking me and ever so worth it... if only he would agree to it... not be horrified or disgusted. I've never cheated on my husband! Would this really be cheating? Who are you trying to kid, Lori? Fucking someone other than your husband is cheating, even if it is your son. Hell, that would even be worse in Gary's mind. Gary doesn't have to find out. We'll be careful. Gary's gone a lot. Noah and I can have sex then. Can I do it? Can I actually cheat on Gary and commit incest with my son... assuming he wants to do it too... assuming I really want to? Do I? Can I?




Coincidence



Lori's mouth was dry and she swallowed and tried to work up some saliva. She knew instinctively, before she'd consciously decided, that she wanted to see her son's naked, hard cock and after that...? Well she didn't know.

"Noah," Lori said lightly, her heart beating hard in her chest.

"Yes?" Noah saw that his mother was flushing and he noticed that her nipples were hard under her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra.

"Could I—" She paused and took a deep breath then let it out. "Could I see your cock? Could you stand up and, you know, show me your cock?"

Noah now knew that his father didn't have a big cock and that his mother, for whatever reason, desired big cock. He looked at his mother's face. If I don't think of her as my mother, but as someone else's mother, would I want to fuck her? he asked himself. It was hard to put himself beyond his innate emotional attachment to her as his mother and think of this situation logically, hard but not impossible for a horny 18-year old just dying to get laid. Hell yes! He told himself. If this is leading up to sex then I'm going for it. I don't care if I lose my cherry with my mom as long as I lose it. He felt a delicious shiver of anticipation shoot through his body.

Noah smiled at his mother. She smiled back, nervously, still not knowing what she was going to do.

Noah stood up and pushed his pajama bottoms and boxers down over his hips to mid-thigh and held his T-shirt up out of the way. His erection swung up and sideways, back and forth, as soon it was freed. It was very hard now. The cock head was fully swollen and the veins under the skin were bulging from the pressure of the blood in his cock. Noah was very turned on by this unexpected turn of events. Exposing himself to his mother like this, at her request, of course, excited him even more.

Lori gasped and automatically reached out to grasp her son's huge cock without thinking. She just wanted to grab hold of that monster cock and feel it... do more than just feel it. She hesitated and looked up at Noah.

"Go ahead, Mom," he told her with a small smile. His outward calm did not reflect the sexual excitement that was coursing through his body. He couldn't believe he was doing this, that his mother was doing this. Noah was trembling slightly.

Lori was still not sure of what she was doing or what she was going to do. Her son's cock was so big and beautiful and she desperately wanted to feel it fucking her, filling her, making her come. But this was her son. What could she do?

Lori grasped Noah's cock with her right hand. She closed her fingers around as much of it as she could. She grasped it with her left hand also. Both hands only covered half, or less, of its length. The skin of it felt hot to her touch, but soft, and under the skin her son's cock was completely rigid. It felt wonderful in her hand and her heart started to pound a little harder in her chest.

She didn't think she could take the whole length of it in her pussy... if she decided to fuck her son... if he agreed to fuck her. But, like the cucumbers she masturbated with, of which she could shove about 8 inches in her pussy, it wasn't the length so much, although that was important, too. She liked how they stretched the length of her pussy almost to the point of pain as she shoved them deep inside her body. Most importantly, though, was the thickness of her son's cock. That really excited her. Lori almost moaned, thinking about how it would stretch her vaginal opening so very tightly.

She tugged on her son's cock and pulled him a step closer to her. Her mouth was partly open and her breathing was shallow and rapid. Her son's cock head was inches from her mouth. She could see a big clear drop of pre-cum oozing out of the end of it. She stroked up on Noah's cock with both hands and his pre-cum, the first big drop and then more, began to flow out of his urethra.

Without thinking, Lori leaned forward and slipped her mouth over her son's huge swollen cock head and slurped up his pre-cum. Then she began sucking on his glans and sliding her tongue back and forth on the underside of his cock at the sensitive spot just below where the rim of his little, well, actually big, helmet curved up towards his urethral opening.

Noah gasped from amazement and pleasure. His mother mouth felt so wet and warm and silky smooth and her tongue was doing amazing things to his cock. He'd never imagined that a cocksucking mouth could feel so good.

He looked down at his mother. Her eyes were closed and she was sucking and licking on his glans and down just a little bit on his shaft. Her lips were stretched wide and her mouth was stuffed full of his big cock. It was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen in the world. And then his cock twitched and twitched again.

"Ahhhggg!" Noah cried out and he began shooting spurt after spurt of cum into his mother's mouth as a great and intense orgasm took him. His body shuddered with wonderful pleasure, but one part of his brain was awake and aware: So this is what a bj feels like... good, so damned good... so much better than beating off.

Noah's breath came out shaky as his orgasm began to fade. He gasped and his body shook involuntarily as his mother's mouth continued to work over his sensitized cock head. She milked his cock for every last drop of his cum, slurped it up and swallowed it down.

Chapter 2.

Lori felt giddy, dizzy. She hadn't planned on sucking her son's cock and making him come. But once she took his cock into her mouth, she realized that he would probably come quickly, being an inexperienced boy, she also realized that she better get ready to swallow. Either that or get up quickly and run for the kitchen sink. Probably not a good lesson for a boy's first BJ. Lori wasn't a big fan of swallowing cum, but she had done it more than once. She mentally shrugged and got ready for it.

No, she hadn't planned on sucking her son's cock, but once she'd seen with her own eyes just how big it was, once she had her hands around it, once she saw his pre-cum oozing out of his urethra, she was like a woman possessed. She had to get her mouth around it. She had to lick it and suck it. Here was an answer to her dreams: A huge cock attached to a nice-looking young man with a strong and powerful body. Someone whose cock could stretch and fill her pussy like she wanted to be stretched and filled and fuck her to her heart's content.

Noah was a sprinter on his school's track team. His body, like most sprinters, was powerfully built. He did high intensity interval training three times a week and lifted weights, too. Plus, his father had been a collegiate boxer with a few trophies to his name and had been giving Noah boxing lessons since he was 13 years old. They had a heavy bag and a speed bag in a shed in the back yard, plus a full set of free weights.

Noah had black hair like his mother that he kept cut very short all over. He also had blue eyes, but a darker shade than his mother's pale blue ones. And, unlike many teen-agers, Noah had a clear complexion. He had a broken nose and a noticeable scar on his left cheek from a skateboarding accident. He wasn't exactly a handsome boy, but he had a calm, assured air about himself and a winning smile when he wanted to flash it. All in all, Lori thought her son was an attractive young man.

He wasn't the most popular kid in school. He had just a few friends and they weren't part of the "in-crowd." Besides which, other than the track team, he didn't participate in any other sports, especially football or basketball, which probably would have made him more popular. Noah preferred to be on his laptop or his tablet and was planning on studying computer sciences in college with an eye to becoming a programmer for some up and coming Silicon Valley company. He even thought that with one good idea and persistence, he might start up his own company.

That Noah had a girl friend at all had pleased Lori. But now, now that they had broken up and all because of her son's huge cock... well, Lori thought, all the better for me. Still, one part of her mind was shocked at what she had just done and at what she was hoping to do.

Lori looked up at her son. "I guess you rather liked that, eh?"

"Oh Mom," Noah dropped to his knees and put his hands on his mother's shoulders, "that was the most fantastic thing I've ever felt. Thank you. Thank you, Mom."

Noah surprised his mother then as he put his hands to her face and pulled her to him to kiss her on the mouth. At first she froze, but Noah was pressing his lips against hers firmly and she could feel the tip of his tongue. Well, God, girl, don't be an irrational prude, she told herself. You just sucked his cock you might as well kiss him.

Lori put her arms around her son and opened her lips and her mouth to him. They kissed sweetly for several seconds.

"Mmm, that was nice, Noah." Lori was surprised that kissing her son would feel so good and further excite her sexually, but it did.

"You like how I kiss, Mom?"

"Yes, I do." Lori put her one hand on the side of his head and one behind it and kissed him again, a long delicious kiss.

"Oh my," Lori said when she pulled her lips away. Her pussy, which had gotten wet when she first began to touch then suck her son's cock, was now drenched.

"God Mom, kissing you is making my cock hard again," Noah said.

Noah's mind analyzed how it felt to kiss his mother. Once he'd started it hadn't felt weird at all, although, when he knew he was going to kiss her, it did have a bit of the weirdness factor to it. Actually, it had felt good and exciting how her lips had pressed against his and how her tongue had moved with and around his. Her mouth, her tongue had tasted good to him, also. Sophie was the only other female he'd kissed like that and, all things considered, and maybe he was being prejudiced because of the breakup, but he thought he liked kissing his mother more. Of course, it could be the fact that it was his mother he was kissing, that he wasn't supposed to be kissing his mother like that, and that the kiss had been good—great even.

Lori was thinking much the same things about kissing her son as he was about kissing her. She'd enjoyed it immensely, too. Sucking her son's cock, swallowing his cum, then having him kiss her like a lover—with her kissing him back just as ardently—had her sexual engines revved up. But now she wanted more.

"Come on, Noah, stretch out on the couch and get more comfortable," Lori suggested. She helped him step out of his pajamas and boxers. "Stretch out and let me help your cock get even harder." She was pleased that their kissing was affecting her son that way. But then he was young and full of cum and could probably get a hard-on if the breeze blew just right, she told herself.

"Listen, Noah. What I just did... well, a lot of people would think that it was bad, really bad. In fact, I... well both of us could be arrested if the police ever found out what I just did. And..." Lori was saying this as her right hand squeezed and lightly stroked Noah cock, watching it getting harder and harder as she did.

"I know, Mom. It's called incest, us having sex together."

Yeah, Lori thought, I've committed incest. And even though my son isn't a minor, the authorities would probably put most of the blame on me... which, I guess would only be right. Noah didn't come on to me. I came on to him.

"How do you feel about that, Noah?"

"I think it's great, Mom. I mean, what you did just now. I've never had a girl... woman do that to me and it felt so damned good. I don't think it's bad at all. I mean, I know about sex and, yeah, I watch porn and yeah I really wanted you to do more than look at my cock or just touch it. Believe me, Mom, if I thought that what you did was bad in an absolute sense, well hell, I never would have dropped my pants. I mean, sure people would think it's immoral but, hell, we're not hurting anyone. We're both adults. Don't we have the right to do what we want? I guess what I'm trying to say is that, you know, I think, or rather, I hope that we might, you know, do more?"

"More?" Lori smiled at her son.

"Yeah, like, you know, uh..."

"Fuck," Lori said.

Noah grinned. "Yeah, like fuck. Or, not like fuck, but really fuck. Do you want me to fuck you Mom?" Noah's heart was racing now, talking so openly and bluntly about having sex with his mother.

Lori's heart was racing just as hard. Here it was, the crux of the situation, to continue where her precipitous action of sucking her son's cock was leading them, or not. She took a deep breath and tried to slow her heartbeat and then she grinned. She knew, without a doubt what she wanted and, it seemed, so did her son.

"Yes, Noah, I want us to fuck... a lot. But, Noah, you know this has to be a secret. Absolutely no one must know about it, right? Not even your father. Especially not your father."

Noah nodded and looked serious. "Yeah, Mom, I know. First, I definitely don't want us to get arrested. Second, I'd hate for Dad to find out because I'm sure he would be really upset and even hurt. And, third, well, think of all the teasing I would get if anyone found out about this. All the guys would be laughing at me and calling me a motherfucker... and the girls..." He stopped and thought about how the girls he knew would react if anyone found out he and his mother had sex. They would treat him like he had AIDS, or worse.

"So, son, do you really want to be a motherfucker?" Lori said mischievously but with a hopeful look in her eyes.

"You know I do, Mom. I mean, in the worst way. But, uh, I've got to ask something."

"Okay, what's that?"

"Well, actually, two questions."

"Okay."

"First, I don't want to get you pregnant..."

Lori smiled at her son sweetly. "I love you son. That's a very responsible thing to be concerned about and I'm so proud of you for asking. However, your birth was... well, it was difficult and the doctor thought another pregnancy could be even worse. After you were two years old, a beautiful healthy toddler, I had my tubes tied."

Noah gave his mother a questioning look.

"That means I can't get pregnant, dear."

"Oh. Oh, well, great then." Noah grinned.

And what was your other question, Noah?"

Noah hesitated. "Uh... does Dad... or rather, Dad doesn't have a big dick, does he?"

The mention of her husband sent a twinge of guilt through Lori. "I won't lie to you, Noah. Your dad has a... well, a small to medium sized cock." She was trying to put the best light on it that she could.

"So where did I get my huge cock then?"

"I think that comes from my side of the family. When I was a little girl I once heard my mother talking on the phone and saying that my father was hung like a horse."

"Oh. Well then, have you ever had a big cock, big like mine?"

"In college I had one or two lovers who were pretty good sized, but nothing compared to you, Noah."

"So, just curious, but what's with it, with your, uh, fascination with a cock as big as mine. Not that I'm complaining, Mom. I mean, I'm really, really glad you like it."

Lori chuckled. "Cucumbers," she said.

"Cucumbers?" Noah frowned.

"Yeah cucumbers. You know those big cucumbers I buy at the grocery store?"

"Uh-huh," Noah was beginning to get the idea and gave his mother a smile.

"Well, when your father is away on trips, like he is now, I masturbate with them." She paused and gave her son a look. "And then I wash them off and put them into our salads."

Noah's mouth dropped open then he laughed. "No way! Really, Mom?

"Yep. You and your father and I, have eaten many a well-fucked cucumber. Do you have a problem with that?"

"Hell no! It's kinky and perverse... kind of, but in a good way." He paused for a second then grinned. "So, what you're saying is that my cock is as big as one of those big cucumbers you buy?"

"Maybe bigger," Lori grinned back at her son.

"Okay then, what does that make me? Mr. Cucumber Cock?

Both mother and son laughed.

"Yeah, kind of," Lori said. "Except your cock isn't green and it's warm and the skin over its hardness is soft and... and it shoots your sweet cum in my mouth." Okay, she thought. Noah's cum wasn't sweet. No man's cum was. But, all things considered, it hadn't been as bad as she usually perceived it. Besides, Gary shot his cum into her mouth all the time and she swallowed because she knew that's what he wanted her to do. Yeah, she'd swallow her son's cum again... the next time she sucked his cock to orgasm.

By now Lori's squeezing, stroking hand had made Noah's cock fully hard again. Lori looked at it with pure lust in her eyes. Then she looked back at her son.

"Noah, I want you to understand that all women don't have small pussies, like all men don't have big cocks. I seem to have the capacity for bigger rather than smaller, if you understand what I'm saying. And this big boy will pretty much stretch me to the max," Lori said. She was really looking forward to just how good her son's huge cock would feel fucking her.

Noah smiled and nodded. "Well then, that's a good thing... for you and me, right?"

"Right, son. And remember, there are other women out there who would just love to take you on and your huge cock." Lori thought of her sister Connie. Both of them had been into masturbating with big cucumbers when they were teenagers. "So don't give up hope. What I mean, Noah, is that eventually you'll find a woman who won't be scared off by the size of your cock. In fact, you'll probably find more than one. You're young yet, be patient."

"You mean finding a woman like you, Mom?"

"Yeah, but I'm talking about a girlfriend who might just become your wife. But that's years off." She smiled at her son. "I'm here now and I want both of us to enjoy having sex for a long time, if that's okay with you?

"Oh hell yes, Mom!" Noah answered. He was really excited now. This wasn't going to be a one-time thing. His mom wanted to be his lover for, well, years maybe. He was all for that.

Lori realized that she'd cross a line when she sucked Noah's cock and swallowed his cum: an oversexed mother who was enthralled by the thought of fucking a very big dick, taking advantage of her teenaged son who thought he would never get laid because of his enormous cock. She also realized that she could stop right now. Apologize to Noah. Tell him why it was terribly wrong of her to have done what she did. And tell him there would be no more sex between them.

She could... but she didn't want to. First of all, other than cheating on her husband with their son, no one was getting hurt.

Second, she was sure that Gary, on his long trips to foreign countries, used local call girl or escort services. He might not have a huge cock like his son but he sure liked sex and wasn't shy in letting Lori know it when he was home. Of course, Lori was basing this on a gut feeling. It was something in the way he acted upon coming home and the gifts he brought her. And then there had been a time or two at company Christmas parties when a coworker and fellow traveler had made comments that seemed to confirm her beliefs and also seemed to make Gary just a little uncomfortable. So, on balance, if Gary was fucking foreign women and not telling her, then fine. And if Lori was fucking their son and not telling him, that would be fine too.

Third, the incest aspect of it, now that she knew she wanted her son to be her lover, didn't bother her either. Okay, she told herself, friends, neighbors, coworkers, society in general would be horrified to find out she and her son were lovers. But they didn't need to find out. And really, they were just two adults who wanted to give each other pleasure and love through sex, not hurting anyone, and definitely not going to destroy society. Further, Noah couldn't get her pregnant. So, in sum, it was no one's business but their own whether they were lovers or not




Coincidence



Lori also realized that having sex with her son was an opportunity to teach him about a woman's body, how to please a woman, and how to make him a good and caring lover. Again, sex with her son wouldn't hurt anyone and it would give Noah a big boost in his self-esteem and give them both plenty of pleasure to boot. Why should that be wrong just because they were mother and son?

Okay Lori, she told herself, now that you've nicely rationalize why committing incest with your son is okay, let's get on with it.

"But right now, son," Lori paused to lean down and take the swollen head of her son's huge cock into her mouth again, making him gasp with delicious pleasure, then just as quickly she pulled her mouth off of it. "I think we ought to get into my bedroom, get out of our clothes and see how your wonderfully big cock fits in my pussy."

Lori stood up to let her son get up off the couch.

Noah grinned, stood up, and quickly stripped off his T-shirt.

Oh my, Lori thought, as her breath caught in her throat. She hadn't seen her son much lately without his shirt, or hadn't paid attention. And now, being totally naked in front of her, the full impact of just what a hunk he was hit her hard... and made her pussy even wetter. He was hard muscle everywhere without being hypertrophied, just a beautiful, muscular male body without an ounce of fat on him. God he's gorgeous... well his body is. He's not a typically handsome young man, but he's not ugly by any mean. And with that wonderful cock of his... oh yeah, I'm going to enjoy this, she told herself.

Lori took Noah's hand and led him to her bedroom, her heart pounding hard in her chest at what she was about to do.

Noah's heart was pounding hard in his chest, too. First his mother had sucked him off and let him come in her mouth, which had been unbelievably exciting and felt like nothing he'd ever felt before. Now... now she was going to let him fuck her. He couldn't believe this was happening. He was going to get to fuck a woman and that woman was his mother who, all things considered, was an attractive and desirable older woman.

Obviously, she wasn't a teen-aged girl, but Noah thought she was a pretty woman. She had a nice body with good-sized tits. But mostly, he liked his mother. Yes, he loved her too, as a son should love his mother, but it was more than that. She was intelligent, and affectionate without being smothering. She was tolerant but also firm when she needed to be and she had a good sense of humor. Hell yes, he thought, my mom might be an older woman, but she's a good looking older woman that I really like and she's going to let me fuck her. Wow!

Sex with his mother had seemed weird at first when she began sucking his cock, but the pure pleasure that she had given him quickly demolished that initial weirdness. Then, after they had kissed—his eyes closed, just feeling how good it felt to be kissing this woman, who just happened to be his mother—he had no more reservations, few that they had been to begin with, about committing incest with her. He was ready to find out what it felt like to shove his big cock into a pussy and it didn't matter one bit to him that the pussy he was going to fuck would be his mother's.

"Turn down the comforter and top sheet, will you, Noah, honey?" Lori asked her son as she began to get undressed. She could hardly take her eyes off of this young man, her son, but who now, naked as he was, seemed to be almost a stranger to her. Lori was so turned on she was sure that her vaginal lubricant would begin running down her legs if she didn't get her son's big cock in her pussy soon.

She was wearing white cotton, drawstring pants. She undid the drawstring to let the pants drop to the floor then she stepped out of them. She pulled her loose cotton peasant blouse over her head then shook her head to straighten her hair out.

Noah was now on the far side of the bed straightening out the comforter and top sheet, folding it neatly at the foot of it. He looked up to see his mother shake her head. He almost gasped at seeing his mother nearly completely naked. All she had on now was a pair of white lace, bikini-cut panties. Her breasts, mostly white where her bikini tops covered them, in contrast to her dark tan, jiggled back and forth just a little as his mother shook her hair out. They were full breasts that sagged just a little. But then, he thought, they were big enough for that to be natural and he knew she'd never had a breast enhancement. Her nipples were large and he wondered how it would feel to be sucking on them... and if she would like it.

No, she wasn't a teenaged girl. She was a lovely, mature woman, with lovely womanly curves and she looked good to him, better than good. She looked great. He wanted to caress his mother's breast and nipples and belly, to kiss them and bite them... among other things. He'd never gotten to the point of going down on Sophie but he'd watched enough porn to know that going down on his mother was something that he should be prepared to do.

Lori dropped her peasant blouse on top of her pants and looked up to see Noah staring at her. His cock was obviously fully hard. It was too heavy to stand up at a 45-degree angle like his father's. It stuck out in front of his body, at a slight downward angle, looking like some kind of erotic club... to be used to pound her pussy into orgasm, Lori thought. She shivered with sexual excitement. The glans was swollen and dark red and the veins under the skin of his cock were full and bulging.

"What?" She asked, afraid her older body might be disappointing to her son compared to the young teen girls he saw every day.

"You're gorgeous, Mom," Noah said in a near whisper.

Lori blushed. "What? No, son, I'm just a..."

"Mom," Noah was shaking his head. "You're gorgeous, beautiful. It's the truth."

Lori blushed some more and nearly cried. Her heart soared. Oh yeah, she thought, I think this is going to be a good thing. A very good thing.

She slipped her panties off, noticing that the crotch was soaked through. Then she slid her body up onto the bed as Noah did the same from the other side. Lori shivered, not from cold, but from anticipation and excitement of making love to her son.

Noah slid his body up against his mother's, reveling in the warmth of it against his skin. He could smell the touch of perfume she had on. In this situation, right now, the feeling of his mother's warm body against his and the smell of her perfume was almost intoxicating. This was really going to happen. He was really going to fuck his mother.

Noah pulled his mother's body tight against his.

Lori moved back momentarily to reach down and pull her son's big cock upright so that it was firmly wedged between them as Noah embraced her again. He pressed his lips lightly against hers. Then he said just the right thing.

"I love you, Mom," his lips barely brushing against his mother's as he whispered those words.

"Oh baby!" Lori cried and then she was kissing her son hard, deeply, passionately. She was pressing herself as tightly against her son's hard body as she could. She felt his huge, hard cock pushing against her belly.

"Take me now, Noah. Fuck me with that big, beautiful cock of yours," Lori said in a breathy, halting voice, thick with passion.

Noah pushed his mother onto her back and she spread her legs wide for her son. He positioned himself between her thighs and raised her hips up.

Lori reached down to take hold of her son's hard cock and rub it around and between her soaking wet pussy lips, then she placed it at her slick vaginal opening.

Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Noah said to himself. It wasn't just how good it felt to have his mother rubbing his cock head around on her wet pussy lips. That was good, great even. But more exciting was the fact that he was really, actually about to shove his big cock into his mother's pussy. He was going to fuck for the first time... and, according to his mother, it wouldn't be the last time. He was so ready for this.

Chapter 3.

"Put it in me now, baby, slowly, gently," Lori said in a quiet voice. She gasped and shuddered as she felt her son's huge cock stretching her vaginal sphincter fully open as it slowly slid into her so very wet and ready pussy and filled her up so wonderfully and completely.

This wasn't a cucumber. This was a huge, hard cock and it was attached to a warm, masculine, living man, a man any woman would love to have fucking her... if she could take his big cock. Lori was taking it and her son was going slowly, gently as she'd told him, not fast and hard as many young, inexperienced men might have done in their lust and desire. The fast and hard would come later, Lori knew, after her pussy was used to the size of her son's cock.

And then Lori came. She gasped and grunted and hugged her son tightly and shoved her hips up to get as much of his cock in her pussy as she could as her body shuddered with orgasmic delight.

"Ahhh!" Lori sighed as her pussy spasmed its last around her son's hard cock.

"Oh my," she said and then took a deep breath and let it out.

Then she laughed. "Oh, Noah, that was fantastic," she said as she looked up at her son with a big smile on her face.

Noah was supporting his torso on his elbows and looking down into his mother's pale blue eyes that, now, were crinkled so beautifully with pleasure and happiness. When his mother gasped and shuddered and held on to him so tightly he had stopped moving. His cock was shoved deep in her pussy and it felt so wonderful to him, that tight, wet, velvety soft sleeve. He felt it clenching and releasing his thickness as she came and that surprised him, never having fucked a woman before and having no experience on how their pussies spasm rhythmically when they come. He was also surprised that she'd come that quickly. Was his mother a nympho? A sexual freak? Cool, if she is! he thought. With his limited understanding about sex, he did know that women couldn't always come like a guy could.

"Did you just come?" he asked, although he knew she had. He didn't know that a very sexual woman like his mother, with just the right stimulation—more mental than physical—could come easily and quickly in just the right situation.

"Yes, Noah. I just came." Lori said. She placed her hands behind her son's head and pulled him down to where she could kiss him again, a long, loving kiss.

"It's like this, dear," Lori told her son, "if a woman is really turned on, in the right situation, sometimes she can have an orgasm right away, just from the anticipation and excitement of what she's doing. That's what just happened to me.

"You see, Noah..." Lori paused and almost looked embarrassed, but then she smiled sweetly. "You see, Noah," she repeated, "I was very excited to finally be making love to a man that has a cock as big, if not bigger, as any cucumber I ever fucked. A lovely, big, beautiful, warm cock... attached to a lovely warm hunk of a man. I was also very excited to be..." She paused again, giving her son a playful smile. "To be, well, having sex with my son... committing incest. That's terribly taboo and terribly exciting."

She laughed. "You might say it was sinfully exciting. But, wow! All that, your cock size, the anticipation leading up to it, and then the fact that you told me you loved me before sliding your big bad boy into my pussy gave me a quick orgasm."

Noah was pleased to hear his mother call him a man. He felt proud and prouder still that he had given her an orgasm, although he realized that it was mostly due to her mental state of sexual excitement.

Lori still had her hands on her son's head, liking the feeling of his short hair on the palms of her hands and her fingers as she pulled him down for another long and lovely kiss. She pulled his tongue into her mouth where she gently sucked and bit on it, mixing her saliva with his, taking her time to fully taste him and liking what she tasted. Then she pushed his tongue back and he sucked hers into his mouth and did the same to her.

Noah took a deep breath after he broke the kiss and pulled his head back a bit. "You know something, Mom? I like kissing you."

"Yeah?" Lori smiled. "Well I was kind of thinking the same thing, sweetie. And you know what else, Noah? You cock is still hard and it's still inside me and I want so much for you to fuck me. I want to feel that big, beautiful cock of yours fucking my pussy."

"Damn!" Noah breathed. His mother's frank words almost shocked him but definitely excited him. He grinned at his mother as he slowly began fucking his cock in and out of her tightly stretched pussy. Yes, his mother's pussy was tightly stretched around his girth but she was so well lubricated with her natural pussy juice that his cock slid back and forth through her snug sex tunnel like a well-oiled piston.

Fucking his mother's pussy felt better than anything Noah had ever imagined fucking a pussy would feel like. His orgasm in the living room when he had come in her mouth was like a distant memory and he felt the building sexual tension leading to another orgasm.

"Mom..."

"Don't worry, baby," Lori said, like she was reading his mind. "You just let it come when it comes. We have all night to fuck and by the next time you should be able to go longer." And, she told herself, we'll have years to make love and you can learn how to control and delay your orgasms.

Noah kissed his mother on the mouth, a sweet kiss, then he placed his mouth by her right ear. He kissed on and around her ear, being careful of her small gold hoop earrings. He nibbled below her ear then back up on the lobe.

Lori loved the feeling of her son's slightly whiskery chin and cheeks on her neck, his lips and teeth on her ear, as well as his warm, moist breath.

"Mom," Noah said again, "I do love you..." He had to stop speaking for a moment, although he kept fucking her. He swallowed emotionally and his eyes were misty. Being here, his naked body over his mother's naked body, feeling her arms around him, his chest pressing down on her tits, her warm skin against his, his hips between her spread legs, and his cock fucking her wonderful pussy was almost emotionally overwhelming. He took in a deep breath.

"I do love you, Mom. And I love what we're doing here... even if it is incest. I love that you want to do this and I really love how damned good if feels to hold you and to... to be making love to you."

Her son's words affected Lori emotionally also. Yes, she loved her son. Of course she loved her son. But now she was loving him in a new and wonderful way, as a woman loves a man. And so, yes, she loved that they were making love, that they were fucking, and no, she didn't care anymore that it was incest.

"Oh Noah, I love you, too. And you're right; it doesn't matter that it's incest. If feels so good making love with you.

"Oh fuck, yes!" Lori exclaimed as she focused on what her son's cock was doing to her. "Your cock feels so good fucking me, Noah." And it did. It was so much better than fucking herself with a cucumber that she almost laughed and would have if her son's huge cock hadn't felt so good. "It stretches me and fills me so beautifully." Lori all but panted. A shiver of intense pleasure shot through her body and she moaned. "Oh baby, fuck me faster! Fuck me faster, Noah!"

Lori brought her feet up off the bed. She bent her legs at the knees and brought them up high while leaving her thighs wide apart. Her sopping wet pussy was now totally accessible to her son's ten-inch long cock.

Noah braced himself and began to fuck his cock in and out of his mother's pussy harder, faster and deeper. He hit bottom and his mother grunted with pain. He stopped.

"No! Don't stop, baby. Keep fucking me. It's okay. It's okay." The pain of her son's long cock slamming so deep in her was like a shot of adrenaline to Lori and while the shock of it did hurt, the pain quickly ebbed and Lori was almost wanting to feel it again.

Noah continued fucking his mother hard and fast, now being careful to not go too deep. Still, the pleasure, the sheer fantastic feeling of his mother's pussy tightly skewered on his thrusting cock, but yet so slick and smooth, was like no other feeling in the world. He figured after he came, which he knew he was going to do soon, he could die and go to Heaven... if Heaven would let him in after fucking his mother.

"Ooo-Ooo! Mmm! Yes! Oh fuck yes! Oh Noah, baby, fuck me! Fuck me!" Lori cried out. She'd never been fucked like this in her life—a really thick, long, hard cock fucking her, filling her, stretching her so delightfully. It was a dream come true.

Lori's fingers were digging into Noah's back and she was biting his shoulder in her passion and increasing sexual arousal.

"Ah! Yes! Mom!" Noah strained out though tight vocal cords and then he was grunting and panting as his cock began emptying itself. He held still and pressed his cock hard deep up inside his mother's pussy and felt it spasm and spasm and spasm with beautiful pleasure as his cum shot out of the end of it. His eyes were squeezed shut and his body shuddered gratifyingly. This is so much better than masturbating, he thought and then he laughed.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Lori shouted. She clung on tightly to her son as her body quivered with the exquisite pleasure of one of the strongest orgasms she had ever experienced.

Mother and son both took in several deep breaths as their pleasure slowly faded away. Noah shook his head and pushed himself up to look his mother in the eyes.

"Wow!" he said then gave her a big grin.

"Wow, indeed!" Lori said and grinned back. "But you laughed. What did you laugh about?"

Noah laughed again. "Oh, well, I was coming and a thought popped up in my head, that this was sure one heck of a lot better than masturbating."

Lori laughed too. "Oh yes, I can agree with that. Your cock fucking me is so much better than a cucumber."

Mother and son both laughed again.

"Okay sweetie, roll over, I need to go into the bathroom," Lori said.

Noah gave his mother a quick kiss. "Thank you so much for this, Mom!"

"You're welcome, Noah. But we're not done yet."

"Good," Noah said as he slowly pulled his wet and only slightly limp cock from his mother's pussy.

Lori moaned with a bit of disappointment. Even though she had told her son to move, having his big cock getting soft in her pussy would have felt really good.

Noah rolled off his mother and on to his back. Lori got to her knees and kissed Noah sweetly on the mouth, then she turned and took hold of her son's sticky cock. It wasn't hard but it wasn't completely flaccid either. She lowered her body and slipped the glans of Noah's cock into her mouth then took in another four inches and sucked on it for a few seconds. Noah groaned with pleasure.

Lori slowly pulled her mouth off her son's wet cock, got off the bed and headed for the bathroom. She was in there for a few minutes and Noah heard the toilet flush and the running of water in one of the sinks. Lori came out with a washcloth in one hand and a small towel in the other. The washcloth was wet and after she wiped Noah's cock thoroughly with it she dried his cock with the towel. After that she wrapped the washcloth in the towel and dropped them on the nightstand.

"There," Lori said with a bright smile. "All clean. Did you like that?"

Noah had gotten himself up on his elbows to watch his mother cleaning his cum and her vaginal lubrication off his cock. His cock was responding to his mother's touch and what she was doing. It was beginning to fill with blood again.

"Yeah, I liked it," Noah answered his mother.

"Good," Lori said. "And remember, you can do that for me, too, or any other woman you make love to."

"Yeah, well—"

"Shh," Lori cut her son off. She knew what he was going to say.




Coincidence



"There will be others, son. Believe me, I'm not the only woman who wants to fuck a cock as big as yours. But, since there aren't any others here right now, it looks like I get you all to myself." Lori smiled brightly again and tilted her head a little. "If that's okay with you, that is." Like she didn't know what his answer would be.

"Oh hell, Mom, you know it's okay with me." Then Noah reached for his mother and pulled her down on top of him.

Mother and son kissed several times, some short, sweet kisses and some longer, wetter, more passionate kisses. Noah caressed his mother's back from her shoulders to her ass and back while they were kissing.

Lori could feel her son's cock getting harder and harder against her belly.

"Sweetheart," Lori started, then paused. "Noah, you don't mind me calling you sweetheart or baby or darling, do you?"

"No, uh... darling."

"I don't mind you calling me mom, darling, if you're more comfortable with that. Actually, it kind of excites me, you know. Makes what we're doing, the incest, more real. And I suppose I should be ashamed of myself, but I'm not. Noah, I like the fact that we're lovers now. I like it a lot. And if you want to call me darling or sweetheart that's okay, too."

"I like us being lovers too, Mom. And, I don't know, I'm so used to calling you Mom that it's just easier. But you've always called me honey, or sweetie, or dear before so..."

"So, my darling son," Lori, who had been kissing around her son's face and down on his neck and around his right ear, whispered into that ear, "when I was in the bathroom I did a quickie douche to wash your cum out of my pussy because I want you to lick my pussy. Have you ever gone down on a woman or girl? Did you ever get to do that with Sophie?"

"No," Noah said simply.

Earlier he might have felt sorry for himself for his lack of sexual experience, but since his mother had sucked his cock and let him fuck her and now wanted him to lick her pussy, all thoughts of Sophie and what might have been disappeared. He was going to go down on a woman. Give her pleasure with his mouth. That the woman was his mother was just fine with him. After all, she'd sucked his cock and swallowed his cum. Besides, he really wanted to experience doing this to her and hoped that he could do it well enough to make his mother come with his mouth. Now his cock was really getting hard.

"Do you want to do that with me?" Lori asked.

Noah pulled his mother's face around to where he could give her a deep, loving kiss. "Yes. Yes I do, Mom." He said when he pulled his lips from hers. "I want to lick your pussy. But I've never done that before so you'll need to tell me... you know, if I'm doing it right."

"I'm sure you'll do just fine, dear," Lori said. She giggled. "Just lick me like I was an ice cream cone on a hot day and you don't want it to melt and get away." She wasn't sure if that was the right image to put in her son's head, but it would do, for starters. "After that, well, I'll tell you if I want you to do something else. Okay?"

Noah grinned. "Okay." His stomach was fluttery with excitement about going down on his mother's pussy.

Lori embraced her son. "Kiss me a few times, then on my breasts and nipples, then down over my stomach, then... well, then down on my pussy."

Noah did as his mother asked, kissing her mouth several times as his left hand firmly, but gently squeezed first her left breast then her right one. He slowly worked his way down his mother's body, alternately kissing and sucking on her nipples. They had a slightly tangy taste to them that he found pleasing. Finally he arrived at his objective.

Lori spread her legs and Noah got between them on his belly. His nose was now a mere three or four inches from his mother's pussy. She was highly turned on to the fact that her son was now going to perform oral sex on her. Being so aroused, her pussy lips were open, like a delicate pink flower. Noah could see the pink inner flesh and the wetness of her natural lubrication shining on it.

Noah moved his face closer and inhaled. His mother's scent wasn't... bad. But it wasn't like anything he'd ever smelled before. He kissed his mother's pussy right in the middle of her labia then began licking lightly, delicately, tasting her pussy for the first time. He realized that it had much the same tangy taste as her nipples, only more so. He began to lick his mother's pussy with broader, longer strokes and decided that he liked the taste. Well, he rationalized, I might as well like it. I know I'm going to do this a lot. Then he really got into it when he heard his mother moaning with pleasure at what he was doing and pushing her pussy up at his mouth.

"Oh baby, that's it. Lick me good like that," Lori sighed. She was totally turned on, totally excited as she raised her head to watch and feel as her wonderful son, eyes closed, licked and licked and licked her pussy.

Noah was truly enjoying what he was doing. He'd always known that he was going to make oral love to a woman sometime. He'd heard stories about the "fishy" smell and other gross thing. But his mother's pussy didn't smell "fishy" and it wasn't gross at all. In fact, he realized that he liked doing this. He was obviously giving his mother a whole lot of pleasure and that increased his mental pleasure and his sexual excitement. His cock was filling with blood again.

"Open your mouth, baby, and... and just kind of really try to take my pussy in your mouth and then use your teeth, too, but gently, gently," Lori whispered out her desire to her son.

Noah did as his mother asked, munching on her pussy, opening his mouth wide and sucking in much of her labia, wiggling his tongue deep inside her, and gently biting down.

"Oh yes, Noah!" Lori cried out. She let her son continue that way for several moments.

"Now just lick me. Lick me good from bottom to top, baby. And at the top, just let your tongue barely flick my clit, okay?"

Noah pulled his face back from his mother pussy and looked up at her. "Okay, Mom, but, uh, well where exactly is your clit?"

Lori chuckled. "Here, let me show you." She reached down to spread the top of her labia wide while Noah raised his head higher to get a better look.

"See this little tube-like projection?" Lori asked, using her finger to touch her clitoris.

Noah nodded.

Lori had raised her head and torso now. "And see this little bud starting to protrude from it?"

Again, Noah nodded.

"That my happy button, my clitoris. But you can't just attack it directly right away. You need to get me really turned on. Which I guess I am right now," Lori laughed. "And when I'm getting close to coming then you can suck it and even bite it a little and be more, uh, aggressive with it and then... well, then you'll see."

Noah began licking his mother's pussy again, with her fingers still spreading it open. He stuck his tongue deep into her vaginal opening and then nibbled on her labia before settling down to a steady sucking and licking.

Lori groaned, released her labia and lowered her torso and head back down onto the bed. "Oh yes, baby! Yes! You're licking Mommy's pussy so good."

Hearing herself tell her son that he was "licking Mommy's pussy so good," increased her sexual excitement. She was committing incest with her son and if felt so damned good. All of it was so good, sucking his cock, feeling his big cock fucking her, and now feeling his sweet mouth and tongue licking and sucking and nibbling on her pussy.

"Ahhh!" Lori gasped as the tip of Noah's tongue made a quick pass over her sensitive clitoris. She reached down to hold her son's head between her hands as she began to rub her pussy against his mouth.

Noah was really getting into making oral love to his mother now. It was wet and messy and, no, it didn't smell or taste like peaches and cream, but it didn't matter. He liked it anyway. He liked that he could give his mother so much obvious pleasure with his mouth. The obviousness of the pleasure was in how she was holding his head in her hands and rubbing her pussy up and down against his mouth while she was making little, inarticulate noises.

Noah's arms were under his mother's upper thighs and his hands were wrapped over them, holding on to her tightly as her hips undulated with desire and increasing sexual arousal. He decided to try something and shifted slightly to place his mouth directly over her clitoris then he began alternately sucking on it and flicking it with the tip of his tongue.

"Ah! Ah! Yes! Oh baby," Lori gasped.

"Oh. Fuck. Yes!" she cried out seconds later as a wonderfully delightful orgasm swept over her. She was panting and grunting. She held on to her son's head as she ground her pussy around and around against his mouth. And then it was over, the intense pleasure fading, her body trembling with the beautiful release of sexual tension.

Lori took in a deep breath and released it. She did it again.

Noah kissed his mother's clitoris, making her body twitch.

"Oh no, baby," Lori said. "It's too sensitive right now."

Noah, grinning, pushed himself up to a kneeling position. He wiped at the combination of his saliva and his mother's pussy juices off his lips and chin with his hand then wiped his hand across his thigh.

"Come here, Noah," Lori said as she held out her arms to her son.

Noah gave his mother a devilish smile. "Okay, Mom."

He leaned over his mother and shifted his hips so that the swollen head of his cock slid down through his mother's wet pussy lips until it all but fell into the perfect position at the entrance of her vagina. As he continued lowering his body over his mother he slid his big cock straight and deep into her pussy.

"Oh God! Yessss!" Lori gasped then Noah's mouth was over hers and they were kissing passionately while his huge cock was fucking her pussy once again. Lori truly appreciated the energy and quick recovery time of her young son.

Noah broke the kiss after several seconds. "You know what, Mom?" he asked.

"No, baby, what," Lori answered in a breathy, excited voice. Oh, her son's cock! Her son's huge cock fucking her felt so good.

"I think your pussy, fucking your pussy, this time feels even better than the first time. I mean, it's like I have a point of reference now and I'm able to appreciate just how great your pussy feels on my cock."

"Uh huh," Lori nodded. Her eyes were wide open and she was panting just a little.

Noah kissed his mother again. His tongue found hers, pushed against it, entered into her mouth, swirled around hers. Then she pushed back and did the same with him. They kissed for several long moments, both of them loving the wet, slick feeling of each other's tongue, as well as the taste. All the while Noah kept fucking his mother's tightly stretched pussy with his hard, hard cock.

"Oh, Mom," Noah said, breathing out deeply as he pulled his lips from hers.

"Uh huh," Lori responded.

Nothing more was said as mother and son continued to fuck, clinging to each other tightly as Noah's big cock pistoned in and out of his mother's delightfully tight pussy.

Noah raised his torso up to where he could look his mother directly in the eyes, beautiful pale blue eyes. "It feels so good, Mom."

"Yes, baby, it feels incredible."

Noah began fucking his mother harder and faster, he looking down at her, she looking up at him.

Lori's brow was furrowed in concentration and her lips were parted and she was breathing quickly, shallowly. She nodded at her son. "Yes. Good. So good, Noah." Her son's cock felt so wonderful fucking her again. She was getting close to coming once more.

Noah was getting close to orgasm himself. Fucking was fantastic, he told himself. This was only the second time he'd fucked a pussy—his mother's pussy—and he knew that he would never, ever get tired of it.

"Oh God, Mom! I'm going to come!"

"Do it, baby! Do it! Come in my pussy, Noah!" And then Lori was there. Her orgasm exploded out from between her thighs and she was grunting and gasping and holding on to her son like her life depended on it.

Three seconds later, Noah's cock began shooting thick wads of his hot cum into his mother's pussy for a second time that night, each ejaculatory expulsion of his semen a body shuddering experience of pure pleasure. His cock spasmed a half a dozen times or more as his body emptied itself of his third load of cum that night.

"Oh Mom! Oh Mom!" Noah cried out in his passion.

Panting and perspiring as their orgasms peaked then began to fade, mother and son held on to each other tightly. Then Noah pushed up on straight arms and grinned at his mother. She grinned back and then both of them were laughing. Life was good. Life was great.

Noah kissed his mother sweetly. "Thank you, Mom. Thank you so much for—for—well, for all this. I never realized just how good sex would be and... well, Mom, it's fucking fantastic!"

Lori laughed and kissed her son. "Yeah, baby, sex is good. And sex with you is great." She kissed him again.

Noah pulled his cock wetly out of his mother's sopping pussy, saturated with his cum and her lubrication. He kissed her lightly on the lips then rolled over onto his back. Lori found her son's hand and squeezed it. He squeezed back.

"I've got to get up before all your cum drips out of me and I have to make you sleep in the wet spot," Lori laughed.

Noah rolled on to his side an excited look on his face. "You mean you want me to sleep with you."

"Well, duh! Of course, there's no reason why you shouldn't. Besides, it'll be easier to have sex in the morning if we sleep together."

"Oh hell, yes!" Noah exclaimed, then pulled his mother into a tight embrace as he gave her a big, wet kiss.

Lori grinned when the broke the kiss. "I'm glad you like that idea. Now I'm off to take a shower. You should do the same. But first make sure the house is locked up, then meet me back here as soon as you can."

Lori gave Noah a quick kiss on the lips before getting up. She grabbed the hand towel and washcloth off the nightstand and wiped her cum dripping pussy good. She grinned at her son and gave him a quick double eyebrow raise before heading for the bathroom. Noah got up and made sure the house was secure then went to the hall bathroom, his bathroom, to take a shower.

Later, in bed, both mother and son, refreshed and clean, snuggled up to each other and traded a few sweet kisses.

"Thank you again, Mom, so much. This has been the most exciting and enjoyable night of my life."

"You're welcome, dear. And, uh, I kind of enjoyed it too, you know."

Noah grinned and nodded. "God, I'm so happy you like big cucumber-sized cocks."

Lori laughed. "And I'm so glad my manly son has one that I can use at any time. Right?"

"Right," Noah agreed.

They gave each other one last kiss then got themselves comfortable and were soon sound asleep.

Chapter 4.

Abigail Mackenzie deplaned at the River City International Airport. International Airport, she thought, smiling to herself, they get two flights a week from Mexico and it's an international airport.

Abby was nervous. Her dad, John Mackenzie, was supposed to pick her up and, even though she had seen him at least once a year since she was seven years old, it had only been for one week in the summer and, possibly, on Thanksgiving or Christmas when he would fly back to Oklahoma City. And her mother never let Abby go to California to visit him.

Her mother and father had broken up when she was a small child and Abby still wasn't sure why. When she asked her mother, she refused to talk about it, just saying that they hadn't been suited for each other. When she asked her father, he would ask her what her mother had told her and then he would agree, and that was it.

Still, Abby liked her father. She didn't know if she loved him or not but he was an animated and energetic man and fun to be around. He treated her with love and respect and kindness but allowed her to do things her mother definitely wouldn't. Abby figured it was the religious thing. Her mother was deeply religious. Her father wasn't.

More disturbing to her, however, and the real reason she felt nervous, was the fact that since she'd become a teenager she actually found herself sexually attracted to her father. It had shocked her when she first realized at fifteen what she was really feeling for her father. She'd had a crush on him like many young girls have with their fathers. But the crush became serious, with strong sexual undertones, as she approached her mid-teens. It was so wrong and she tried to deny it, to suppress it. But her thoughts about her father kept creeping back to an attraction and affection for him more than what a daughter was supposed to have for a father.

Now, at age eighteen, Abby realized just what was going on. She had gone down to the main city library in Oklahoma City the year before and done research on father-daughter incest because, well, she had incestuous thoughts about her father. What she found out was that when a father and daughter, and it could also be a brother and sister or a mother and son, were physically separated and didn't meet until they were adults or near adults, or only saw each other for short periods of time, it was not unusual for there to be a sexual attraction between them.

Abby wondered if her father felt the same way about her. He certainly had never said or done anything to show that he did. But then, neither had she. She also wondered, assuming he did feel sexually attracted to her, did he sometimes masturbate thinking about her like she did thinking about him. Abby knew she was a pretty girl with long, curly, dark brown hair and dark brown eyes and, all things considered, a pretty good figure. She thought she was a little light in the tits department, but what she did have were well shaped and firm. In any case, if her dad was sexually attracted to her it wasn't out of the question that he would think of her sexually, even masturbate thinking about her. She hoped he did.

Abby didn't think that was a terribly bad thing to hope for. Like her father, but without telling her mother, she eschewed her mother's strict religious beliefs, which seemed to get more stringent the older she got. And, after having read up on incest, Abby read everything she could on sex in general. She had to hide the books from her mother or there would have been a big fight and hysterics in their house. And then, of course, there was Internet porn, which she could only access on her computer tablet at her best friend Beth's house—and then only when Beth's parents weren't home and only in Beth's bedroom. Abby's father had bought the tablet for her. Neither he nor Abby had ever told her mother about it. Abby's mother didn't have a computer in her house. She'd been told at church about the Internet and all the filth on it. She wouldn't have the Devil's device in her house.

Abby and her best friend would shriek with embarrassed laughter or gasp with jaw-dropping awe, or disgust, at what they saw men and women doing sexually. They even ventured into the realm of woman on woman. It was almost impossible not to. Besides the purely lesbian porn, anytime there was more than one woman in a porn video they almost always kissed and later licked each other's pussy... and so much more. Then Abby and her friend would look at each other and ask: Would you do that? Would you do this? Would you do THAT! And then shriek with laughter again.

Inevitably, having a healthy curiosity about sex, they both decided to practice kissing and found they liked it—kissing another girl, that is. They'd already kissed boys, which was fun and exciting to them, but kissing a girl was extra exciting and subtly different.

Having Internet porn to guide them (although many young women have experimented sexually with other young women long before the Internet was created) they began to caress each other's bodies, which led to undressing each other, more kissing and caressing and, eventually, to making love to each other fully, licking and fingering each other's pussies, bringing each other to wonderful, sweet orgasm.




Coincidence



Internet porn was fine, but the real thing was so much better. About this time both Abby and Beth lost their virginity to boys they were dating. Once they recovered, so to speak, from losing their hymens, they liked that too, but continued to be lovers, deciding that they were naturally bisexual girls. Like Beth said, "Why not enjoy the best of both worlds." And they did, every chance they got, with their boyfriends and with each other.

But it was Abby who came up the idea of using cucumbers as dildoes. Beth's eyes lit up when Abby told her and then showed her the one she'd just purchased at the nearest grocery store. Beth's parents were not expected home for a couple of hours. Abby washed the cucumber and dried it. It was about 8 inches long and kind of skinny.

Abby had Beth undress and get on her bed and spread her legs. Beth did this willingly, giggling as she did. Abby then began licking her best friend's pussy and, after a while, she began rubbing the end of the cucumber between her friend's wet labia. Beth was excited by this new game they were playing and her pussy was getting wetter and wetter.

Finally, Abby began pushing the end of the cucumber into Beth's pussy. It went in slowly but smoothly. Beth gasped and moaned at the feeling of getting her pussy filled and fucked with Abby's mouth working around her clitoris at the same time. It was heavenly.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Abby. Oh God! That feels amazing. Your mouth and the cucumber. Ooooo!"

Abby then began to fuck Beth's pussy harder, gripping the end of the cucumber firmly and shoving it quickly in and out of her friend's vagina while still sucking and licking on and around her clitoris. It wasn't long after that that Beth, nearly screaming, had one of the best orgasms of her young life.

After some cuddling and kissing and caressing, giving Beth a chance to recover, it was Abby's turn to get fucked with the cucumber. It was such a heavenly feeling to have her pussy being fucked and her clitoris being stimulated by Beth's mouth that it didn't take her long before she, too, was having a fantastic orgasm.

Later, both Abby and Beth agreed that sometime, someday, they would have to find the right man and take turns licking each other's pussy while he fucked it.

The next week Beth provided the cucumber, only it was thicker than the one Abby had bought. Then Abby bought one that was even bigger. Then both girls began buying the biggest cucumbers they could find on those days that they had agreed to have, as they called it, a cucumber fuck. They still had boyfriends and they still had sex with them, but they both eagerly anticipated their next cucumber fuck.

Abby finally made it past the passengers-only section of the airport and there was her father. Her heart skipped a beat. God he's handsome, she thought. John had a big grin on his face as he quickly approached Abby.

John Mackenzie, 38 years old, six feet tall, 180 pounds of lean muscle, got a lot of admiring looks from various women streaming past. He had light brown hair with natural blonde streaks from the sun, warm, dark brown eyes, much like Abby's, a strong nose and chin, and a bright dimpled smile. He was handsome, but not too handsome, not a pretty boy by any means. He was wearing his signature look: cowboy boots, jeans, and a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up twice, the two top buttons undone.

Today was Sunday but that was pretty much how he dressed even for work, except he would add a sports jacket. He never wore a tie or a suit. He ran his own Internet security business, was an extraordinary IT guy, and did consulting for anyone who could pay his fee.

"Abby, my darling daughter," John said as he embraced her and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

Damn! he thought, she's getting better looking every year. He wondered if he should see a shrink regarding his sexual fantasies about his daughter. It wasn't like he was fixated on her to the exclusion of others. No way. He had a rich and varied sexual imagination, as well as sex life. But from time-to-time he definitely allowed himself a full on fantasy about having sex with his daughter every way he could.

"Hi Daddy," Abby said, returning the hug and enjoying it. She wanted to kiss her father on the mouth to see what that felt like but of course, that might be problematic so she restrained herself.

"I hope that my deciding to come to River City and go to River City U. isn't a big problem for you," Abby said as they headed for the baggage claim. This had all been hashed out a long time ago but Abby wanted to see her dad's reaction in real time and not through an email or telephone call.

"Oh hell no, Abby," John said. "I'm thrilled, ecstatic, looking forward to living with my baby girl on a long term, regular basis." John stopped speaking and stopped walking and grabbed Abby's hand. "I guess what I'm trying to say, darling, is that I'm really, really glad that you're here."

Abby could hear the emotion in her father's voice and see his eyes get just a bit misty.

She felt a surge of joy and felt that her eyes might get misty, too, so she pulled her father to her for another big hug.

John embraced Abby strongly, loving the feeling of his daughter pressing her body hard against his, smelling her perfume, feeling her breasts smash against his chest. Automatically he got that warm feeling in his groin signaling his cock beginning to fill with blood. Damn, he thought, this is no time to get a stiffie. How would I ever explain that to Abby?

After picking up her bags, all five of them since John had told her to bring everything she wanted and he'd pay the baggage fee, John and Abby lugged the luggage to the short term parking and loaded the bags into his SUV.

"Sweetheart," John said after he'd paid for the parking and they were on the freeway heading into town, "I hope you don't mind too much but I have to fly to Seattle tomorrow and I won't be back until Wednesday night. It's something that just came up."

"It's okay, Dad," Abby said.

"Are you sure, Abby? I mean, you just got here and I have to go running off for a few days. I could cancel—"

"No, Dad," Abby interrupted. "It's your business. It's your life. What would you do if I'd been living here for the last year or so?"

John looked over at his daughter.

"Seriously, Dad, what would you do?"

"Well, I would... but Abby, this is different. You just arrived and—"

"Dad, I'll be okay. I'm a big girl now. You do have food in the house, yes?"

John laughed. "Yes, darling. I'm not one of those helpless bachelors. I can cook and I clean and I even make the bed and mow the lawn. So, yeah, there's food in the house and you'll have the use of this car. I'll be taking a taxi to and from the airport.

John lived on a quiet, tree-lined street in one of the nicer parts of town. It wasn't a huge house but it was two storied. There were two bedrooms upstairs with a full bath. The master bedroom, with full bath, was downstairs along with the kitchen and the formal living room and office that fronted the street. There was also a half bath downstairs and an addition behind the kitchen that was the informal living room, or family room.

After they got Abby's luggage up to her room, a spacious and bright room with two large windows looking out over the verdant street, Abby and her father went down to the kitchen.

"You want something to drink, Abby?" John asked. "Wine, beer, tea, coffee...?"

"Dad, I'm only 18," Abby replied, slightly shocked but smiling.

"And you're old enough to learn to drink responsibly, dear. I don't want you to drink outside of this house, and I don't want you to get drunk, but a glass or two of wine or whatever is fine. Okay?

"Now," he continued before she could answer, "are you hungry?" It was almost two o'clock and the dinner he'd planned wouldn't be ready until six.

"Yeah, I am, just a little. I had a snack before boarding the plane, but it wasn't much," Abby admitted. "And, uh, I guess I'll take you up on that drink." She looked at her father to see if he'd been serious.

John went to the refrigerator to get a wedge of Gouda cheese. "What would you like?" he asked as he opened the refrigerator door.

"Uh, beer. Beer would be fine." Actually, the only alcoholic beverage Abby had ever had was beer. Her mother didn't allow any alcohol in her house. But Abby, as most teenagers, had been to several un-chaperoned high school parties. Beer had been the most common drink. She hadn't liked it at first, but by the time she'd had her third or fourth one—not all at the same time at one party—she'd developed a taste for it.

"I hope you like Miller Lite," John said. "I know it's not a cool microbrew but I like it and it's the only beer I have in the 'fridge."

"That's fine, Dad," Abby said.

"Bottle or do you want a glass?"

"Bottle's fine."

John twisted the top off a bottle of beer and handed it to his daughter. Then he got one for himself. He sliced some cheese, arranging them on a plate, then went to the pantry and got a box of water crackers and put a row of them on the plate, too. He deftly set the plate down in front of his daughter.

She was sitting on a stool at the peninsula in the small but adequate kitchen. He came around the end of the peninsula with his beer and sat on the other stool, beside her.

"It's not much, darling, but I don't want to fill you up. I'm making roast chicken for dinner."

Abby smiled. "This will be fine, Dad." Fill me up, she thought. I've love to have you fill me up. Fill my pussy up with your cock.

Thinking such thoughts with her father sitting right beside her, sipping on his beer, excited Abby. She almost blushed and she felt that pleasant, warm feeling of her pussy getting just a little wet.

John had his own secret thought. Yeah, sweet daughter of mine, I'd love to fill you up... your pussy, that is, with my cock... not to mention how I'd loved to lick and suck on your pussy, too... and have you suck my dick. Okay John, that's enough now, he told himself. Control yourself. But thinking these overtly sexual thoughts about his daughter, as perverted as they were, especially with her sitting next to him, was giving him the pleasant, warm feeling of his cock in the early stages of sexual arousal. Just like when she'd given him the second, strong, full body hug at the airport.

I just might really have to go see a shrink about my perversion, John thought. Or, he told himself, with an internal smile, I could just wait until Abby is a therapist and then go see her. Oh yeah!

Abby had told her father that the reason she wanted to come to River City and go to River City U., besides being able to live with him, was that River City U. had a really good psychology department, which they did, and she wanted to study psychology and become a therapist. She hadn't said sex therapist, however, just therapist.

There were plenty of schools with good psychology departments that Abby could have attended. So, the real reason she chose River City U. was to be close to her father, to live with him. Not just because he was her father and hadn't been in her life all that much. No, Abby knew she had a love for him that wasn't appropriate for a father-daughter relationship but she didn't care. She wanted to see if, somehow, some way, she and her father might become lovers. That fantasy was with her at night before going to sleep, and upon waking each morning, and in her mind several times a day.

Chapter 5.

Monday morning Abby had seen her father off, giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, wanting to give him a real kiss. After fixing herself breakfast, she'd gotten completely unpacked and organized in her room. After that she'd explored the house, seeing where everything was. The washer and dryer were in the two-car garage, along with the SUV and her father's classic Corvette. He hadn't offered to let her drive it so she guessed it was pretty special to him. She took a walk around the neighborhood, heard some kids playing in a couple of backyards but other than that didn't see anyone. It was early afternoon and most people were still at work. Back in the house, she watched some TV, read for a while, made herself an early supper, watched TV again until 10 p.m. then went to bed.

By Tuesday afternoon, Abby was just a little bored. She didn't have to show up at River City U. until Friday. She went into her father's bedroom and briefly lay down on his bed. She could smell his scent and that made her horny. She got up, smiling wickedly and undressed completely, shorts, panties, and T-shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra, having decided to go around the house without one to see how it affected her father when he got home, not that she had big tits, but, still, her nipples could get hard and show through her T-shirt, hopefully titillating her father.

At 5'6" tall and 123 pounds, Abby had a bra size of 34B, not huge, but not tiny either. Her areolae were dark and the size of silver dollars with thick nipples that, erect, stood out when she was aroused. Her nipples were quite sensitive, too. She'd found this out from making love with Beth, not with her boyfriend, who tended to go straight for her pussy with his hard cock.

When Beth realized just how sensitive Abby's nipples were she was just a little jealous because hers weren't. It felt good to have Abby lick and suck and bite on her breasts and nipples but that was all, it just felt good. However, when she did that to Abby, Abby really liked it and had Beth do it more and more. Eventually, Beth got Abby to the point of orgasm merely from sucking, biting, and pinching her nipples. That had amazed both girls and Beth, once she accepted the fact that her best friend had such sensitive nipples, practiced getting her off that way.

Now, Abby, naked, pulled down the bedspread a bit to expose her father's pillows. She lay back down on his bed and turned her head to sniff his pillows to get more of his scent. She felt wonderfully wicked doing this and began to massage her breasts and pinch her nipples. Her pussy was starting to get wet.

Abby kept massaging and pinching her left breast and nipple as her right hand reached down to begin rubbing her pussy. She closed her eyes and imagined her father naked, with a hard cock. The fact that she'd never seen him naked or with a hard cock didn't matter. She filled in the details to her satisfaction.

Abby got deep into her fantasy, pinching her nipples, first one then the other, and rubbing her pussy, which was now very wet indeed.

"Yes, Daddy," Abby whispered. "Lick my pussy. Yes, Daddy, put your big cock in me. Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me!"

It only took Abby a few minutes of this before she was gasping and heaving her naked body around on top of her father's bed. The thumb and forefinger of her left hand were pinching her left nipple fiercely, pulling it, stretching it. At the same time the fingers of her right hand were pinching and tugging on her clitoris and she was coming and coming and coming.

Abby's orgasm faded and she felt very relaxed. She sighed deeply then brought her wet fingers from her pussy to her mouth where she sucked each one individually. Oh how I wish, she thought, that I didn't have to fantasize and that daddy would want to fuck me. Her body gave one last delicious shiver at that thought.

"Okay, Abby," she said out loud. "Can't stay here forever." She got up and fixed the bedspread, then put on her clothes.

Her father had a big screen TV in his bedroom. Not as big as the one in the family room, but big enough. It was sitting on a low cabinet. Abby had looked through the movies that he had bought and paid for in the family room. There weren't that many and most of them were old titles. She figured he probably used Netflix.

Abby sat cross-legged on the floor in front of the low cabinet and opened both doors. They swung out to the right and left so she had to scoot back a bit. Immediately, she saw the titles of porn movies. There were probably a couple dozen of them. Abby laughed. Well, she thought, that was to be expected, right?

Then she noticed some clear plastic disc containers containing videodiscs. She picked up the first one. It had the name Ann on it. The next one said Emily, then there was Susan followed by Vicky. In all, there were ten such discs.

Abby grinned. Dad's a freak, she told herself. I'll bet these are home sex videos. Then she frowned. Ten different women. He's getting laid a lot. Why would he even be interested in me?

She sighed and shrugged. "Come on, Abby," she said out loud. "It was a long shot at best that he would feel the same way about you that you do about him."

Abby grinned again. Oh well, she told herself, I might as well see what he looks like naked, with a hard cock, and fucking.

Abby laughed out loud. "Oh Abby, you're a naughty, naughty girl."

The disc player was on the cabinet, below the TV. She found the controller, turned on the TV, opened the disc player and inserted the disc. She got up and sat on the bottom edge of her father's bed and pressed the "play" button.

"Oh my god!" Abby said immediately. The video started right away with a very large cock, but seriously, a very large cock, fucking a woman's pussy from behind. It was a POV video. Her father must have been taking it with his cell phone. But could that be her father's cock? It was huge! It had to be his. Whose else could it be?

Abby sat there, fascinated. The woman was on her knees and elbows and her pussy was filled, stretched by her father's big cock pushing and pulling in and out it. Abby could see the slick wetness of the woman's vaginal lubrication as her father's cock slid out. She could hear the woman moaning and saying things like "Oh God! Oh yes! Oh John, your cock feels so good."

Hearing her father's name removed any doubt from Abby's mind as to whom the huge cock belonged to.

Then Abby heard her father speaking. "You want to suck my cock, Annie?"

"Yeah, baby," came Annie's response. She pulled her hips forward pulling her pussy completely off John's cock.

Abby gasped again when she got a good look at just how long and thick her father's cock was. It was bigger than most of the big cocks that Beth and she used to laugh and shriek about watching porn and ask each other, "Would you fuck THAT!" Of course, that was before big cucumbers became a principle part of their sexual fun.

On the video, Annie quickly turned her body around. She was a cute, blue-eyed blonde with short hair probably just a few years younger than her dad. Abby watch as Annie slid her mouth over her father's swollen cock head and take as much of the shaft into her mouth as she could. Her lips were stretched tightly as she began sucking John's big cock, moving her mouth up and down on it.

This went on for a few seconds and Abby could hear her father groaning with pleasure. Then the camera moved and went out of focus and Abby could hear her father tell Annie to get on her back. The camera angle swung back down and refocused. Annie was now on her back and her thighs were spread wide. The focus was close up and Abby watched as her father carefully slid his huge cock back into Annie's pussy. It was amazing to watch Annie's pussy take her father's cock, swallowing nearly all of it's length on its initial entry, before her father began fucking Annie with long, smooth strokes. Now Annie was groaning and moaning with pleasure again.

As John began fucking Annie again, Abby dimly could hear herself panting as she rubbed her own pussy through her shorts, so totally turned on and wet.

She looked at the TV screen and the action on it and wondered if she could take her father's cock. Then she remembered the cucumber fucks that Beth and she had so pleasurably shared. Her father's cock was as big, maybe even a bit bigger than any cucumber they had fucked. Abby got a fluttery feeling in her stomach. Her father's hard cock was so damned big... and beautiful. Oh how she wanted to feel it filling her pussy and fucking her... with her dad's lean, masculine body over her, smelling him, tasting him, kissing him.




Coincidence



"What?!" 

"Head. I want head." Karl looked at her from under his half-closed lids. 

"You mean, eaten?" He brought one hand quickly down her body and cupped her mound, a mute testament to 'where,' exactly, he was to eat. 

"Mm-hm. You better get used to the term." He was already wiggling downwards, a trail of saliva left across Catherine's belly as he licked downwards. "Right," he said. "Giving a woman head..." and he snorted, a puff of air giving the redhead goose bumps. The soft hairs on his chin and cheeks tickled against her soft skin. Lower, lower...

Of their own accord, the Aussie girl's legs parted to invite, no demand, his attention to her most intimate parts. Lips, tongue, moustache, oh fuck! Catherine was suddenly as limp as a boned fish in sensual enjoyment. Little mewls escaped her open mouth that left no room for breathing or swallowing or even thinking. The wet muscle plying her clit started soft and tender, barely brushing the very sensitive, exposed tip of it. With more of a point, Karl licked into her warm and dewy labial folds, tasting and teasing around her center of pleasure. Once he got back to the crisis point and found a rhythm that suited them both, the dark-haired man shifted his body directly between Catherine's long legs, on his knees with his head down in her muff. Her whimpers turned to wordless gasps. The licks became kisses, which became short pulls by his incredible lips, which became one long tongue-twirling, crevasse-finding, clitoral hood-peeling sucking-on. Catherine grabbed Karl by the hair but didn't know whether to pull him down or push him back, so all she did was hang on. 

Nicola woke to the enticing sight of her best friend on her back and her best friend's fantasy man kneeling over her, the two of them in mutual ecstasy. After a good cleansing stretch, she couldn't just sit there (and it was a bit uncomfortable to sit). Her passionate French blood insisted that she had to touch. And she knew just how she wanted to touch, too. Casting about for suntan oil, she quickly located the coconut-scented ointment. Oh, it had always smelled like sex to her, even though she'd never used it for that purpose before. A premonition told her that after this night, she'd never smell that scent again without certain connotations. 

Karl was absolutely gorgeous in that position, his well-muscled ass in the air as he knelt between the taller woman's splayed legs. The man was too distracted by his thorough eating-out of Catherine's wet pussy to notice Nic's movements. Admiring a full-back view, spread cheeks, tapering waist, lush and rippling back muscles and dark longish hair blowing in the soft breeze, Nicola slowly lotioned up her hands. When she could restrain her urges no longer she moved close enough to Karl to place both slick palms on his lower back. He gave a subtle wiggle in her favor. She caressed, then massaged, her hands moving lower and lower and finally she played all ten fingertips over his taut cheeks. Catherine moaned softly, continuously, her head tossing back and forth and auburn strands flung everywhere. Nicola finally gathered her bravery and moved into Karl's cleft. Her index finger rimmed the secret entrance. Karl stiffened for just a second. He looked over his shoulder at her, eyes dark and bottomless. "What do you think you're doing, missy?" 

"It's alright, isn't it? Please, Karl?" Nicola said softly, stroking minutely with just one fingertip. "Even straight boys need their bums loved."

Karl half-smiled and raised the eyebrow nearest Nicola. "That they do... but who are you calling straight?" Catherine gave a surprised squeak. Karl's countenance was that of someone who just realized they'd forgotten a very important appointment. Immediately, his head dipped down. From her position, Nicola could see his tongue slip between Catherine's lightly fuzzed folds. The wet muscle stroked her tiny pleasure spot relentlessly, till he had to push down on her plush hips with those thick-fingered browned hands to keep her still. Catherine would not bring her volume up. Karl wanted to hear her scream. He was on the verge, himself. Nicola's fingers traced a burning, tickly division in the crease of his ass. She bent down and licked flickering lines across his cheeks. Gradually, through the haze of fingering and tonguing Cathy's gushing hole, Karl grasped that a tongue was coming nearer and nearer his entrance. He loosed an animalistic groan from low in his belly.

"You want someseeng, Karl?" Nicola breathed between licks. Just then she brushed her tongue over his puckered ring. He jumped involuntarily. The surprisingly strong girl slapped a hand on each side of his rump to hold his cheeks apart. 

Karl finally answered, "Yeah... I wanna bury my cock in your friend's hot little pussy... and I want your fingers or your tongue up my ass while I do it." Catherine held back spasms at hearing him talk like that. His hawk-like eyes were fixed on hers over her short, trimmed curls. 

Concentrating, for it was difficult enough just to string two words together logically, Catherine spoke for them both. "Morning's coming, and we did that already... Finish me off, and then let us treat you... all for you next time... please, Karl!"

His erection, hanging hard and heavy between his legs, twitched not once but three or four times as Nicola's first finger breached him. His eyes rolled back. "Fucking god!" he snapped. His blazing, silvery irises met Catherine's again a moment later. "You know she's got her finger up my arse!" 

"And do you like it?" Nicola was looking at her keenly over Karl's long, tensed back. 

"...Yeah, but... Oh, shit Nikki, find the spot!" 

Nicola had a medical text back home, and of course they'd all read slash, but this had not prepared the Canadian for actually performing this act. She had better learn fast. Thank god she'd clipped her nails short.

Karl displayed an amazing amount of trust. As Nicola wiggled and thrust her finger experimentally, he went back down on Catherine with a vengeance. Soon the tickling of his tongue and facial hair made her spasm once, again, her body twisting and quivering in near-release. The tenseness of the earlier orgasms was lacking; this time Catherine just got more and more relaxed till her explosion melted into an under-towing wave of hot lava. Her whole body was suffused by a slow-motion free-fall into warm taffy. "...Aaaahhh, aaaaah...." She groaned, even her sex-noises in slo-mo. "Kaaaarlll... that feels soooo gooooood..." 

The man's hair brushed against Catherine's thighs as he made damn sure she was good and done. He jumped a bit as her legs snapped shut. After the her final pulsations, a powerful endorphin rush made her so incredibly sluggish the Aussie didn't know, in her state of bliss, if she'd move for the next week. 

Karl had raised his torso slightly, balancing on his elbows. His forehead creased in concentration, bountiful lips slightly open, nostrils flared, and amazing, panting breaths punctuated by noisy lowing sounds escaped. Wanting to know what he was going on about, Catherine raised surprised eyes to Nicola. Scooting backwards, she could see that where there had been one, now there were three slim fingers sliding in and out of his hole. Picking up the coco-butter scent, Catherine blurted out, "Holy shit, Nicola!" The two piercing stares flicked to her a minute, then away, into their own little space. 

Karl took it upon himself to further Nicola's education. "C'mon, baby, fuck me with your fingers!" he growled. Nicola took a deep breath and pushed, pulled, twisting her wrist. "Uh...uh... deeper... go on; you can't hurt me." Once she became comfortable with this, Karl arched his back and wiggled his ass, almost as if he was trying to locate something. The watching girls had an idea of what. 

Nicola glanced at Catherine, a smirk on her pliable French lips. "Suck 'im," she ordered. "Go on... help him... suck 'is cock!" 

The leaking erection jumped again. "Shit!" Karl hissed. "Spread your fingers... like scissors." Apparently Nicola had complied. Every muscle in his back and shoulders standing in taut relief, Karl rocked himself, fucked himself, onto her hand.

Catherine shifted around on the bedding till she could get her head under him. When she took it in her mouth, the smooth, throbbing cockhead released pearls of pre-cum right onto her tongue, sweet like sugar. The angle was not conducive but Catherine did the best she could, opening her jaws wide and pursing her lips to make his very skin slide under her suction. She held herself up on one shoulder and burrowed under Karl's hairy belly, down to his thick pubic thatch, swallowing, holding her breath, almost gagging on the breadth of him. The trickle of drizzle down her throat eased the way. Karl ground his hips forward, down. His furry sac pillowed against the side of her flushed cheek. 

Seconds went by, a minute, two, while Karl lost himself between the women. He gritted his teeth and snorted heavy ecstatic grunts. Catherine was so suffocated beneath the powerful, thrashing hips she nearly passed out. Above, Nicola did not let up. She did notice how low to the ground his body was getting as he spread his legs apart more and more for her. "Okay, big boy, take it easy, now..." she cajoled. 

Karl did not slow so easily. He was pushing toward his climax, into Cathy's hot little furiously tonguing mouth. God, that girl could give head. She took it deep, to the hilt, her satiny lips locked tight around his impressive girth. The finger treatment felt good, but it was not the same as getting fucked, not really. Just as the realization hit him, Nicole grabbed him by the hair and pulled him upright. "Don't kill 'er!" the Canadian finally yelled. 

Catherine gulped much-needed air into her lungs but bent to Karl's upright member almost immediately. Still catching up on oxygen, she explored another spot: Karl's balls. The twin glands pulsed with a life of their own. The loose skin over them tightened around the tender contents. With special care, she mouthed those aching globes, tracing spirals and circles. Just then, Nicola discovered his secret pleasure spot. Karl squeezed his eyes shut and arched his long back, a mute invitation for her to plunder deeper yet. 

There was not a second to be lost. Karl's peak, held off while he had given Catherine her head trip to oblivion, and then later by Nicola's inexperience, rushed at the three of them. Gleefully, though somehow respectfully, the small woman behind Karl pumped her fingers in and out of his hole with steadily increasing force and speed. Now that she and found the small hard bulge within his tight tunnel, there was no letting up. Scooping up the bottle of oil, she squirted some more onto her employed hand. Slippery fingers applied gratifying pressure to the Kiwi's sweet spot, unabated. Veins popped out on his forehead, his whole face red and shiny and he struggled to control his release for a few more seconds. 

For her part, Catherine was down on her knees in front him, taking his near-bursting organ into the back of her throat, swallowing, humming, getting in any stray lick she could. Lower, she noted the drawing up his testes against his body and prepared herself. 

Neither girl had ever heard a man scream like that, but scream Karl did as he gushed in orgasm, assaulted from two sides by the two aggressive females. A salty geyser of seed exploded into Catherine's ready mouth. She practically inhaled it, clamping her lips and sucking hard to heighten his release. Behind, Nicola let go of Karl's hair but barely slowed her plunging fingers. She snaked her free hand around his chest to tug a rock-hard nipple. After the first scream, Karl dissolved into muddied growls, which lessened as his cream and energy drained from him. Before it was all swallowed, Nicola suddenly said to her friend, "Let me taste him."

It looked strange, for she was half his size, but Nicola assisted Karl in lying down or he might have fallen over, even from his knees. Then she crawled the short distance the redhead and kissed her soundly. Cathy snowballed her the white, silky remains of Karl's release. The girls turned to him as one to show him their twined-together tongues coated with his essences. His sides still heaving, he panted, wide-eyed, something semi-intelligible about, "... that is the hottest thing I've ever..." in a reverent tone. 

With a mutual grin and a simultaneous, communion-like gulp, the girls approached him and lay down, too. One on each side, a red head on one shoulder, a brown glinty one on the other, all that long hair thrown in long rivers to the sides, and Karl's own nearly black strands between, three sets of eyes watched the stars as the firelight died again, and the night died, and the stars faded into the morning light.