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The Time of My Life

By: rgjohn





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Chapter 1

After all these years, I can finally look back on 1968 and 1969 with nostalgia. It was a time that changed my life forever. I was just out of the Army, confused and lonely, hitchhiking my way across the country. (Those were the days when hitchhiking wasn't suicide, when someone would still pick you up just to be a good neighbor.) I was barely 21 but already an old man; twenty-two months of combat in Vietnam had a way of aging one long before their time. 

I had spent two tours in Vietnam; re-enlisting after my first tour because when I arrived home on leave I hardly recognized the world that I had left just 12 months earlier. 

It was the era of the Martin Luther King and Bobby Kennedy assassinations, the Chicago Seven trials and race riots in the streets. It was a time of tremendous change in America. The world had gone crazy, stark raving mad. In fact, I felt more at home in the jungles of Vietnam than I did on the streets of my own neighborhood. I guess, in truth, I missed the camaraderie and the true friendships that were forged by the incredible life and death struggle of combat. I probably would have re-enlisted for a third tour had I not been hit in the leg by a sniper's bullet, taking a piece of my thigh bone with it. 

In those months of combat, I had seen things that no young man should ever have to see. The death, destruction and sheer terror of war leaves a lasting impression on anyone, especially a teenager still "wet behind the ears." Nevertheless, in many ways it was a rewarding experience, forcing a confused 19-year-old kid to become a man and look at the world in a different light. 

When I arrived home after my second tour, my family said that they didn't recognize me and that I had changed. They were right. I acted different, I even looked different; my normally brown hair was bleached sandy blond from the relentless tropical sun, my bright blue eyes had that "thousand yard stare" and I had lost weight. 

That jagged hole where the bullet had passed through my thigh was the only physical scar that I had. However, mental scars were another matter altogether. The stress of combat leaves demons that I now know can be controlled but never conquered. 

There have been far too many nights during the past years where I would wake up screaming, faces of the dead and dying flashing in my mind. Any delusions of the glory of war died with four of my buddies that day on the side of a nameless hill, in the middle of nowhere. There are times to this day that I can still hear their screams, smell the odor of cordite in the air and hear the screeching of artillery shells passing overhead.

As soon as I arrived back in the States, I wanted to put it all behind me, to try to forget those faces and to find myself, to exorcise my demons. I immediately knew that I would not be able to do it at home. My family could not possibly understand. They wanted me to act the same, and just take up where I left off, to just be "me" again. However, that happy carefree teenager was gone forever. They could never understand that. 

My friends all seemed so immature, worrying about cars, girls, and parties. Whenever the subject of the war came up and they would express their uninformed views, I felt like hitting them. Then, when I almost hit my best friend, my anger flaring in an almost murderous frenzy, I knew that I have to get away.

Even my former girlfriends seemed so silly. When I tried to re-establish that incredible sexual tension that was there before I left for the Army I found boredom. Maybe my expectations had changed and I expected too much. On the other hand, maybe I just needed more maturity--sex and someone to talk to about the important things in life. 

The truth was that my family and friends hadn't changed; I had. So there I stood on that lonely stretch of highway, the cold September wind blowing the pouring rain sideways. I stood with my back to the wind; my thumb stuck out at the passing cars, my green duffel bag at my feet, water forming a puddle on the canvas. The wetness had begun to soak through my Army field jacket; the dark area where my buck sergeant stripes had been was barely visible on the sleeves. The hood over my head was no longer preventing the cold rain from running down my back.

For the millionth time I asked myself, what the hell am I doing here on this endless stretch of highway? 

Car after car passed me by. Several times, I saw brake lights but then the cars would speed off before I could reach them. 

Finally, I saw one slow then pull off the road to the emergency lane. I grabbed my bag and moved as fast as I could on my bad left leg. The blowing wind pushed my hood back and rain ran down my face, blurring my vision. I was desperately hoping the car wouldn't pull away at the last minute like so many had done before.

"Need a lift?" a pretty, young woman asked as she rolled down the window.

"God yes," I answered, quickly opening the back door and throwing my bag on the floor then jumping in. "Thanks for stopping," I said sincerely, using my hands to wipe the rain from my face.

"I'm Sandy and this is my sister Jessica," the driver said, motioning to a sullen teenager on the passenger side of the car. She didn't turn to greet me so I assumed that she didn't much like the idea of her sister picking up a stranger. 

"Pleased to meet you, I'm Gary," I said.

"That's Justin beside you," Sandy said.

I turned and was surprised to see a two or three year old boy sitting in the seat next to me. I was surprised that I had missed him because my powers of observation were normally very keen from months of searching the jungle for the enemy. Those same powers had kept me alive many times in dangerous situations. Then I had to tell myself that those skills didn't mean anything anymore, they weren't needed on the streets; that was the past.

"Hi Justin," I said and reached over to tickle the bright eyed little boy. I liked kids; most of the time better than adults. I liked their innocence, their honesty, and their ability to see things without years of accumulated bias. 

I looked back at the two women in the front seat. Jessica looked to be about eighteen or so with reddish hair falling straight down her back. Sandy was older; maybe twenty-two or three with dirty blond hair, curling over her shoulders. Both of them looked like those fresh faced, all-American, girls I had missed so much during the past two years. 

"Where you going?" Sandy asked, keeping her head turned forward but looking in the mirror at me. 

I could see her pretty eyes and freckles across her nose. "Across the country...wherever the road leads me," I answered in a much more cavalier tone than I really felt.

"We're heading home to San Francisco. You can ride as far as you want with us," Sandy said.

"That's great, thank you!" I said, happy to be out of the pouring rain and inside this dry, sweet smelling car. 

Jessica turned and glared at her sister, her lips tight in anger.

"May I ask why you stopped to pick me up?" I said, my curiosity getting the better of me.

"You're a soldier right...or at least were?"

"Yes, I just got out two weeks ago; a free man," I answered, trying to sound light and cheery, but most likely failing. 

"My husband was a soldier too. He died in Vietnam several months ago. Jessica, Justin and I are going home now," Sandy said, her voice sad, almost choking with emotions.

"I'm sorry. I saw too many good friends die there," I answered before I thought.

"You were in Vietnam?" she asked excitedly. 

"Yea, in my other life," I answered, and then added quickly, "Do you think this rain is ever going to stop?" I wanted to change the subject.

"Probably by the time we reach California...that's only 2000 miles away," Sandy said lightly, sensing my discomfort.

I liked Sandy immediately; her sister was another story.

Sandy and I talked for several hours, sharing stories and laughing. For some reason I found that I could talk to her, we seemed to share many of the same views on life. She had been through a life changing experience, having to grow up very quickly, just like me. 

Jessica sat stoically, grunting occasionally when she heard a comment that she didn't agree with. 

I found out that Sandy had been married for three years. Her husband was a helicopter pilot and had been shot down near the Cambodian/Laotian border. It had taken several months to retrieve the bodies and his helicopter. His body had finally been sent home and he was buried last week. The family had flown to Virginia for the funeral and Jessica was driving back home with Sandy and Justin. Sandy's belongings were somewhere between California and Virginia in a moving van.

"I think it's time we stopped for the night, I can't feel my legs anymore," Sandy said with a moan.

We pulled into a cheap looking motel with a flashing vacancy sign. There was a diner next to the motel and it was dinnertime. I hadn't eaten at all that day.

The rain had let up some when Sandy parked the car and we got out. 

I looked at the dilapidated metal building that housed the diner. "I hope we don't get food pois..." I started to say and stopped in mid-sentence when I saw the full view of Sandy. My shock was obvious.

"You've been in the jungle a long time huh?" Sandy said with a sweet smile when she saw my eyes moving up and down her body.

She had on a white blouse and the shortest skirt I had ever seen in my life. The mini skirt had just come into fashion when I went into the Army, thanks to pantyhose. I hadn't seen any of these new short skirts close up. However, Sandy wasn't wearing pantyhose and her legs looked tanned, firm, and very very long. 

"I...uh...well...yea...uh...I'm sorry," I stuttered, my face turning red. 

"It's all right, that's why we wear these things," Sandy said, trying to ease my embarrassment. "I don't generally dress this way to travel. Although it does give me a lot of freedom when the skirt pulls practically up to my butt when I sit," she said laughing. "We stopped to see my Aunt earlier today and she insisted that we go to church before we left. I wanted to get out of there so bad that I didn't even want to stop to change," she laughed. "My aunt's not that bad but Uncle Harry is a lecher. Unfortunately, I didn't really bring any church type clothes for the trip back so I had to borrow these from Jessica. Almost everything else is in the moving van. I guess I'm a little taller than my sister huh?" she said as she reached to tug the skirt down to cover more of her thighs. 

"No...uh...no, it looks fine," I stammered. God, I hadn't been this tongue tied talking to a girl since I was sixteen.

However, I wasn't flustered enough to miss the fact that she was braless under her blouse. I could see her nipples poking through the thin material and her breasts bounce freely as she laughed. (The late 60's were the beginning of the era where very few young women wore bras. Now those were "the good old days.")

"Come on Sandy, Justin's hungry," Jessica said in irritation as she stood waiting on the steps of the diner. She was wearing a pair of tight hip hugging, bell-bottom jeans with flowers sewn on the legs. Her blouse covered what appeared to be substantial (braless) breasts but left her midriff bare. The blouse had long puffy sleeves. She looked like the typical hippie or "flower child" as we called them later.

I got a great view of Sandy's legs, almost to her buttocks as she walked up the steps to the restaurant. My shame at being a "lecher" was overcome by my own long suppressed sexual longings. I could feel my lower region begin to tingle and pulse with a life of it's own. It had been a long time. 

Chapter 2

We had a pleasant dinner with Sandy and I doing all the talking. Jessica was still sulking, her anger at her sister obvious. 

Justin seemed to be a great little guy. He sat across from me laughing and giggling; Jessica sat next to me, keeping as much room as possible between us. 

I started to shoot little pieces of paper with my straw at Justin, making him giggle louder. I often played these games with my little brothers and sisters. Because I was the oldest of six kids, with two brothers and three sisters, I spent a great deal of time helping my mother after my father died in a car accident when I was fourteen. The fact was, I could have gotten out of the draft because I was the "breadwinner of the family"; however, I was looking for adventure and wanted to do my "patriotic" duty.

When we finished dinner, I insisted on paying. I had a little bit of money that I had saved in the Army. Even though I needed to conserve it because I was not sure when or if I wanted to find a job, I still felt obligated to pay something for the ride. 

As Jessica and I waited by the car, Sandy went into the motel and got a room. When she came back out she looked at me and said, "The room is real small but you can sleep on the floor if you want."

"Sandy!" Jessica practically screamed.

I looked over at Jessica then back at Sandy and said, "That's okay, I'll just sack out in the back of your car if that's alright with you? I've slept in far worse places."

"Well, suit yourself, the offer stands, regardless of my rude sister," Sandy said glaring at Jessica.

We drove around to the back of the building and parked in front of the door to the room. 

"You can come in after we take our showers and get cleaned up if you want. I'll let you know when we're done."

"Thanks."

About an hour later, I saw Sandy standing in the doorway with a towel wrapped around her waving me into the room. I grabbed my shaving kit and a towel and hurried into the room, trying not to limp. 

I saw Sandy look at me with what could have been sadness or maybe pity. Then she caught herself and smiled. "Good, you have a towel. I was afraid I was going to have to let you have mine," she said with a sexy smile as she held her towel around her otherwise naked body.

"If I had known that, I would have left mine in the car," I answered, smiling as I hurried into the bathroom past a scowling Jessica, playing with Justin on the bed. 

It had been several days since I had had a shower and the hot water felt great. It felt wonderful to be clean again. Not too long ago I would go for months without the benefit of a shower. At the time, that never bothered me because everyone else smelled just as bad. 

As I shaved I looked around the bathroom and almost felt at home. With three sisters, the bathroom was always a wreck, clothes, hair curlers, and wet towels all over the place. I felt a little pang of homesickness but put it aside. 

I dried my face and packed up my shaving kit. As I started to leave, I noticed a pair of panties lying in the corner on the floor. I impulsively reached down, picked up the panties, and quickly stuffed them into my shaving kit. Then I hesitated, feeling guilty, but not guilty enough to put them back. 

When I walked out of the bathroom, I saw Sandy sitting on the bed, still in her towel, rubbing cream on her legs. I didn't mean to stare but I couldn't help it. The towel barely covered her legs. I thought I could see a wisp of pubic hair as she worked to smooth the cream on her thighs. My face turned scarlet when she looked up and smiled at me, seemingly unconcerned that I could see between her legs. 

"Uh...thanks, good night," I stammered, that tingling feeling starting in the lower region again. I rushed out of the room and through the pouring rain to the car. 

It only took me a few minutes to get situated on the back seat, my blanket over me, and my throbbing erection in my hand. I wished that I had some of that skin cream right now I thought as I began to move my hand up and down the shaft. 

In my mind, I could still see Sandy's smooth cream covered thighs and that dark area just above. I sighed to myself and moved my hand faster. Then I remembered the panties. I reached down to the floor and pulled them out of my shaving kit. I brought the soft material to my nose and inhaled the sweet fragrance of a woman. It brought back so many memories and made my erection pulse with need. I didn't know if the panties belonged to Sandy or not but I pretended that they did. It wouldn't have mattered if they belonged to Jessica; she was a sexy girl as well, regardless of her demeanor. As my excitement grew, I wrapped the panties around my erection and used the silky material to masturbate. 

My hips were moving up and down slowly, forcing my penis in and out of the panties when suddenly I heard a tap on the window. Startled, I opened my eyes to see Sandy, looking in the window at me. I didn't have time to put my shrinking penis back in my pants so I kept the blanket over my waist and reached over to unlock the door for her to get in out of the rain. As she slid in, I saw that she had a jacket wrapped around a nightshirt, which came to mid-thigh; her legs and feet were bare. 

"I'm sorry to bother you but I though you might talk to me for a little while."

"Uh...yea, sure...I uh would love to," I said nervously as I saw her short nightshirt pull up her thighs to reveal those sexy legs and the shadowy area between. Again, I thought I could see pubic hair. A little shiver ran through me as I realized that she didn't have panties on. 

Almost immediately, the back of the car was filled with the sweet smell of scented soap and shampoo. It was a wonderful clean and fresh smell after so many months of nothing but the pungent smell of rotting jungle vegetation. Her smell was almost intoxicating, making my head spin.

Sandy curled up on the seat with her bare legs under her and sat back, a serious look on her face. "Can you tell me about what it was like over there? I want to know what my husband...Rick...went through before he di...he crashed."

I sighed and rubbed my eyes, trying to think of a way to gently tell her that I didn't want to talk about this. Yet, as I looked at her tearing eyes I knew that she needed something, needed to feel a connection with her lost mate. So, I began to talk, telling her some of the details but keeping much of the horror and pain from her. I'm sure his situation was very different from mine as a helicopter pilot. It was certainly no less dangerous than the infantry but it was different. 

I was surprised at how easy it was to tell her things that I had told no one else. I told her of the loneliness, of the friends that I had lost and of the sheer terror of combat. All of the things that are universal to every soldier. 

After a while, she began to cry. I wasn't sure what to do so I reached out and pulled her close to me. I wanted to cry too but there were no tears. 

Sandy pulled back and looked into my eyes as the tears streamed down her cheeks. Suddenly, our lips were pressed together in a gentle kiss that gradually became more passionate. I moaned when her tongue slid into my mouth to duel with my own tongue. The windows of the car quickly began to steam up as our passion grew. I was desperate to go further but hesitated, not wanting to take advantage of her delicate emotional state. Then she solved that problem when she reached over, almost in frustration, and pulled my hand to her thigh.

I moaned as my hand caressed the smooth and warm skin of her thigh. Hoping that I had a green light, my hand moved higher hesitantly; still unsure until I felt her move her legs apart giving me access to the warm area between her legs. 


The Time of My Life



It was an age ago, but I remember it like yesterday. My first time, our first time. It was so unlikely; we hardly knew each other. And yet, there was a something that brought us together for a passion that, for a while, seemed unstoppable.

Let's go back in time, to a couple of years before. Like most 18 year old boys, I had my hormones running wild. All desire and nowhere to spend it. To make matters worse, I was a University student; just starting a Commerce degree of all things. So many other males were doing that course and too few females. So much sex drive, nowhere to satiate it.

The first few days at University were dazzling. One minute your are at high school and you still feel like a child. The next minute you are a man in a grown-up world. An independent world. The first year of the course is pretty much set except for the humanities 'elective'. Psychology or sociology? Surnames starting A to K do Sociology, L to Z do Psychology. So much for 'elective'. Surname 'M' equals psychology.

Soon we were into our routine. One thing was for certain; psychology was not that flash. Exciting concepts like synaptic transmission of nerve impulses. The lecturers and our tutor made no apologies. It was what it was and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

It must have seen like an age at the time, but looking back it seems like those three years flew by. Subject after subject, exam after exam. Doing labouring work on holidays to make ends meet. I was as fit as I had ever been. Meeting a few girls on campus, but there were never enough girls to go around. Except for the Asian students. There were lots and lots of Asian girls doing our course. They had paid to come to Australia and study. They didn't socialise with us Australians, and we pretty much left them alone. They got great marks, better than we did. We knew they worked very hard. We didn't think about it much then, but it is clear that their families had sacrificed for them, and they felt obliged by getting Distinctions in every subject.

The final year was more interesting. The subjects were more mature. Even psychology had come of age. I was 19 by then and we were studying SEX. Actually, it was sexuality. But it was good. Really, really good. It may have been the 1970's, but society was still naive. It still is. At University though, we were with a mature and confident 30-something female tutor studying sexuality. Not advanced sex education; we were doing something much more valuable. Every aspect of our sexual being came under the microscope for two full semesters. It was not enlightening, it was a revelation. At the end of it I had lost my virginity. But there was more to it than that. I didn't know at the time, but my sexuality was never going to be the same. I was 'different' to other people. I knew that society, despite what the majority thought, was so sexually suppressed. In the end, it affected me with more than just sex. My mind questioned why this was so. Why do we deny ourselves things that can bring so much pleasure and harm no-one? Why do we do it? As I attempted to answer those questions over the years, I realised that my moral and religious views had changed forever. It had challenged me and as a result it changed my life.

Like all tutorials, psychology had its fair share of assignments and presentations. For this year, we were going to work in pairs to do one big presentation each. Our tutor was democratic, she paired us off. One male and one female to work together on our big assignment. My allotted partner was one of the Asian girls named 'Annette'. Our big assignment, 'Sexual Practices in Traditional Societies.' By traditional we were studying non-Western. Anywhere and everywhere that Western morals had not yet reached, or writings from times ago before Westerners had altered the natural balance of harmony.

After the tutorial where we had been 'allocated', Annette and I met up outside to work out where to start. Because the Asian students kept to themselves, we Australians hadn't paid much attention to them. Sitting down with her, my perceptions subtly changed. Sure, she was 'different', but she was also quite attractive. Petite with long black hair. She had a very quiet manner; to me it spoke of being shy. But she had a nice and sweet voice. The sweet voice, more than anything else, sparked an attraction. We agreed we needed more time than an hour or so between lectures to plan a major assignment and presentation like this. Considering the options, my home was not convenient as Annette had no way of getting there easily, and did not like the idea of a ride on my motorcycle much. She shared a Victorian era house nearby with some other students, so that seemed like the better bet. We agreed to meet up at seven that evening.

THE STUDENT HOUSE

My motorcycle had been so handy for the three years or so that I had been riding. I was able to park right outside her house. She must have been expecting me, she answered the door almost as soon as I first knocked. Other students were in the lounge watching television, so we adjourned up the narrow staircase to her bedroom. The room was rather cramped with a bed, a desk, a chair and little room for anything else. I took the bed and she sat on the chair. We made some notes about the societies we would research. Tahiti was number one priority. The Cook and Bligh expeditions gave us a huge amount of material on Polynesian sexuality. Other societies included the Plains Indians of North America and, to a lesser extent, the primitive hill tribes of the Himalayas. We divided the research and agreed to meet the same time next week.

During the course of that week, I had managed to obtain from my council Library two textbooks on Tahiti. Books researched from those early expeditions. Lots of detail on their sexual practices. I was quite happy with my discovery and I was sure that this would be valuable to our assignment.

Tuesday night, 7 o'clock and Annette must have been waiting for me again. I took my bag upstairs and suggested that I had found something that she would have been interested in. I handed her the two books and her eyes lit up. I watched her and I saw something. The normal inscrutable expression she wore just dropped away like removing a mask. The excitement of my discovery showed something I hadn't seen before. No, she was more than a little attractive. Suddenly, she was genuinely pretty. And I could see this assignment meant a lot to her.

She had photocopied some materials, also on Tahiti but other cultures as well. With the materials to hand, we were in a position to make a start. There was no great rush, we had about four weeks or so to finish it. But it did seem obvious that her room was not the place for two people to write an assignment and prepare for a presentation. My house wasn't any better. There was too much family and not enough privacy. We needed somewhere to work. I suggested one full weekend would break the back of this thing. She looked shocked with my vernacular until I explained that what I really meant was to do the bulk of the required work. I knew I had a place, but I wondered... I looked at her again, happiness had been replaced by inscrutability. Inscrutability now replaced by worry. She was concerned. I decided to uncover my idea to see what her reaction was.

"I know of a place. A place with no interruptions for a whole weekend. Nothing but peace and quite and a few magpies," I started.

Narrowing her expression somewhat, "Where is this place?"

"A holiday house. My parent's holiday house. About three hours away."

"Not on your motorcycle."

"Of course not. I can borrow my mother's car for the weekend."

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"Absolutely. It's perfect. It doesn't get used much in the colder weather. I can pick you up on a Friday night and we would be back on Sunday."

"It sounds good. When?"

"How about the weekend after next?" I offered.

It was agreed. Friday after next I would pick her up in the afternoon at three. A weekend of work at the house by the bay.

THE JOURNEY

It was just after three on a fine autumn afternoon when I eventually found a parking spot for the car. I quickly made my way back to the now familiar house where Annette was waiting for me. She had two bags for the weekend and I helped her with the larger one.

Soon we were on our way. The inner city traffic was left behind as we progressed through the suburban sprawl. Annette admitted to me that in all the time she had been living here, she had never travelled further than we were now. I promised her that soon she would see such lovely countryside.

Soon enough we left the city behind us and in the late afternoon shadows we made our way along the rolling South Gippsland ranges that make up the familiar journey to the holiday house. I checked the time and suggested to her that we should eat at the last major town, Leongatha, and that way we don't need to worry about food when we eventually arrive. I offered the pub as a possible eating venue. 

"Pub?" she asked.

"Hotel," I clarified.

She seemed horrified at the thought of a hotel. I suggested the town has a nice Chinese restaurant and that seemed more acceptable.

The journey was absolutely perfect. The long shadows highlighted the green hills and lush pastures of this part of the State. I explained that this region was the main dairy producing area of the state, the source of our milk, cream and cheese. Annette was really surprised. After the grimy greyness of the city, this was almost magical.

We cruised into Leongatha just after six and made our way to the local Chinese restaurant. It was nice to be out of the car for a spell, even with just 30 or 40 minutes to go to our final destination. We organised what to order and waited for the food to arrive. For the first time in the couple of weeks we had known each other, we were able to relax and talk without thinking about University and presentations. I think we both knew that was tomorrow's problem. This evening was something different.

I gently probed her background, and her shyness started to melt. She explained she was Chinese but from Malaysia. Her parents had paid money for her to study in Australia and she would be returning once she graduated. My background was straightforward, born and raised here and sacrificing a little for now to get my reward later. We moved to some more personal details, she had not had any boyfriends, she was expected to only go out with the men of her own race, but she had not found anyone suitable yet. When she got home, one day she would marry a Malaysian Chinese man and become his wife. They would have servants and she would be able to continue working. But she would never be able to be his equal. This was puzzling to me, but I held my tongue.

"What do you think of this subject, this semester?" I asked her.

"It is fascinating. I didn't know that there was so much knowledge that has been discarded. Knowledge about women mostly," she replied.

"You're right. I'm sure that apart from passing, I hope to make good use of this one day."

"You haven't had any girlfriends yet?" she asked.

"A couple, sort of," I admitted. "But nothing serious."

"So you haven't..."

"No. And you?"

"No."

The food arrived and halted our conversation.

Afterward, in typically blunt fashion, I asked her what her family would think about her and me in the house for the weekend. She admitted that they would be horrified if they ever found out. But they would never find out. And when I first made the suggestion of this weekend away, she thought it would be good to spend some time away with someone. I wondered what she meant.

Soon we were on our way. It was all but dark now, but I knew the roads like the back of my own hand. The last part of this drive always seems the longest. Pitch dark outside, the odd light from a farmhouse here and there. Suddenly, the light of the little village before the final few kilometers to the holiday house. Plenty of other houses around, but out of season the place seemed deserted. I put the car away and used the torch to unlock the house and switch on the lights. We carried our luggage inside.

THE HOLIDAY HOUSE

The curtains had been shut all day, and the house was cool and a little damp. Fortunately the fire, a cast iron stove, had been set after the previous visit. I lit a match and soon the paper and kindling were blazing away. The room lights were harsh. I turned on a side light and turned off the main lights. The room was cosy now.

I put my bag in the small bedroom and hers in the main bedroom. When I returned I noticed her sitting on the floor in front of the fire, just watching the flames through the open door.

"In Malaysia, we don't have fires. It's always too hot. This is nice."

"It's still a bit cold. Do you want a blanket to keep warm?" I asked.

She nodded, "That would be nice."

I grabbed a spare blanket from the cupboard and placed it around her shoulders. I went to put away our food. The front of the house was one long room with the lounge and fire at one end and the kitchen at the other. From the kitchen, I watched her staring at the fire. Another log was needed, I threw one onto the blaze. I turned around and Annette lifted up one corner of the blanket, a corner for me to crawl in beside her. I sat close to her and she placed the blanket around me, hugging me as she did so. I wrapped my arms around her and she leant her head on my shoulder. We just sat there, in a gentle hug, watching the flames and feeling the warmth spread through the house.

As we sat, holding each other, the heat started to become noticeable. Annette pulled away and removed her thick woollen jumper before leaning against me again. Through the thin material of her t-shirt, I could clearly feel her soft breasts pressing into my chest. I felt my heart pounding, my breath was a little short.

"Michael," she said.

"Yes."

"Do you like me?"

"Annette, I like you a lot. I have liked you from the time we first met."

"I like you too. You are kind and gentle. I want my first time to be with someone who is kind and gentle."

It took a moment for me to realise what she had just said. I didn't say anything.

"Do you want to see more?" she quietly asked.

Wordlessly I nodded.

In one quick move she removed her t-shirt. Then she reached behind and removed her bra. She leaned against my shoulder again. I watched her eyes. I could see the invitation. 'Go on Michael' they were saying.

I touched her breasts. They were amazing. So soft and yet standing so firm. I cupped my hands under them to feel the weight. I ran the palm of my hand over her nipples. I heard Annette moan a little. I did it again. I gently stroked her nipples and leant forward to kiss her. I felt the wetness of her lips against mine. She was so soft, her body, her breasts, her lips. It was so heavenly.

She reached to unbutton my shirt. Nervous, fumbling, I undid the remaining buttons. My heart was beating fast now. I quickly pulled the shirt out of my trousers and discarded it. 

"Your chest is hairy," she said as she ran her fingers through the thin, dark hair. "It looks nice, manly." She touched my nipples. I shuddered with the sensation. "Is that alright?" she asked. I nodded. She did it again. I wrapped my arms around her, drawing her close to me. Under the blanket we resumed our hug. Skin against skin. Her soft skin against mine. I ran my hands through her long hair. She just held me. We hugged and kissed.

Her breasts fascinated me. I reached down and kissed her nipple. I felt its firmness. I kissed it again. Gently, I drew it between my lips. She gasped. I knew it was a gasp of pleasure. I sucked on her nipple, feeling it with my lips. It was the most amazing thing I had ever felt. I moved to her other nipple and kissed it. I felt it grow with my kisses. I sucked it as well. Feeling it grow harder. I ran my hand over one nipple and sucked the other. She kissed me on the side of my neck. We held each other, kissing some more. Lit by the soft room light and the glow of the fire.

Annette peeled away the blanket and stood up. I watched her. I knew what was coming next. She unzipped her jeans and wriggled them over her hips. I sat there fascinated as she tossed them aside. Then she slipped out of her white panties and stood before me. She was just so...beautiful. And she was ready for me.

Emboldened, I stood up and removed the rest of my clothing. We stepped close to each other and embraced. I am not a big person, but she seemed so vulnerable, clasped in my arms like that. She wrapped her hand around my erection, her fingers not able to reach all the way around. I felt her warm grasp on me, it was so wonderful. Quietly she said "Lets do it here, in front of the fire."

"I have some condoms," I offered.

"No need. I have taken precautions."

Aha, I thought, she planned this as much as I did. I looked around the room and noticed that each of the chairs and couches had removable cushions. I grabbed all of the cushions and arranged them in front of the hearth. I placed the blanket over the top and invited her to join me. She lay down beside me and I started to explore her body. The flair of her hips, her thighs, her bottom and those lovely soft breasts. She ran her hands through my hair and held my manhood as if she never wanted to let me go.

Thoughts ran through my mind. Where to now? What to do? How to do it? I remembered all we had absorbed during our tutorials. I knew she would be on the same wavelength as me.

"Annette, you know women usually don't orgasm through intercourse," I started.

"Yes."

"I want you to orgasm with me." I thought about how. "Do you masturbate?" I asked her.

"You're embarrassing me."

"It's okay, almost everyone does. You do, don't you?"

"Yes, sometimes."

"Can you show me?"

She started to rub herself. I watched.

"Can I do that?" I asked.

I replaced her hand and tried to imitate what she had been doing. "Is that okay?"

"Yes."

"Put your hand on mine and show me how."

She did, pressing a little harder than I had been doing.

Keeping up the even stroke, I got right up close to her, cradling her head and kissing her. She took her hand away from mine and held me instead. I rubbed her and I kissed her. I felt her heart beating faster. I wanted to comfort her, to relax her, to help her to come. I kissed her again, this time deeply. For the first time our tongues touched, exploring, rubbing each other's tongue while I was rubbing her pussy. Locked together in a deep and passionate kiss. Our nervousness was cast aside as passion took over. 

She put her hand on mine and pressed me harder again. I rubbed her a little more vigorously. She broke off the kiss and started to moan. I kissed the side of her neck, I felt her shudder with the sensation. I continued to cradle her as I rubbed her.

She started to move her hips around, pressing up and from side to side. I pressed her harder again. She moaned again. I thought I heard her say something, but it was in another language. Still I rubbed her. Rubbed her steadily as she started to writhe on the cushions. 

Suddenly, I felt her body tense and she cried out in that language. I stopped rubbing as she opened her eyes and smiled. She grabbed me and kissed me hard. "That was lovely," was all she said. I felt so happy. Happy for her, happy for me.

"I want to taste you," I asked.

"And I want to taste you too," Annette replied.

She turned around and knelt astride me, lowering her pussy toward my face. At the same time, I felt her take me in her mouth, the warm sensations of her lips running up and down my cock. Her pussy was framed in straight black hair. I brushed it aside as I aimed for her love spot with my tongue. I tasted her wetness, it was a little bitter, but nice. I enjoyed exploring the folds of skin. Running my tongue up and down and then right inside her. She gasped, but it was a nice gasp. I entered her again and she let me go. I continued to run my tongue around her pussy, enjoying the smooth softness of her womanhood. Tasting her.




The Time of My Life



"I want you inside me." Annette raised herself and lay down beside me. 

I couldn't believe what I heard. This was it. I nestled between her legs, my arms bent to take my weight. I slowly edged forward. I felt her hand touch my shaft, guiding me towards her opening. I felt myself entering a pussy for the very first time. Annette's lovely pussy. It was wet as I touched her lips, slowly parting them as I eased the head of my cock into her. Warm, wet and slippery as I entered her virginal love tunnel. Wet and slippery as I pushed forward, her tight pussy devouring my manhood. 

Suddenly, I felt a resistance. She was still intact. I looked down at her.

"It's okay," was all she said.

I pushed forward, the resistance was squashing the head of my cock. I looked at her. She was frowning.

"Just do it."

I pushed and suddenly the resistance gave way. Annette gasped as I drove right into her, her pussy taking all I had to give.

"You alright?" I asked.

"Yes," she whispered. "It hurt a little, but it's better now."

Aware of her pain, I slowly drew back, savouring the sensations as her pussy pulled against my withdrawing cock. As far out as I could judge before sliding back in again. I could feel her body relaxing. I slid into her again. I looked deep into her eyes. She smiled. 

"Is it okay?" she asked.

"It's brilliant. It's so nice, so slippery. And you?"

"It's wonderful. I can feel you in me."

I wanted to last, I wanted to savour every moment of the so light but so wonderful caress of her pussy on my cock. I resisted the urge to go fast, just gently sliding in and out. Gently feeling her warm tunnel wrapped around me, pulling on my skin, urging me to come. But not yet. I used every ounce of concentration I had to make this last. I had waited a long time for this.

"Michael. Harder. Come in me Michael."

I picked up speed, my body took control now. Faster and faster. I could feel it now, the tension building in my own body. My cock started to tingle, the pulses had already started. Closer and closer. I could feel Annette's legs wrapped tight around me. Willing me on. Willing me to come. Closer and closer. The feelings were so intense. With one last thrust, I buried myself deep inside her just as I came. Wave after wave of pleasure as each spurt of come pumped deep into her. Slowly sliding out and sliding in as the last of my come emptied into her womanhood. A bliss descended. I felt overjoyed. I gently lay on Annette, my lover. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, drawing me close to her, holding me. She kissed me. 

"I love you Michael."

"I love you too Annette."

"Did it hurt?"

"A little. But it was worth it. Did it hurt you?"

"No. It was sensational."

She let me go and I gently eased out of her. I saw my cock was large but losing it's stiffness. In the glow of the fire I could see the shine of our juices on me. I lay on the cushions beside her. Just holding her in my arms.

POLYNESIAN STYLE

The light shone through the gaps in the curtains. The distinctive song of the magpies on the trees outside reminded where I was. Beside me, I heard Annette's gentle breathing. It was cool inside. I slipped on some underwear and went to tend to the fire in the lounge. It was still burning slowly from the night before. I stoked it up and put some more wood on. As I returned from the bathroom, I could see the flames devouring the wood, warming the house.

I climbed into bed. Annette was still asleep. I cuddled up to her warm naked body. She seemed so peaceful. I drifted in and out of sleep.

Suddenly I felt her stir and stretch. I kissed her on the shoulder, hoping she would remember that this was a long way from her inner city bedroom. She rolled over and kissed me warmly.

"Morning." I said. "Sleep well?"

"Yes. This place is so peaceful. What time is it?"

"Eight."

"Eight. I wonder what we can do?" Annette asked.

"I thought, before we got into work proper, we could put my Tahitian books to work."

"Have you got an idea?"

"Well, last night was nice. But I have a feeling that this morning could be better."

"I doubt that."

"Well, we can but try," I offered.

She kissed me again. "We can indeed."

As she returned from the bathroom, she asked me "What's this Tahitian thing then?"

I explained that I had read my books and found that the Polynesians were very much into sexual pleasure and in particular making sure that females had equal sexual pleasure. We knew that already. Well, they generally had sex with the woman on her all fours, man kneeling behind. This, we now know, enables the penis to hit the g-spot. It also enables the man, or the woman, to rub the clitoris during sex. The Christian missionaries, for some reason or other, didn't like this position and they encouraged the male on top position. The 'missionary' position.

"Ah," she exclaimed. "So that's where missionary comes from."

"Right. I thought we should try it out, Polynesian style. Purely for research of course."

She looked at me blankly.

"Sorry," I explained, "Australian humour."

We stripped the bed back to the sheets and commenced our research. In the morning light she was more beautiful than the night before. This time it was easier, not so many nerves. We were more comfortable with each other. We embraced and kissed and explored and pleasured each other. We held each other tight. Again she straddled me, her sweet pussy so close to my face. I held her bottom and explored her. Using my tongue with a little more purpose this time. Watching and listening for her reactions. Asking her how it felt. As I explored her, I must have touched somewhere special.

"Yes, just there," she exclaimed. "Stay there."

I looped my tongue around that spot.

"Oh yes, do it some more."

I kept it up, holding onto her bottom and just looping around that one spot. I heard her moan. I pressed a little harder. She let go of me and pressed herself harder too. I kept it up. I thought I must have hit with my tongue the spot I rubbed the night before.

"Oh yes, keep on going. That feels good."

I kept on going. And going and going. She pressed down onto my face, willing me to press harder.

"Oh, Michael. I think..." and I felt the muscles in her bottom tense. At the same time she gasped out loud. I saw her open her eyes and she looked very serious. "Michael, I didn't know... I didn't know we could do that."

"I didn't either," I admitted. I sat on my haunches for a few moments until she got her breath. "Polynesian style," I suggested.

She got onto her hands and knees and I knelt behind her. I gently pressed forward and she guided me in. I looked down, fascinated to see my erection entering her. This was so much tighter than yesterday. Yesterday it felt like her pussy was caressing me. Today it felt like she was swallowing me. Still deliciously slippery, but so much tighter. I looked at my cock, as I drew it out. Already slick with her juice. My word, this is a hot position.

I held onto her hips with one hand and started to thrust gently. At the same time I reached down with my other hand and started to rub her. I thrust and I rubbed. Soon she was moaning quietly. I could just hear her.

"Do you want me to go faster?" I asked.

"No. That's just fine. It feels, different. Nice."

I kept it up. Fortunately my holiday jobs had built my leg muscles up. Even so, after a few minutes they started to ache a little. Annette reached behind and started to rub her own pussy, faster and firmer than I had been. I used both hands to brace myself on her hips. I could see her still rubbing while I held her and thrust inside that oh so tight pussy of hers. This was delicious, no question.

"Michael, I think I'm gonna come again."

I kept it up, but it was hard. My legs were a little sore and I didn't want to come before she did. I could see her rubbing herself furiously.

"Faster."

I increased the tempo. I could feel myself getting closer and I wasn't sure how long I could last. But I wanted to see if we could make this happen. The sensations in my cock were getting more and more intense.

Suddenly she cried out. I felt her pussy grip my cock even harder. Four or five times, maybe more. I ground hard into her as I came. The pleasure sweeping through me. So much more intense than yesterday. As the last waves died away, I noticed the ache in my legs. I pulled out and flopped onto the bed to ease the discomfort.

Annette looked at me and said, "Those missionaries have a lot to answer for."

THE ASSIGNMENT

After showering and breakfast, it was time to start work. The kitchen table was a perfect workspace and we could sit side by side and share the same material. We agreed that I would write up the Polynesian side of things, seeing as that seemed to be my obsession. She would concentrate on the Plains Indians of North America. I suggested that if we write this assignment longhand, I could type it when I get home and then get my father to photocopy it. I explained that I could touch type, and copy typing longhand notes was really quick to do.

By midday, we were both a little weary. I had brought some rolls and fillings. Annette helped to make lunch. I took two folding chairs on the balcony and we sat in the fresh air, eating lunch and enjoying the peace. She admitted it was a lovely spot.

While we took our break, I asked her if she would be comfortable to go to the local Hotel for dinner. She wasn't at all keen. She didn't drink and I think she thought it would be the local den of debauchery. I explained you can drink anything. Fruit juice, soft drink. And it was a country pub, just friendly farmers and their families. The families convinced her, wives and children meant it must be okay.

Come six and the assignment was going well. We had final, hand-written notes on about three-quarters of it. I had already lit the fire and the house was warm and cosy. Before we headed to the Hotel, I threw a large log onto the fire to make sure we had plenty of heat for when we got back.

THE HOTEL

As always, the hotel was cheerful. Groups of men stood around the bar in cheerful conversation. The fire blazed in the dining room beyond. Families occupied the larger tables. We found a smaller table for two and I got some drinks. Soft drink for Annette and a beer for me. She raised her eyebrows. I told her that a glass of ale didn't do anyone any harm.

I apologised for the menu, but she said she was surprised how warm and friendly the place was. I told her that country pubs were usually nicer than city ones. After all, this was the only Saturday night entertainment for a half hour drive in any direction.

The food was plentiful and we were both very satisfied as we made our way to the car outside. Soon we were back in the cosy warmth of our house. I had brought some music with me and selected a piece I thought would go down well. The house had all of the comforts of home, including a half-decent stereo.

"Classical?" Annette asked me

"Handel," I replied. "Concerto Grossi. Actually it is Baroque, much older than Classical.

"It's nice."

I sat on the couch, and she laid on my lap as we listened to the music. I run my hands through her hair. She seemed so peaceful. It was a lovely night together.

THE BEACH

I awoke with a start. I felt Annette's arms around me, holding me. I turned to kiss her.

"I was watching you," she said. "You looked so handsome asleep." I stretched, she cuddled up to me. "I put some wood on the fire."

After I returned to bed she was sitting cross legged on the sheet. "We haven't seen the beach yet."

"Alright, lets get dressed and do it. You will need to dress warmly"

There were two rows of sand dunes between the house and the beach. The first row was covered with scrub and didn't look like sand at all. The dunes protected the house from the prevailing wind. Hand in hand, we set off for the walk to the beach. We followed the road into the estate and then turned left and headed over the hills. As we topped the second rise, the wind hit us. Strong and cold, the salt spray noticeable in the air. Annette pulled the hood of her jacket over her head and tied it. I grabbed her around her waist, as if to protect her from the cold wind.

We descended onto the sand. The sea was grey and restless. The sand still damp from the mornings high tide. We made our way close to the water, the white-topped waves breaking in the bay and rolling in close to our feet. The wind whipped around our clothing. My ears stung with the cold. We held each other close as we walked toward the headland. I explained about days long ago, before the roads were passable and trading was by coastal shipping. About steam ships caught in gales and driven onto this beach to founder. In fact, at very low tide, there were the remains of a couple of wrecks still. Not much more than the keel was left, but reminder enough of the wild weather. Annette didn't need any convincing about that.

The wind made talking difficult, so we held onto each other as we strolled in silence, the wind tearing at our clothing and stinging any exposed skin. After about 20 minutes, Annette admitted she was cold. We turned our backs to the wind and headed back to the house.

The stroll back was much more pleasant. Despite the cool autumn weather, once we crossed the dunes the wind was behind us and it felt almost warm.

"What did you think of that?" I asked her.

"It's very cold."

"Yes, even in summer, days for swimming have to be picked. But swimming isn't what this place is about."

"What is it then?" Annette sounded a little confused

"Don't you know?"

"Peace. Peace from the city," she replied.

The house looked cheerful as we got close, smoke drifting from the chimney. She squeezed my hand as she asked, "I want to do it Indian style."

"Indian style?"

"Yes, American Indian. I will be good for our assignment."

I couldn't argue with that. "And just what is Indian style?"

"It's me on top of you."

"That sounds nice. I'm going to have an easy time this morning, aren't I?"

"That's the point," she replied. "Men can last longer and women can receive more pleasure."

The house was warm, the main lounge room cosy with the curtains drawn and the fire blazing. I arranged the cushions of the floor and placed a sheet on top. We stripped off and sat in front of the fire. We were both feeling warm. She looked so beautiful, more beautiful every time I saw her. We were more comfortable together too. Our first time was so nervous. The second time was better. I felt relaxed now, I knew her better and I could see she was more comfortable too.

We held each other and kissed passionately. Our tongues touched and explored. I felt her inside my mouth and I stroked her tongue with mine. I held her close to me, cupping my hands under the cheeks of her bottom, her soft breasts pressed into me. I bent down and kissed her little nipples, sucking them and feeling them grow. She held my shaft, I could feel my erection growing with her touch. My hands explored her pussy, her lips already oozing wetness. I kissed the side of her neck, she ran her hands through my hair. I rubbed her pussy, she stroked my hard cock.

"I want to make love to you," I said. She gave me room to lie down and then she knelt across my hips. Her slim body seemed much more vulnerable with her stretched like that. She reached down and guided me into her. I watched with fascination as such a small girl swallowed my big hard cock.

She braced her hands on my chest and started to rock back and forward. She was right, this was nice. Her warm pussy was stretched tight on me and she was setting the pace. I moved to meet her, trying to thrust to match her. It was hard to get it right. I always seemed out when I should have been in. I held onto her hips and gently guided her until we had a consistent rhythm. It felt good, it always felt good when I was inside her. Now I knew why people were so obsessed with sex. If there was anything else in the world better than this, I had yet to find it.

Once we were into a groove, I was free to explore. I squeezed her fleshy bottom, feeling her firm and so perfectly formed cheeks. I gently massaged her breasts, brushing her nipples. I put one hand to the side of her face and she tilted her head to rest it on me. This was not good, this was awesome. This was the best yet. And she was right, I didn't even feel like I was going to come. 

On and on we went, a gentle rhythm. Her pussy pulling and caressing my shaft. The sensations so perfect. I asked her if she was alright and she admitted her legs were starting to get sore. I asked if she wanted me on top and she agreed.

She raised herself, higher and higher until my hard cock was free. Soon I was between her legs, deep inside her. We had been making love for so long I felt an urgency to come. Our mouths locked together in a long and never-ending kiss as I drove into her. Drove fast and deep. Faster and faster. I needed to come. On top was different. I felt alive, I felt a real man. My manhood was driving us now.

I felt the sensations building. Again and again I thrust into her. Mouth locked against mouth, her pussy swallowing my hard cock. Again and again as I felt myself getting closer. Still I kissed her, my sensations amplified by our closeness. I felt it exquisitely close. Gradually closer until, the wave of ultimate pleasure enveloped me. I drove deep into her with one hard stroke as I came. Again and again I drove into her, each time another wave rolled down my cock. Again and again, each stroke a little slower, each wave tapering off until I was done. 

My heart was beating fast. Oh my, that had been good. I kissed her on the side of her neck and she wrapped her arms around mine. I thought, not only is sex great, it gets better! Better and better each time!

I whispered in her ear. "You didn't come, did you?"

"It's alright," she said.

"No, I can help you."

I knelt between her legs, her pussy was oozing my come. I used a corner of the sheet to wipe her. Then I ran my tongue around her. I used both my tongue and my fingers. I knew the spot to rub and how to rub it. She must have been hot, I heard her quietly moan as I rubbed her and licked her at the same time. As I rubbed and sucked and licked, I could feel her pressing up against my mouth. Yes, she was hot. Suddenly she shouted something and I knew she had come. I quietly lay beside her, holding her as she lay so peacefully.

FINISHING THE ASSIGNMENT

We had breakfast and started on the assignment again. Her sense of humour was different to mine. When she said that making love like that helped her with the assignment, I believed it. The day before had helped me. In a couple of hours we had read and corrected each other's work and it was ready for typing.

The weekend was coming to an end. We sat on the balcony to eat lunch in the weak autumn sun. Afterward we strolled around the local area, hand in hand. We saw nobody around. Everyone must be in the city, and all too soon we were packing to head home. I put some music on the car stereo. Neither of us were in the mood to talk.

As I got closer to her house, we finally spoke. I told her I should have it typed by the end of the week. She suggested I meet her on the weekend. Agreed, Saturday at ten.

NOT THE END

I arrived at 10. Annette opened the door, hugged me and kissed me.

"Let's go to my room."

I showed her the typed, copied and bound versions of the assignment. She was extremely impressed. She hugged me, more passionately this time.

"Michael, this is so perfect."

"Thanks."

"I've missed you."

"I've missed you too."

She sat on the bed and started to unbutton her blouse.

"Let's make love," was all she said.

I removed my clothing and joined her on the narrow bed. It had only been five days, but it seemed much longer. I asked her to get on top. She smiled. We made love, gently as was our style. This time she stayed on top. It was wonderful to watch her pretty face as I came deep inside her. As I was spent, she bent down to kiss me. I held her tight, my manhood still inside her. Still connected as lovers.




The Time of My Life



We lay close on her bed until almost lunchtime, then it was time for me to go.

A week later, it was time for our Tutorial presentation. The presentation went very well and I earned my first distinction of my course. But, I earned so much more.

We continued to meet. We saw some movies together. Her house always seemed so crowded, and being an Australian, I felt out as they rarely spoke English there. Instead we ate out at some of the cheaper places that students frequent. As often as we could we spent time in her room. Making love. We were comfortable with sex. Her friends must have known. Two of us going up to her room for an hour or so a couple of times a week.

The semester went all too quickly. One day she reminded me of what I already knew.

"You know I will be leaving in November?"

"Yes."

Before then, there is the study vacation. Two weeks to prepare for the end of year exams. I suggested that the holiday house would be perfect for a couple of days of peaceful study. 

"A couple of days without interruption," I said

"No interruptions?" she asked.

"Well, lots of sex," I admitted.

She kissed me. "Yes, lots of sex."

THE END

The exams were over, the results were in and it is time for her to go. As always she got good marks, one High Distinction, two Distinctions and a Credit. My marks were typical, Two credits and two passes. A credit for psychology though; fancy that.

I borrowed the car to drive her to the airport. To see her for the last time. She has given me her address in Malaysia so I can write to her. And we do, for a while. But the letters take longer to compose and the replies longer to receive. By this time, I am working, seeing other girls, but I never mention them in my letters. She must be seeing other men, but probably would not mention them either. 

Slowly, it drifts apart. Even though it didn't last, it was good. It was better than good. It was great. That shyness I first saw was just her natural reserve when she first met strangers. As we got to know one another, the shyness dissolved and she became my first lover. She showed a passion I didn't believe possible in such a quiet girl.

These days I am married with two growing children. And yet I look back on that time with more than affection. That first weekend together is something I will never forget. I remember every detail. The first time we were so nervous. And it was so beautiful. Learning, exploring, loving. Memories like that stay with you forever.

Copyright 2004 Cbrmale, Australia



The Time of My Life



Four hours and fifteen minutes. That's how much sleep I got last night. It was going to be a long hard day and I felt like crap. My head was pounding and my arms were like lead. As I parked I tried to remember the name of the woman whose home I was walking into. My boss J.W. had called me the day before and told me she had the perfect assignment for me. I was supposed to photograph this house for an article about living 'green'. That probably meant some rich lady had discovered recycling or bought a reusable shopping bag so she wanted her friends to know. J.W. sent me a text the night before with directions and told me to show up first thing this morning. At least I was there on time. 

J.W. Miller was a good boss. She gave me work that I liked. It wasn't very demanding or time consuming and most of it was a no-brainer. My schedule was flexible as long as I made deadline, and that worked for me. Shooting 'human interest' stories like this paid my bills so I could focus on what I really wanted to do. The problem was I didn't know what I wanted to do. If I knew that, doing this would be cool. The way things were...it was just going to be a long day. 

The sun was sneaking over the peak of the roof when I saw a Red Bull in the back of my trunk but it was empty. I needed caffeine and food bad. My camera was handy so I shot off a few frames of the exterior to get a head start on the work. The light lit the house perfectly. The shadows and light brought out details that you wouldn't see in the harsh midday sun. I added a quick flash as a fill light and got some incredible stuff. The sunlight's effect commanded so much of my attention I didn't see the faces looking down at me from the upstairs windows. If I'd been awake I might have noticed. 

I took my gear and headed around back to meet the housekeeper. My boss had given me pretty specific instructions on what to do. What J.W. didn't tell me was what a babe this housekeeper was. She was a cutie from somewhere in the Southern hemisphere. Her smile was welcoming and her eyes sparkled even at this ungodly hour. I set my bag down by the pool and turned to find her offering me a huge cup of coffee. The aroma was enough to make me propose marriage on the spot. I closed my eyes and sipped slowly to let it wash the cobwebs out of my brain before I tried to do anything more. "Oh, yeah. That's just what I needed. Thank you."

"You're welcome. My name is Leda. I take care of the house with Mrs. Westin and the girls."

"It's nice to meet you, Leda. I'm Nick Todd, but you can call me Banger."

Giggling she said, "Banger? How did you get a name like that?"

"It's a long story."

"You're here to get our story, right? Why don't you tell me yours and I'll tell you mine." She giggled again as she asked, "Isn't that how it's done?"

Coffee, a pretty girl and a laugh, my day was looking up. "Okay. I'll play along. I got it for a couple of reasons but it started when I was a kid. My full name's Thomas Nicholas Todd the III. The first day of school the other kids heard that and started calling me TNT, dynamite, Boomer, and Banger. I hated the last one the most so that's what stuck."

"Why do they call you Nick instead of Thomas?"

"They called my grandfather Thomas and my dad Tommy, so I wanted to be called Nick. But please call me Banger. All my friends do."

The last of the coffee was dancing over my tongue when she said, "I think I'd like to be your friend, Banger. I like you. You look like you could use some breakfast. Would you like a little something to nibble on?"

Evidently my brain hadn't fully started to function because I said, "I'll enjoy nibbling on anything you let me." She giggled but the woman behind me was not so sweet. 

"Excuse me. What did you say?"

I turned so quickly that I lost my balance and fell into the pool. Flailing about I sputtered and chased the coffee with the cold chlorinated water. "Please, give me a hand," I said desperately hoping for help. 

"Stand up. The water's only chest deep."

Putting my feet on the pool bottom I stood up slowly on my 6'2" frame the water was about chest deep. My coat was soaked and felt like it weighed 300 pounds. I looked up to see Leda trying her best not to laugh and the lady of the house glaring at me. "Oh, sorry about that. I didn't realize, Mrs..."

"Westin. It's Mrs. Westin. And it's a lap pool. It's the same depth for the full length of the pool. But what were you saying about nibbling on something?"

By this point the caffeine and adrenalin had me fully awake and I was quick to answer. "I said, 'I'm sure I'd enjoy a nibble of anything she has for me' Ma'am."

A quick knowing grin flashed across her face as she folded her arms and walked away. "You'd better get him something dry to wear, Leda. We don't want him tracking water all over the place." 

Leda nodded and said, "Yes, Ma'am. Right away. Maybe some of Mr. Westin's old clothes that I packed up for Goodwill." 

My shirt and pants both clung to me like a second skin but the way she looked me up and down left me feeling naked. "I don't think Mr. Westin was anywhere near as big as he is, but he can try them." 

I dragged myself over the side and the pool and lay down on the warm stone sidewalk as Mrs. Westin walked away. When I opened my eyes all I could see were smooth brown legs going up and up and up under a crisp black skirt. They were gorgeous. Leda stuck her hand in front of my face to pull me up. "Come on. I'll help you change."

"That's sounds like a good start," I said, trying not to sound too lecherous.

The giggle I was starting to fall for came out of her again. "Mr. Westin's clothes are in the pool house. I was getting them ready to donate."

"What happened to Mr. Westin?"

Leda voice softened as she said, "He died a while ago in an accident at the chemical factory. Mrs. Westin had a hard time letting go and has never gotten rid of his clothes. She hated him going into the business, but he was ambitious. He wanted to make his own money."

"What do you mean his own money? Did he inherit this place or something?"

"No, the house was Mrs. Westin's inheritance. Her family was in mining long, long ago. They made lots of money. They were never concerned with what happened to the land they worked. The Mrs. refused to have anything to do with them until her mother got sick. Her father died of exposure of toxic materials when she was in her teens so her mother was alone. The Mrs. moved back here to take care of her at the end. The house is hers now. So she and the girls take care of everything." 

"Wow. Well, this place is beautiful. How many people live and work here?"

She smiled and said, "It's just me, the Mrs. and the girls."

I was surprised. People like this had drivers, gardeners, cooks, dog walkers, maids and more. "So they don't have any other live-in help?"

"No, we have to hire extra hands now and then. But no one else lives here. The girls and I do it all."

I stopped and looked around me. Three acres of gardens, buildings, pool, and house were spread around me. The wealthy owners of a place like this always had staff to take care of everything. How could that be possible? "How do you?"

"I'll tell you all about it while you're changing," she said pulling me into the pool house. "Mr. Westin's clothes are all in here. We can find you something." She grabbed my shirt and pulled it off saying, "Let's get you out of those wet clothes right now."

"I can handle this myself."

She plastered her body against mine and started sliding her hand under the waist band of my pants as she said, "I know, but it'll be more fun if we do it together." As she wrapped her fingers around the base of my shaft, she kissed me. 

Now, I've been kissed by women who like me and I've been kissed by women who want me. But I'd never been kissed like this before. Leda kissed me like she wanted to eat me alive. It was incredible. By the time we came up for air my pants were falling down and my cock was standing up. She had her hand on the base of my shaft, stroking softly as I got hard. Her fingers spread as I grew under her warm touch. She pulled back and looked me in the eye as she ran her hand along my rod. 

I knew that look. I'd seen it before. Her hand moved down my cock and she could feel how thick and wide it was. Her fingers didn't touch as they wrapped around me. When she moved up my length she hadn't come to the crown as she expected. I was longer than that. Her eyes were wide as she looked at me and then looked down at my nine inches of thick hard cock. 

"This will be much more fun if we do it together," she panted as she stripped off her blouse and skirt, revealing two beautiful breasts and a tiny pair of black lace panties. She leaned in to give a quick peck on the cheek and rubbed her hard nipples against my chest. I felt those rock-hard points trace their way down my body as she planted little kisses on my chest and stomach. With her hand still around my cock, she kissed every inch of me, teasing me with soft little kisses and delicate touches. Then she knelt before me and as she slipped one hand down her belly and into her panties, she stared at my cock. 

Taking a deep breath, she wrapped her soft full lips around the head then slowly sank her mouth down. She was like a woman possessed. She licked, sucked and kissed me. This girl knew who to suck a cock and she loved to do it. A moan started somewhere deep in her chest. It was almost like she was purring in contentment as she held me in her hot wet mouth. But it grew in intensity quickly. Soon she was moaning loudly and every vibration was transferred to my cock and balls. I couldn't take that for long. I wrapped my hands in her hair and tried to pull her off me as I threw my head back and warned her, "Leda, I can't take it. I'm going to come!"

With one hand on my balls and one hand moving up and down my slick shaft, she wrapped her soft wet lips around the head and sucked me. A heavy pulse ran along my cock as I tried to hold back the flood. She held her breath when she felt it. Then her tongue flicked around me and I unloaded in her mouth. My balls were heavy with spunk and I pumped it into her. Her tits jiggled as she shuddered and came as I filled her mouth. She must have thought she'd suck me dry and let me see her swallow my load, but she didn't know what she was in for. I filled her mouth and kept coming. Her dark eyes flashed up at mine as she swallowed quickly to keep from choking. I filled her mouth again and felt her swallow a second time before it slowed to a trickle. 

She pulled her mouth off me and was stroking me with both hands as she caught her breath. Little streams of come that ran over her fingers were licked up as quickly as she could. "I've never..." she said.

"I know. I hear that a lot."

"I'll bet you do. That was..." she said as she sat up and rubbed her breast against me. With both hands on my cock she traced circles around her nipples with the head. 

"I know. It was for me to. You're incredible, Leda. Thank you."

"No, thank you, Banger. I loved it. I've always liked to...but I loved it." Her cheek was warm against my stomach as she held me. I felt her stiffen for a moment before she looked down at her hands. "Dios Mio. You're still hard!"

"Yeah. Want to have some more fun?"

She smiled and nodded so I pulled her to her feet and kissed her. After a few eager kisses I turned her around so the two of us were facing the mirror in the back of the room. I tore the wisp of black lace off with a quick yank as she gasped in my arms. I ran my hands up her body, loving every inch of her sweet luscious curves. Her eyes darted back and forth between my hands and my eyes as she watched me caressing her. I filled my hands with her soft breasts, feeling the weight of them in my palms, then teasing the nipples until they were hard to enough to cut glass. She ground her round ass on my cock, squeezing it between her strong cheeks. As she arched her back she pushed her tits into my hands and threw her head back. Her long black curls just brushed against the head of my cock as she did. It was amazing. Her soft curves in my hands, her warm butt around my shaft and her hair flicking the sensitive crown of my cock all combined with the image I had in the mirrors before me. It was almost too much to take. I wanted to stay like that forever. 

"Oh, that's so good," she moaned. She slid her ass up and down my pole. "I love how your hands feel on me. Hold me like this while you fuck me." 

"I will," I said. "But there's something else I want to do first." I laid my hand on her back and bent her over as I sank down behind her, kissing my way down her back as I went. When I got to that sweet round ass I stopped for a moment to kiss and nibble on her cheeks before slipping down to taste her dripping pussy. With her back arched and her legs spread, I lapped my way up and down her sweet little honey pot. Her lips opened to welcome me in so I slid my tongue into her. She gasped and pushed back against my face so I buried my tongue deep in her as she ground her expanding clit on my chin. Grabbing her hips let me hold her tight while I fucked her with my tongue. With one hand on the floor and one on her tits she was writhing under my oral assault in no time. I felt her shuddering as she got close to her climax so I pulled out of her pussy. She shouted for me not to stop until I locked my lips around her clit. Then she wailed and came all over my face. 

Before she could finish her orgasm I stood and I shoved my cock into her in one long, hard thrust. Her scream must have been heard for miles. If it was, then so were her shouts for me to fuck her. I pulled her body up and held her just the way she wanted. I held her against me as I fucked her so she could see my cock forcing it's way into her sweet little cunt. She could see my balls swinging below us ready to unload into her pussy. She could see my hands on her tits and my lips on her neck. She watched us as I took her. 

I fucked her harder and harder, I straightened my legs, lifting her to her toes. Then with a shove, I put my hand on her belly and sliding my fingers on each side of her clit I held her against me as I picked her up. I knew she'd feel me teasing her clit as it slipped in and out of my fingers and the pressure of holding her like this would rub my cock against her g-spot. By the way she responded I must have been right. Her body shuddered with one orgasm after another as that long steady climb toward the finish began for me. 

I leaned down to nuzzle her neck and told her. "I'm going to come. Do you want me to come in you, Leda?"

"Oh, yes. Yes."

"Are you sure you want me to?"

"Oh, yes, I'm sure."

"Are you going to come with me?"

"Yes...please..."

As she said please I shoved the full length of my cock into her and came. She writhed and ground down on me like she was in the throes of a seizure. I held her tight as I let my balls unload in her and I could see our juices mingling as they dripped out of her and down our legs. When all that was left was the occasional aftershock, I stepped back and sat down with her still impaled on me in a nice soft chair against the wall. She curled up in my lap to catch her breath. As my cock began to slip out of her so did my come. It ran out all over me. Leda slowly moved down to take me in her mouth and lick me clean. She worked her way up and down my thighs, balls, and finally my shaft until she'd cleaned me to her satisfaction. Then laying her head in my lap she sat and stared at my semi-hard cock. "Does it ever go down?"

"Not when a beautiful girl like you is playing with it."

She smiled and asked, "Is that the other reason they call you 'Banger'?" 

"Yeah."

"I think we're going to have fun while you're here, Banger. I knew it as soon as I saw you." After a quick hug and kiss she pulled me to my feet. "But first we've got to get cleaned up. Come on, there's a shower in here."

Showering with a woman is an adventure. You never know if it'll be awkward, fun, romantic, erotic or just a chance to get clean. With Leda it was a little bit of all of that. She cleaned me thoroughly and efficiently but didn't miss the chance to tease me a little and enjoy a quick kiss or two (or three) along the way. By the time we got in the shower clothes I'd left on the floor were almost dry. I didn't see her throw them in the dryer but by the time we got out my shirt and pants were freshened up and ready to wear. She hung my coat up and told me she'd come back for it later. 

Back in her blouse and skirt she looked every bit the consummate professional. If I didn't have to work, I'd have been after her again. My boots were too waterlogged to wear, so I decided to go bare foot and set them out in the sun to dry. 

Another of those giggles came from behind me as I bent over to set my boots out in the sun. Then I heard, "We have to get to work now."

"Yeah. But if there's a chance for us to get together later..."

"We'll see if you have any energy left after you meet the girls."

'What did she mean by that?' I wondered as I prepped my camera. "Where shall we start?"

"Why don't I tell you about the grounds and the gardens? We can start there and then the girls can show you around while I make some lunch."

"Okay. But you don't do the grounds keeping do you?"

"Oh, we all pitch in to take care of things around here. I lay out the gardens and we all work together to keep them up."

"Really? You take care of the house and the grounds?"

She giggled again and said, "The Mrs. and the girls work on them just as much as I do. That's the way she wants it done and there's no arguing with her. But she can tell you about that. Why don't you start here?" She stopped at the rail of the patio. When I looked past her the gardens were spread out like a painting. 

"You did all this?"

"I just laid it out. We all did it."

It was amazing. There was an oval shaped pond or marsh surrounded by a short hedge in the center. Around that were rows of plantings of different heights. At the edge of the plantings were beds of flowers ringed by still more hedges. Stone paths and walls defined the spaces and gave them a sense of formality. Leda smiled as she looked out over her work. It was a perfect shot. I got my camera set and said, "Leda."

When she turned I shot her picture before she realized what I was doing. It was fantastic. "Oh no. You're here to photograph this, not me," she fussed at me. 

"This is your doing. You're part of this story."

She scurried to me side so I shoot more of the gardens. Everywhere I looked there was something surprising. Bamboo grew around perimeter like a privacy fence, fruit trees and grapevines were nestled in between other plantings, and in the back was a building that stretched the full width of the property. I had so many questions. 

Leda explained that the bamboo was planted when the old fence needed to be replaced. Pavement around the perimeter, a barrier underground and a stone wall kept it controlled. It gave them privacy. The gardens were planted with a mix of hedges, flowers, and vegetables. They maximized the use of the sun and grew what they ate. The marsh was how the water they used was filtered. She said Gina could explain all that better. The building at the back was called 'the garden house' and she grabbed my hand and took me to see it. 

"In here we have a greenhouse, hydroponics, recycling, composting, planting tables and storage for all the little things we need for the garden," she told me. I realized this wasn't the self-indulgent greenhouse full of flowers that I expected. This was a working garden house. There were banana trees ripe with fruit, palms with coconuts ready to fall and rows of tables for hydroponics. 

"Wow. With this you could feed..."




The Time of My Life



"A whole family."

"Yes."

"That's what we do. We grow almost everything we eat. What we can't use we take to the shelter."

"What's the shelter?"

"It's housing for the homeless that the Mrs. help build downtown near City Hall."

I remembered it. "There was a big fight about that wasn't there?"

"Yes. The city didn't want it so close to City Hall. They said it wouldn't look good for tourists or visitors but the Mrs. insisted. She said that if they wanted her money, it had to be built there. She wanted them to be reminded who they worked for and who needed them most. We provide more than a third of their food and hire help from there when we need something done we can't handle." A flush spread over her face and she stared at her feet as she said that. 

"Leda, what's wrong?"

She tried to bluff me saying, "It's nothing. Don't worry about it."

I moved in front of her and lifted her chin and asked, "What is it?"

With a sigh she closed her eyes and said, "That's where I'm from. The Mrs. hired me when I was living there."

"That's cool." 

"What?"

"I said, 'That's cool.' You must be proud of all you've accomplished. Mrs. Westin saw something in you too. She must have if she wanted to make you part of her family and from what I see, she was right. It's easy to give up when times are hard. It takes character to not give up and not many people have character like that. At least that's what I think."

The intensity of her hug almost knocked me on my ass. She squeezed me so tight I could barely breathe. "Thank you. That's...thank you."

"It's nothing." When I got myself under control I asked her, "Can you tell me more about the Westins home? I'd rather keep doing this, but I've got to get my article done."

Leda looked up at me and smiled. She gave me another quick hug and then began to give me the details on the gardens, composting, recycling, and show me the machines they used to maintain the grounds. Mrs. Westin had gone to considerable effort to use drought tolerant, hearty plants that needed little if any maintenance. Leda showed me the electric mowers, trimmers, and tillers as we walked through the garden house. She finished at the back of the building where an alley ran next to the property. I couldn't figure out why she was just standing there smiling at me. So I asked her what was I supposed to see. 

"That," she said pointing at a city issued trashcan. 

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. That's our trash can." 

"Yeah. Everybody in the city has them. I've got one too."

"Yeah they do. Everybody has THEM. We have one." She paused like I should understand what she meant. "This is a three acre lot with a 4000 square foot house with four women living here. There are seven cars, a swimming pool, combination tennis and basketball court, spa, meditation garden, greenhouse, hydroponics garden, and a spa."

"Yeah?"

"And we have ONE trash can."

It hit me like a ton of bricks. I got it. They had ONE trashcan. I moved down the alley so I could get the full length of the garden house in the shot. The single can sitting against that incredibly long back wall made a great picture. 

"There are no recycling cans."

"Yes there are. You saw them." She took my hand and said, "Come on. I'll show you. From the other side you don't notice them."

We stepped down the alley to a huge set of doors. Leda walked over and opened them to reveal bins the size of small back-alley dumpsters. "The chutes inside feed these containers. The city trucks open the doors to replace them when they're full. We reuse, compost or recycle everything we can," she said with a smile.

"That's incredible. I've got to get a picture of this too."

I made her stand at the door to show the scale of the bins. It was so cool. After I shot them we started back toward the house. Leda said she was going to make lunch but I could go ahead and get some pictures of the grounds or the house. 

As I worked my way around the house and grounds I got one beautiful shot after another. It wasn't hard to make this place look good. In fact it would have been hard to make it look bad. Just when I was running out of ideas for shots, a hot girl came around the corner. She was such a babe I was speechless when I saw her. Thick long blonde hair fell over her shoulders and down her body to her waist. Her firm breasts pushed against a crisp white knit shirt and jiggled enticingly as she walked. Long, slim legs with a skirt so short it forced me to stare carried her to my side. This girl looked delicious.

"Hi. I'm Gina," she said with a dazzling smile and gleaming sky blue eyes.

"Hi. I'm Nick Todd."

She giggled saying, "Nice to meet you, Nick. Is that what everyone calls you?"

"No, my friends call me Banger."

"Damn," she said scowling. "I owe Leda one. I thought she was kidding about your name."

"What did she tell you?"

"That your name was Nick but everybody calls you Banger."

"That's true."

"Then it's nice to meet you, Banger."

"Nice to meet you too, Gina. What do you do?"

"Well, I'm a musician but here I'm in charge of the water and security system."

"Oh, really? I hope I haven't shown up on your security system."

"Don't worry about it. Let me show you the rain water collection and grey water filtration systems."

"Cool. You're a musician? What do you play?"

"I'm a cellist, but I spend most of my time writing music." I followed her tight round butt as she led me around the house. She explained how much water people waste and how they take it for granted. I knew what she was saying already, but I liked staring at her so I let her talk. 

"You know all this already don't you?"

"Yeah. But that's okay. You are very passionate about it. I can tell."

She tilted her head as she said, "I am. I never thought about it, but I love the water. I love to sail and swim."

"Did you say you have a rain water collection system?"

"Yeah, we do. We route the water from all the downspouts on the house into a cistern over here. There's a filter and pump that then supply the water we use in the house." She showed me the downspouts and cistern as she talked. It seemed like she'd given this tour before. "We've got a similar system in the garden house, but it's not filtered quite the same way. Most of it is used for the plants so only the places you'd wash up or drink from are filtered."

"That's cool. Most people don't even realize that their shower exposes them to more water-borne contaminants than their drinking water. I've heard about systems like this but I've never had the chance to see one. Can I get a shot of the filter and pump room?"

"Yeah, it's right here." She ushered me into the sparkling clean pump and filter room.

As I got the shots of the mechanics that made it all work I asked her, "Do you give this tour often?"

"No. But I took the mayor and a group of city councilmen, congressmen and their aides through here this week. Mom thought we ought to give them a chance to see it before you ran your article. That way we can encourage them to do something like this for government buildings too."

"Wow. That's nice of her. If they got a project like this going it would make them look good and create a lot of new jobs. Maybe then they wouldn't look like such idiots."

Her laugh rang out loudly. "I'm not sure they can avoid that, but we'll give them a shot. Let me show you the part I'm most proud of in the system."

We walked back out to the rail overlooking the back garden. "Leda showed me this already. I got pictures of all the landscaping earlier."

"The landscaping isn't the point. It's the wetland that I want you to see."

"I saw it too."

She smiled at me like she obviously knew something I didn't. "Did she tell you that the water we use in the house goes through a sand filtration pit and comes up here to be filtered again by the wetland before we reuse it?"

"What? No. How do you...?"

"It's simple really." She pointed out the path the water made through their house. Water that's collected from the roof is pumped into the house, when it goes out the drain it goes through a sand pit under the patio and then runs into this marsh. The marsh is full of algae. The algae feed off the contaminants in the water, the carbon monoxide and carbon dioxide we pump in and it gives off oxygen. It cleans the water and the air at the same time."

"You pump in carbon monoxide and CO2? Where's it come from?"

"All the fireplaces, gas stoves, etc in the house are vented into here. Most back-to-the-land types use wood stoves for heat, but gas is cleaner and releases far less carbon monoxide so we converted all the fireplaces to gas. Algae are efficient little buggers when it comes to converting both carbon monoxide and carbon dioxide into breathable oxygen. We just set it up as they can do their job."

"So your waste water ends up here. But what about...?"

"The toilets, right? You were going to ask about the toilets. It's okay everybody always asks that next."

"We have composting toilets. When we switched it cut our water use by almost 50%. Don't worry. You don't have to learn how to use one. There are some traditional toilets in the guest areas of the house that are still tied to the sewer system."

"Actually I'd like to see how you use one."

"I didn't know you were such a pervert, Banger."

"No, I mean..."

She was laughing at me as she led the way inside. "Come on."

The bath we walked into was elegant in its simplicity. I walked over and lifted the lid of the john and looked at it trying to figure out how to best photograph it. 

Gina stepped in front of me, reached under her skirt to pull her panties down and sat down on the toilet. I got a quick flash of bare pussy before she looked up at me with a smile and peed. I turned around as quickly as I could. "I don't need to actually see you use it. I just want to see how it works."

The sound of the toilet paper roll let me know she was done, "Then turn around, Banger and I'll show you."

I turned around to see her standing there with her hand on the lever. "All you have to do is close the lid and flush. With solid waste you put in a little compost activator and you're done. A little trickle of water in there cleans everything up."

"So you've finally found a way to get a guy to lower the seat, huh? Make him use a composting toilet." 

With a chuckle she said, "Yeah. It's a eco-feminist conspiracy to force men to put the seat down." 

"I knew it," I said with a grin.

"That's a dispute I've never understood. I don't the argument about the seat being up or down. What I think they ought to do is close the lid. I don't understand why everybody doesn't do it. It doesn't make sense. What are you putting in there they you need quick access to? Are you going back in to get something? Do you really want that sitting out in the open?"

"I never thought of it like that. That's going to make me start leaving the lid down now."

"You ought to. Do you know that toilets can splash water up to three feet? Think about it? How big is your bathroom? Can you get out of the line of fire?"

I groaned. "Now I've got to go home and clean my bathroom." Standing back I realized I couldn't see any difference between this bathroom and any other. I found my shot. "It's what you don't see," I said thinking out loud.

"What."

"This looks like a regular toilet." 

"Yeah. That's the point."

"And that's my angle for the story." I quickly got my shot.

"Oh, I get it. It works without being noticed. Then you'll love the hot water tank."

Looking over my shoulder I asked, "Where is it."

Gina knelt down and opened the cabinet door under the sink. I craned my neck to see her pointing at a small box mounted on the wall. "Right there." I took quick shot of her pointing at it. 

"It's an on-demand heater."

"Right. It keeps a small amount of water hot in a reservoir, then draws in cold water, and heats it up when you need it."

"I like these. When my water heater goes out I'm going to put them in my house."

"Well, you might want to put in a whole house system. We use a large one for the tubs, showers and washing machines. We use this size for the sinks. It can be expensive to redo your whole house and add electrical or gas lines under every sink for each heater."

"That's true. But it's more efficient." 

"Yeah."

I got more shots of the water heater and the bath as we talked so I was almost ready to go. "I just need a minute more in here, okay?"

"Sure. What else can I help you with?"

"Umm, thanks for the offer but I think I can handle this by myself."

She looked at me for a second before she realized what I meant. "Oh, okay." Stepping up close to rubbed her hand on the growing lump in my pants and said, "But if you want any help..."

I'd been semi-hard half the time I'd spent with her. Another minute of that and I'd have a huge tent in my pants. "If you help any more I won't be able to do it."

She leaned in and stuffed her panties in my shirt pocket saying, "If there's anything I can do for you, I'll be right outside. With a chuckle she turned and walked out, closing the door behind her.

With some difficulty, I finally used the toilet, washed up and headed out to find her standing right by the door. 

"It's not fair you know."

"What isn't?"

"I showed you mine. You're supposed to show me yours," she pushed me against the wall and grabbed the front of my pants. "Come on. Show me why they call you 'Banger'."

Before I could say anything she was giving my tonsils a thorough examination with her tongue. She'd gone from 'let me show you around' to 'let's fuck' in a matter of seconds. That quick grope in the bathroom must have got her interested. It didn't occur to me that she'd taken her panties off before that. Now I was too busy with her to think about it. 

Our hands were all over each other as we kissed. I felt the heat coming off her body and really wanted to go somewhere more private. I was going to suggest that when she beat me to it saying, "Come on. We need a bed. Now."

Pulling me down the hall she looked around as we ducked into a bedroom. For a moment I wondered, 'What room was this?' then as I watched her strip I realized I didn't care. We left clothes like a trail of breadcrumbs between the door and the bed. When we got to the bed we slammed against the edge and she ground her pussy against my thickening shaft. She was rubbing her wet slit against the front of my boxers as we stood there and made out. 

With a strength and agility that surprised me, she spun around and sat me down on the bed. She kicked my feet apart and knelt between my legs. Then she left a trail of kisses that lead down my neck, chest and stomach to lead to my waist. With one quick pull on my boxers she freed my cock. When it cleared the elastic it sprang up and slapped her in the face. Her hands immediately wrapped around it and she rubbed my cock all over her lips, face, and chest. She was so close she had to look at it cross-eyed. She said, "Damn. This is going to be fun," and dropped her mouth over the head of my cock. She licked and nursed the head as she stroked me. Looking up at me she said, "It tastes a little like Leda. What have you been up to today, Banger?"

With any other girl I might have gone soft at getting caught. But the image it triggered and her mouth made me even harder than I was before. This girl had done this before. She knew her way around a cock. Working me like a pro, she quickly brought me to the peak and slowed down. Again and again she got me so close I thought I was going to shoot. Still she didn't let me come. When I recovered from the third (or maybe the fourth) time, I looked down to see her looking up and me and smiling. That's when I knew what to do. 

"You're a good cocksucker aren't you?" I asked.

She nodded then took me deep into her throat. 

"You like to suck cock, don't you?"

She nodded again.

"I'll bet you like to have your face fucked too."

This time the nod was accompanied by a low moan whose vibrations traveled up her throat, over her lips, down my rod and straight to my balls. That was all it took.

"You want me to fuck your face, Gina? If you do, then say so."

Down she went again, taking me further down her throat than I thought possible. She slowly drew my shaft out of her mouth and quietly said, "Please fuck my face with your big, thick cock."

I grabbed her hair and forced myself down her throat as far as I thought I could go. For a second she looked like she might panic, then she grabbed my ass and pulled me in deeper, gagging herself with my dick. I pulled out a bit. When I saw her catch a quick breath, I started sawing in and out of her. Her mouth was hot and wet around my pole as I fed her my cock. The combination of her moaning and tight throat had me on the edge. I told her, "I'm about to come, hard," and she keep going, holding onto my ass and urging me on when I let up even the slightest bit. I shot one load straight down her open gullet then pulled back so just the head was in her mouth. Her hands flew up and down my length while she licked and nursed on the pulsing head that spit wad after wad of semen into her thirsty little mouth. When I'd had enough I pulled her up by the hair and kissed her. 

She crawled up in my lap and straddled me to rub against my still throbbing member. "You're still hard," she said incredulously.

"I'm not done with you yet."

Another hot kiss followed as she ground against me. Her pussy was as wet as her mouth. If she hadn't had both hands on me I'd have sworn she'd been playing with her pussy while she sucked me off. I let her slide up and down and get us both slick and ready for more. Then I picked her up and wedged the head of my cock in her pussy. She wiggled and squirmed in my grasp until I dropped her down onto it. Her head flew back and her mouth opened in a silent scream as she bottomed out on my ten-inch prick.  

The quivering in her cunt let me know she was getting off even before I felt her come run out and cover my balls. Falling forward to wrap her arms around me she groaned in my ear, "You're fucking wonderful."

I answered her, "You're a wonderful fuck."

She smiled as kissed me as she began to move her pretty ass up and down at just the right angle to maximize our pleasure. "I want to fuck you. I want to ride your cock and feel it inside me." 

"That sounds like a plan. Except in a one minute I'm going to flip you over and put those fine long legs of yours up over my shoulders so I can pound into you until you beg for mercy."

The next down stroke she took me balls deep into her cunt and squeezed hard as she moaned in my ear and came again. I grabbed her ass and pulled her tight to me so she can feel me pulsing inside her, getting close. 

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Time for you to get fucked, girl." With that I rolled us over to get on top of her. Then I planted little kisses on the back of her knees as I lifted her legs up just as I described. Only the tip of my cock was still in her when I asked her, "Are you ready?"

She trembled as she said, "Yes. I'm ready. Fuck me. Fuck me!"

Not one to deny a woman, I did just that. I pounded into her as she came again and again. Her moans and whimpers turned to screams and wails as I slammed my full length in her over and over again. She wrapped the sheets around her hands as I used her body for my pleasure. But there was no doubt she was enjoying this just as much as I was. "I can't hold it anymore. I'm going to come. Where do you want it?"

"Come in my pussy, on my tits, on my face, in my mouth. Come anywhere you want."

Again I did just what she asked. With my cock buried in her to the hilt I shot two wads in her tight little pussy. Then I got up on my knees and crawled up to leave a load on her chest and her face before I showed my spewing prick in her mouth for her to finish me off. I knelt over her as she drank from my rod. She looked so hot with her mouth full of my cock I started to get hard again. Then I saw something out of the corner of my eye. 




The Time of My Life



Looking up I saw Leda in the mirror across the room. She was peeking through a crack in the door as she played with her pussy. We smiled at each other before she slipped away. Something told me my fun with these girls was just getting started. 

Before I got too tender, I pulled out of Gina's mouth and lay down to catch my breath. "We've wrecked your bed. Let me help you change the sheets," I said as a drop of sweat rolled off my side to the bed. 

"This isn't my bed," Gina said smiling. "This is the Tina's room." 

"What are we doing in here then? Why aren't we in your room?"

"My room's down the hall. I didn't want to wait."

"What?"

"No, I'm kidding. I did this to pay her back for leaving me frustrated last night," she said as she played with my cock. "Hey, does this thing ever go down?"

"I only got off twice. It usually takes a bit more than that to wear me out," I said.

"Damn. I knew you were going to be fun. And now I can tell Leda I know why they call you 'Banger'."

"That's not the only reason."

"I know. Your initials are T.N.T. But that makes me one up on Leda. I'm going to make her wash these sheets after we shower. Come on in here."

For the second time that day I got to shower with a beautiful girl. This could get to be a habit I wouldn't want to break. By the time we came out of the bathroom the bed was changed and our clothes were folded neatly in a corner chair. 

I sat in the chair as I finished dressing. "It's so comfortable in here. You guys have a great house." 

"If you like it, you've got to talk to Tina about how the house is heated and cooled. She designed the whole system."

"So you did the water, she did the heating and cooling, and Leda handles the garden, recycling and the grounds. What does your mom do make solar power?"

"Yeah. That's exactly what she does."

"I was just kidding. Wait...do you mean? Is she that Westin?"

"Yep, that's Mom. She sold Dad and Grandpa's company and started one that builds solar panels, bio-diesel RVs, electric and hybrid cars. Now she runs it."

"Wow. Really?"

"Yeah, the first thing she did to the house was put in a solar array on the roof. It powers everything that's not run on gas, which is...just about everything. She installed about half the system herself because when she started hardly anyone knew how to do it. It's what we use to charge the cars, the mowers, the tractors and machines Leda uses for the garden and the house runs on it. 

"It must be a huge system."

"Come on, part of it's right down here."

She led me into a room with banks of batteries, meters and invertors. Gina started to explain how the power was generated, then stored as DC voltage, the inverted to AC for use in the house. She showed me around for a minute then stopped and asked, "You already know most of this stuff too, don't you?"

"Yeah, but I like to hear you explain it. Go on. Tell me about the system your mom put in here."

"Well I think the smartest thing she did was put in multiple systems. One is for the house. She started with a set of panels of the roof, and then replaced them with solar shingles. There's solar shingles on the garage for the cars and more on the garden house for the mowers and other tools. The pool equipment, security system and the lights each have their own panels and batteries too. That way if any one system has problems, the others can still be used. Actually each of the systems is pretty cheap to put in so she did them one at a time. People think they can't afford solar power because they don't know enough about it."

"Maybe I can help with that," I said with a smile.

She hugged my arm and said, "I hope so. It's not hard but it requires a different point of view and a commitment to do it. Did you know that a study in the early seventies was done on the cost effectiveness of solar power vs. nuclear power? It showed that if we had spent as much money on solar power back then as we already had on nuclear reactors we could have put solar panels on every home in America. We could have done it then and we can do it now."

"That's cool. Do you know who did the study?"

"Not right off the top of my head, but I can look it up for you if you want."

"Thanks. Man, you guys are into a little bit of everything."

"It keeps us out of trouble," she said with a smile.

Chuckling I said, "I doubt that."

"Well, it does until an evil man comes around swinging his big dick at us."

"Oh, yeah. This is all my doing. I didn't see you fighting me."

She hugged me tight and gave me a little kiss as she said, "Hmmm. Let me know if you want to try that. It might be fun."

I knew I'd better get moving if I was going to see the rest of the house. This girl was too hot for her own good. "We'd better not start up again."

She gave me one last peck and said, "That's true. We ought to go get some lunch and you can meet my sister, Tina."

"Oh no. There's another one of you?" I said laughing.

"I think you'll survive. If not, at least you'll die with a smile on your face."

"What a way to go. Lead on."

"First there's one more thing," she said as she leaned in and pulled her panties out of my shirt pocket. "I believe these are mine." All the blood in my brain ran straight to my crotch as she pulled them out and put them on. "Are you coming?"

"Not yet. But if you keep teasing me..."

Her laugh got me again. "Come on, let's have some lunch. You've got to keep your strength up." 

"God knows that's true."

We headed to the kitchen, led by the sound of voices in heated conversation. "I'm not kidding. It's so good. You've ought to...you've got to...we ought to all..."

"You've got to do what?" Gina asked as we walked in.

Leda's head whipped around toward us as Gina spoke. "I was just telling Tina...about an idea I had." I could see her blush as she said it.

"An idea about what?"

"It's not important," she stammered out. "Oh, Nick. Let me introduce you to Tina. Tina this is Nick." 

A petite little girl popped off the chair across the bar from Leda. She looked like a miniature version of Gina. She had the same hair, eyes and long legs as Gina, but it was all packed into a frame that was less than five feet tall. Tina stuck her hand out and I took it. She had a firm handshake and a smile that could melt the coldest heart. "Hello, Nick. It's nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too, Tina. Gina told me you designed the heating and cooling for the house. I'd love to talk to you about it." 

"Sure, but why don't we have some lunch first." Giving Gina a sidelong glance she added, "Leda and I have been waiting on you two...for a while." 

"Sorry about that, Sis. But Nick's had a long, hard morning. Be nice to him." 

"Oh, I will. But I can't promise that for everybody."

Leda got between the two of them with a tray of food for all of us. With the two sisters separated, we dug into lunch and I got a chance to catch my breath as the girls told me about themselves. 

When I asked about all of them Tina told me about Leda first. It turned out that she had studied engineering back home and came to the U.S. to get her masters. That was when her husband got into drugs and she ended up at the shelter. She wanted to divorce him, but he had a green card and all she had was a student visa so it took some time. While she was living there she got the kitchen to compost their waste and build a small herb garden. Then she set out to improve their recycling program. She'd done all that on her own while in school. Her work there caught Mrs. Westin's attention. Mrs. Westin helped her divorce her husband and become a U.S. citizen. She stayed here to help out so Mrs. Westin was covering all the costs for her to finish her graduate studies. 

Gina had a bachelor's degree in music and a master's in fine arts. She'd studied some architecture and environmental systems along the way. That and a passion for swimming was what got her interested in water management. When they started making the house more eco-friendly, she studied water use and reclamation. She wanted to make the house greener without detracting from its visual appeal. I told her from what I'd seen it was obvious she had a good eye. The house still held all of its original charm and aesthetic. 

After hearing about the other two I turned to Tina and asked her, where she was in school. I could hear Gina and Leda snickering behind me as Tina smiled politely and said, "I'm a professor of theoretical physics with doctorates in both physics and comparative religions." 

You could have heard a pin drop until the other two started laughing. "I didn't realize..."

"That's okay. It happens all the time. I'm 27, Nick."

"You're 27? I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"Yeah. I know. Don't worry about it. Because of my size people think I'm still a kid. I don't mind that. I'm just pissed because I lost a bet with these two bitches," she said as she flipped off the other two.

"Well, I'm sorry to have made you loose a bet. I'm impressed. You're so..."

"What? Cute? Sweet? Petite? I'm so what?"

"I was going to say 'tough'. The others are all true, but what I see now is a strong, intelligent woman who has no qualms about speaking her mind."

She just sat and stared at me with those big blue eyes for a moment. "Oh my God! He's left her speechless! That's a first!" Gina howled. 

Tina slipped out of her seat and came over to hug me. "Thank you. That's one of the nicest things anyone's ever said to me." 

"I say that all the time. But when I do it comes out like, 'Man you're bitchy today'."

Leda and Tina both said, "Shut up, Gina."

I leaned down to give her a kiss on the top of her head. Leda waved at me mouthing 'don't' just before I did it. 

Gina said, "Nick don't do that again. Tina hates that."

Tina looked up and me and said, "No, it's okay. I like it when you do it."

The rest of lunch went by without incident. When we finished Tina grabbed my hand to show me the way the house was heated and cooled. I got some great shots of the manifolds that controlled the radiant floor heating system, some beautiful shots of her in the sunlight that poured in the south facing windows. 

Walking with her was distracting. She was beautiful and attractive, but she looked so much like a little girl that I felt like a pervert. Sensing something she asked, "What's wrong? Is this stuff boring?"

"No. Actually I'm very impressed with the way you've maximized the passive solar gain and set up the house to radiate the heat back at night. That and the radiant heat system in the floor must keep in toasty all winter long. When you couple that with the convection cooling and positive air flow from the underground ductwork you've got a house that's astoundingly comfortable with almost no energy expenditure." 

"Wow. You really were paying attention. I thought I was talking to myself for a while there," she said with a little chuckle. "I get enough of that at school."

"I'm sure the guys in your class are just distracted by how pretty you are. I've never seen a physicist as hot as you."

"Shut up. You don't have to flatter me, Nick." 

"I'm not flattering you, if anything I'm flirting."

"Well, you can do that all day," she said with a smile. 

"Cool. What's left to show me?"

She stopped for a minute to think. I could see her going through a mental checklist as she did. "That's about it. You should see the batteries and inverters for the solar system. Mom put that together."

"Gina already showed me that. I was joking about your mom making solar power and she told me it was true. I didn't realize she was the Westin of Westin Sun Systems." 

"Well, then that's about it except for security...but you probably don't want to see that."

"Security? I'd like to see that." I started walking the direction she'd been pointing

"No. It's just a bunch of boring monitors and stuff."

"What do you monitor?"

"Nothing much, the grounds, the pool, the main areas of the house. It's really not a big deal."

She was standing in front of me with her back against the door obviously trying to keep me from going in. 

Then what she said hit me. "Do you have a camera in the pool house?"

"Well..."

"You do! I don't believe it. Did you...?"

"Yeah, we did."

"We?" With that I pushed my way into the room only to find Gina and Leda already there. The room was full of monitors but the two big screens in the middle were filled with the videos of Leda and I in the pool house and Gina and I in bed. What kept me from yelling at them was the sight of Leda fucking Gina from behind with a big strap on as she bent her over the security desk. The two of them were mesmerized by the sight and sounds on the screens. They never even noticed we were there.

Tina came up and quietly said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to see any of this." When I didn't say anything for a minute she said, "They look like they're having fun, don't they?"

"Yeah."

"Come on. Let's leave them alone." 

"Okay."

Tina took my hand and led me out of the room and down the hall to a sitting area that overlooked the pool out back. "I'm really sorry, Nick. We don't have guys around here much. I guess we took advantage of you."

"You didn't. I mean you did with the cameras, but we didn't do anything like with Gina or Leda."

"I didn't think you were interested."

"Are you kidding? I've been walking around halfway hard for the last hour feeling like a complete pervert because you look so young and innocent."

"Nick, I told you. I'm not that young." She sat in my lap and ground her cute little ass on my hard cock as she said, "And I'm not that innocent."

Then she kissed me. She kissed me long and hard. She kissed me until I was long and hard and she knew it. I grabbed the front of her shirt and said, "I've been wanting to do this since I first saw you." With a quick yank I pulled it open, sending buttons flying everywhere. 

"Shit, yes. Do it, Nick. Let's give those bitches a show."

"Are they watching us now?"

"I don't know if they're watching, but there are two cameras in here. I say let's show them how to fuck."

Tina was out of her clothes in a flash. She had a firm, tight little body that was just begging to be used. When I dropped my pants she grabbed my cock and stroked it with her little hands. "It looks even bigger up close. This is going to be fun."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"Don't worry. I have dildos almost as big as you. I can handle it. Just fuck me, Nick." She got me wet by taking me in her mouth. I expected her to work on the head and stroke my shaft but was surprised by how much of my cock she could take. 

"Damn. That's good."

"Thank you. Want to return the favor?" she said as she lay back on the sofa and spread her legs wide.

I dove into her tongue first. No teasing, no build up, I just stuck my tongue straight into her pussy and started fucking it in and out. When I looked up she was playing with her beautiful tits and arching her back like she was already about to come. I was ready for it when she did. Just as she began to come I clamped my lips around her clit and sucked it hard. If the other girls hadn't been watching us before, the wail she let out would surely get their attention. 

When she calmed down she grabbed my hair and pulled me up for a kiss. Then she turned me over to suck my cock. I pulled her pussy to my face again and held her tight around the waist. Putting her legs over my shoulders I stood up. I had to lean over a bit for her to keep her lips on my dick, but it was worth it. She loved it and I felt like a stud. 

She pulled her mouth off me and said, "I want this cock in me now."

"I want to fuck you just like this," I told her.

"I want you to fuck me every way there is," she panted.

Then she surprised me by putting her hands on the floor and flipping over. Once she was on her feet she jumped up and wrapped her arms and legs around me. My cock was trapped between us. I didn't think she could handle someone my size, but I was wrong. She slid up until the head was against her clit and ground it hard against me. Then she trapped the head in her lips and sunk down onto me. Inch by inch she drew me into that tight little pussy. With her head thrown back and her tits in my face, she took me deeper and deeper until she bottomed out. I could feel her cunt stretched tight as a glove around me. I held her up by her tight round little butt. Slowly I moved her up and down, lifting her petite body with each stroke. She softly whimpered and whined in my ear as she rode me. After a minute I stopped and started to pull her off me. The last thing I wanted to do was to hurt such a beautiful sweet girl. 

Panting hard she looked me in the eye and said, "Stop teasing me and fuck me, damn it!" Then she slammed herself up and down my cock, going faster and faster by the second. 

Now both of us were panting. I was so focused on holding onto her that I didn't realize she'd started coming until she screamed in my ear. She must have had the longest set of multiple orgasms in history. I'd never known anyone who came like that. It went on and on, she was screaming and digging her nails into my neck while she ground her clit hard against my pubic bone. We were both sweating and I started to lose my grip on her, so I laid her down on the table and grabbed her legs to spread them apart as I took her. With her hands on her ankles she spread herself wide to let me fuck her deep and hard. She started coming again and just like before it went on and on. 

When I started to slow down she grabbed me and pulled me down on top of her. She rolled us over and sat down hard on my cock. She rode me cowgirl style then spun around and rode me reverse cowgirl. All the while she was grunting and telling me how much she loved my cock. This cute little thing talked as dirty as any woman I'd ever known and her sweet little-girl voice made it sound absolutely perverse. She slowed down so I picked her up and took her to the couch. 

Bending her over the arm I took her doggy-style. Her little butt was so tight and firm as my hips slapped against it. I used her like a bitch in heat. Just when I thought we'd done it all, she turned her head and said to me, "Fuck my ass. Take that long fat cock and shove it up my butt."

Until she reached back to put the head against her rosebud I thought she was kidding. She wasn't. As soon as she got me lined up right, she pushed back hard and the head of my cock popped in. She growled as she pushed back forcing my shaft into her tight ass. 

When her butt was against my stomach, she let out a long sigh. I hadn't realized but she'd been holding her breath the whole time. Then taking a long breath she wiggled her ass on me and said, "Fuck me, Nick. Fuck my ass. Fuck me hard."

I started off slowly to make sure I wouldn't hurt her, but she didn't want that. "Come on, damn it. Don't make me beg for it." 

Steadily I gained momentum until I was slamming the full ten inches in and out of her tight little ass. She grunted and growled the whole time and when I looked down I saw she had her fingers shoved in her pussy. I'd pull back and she'd shove them in. I'd slam into her and she'd pull them out. We went at it like this until I bellowed to her that I was going to come. She pulled away from me and lay down on the couch. She told me to jack off on her face and shoot in her mouth. That was all it took. As soon as her soft wet lips wrapped around the head of my cock, I started shooting. I grabbed her hand and put in on my rod so she could feel it pulse as I unloaded my balls in her mouth. She purred like a contented kitten as she drank my cream. 

Staggering back, I sat down hard on the other end of the sofa. Tina lay on the couch covered in sweat. Come coated her thighs as she lay there with her legs sprawled out. Her head was hanging over the edge of the cushions and her eyes were shut tight. With one hand cupped over her pussy she let a smile creep over her face. I was worried that she might get cold but there was nothing in sight to cover her with and I needed a moment to recover before I started to look around. I closed my eyes and tried to catch my breath. 




The Time of My Life



"Damn. That was intense."

I opened my eyes to see Leda and Gina standing in the hall. They must have been watching us for a while. My first impulse was to jump up and carry Tina off somewhere more private. But I didn't have the energy or any idea where to go. Looking at the two of them I realized I didn't know who'd said that. Then from the other direction I heard, "If I'd known this was going on, I'd have never gone to the office today." Mrs. Westin was standing right behind me. 'Holy shit!' I thought. No way to cover up, nowhere too run. 'I'm a dead man.'

Then she surprised me by saying, "Did you girls wear him out before I get any?"

As poised and steady as I could be under the circumstances, I got up and stood in front of Mrs. Westin. "I'm not worn out yet, just a little winded for a moment."

She looked me over and stopped when she got to my cock, which was still half hard. "Does that thing ever go down?" Gina and Leda started laughing. "What's so funny, girls?"

"We both asked him that earlier," Gina said.

"Evidently it doesn't," added Leda.

Just then, without even lifting her head, Tina spoke up. She said, "Good 'cause I want some more."

That got everybody laughing and Mrs. Westin knelt down and hugged her saying, "Maybe after you rest. First let's get you cleaned up." Grabbing Tina and I she pulled us down the hall to her bedroom. As we walked through her room to the bath she stripped off her suit leaving a string of clothes from the door to the shower. It's hard to call it a shower. It was more like the showers of a locker room. There was a glass wall from about mid-calf to shoulder high (for the girls) and close to a dozen different showerheads. 

We all found a spot to clean up, but more often than not two or three people were under the spray together. It was hard to tell the scrubbing and soaping from groping and fondling. There were lots of hugs and kisses all around and most were erotic enough to keep me hard. Mrs. Westin obviously loved her girls and Leda far more intensely than most mothers. And though she was older, I expected to see more of a family resemblance than I did. Gina and Tina looked alike despite their difference in size, but they bore almost no resemblance to Mrs. Westin. She and I ended up under a showerhead together, washing each other's hair. Her body would spark envy in a woman half her age and trigger erections in a man of any age. The sight and feel of her well-toned body certainly made my cock stir. She was beautiful and classy with an exotic cast to her features. Her long, straight dark hair was such a contrast to her daughters' wavy blonde locks. At one point she was facing away from me as we stood under an overhead spray and she ground her butt back against my thickening dick. 

"You like my girls, don't you, Mr. Todd?"

I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her ear saying, "I do, Mrs. Westin. And I like you too."

"Is that for me or them?"

"I thought you all liked to share."

Her throaty laugh and slick warm body were intoxicating. "That's true, Mr. Todd, but be warned. I won't let anyone hurt my girls."

"Neither would I, Ma'am. And I think as long as we're showering together you can call me 'Nick'."

"All right. But you've got to stop calling me Mrs. Westin and swear to never call me 'Ma'am' again. I'm Nora."

"Yes, Ma'am," I said with a grin as I cupped her breasts in my hands and nuzzled her wet neck. 

"You're going to have to stop doing that," she said dreamily as she reached back to stroke my hard cock.

"Why should I?"

"Because if you don't I can't get down there to suck this big dick."

I teased and pulled on her nipples as I asked her, "Nora, do you want to suck my cock?"

"Yes."

"Do you want your girls to see you on your knees with my big dick in your mouth?"

"Yes."

"Then do it. Do it right now."

Without missing a beat she dropped to the shower floor and took me in her mouth. Her beautiful lips stretched around the head of my cock. She sucked me with a passion and desire that can't be forced or faked. Here was a woman who truly loved to suck a cock and she was good at it. My moan must have got the girls attention. Up until then the shower had been filled with soft conversation and giggles. But when Nora wrapped her tongue around my cock head then took me down her throat, I let out a long, low moan that echoed around the tiled room. I had my eyes shut when I heard the girls' reactions. 

"Oh. That looks yummy." "Hmmm. Suck it good." "Yeah, go for it."

My back was against the tile wall as Nora worked her magic on me. I couldn't believe how quickly she had me ready to come. "Oh, God. I can't hold it. Here it comes." Nora speed up like a horse running down the stretch. She was like a woman possessed, sucking and licking that tender spot under the head she wrapped both of her hands around me and jacked me off into her hungry mouth. My first load shot off hard into her mouth and she moaned setting off another. After the third she pulled her mouth off and jacked me off, making me shot my come out across the room. Pulse after pulse shot out almost reaching the girls under the other showerheads. 

She laid her head against my thigh and said, "That was good. If you can do that again, Nick, I want you to fuck me."

"It would be my pleasure, Nora. But let's get out of here. Somewhere warm and dry where we're less likely to slip and break something."

Standing up she kissed me hard and long. With her hand still wrapped around my cock she pulled me out of the shower with her saying, "I've got just the spot."

Crossing her bathroom, we passed through a pair of glass doors that looked like a solid wall. She took me into a courtyard with a dark hardwood platform surrounded by sand. On the platform were a group of large stones and some small rocks. "The girls like to come out here where they can be outside and still have privacy." 

"It's beautiful and so peaceful," I said.

"This is where we meditate," Nora said wistfully.

"I can see why. It's so serene and calming."

"That's not all we do here. Sometimes we all come out here to fuck."

"I thought you were a strong woman this morning. But I want something soft for what I've got in mind."

"We'll use the cushions."

"What cushions?"

She walked over to one of the large stones and plopped down on it like you would a soft bed stretching her arms and legs out. "These cushions. All these stones and rocks are actually cushions." 

Lying down next to her I got it. The illusion was perfect. What looked like a Zen rock garden was actually a lounge filled with pillows that looked like stones. 

It was impossible to resist her, even if I had been trying. Kneeling between her legs, I slowly lowered myself to her embrace. After tasting her neck I worked my way to her lovely breasts. I planted little kisses all over them carefully avoiding her nipples until I saw they were sticking out, just begging for attention. When I drew one into my mouth she gasped from the sensation. She was amazing and so hot. I wanted to take my time and make this last. If it was over too quickly, I might not get a chance for a repeat performance. Backing off slightly I asked her, "So you all come out here to fuck."

"Yes, we do. You know the girls aren't my daughters don't you? By the time Gina and Tina came to live with me they were still in school." I rolled us over so we lay side by side and traced her curves with my fingertips and mouth as she went on. "Their parents were friends of mine who died in a plane crash. Their mom and I were roommates in college and then traveled together for years. She was a sweet loving woman. When they moved in they told me they knew she and I had been lovers. The girls started calling me 'Mom' for some reason. I think they got a perverse thrill from it after we all became lovers and I can't deny them anything." 

"Oh really?" Gina said breaking the intimacy of the moment. "Does that mean I can get some more of that cock right now?"

"Not right now, Sweetie. I may be a giving 'mom' but I'm a woman too. It's mine right now. You'll have to wait your turn."

I turned and looked at the three girls while I caressed Nora's breasts. Gina had her arms around Tina, hugging her from behind while Leda was sitting in a lotus position on a rock across from us. Gina's hands were busy tracing the soft curves of her sister's body. When Leda sighed I saw that she was sitting in meditative pose but the sound I heard wasn't from chanting. It was from the vibrator she was sitting on. 

"You have a beautiful family, Nora."

"Thank you. You have a beautiful cock."

"Hmmm. I've always preferred 'handsome' but I'll take beautiful."

"I want it," she said as she stroked me. 

"You want what?" I asked rolling over on her and pinning her down. 

"I want you to give it to me."

"Hmmm. I don't know. If you can't tell me exactly what you want, I might not be able to satisfy you properly."

"Are you going to make me say it?"

"Yes," I said smiling and kissing her. "I'm going to make you tell me right here in front of your girls what you want."

"All right. I want you to take this big thick cock and fuck my pussy with it, please," she said eagerly. 

I shoved my full length into her. It went in smoothly in one long, hard stroke. Her arms and legs flew up and wrapped around me as I slid into her. She shoved her pelvis up and ground her clit hard against the base of my shaft. The way she shuddered I knew she'd had a small orgasm. "I've never come so quickly before."

"Well, if you're done..."

"Hell no. Fuck me. Fuck me, Nick."

I heard Tina from behind me, egging me on. "Bang her, Nick. Give her that big dick and make her your bitch too."

"Yeah, bang her, Banger. Show us how you got your name, Banger." Leda cried.

Then Gina started up and the other two joined in chanting, "Bang her, Banger. Bang her, Banger." It wasn't the first time I'd heard that. It took me back to college when I'd hear guys say it as they passed by my door while I was fucking some sweet little coed. For a while it became a challenge among the girls to see who could fuck me to the point of exhaustion. None of them ever did. So the chant caught on. 

"Oh, yeah. That's so good. Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!"

I was propped up over her shoving my full length in and out of her as she arched her back and came. As she did I kept going pounding in her mercilessly as she began to moan and whine. With every deep hard thrust she gasped or whimpered. It's a sound I know and love. In fact my favorite sounds in the world are the little noises a woman makes when she comes. Soon Nora was incoherent and unable to respond in any other way than primal grunts and gasps. As I felt the evitable end approach for me I sped up making sure she could feel me swelling inside her hot pussy. A low moan started in my chest and grew to a shout as I hit my peak. Nora arched her back and joined me shouting in the joy of our release. I collapsed on top of her and we lay there with our chests heaving. 

We rolled over side-by-side again. We looked over to find Gina and Leda in an intense embrace, eating each other out in a cock hardening sixty-nine. Not to be left out, Tina had taken Leda's place, sitting in lotus position with a vibrator in her pussy and a breast in each hand. Her eyes were glazed over then squeezed tight as she came. Nora waved at Tina to come join us. Gingerly she stood up and walked over. When she lay down with us I looked back to see the vibrator sticking up out of the cushion/stone she'd been sitting on. Nora told me they'd had that one modified that way. 

Tina kissed us both and cuddled between us as we watched Gina and Leda. Those two were going at so hot and heavy that I didn't notice Nora moving until she wrapped her lips around me to clean me off. Of course Tina moved down to help after rubbing her hot little body against me. 

Tina then pulled me into an intense kiss. Looking me right in the eye she asked, "Nick, will you make love to me? I loved the fucking you gave me before, but I want to make love with you."

"It would be my pleasure, Tina. I've never known a woman like you. You're one in a million."

Nora guided me into her girl's pussy as Tina slid back onto me. When I was all the way in, she lay down on my chest and just rolled her hips slowly. The slow grind was excruciatingly hot. Her tight little cunt was sucking on my cock and drawing me in. I held her tight to me as we made love, caressing and kissing her body as we took our time to savor the connection between us. Tina shuddered and came as I kissed her. 

We spent the rest of the day and that night trying every conceivable combination of partners. Tina and Gina each sucked down another load of my come while Leda and Nora had me shoot off in their tight pussies. Between my trysts with each of them they ate and fucked each other again and again. As I drifted off to sleep I thought, 'this was the way I'd like to spend my life'. I wanted to stay forever but when I woke the next morning I had to go. I peeled an arm of one girl and the leg of another off me and got up to find my clothes. Just as I was pulling my shirt over my head I heard, "Trying to sneak off, there, Mister?"

Nora was naked leaning in the doorway with a cup of coffee in her hand. With a view like that I didn't think I could bring myself to leave. "No. Not sneaking off, just getting up and trying to figure out what's next."

"What do you mean?"

"In the last twenty-two hours and thirty minutes I've met and made love to the most wonderful women I've ever known. But I don't know what's next for me. I've got to go to work and you've got to take care of your girls. You tell me, Nora. Do you want to stay here with you and the girls? Do you want me to get out? What's next for me?"

"That's kind of up to you. What do you want, Nick?"

"For years I've been trying to figure out what I want. Do you know why I do these assignments? I do them so I have time to do what I want. The problem is I don't know what I want."

She walked over and laid her head on my shoulder as she gave me a hug. "I'm sorry, Nick. I've been there myself. You know yesterday was the Equinox. It's a magical day. It's the original Earth Day because that's when the earth is reborn each year. I celebrate it every year. I'm glad you were here to celebrate it with us. Having you here made it special. I just wish Jana had joined us too."

"Who's Jana?"

"Gina and Tina's sister. She was tied up yesterday and won't get home until this morning. She did say she'd be here for breakfast."

"Oh my god. If there's another like those two..."

Nora laid her hand on my chest and said, "No, she's not like them. She's the horny one."

"Shit. I'd better get out of here while I can. Besides, I've got a story to turn in to my editor. She gave me this assignment for the Earth Day issue that's coming up."

"I know. She and I talked about it. But before you go I have something to show you. Come on." Taking my hand she led me to the door. Slipping behind me she held me close as I looked out over the girls sleeping peacefully and contented. "That's what I love more than anything. What I want is for them to be happy and safe. I'm proud of them and what they've done to make the world a better place, but ultimately that right there is enough for me. That's what I want." 

"You're a lucky woman, Nora."

"I know."

As I stood there with her I felt an overwhelming sense of peace. It was addictive. I knew it wouldn't be long before I had to come back for more like a junkie for a fix. Eventually I tore myself away. "I've got to go. I've got to work this morning," I said giving her a quick hug and a kiss. 

From down the hall I heard, "You sure do. I was expecting to get your shots last night. You didn't pick up your phone or respond to the texts I sent you. If you took this long they'd better be good." There at the end of the hall was J.W. 'What is she doing here?' I wondered.

Nora turned and said, "Jana, you're home. You must have had a long hard night."

My head swung back and for the between the two of them like I was watching a tennis match. J.W. said, "I did and judging by what I see here, it looks like you did too."

Nora hugged her neck and smiled as she said, "It was a long hard night, but we handled it the best we could without you."

"I'll just best you did," she said as she gave Nora a kiss. Then turning to me she said, "Banger. Hey, Banger. Close your mouth and tell me you didn't spend the whole day fucking your way through the house and actually got what we need for the story."

"I uh...Yeah. I got the pictures but I didn't get any messages. I fell in the pool. My phone's probably fried. Why didn't the girls tell me about you."

"They probably wanted to keep you for themselves."

"J.W...J.W. is for Jana Westin?"

"Yeah. My mother named me after the longest lasting love of her life, Nora Westin. So I'm Jana Westin Miller."

"Okay. But why didn't you tell me this was your home?"

"Would it have changed how you acted if you'd known I live here?"

"Maybe. I guess. Well, yeah."

"Then there you go. That's why." She smiled the kind of wicked smile I'd expect from Gina and added, "I knew Mom and the girls would like you. I just didn't know they'd keep you."

"I swear I was on my way to work. Nora and I were just talking..."

Her chuckle cut me off. "Come on down to the study and show me the pictures you've got. We'll go over your notes and then you can go write up the story."

"Wait. You want me to write it...not just the pictures? You want me to do the whole thing?"

"Yep. But I warn you. If it isn't good enough I'm going to give your notes to somebody else and have them write it. Okay?"

"Okay. When do you want it?"

"Well, I'd planned on seeing it by the end of the day, but something tells me you'll need more time than that."

I grabbed my camera and headed down the hall with her, "I'll have it on your desk first thing tomorrow."

"Good, now let's see what you've got."

We spent almost two hours going over my notes and pictures. The layout of the piece was going to be different than anything we'd ever done before. I suggested that we add a sidebar about Nora's company and include a write up of what they manufacture and how accessible it is now. J.W. was impressed with the idea and called up another writer to handle it. After we set a date and time for me to shoot Nora at work, I packed up my gear. I tired my best not to ask but I couldn't stand it. "So Nora says you're the horny one, is that right?"

"That bitch. I'm going to ream her out for that." When she saw the look on my face she added. "Yeah, I'm going to ream her out both figuratively and literally. If you get back with that article soon enough I might let you watch-or if you're good you can help."

"Damn. That's a good way to motivate your employees, Boss." As we headed out to my car I realized it might not have enough charge to get home. I'd been too preoccupied to think about it before. I checked the gauges and asked Nora and J.W. where I could plug it in for a minute. 

Nora leaned in and asked, "Is this electric or a hybrid?"

J.W. joined us by sticking her head in from the other side. "You never told me you drove an electric car, Banger."

"It's not electric. It runs on compressed air. I need an outlet for the compressor. A few of my buddies and I converted our cars and bikes to run on compressed air. I can plug in and recharge the air tanks in less than five minutes or just pull into a station and use their air hose. I could go about 200 miles at a time so it'll run all day on a full charge. I just forgot to do it before I left home. It's got enough pressure for a short drive, but I'd rather recharge it here if that's okay."

Nora grinned and said, "Sure, but only if you show me how it works first. Jana, get Tina, she'll understand this better than the rest of us. Come on, Nick. Take me for a short spin and then we'll come back and plug it in."




The Time of My Life



I spent the next two hours going over the car with Tina, Nora, and all the girls. Nora asked who came up with the idea and I told her that four of us had worked on it, but the real brains behind it all was my friend, Neal. The next thing I knew J.W. had him on the phone and got him to come over. Gina called Nora's attorney and they made Neal and the rest of us an offer for the design and idea. The patent would be listed in each of our names with Neal getting the biggest percentage from it. 

Tina and Nora sat down and drew up plans to convert a couple of shops that had closed up across town to modify cars to run this way. If it worked, they wanted to start building cars from the ground up. When these girls get going there's no stopping them. 

I finally got back to my place and sat down the write the article. I put the pictures up on my TV so I could use them for inspiration, then I sat down with my laptop and a pizza and started to write. Somewhere between slices I got it going. The next thing I knew I had all but the last few hundred words and it was good. All it needed was an ending. 

I dialed J.W. and asked her, "Your mom is throwing a party on Earth Day, right?"

"Yeah. Why? What do you have in mind?

"Do you think she'd let people go on a tour of the house and grounds during the party? It would make the perfect end for my piece. We could post all the information and use it to get people to the party."

"That's a great idea. There's already going to be a DJ. It wouldn't be hard to add a couple of bands too. We could invite city leaders and make a big event out of it. They'll have a hard time avoiding going green with that in their faces. I love it, Banger. I'm sure Mom will too." The line was quiet for a minute before I heard them talking. "She loves it. Leda and Gina are already working out the details with her. I'll text you the info as soon as we nail it all down. How's the article coming?"

"I've got a few hundred words to go and all I needed was an ending...this is the hook I needed to make it sing."

"Cool. We'll go over it in the morning, okay? I'll see you at the office at ten."

"I'll be there and ready at nine."

J.W. chuckled over the phone and said, "Not if Tina has anything to say about it. She said that as soon as I give her permission, she's going to be at your door. You'd better finish fast, 'cause she looks like she can't wait."

I could hear Tina in the background asking if she could come over now. "Give me two hours before you turn her loose on me. I want to finish and clean my place up a bit."

"Okay, Banger, it's your funeral," she said with a laugh.

It's a good thing I'm a fast typist. The last few lines were finished just before Tina knocked at my door. I didn't even have time to clean the place up. But she didn't care. I don't think she even saw the place. As I opened the door she gave me one of her cock-hardening kisses and pushed me inside. When I plopped down on the couch she was all over me. Next thing I knew we were screaming in each other's ear as we came. It felt so right when we cuddled up in bed to sleep. Twice I woke up hard as a rock. The first time Tina was sound asleep and grinding her cute little butt against me. I was tempted to ravage her, but I needed some sleep. The second time the sun was up and I was flat on my back while she sucked me under the sheets. 

When my head cleared enough for me to make a complete sentence, I said, "God, Tina, you sure know how to wake a guy up. I love the way you suck my cock."

"Thanks, Nick. But I'm going have to wait my turn."

I opened my eyes to see her leaning back on the headboard playing with herself. 'Who's sucking my cock?' I wondered. 

"Jana said it was her turn. I'm not allowed to do anything but watch."

Lifting the sheet I saw my boss look up at me with a gleam in her eye as she worked on my cock. She pulled my shaft out of her mouth with a pop and said, "Hi, Banger. Wanna fuck?"

I pulled her to me for a long wet kiss before I rolled her over and shoved my cock into her. She moaned as I forced inch after inch into her tight wet pussy. 

Tina lay beside us and whispered in our ears as we panted with exertion. "She's got a nice pussy, doesn't she, Nick? Isn't he a good fuck, Jana? Don't you love his big thick cock? You want to shoot your come all over her, Nick? Want to come on her tits so I can lick it off?" She went on and on until we drowned her out with screams of release. After J.W. came I felt my balls ready to let go. I bellowed out that I was going to come and pulled out of her tight cunt to shoot all over her tits and face. 

I rolled off J.W. and Tina climbed on her to kiss and lick up my come. Then she grabbed my cock to lick me clean. J.W. laid her head on my shoulder and said, "I hope this is okay with you. Gina and Leda said it was only fair. I sent you to them so they sent me to you. I know we work together, but after I heard their stories, I couldn't resist."

"I'm glad you didn't. You girls are phenomenal. There's just one thing I don't understand."

"What's that?"

"How did you get Tina to go along with this?"

"I promised her two things. Number one was that she could come over and have you all to herself until morning. Number two was that I'd eat her out while you fucked her ass."

If Tina's mouth on my cock didn't already have me hard as stone, that would have done the job. I looked down at that little nymph and she said, "Time for you to fuck my ass again, Nick." Without another word she straddled me and lowered her tight little butt onto my cock. I slid into her as smooth as silk. Then she spun around and lay back on my chest making me gasp from the sensation. As she ground her ass up and down, she pulled my hands up to play with her tits. 

Just like before she groaned and growled as my rod slid in and out of her. Her legs were spread wide as she dug her hands into her cunt and rode me hard. It wasn't long before she growled, "Don't leave me hanging, Jana. Get down here and lick my cunt, Bitch."

J.W. gave me a peck and said, "Time to go to work. That's my cue."

Tina squeezed me and then quivered around my shaft as J.W. ate her out. I could feel Tina respond every time J.W. hit the right spot. All through it Tina egged us on, getting wilder and filthier by the minute. When she finally slowed down I stopped J.W. and told her that she'd done enough. It was time for me to take charge. 

I moved J.W. up to the head of the bed and rolled Tina over between her long legs. Pushing Tina's face in J.W.'s crotch I told her she had to return the favor if she wanted to feel me come in her ass. Tina dove into that pussy like she'd starve to death without it. I watched J.W. play with her tits and grind her cunt into Tina's face while I rode that tight little ass. We came one after the other, first J.W., then me, then Tina. Afterward we realized that Tina had come just from having her ass fucked. None of us ever touched her clit. This was an astounding girl.

We got cleaned up and Tina left to teach her classes. J.W. and I settled in to go over the piece. It felt like we took it apart and put it back together again, but in the end we didn't change much. It ran almost exactly the way I wrote it. The caption for each picture was a lot longer than usual but it worked. I tried to get J.W. to put her name on it too, but she said that wasn't the way it worked. Ultimately, it was my work and she just polished it up. "That's an editor's job," she said. 

We went back to the house later and took one more picture to wrap it up. I got a great shot of Nora and the girls together so everybody could see who lived there. J.W. fought with us about being in it, but she didn't have a chance. Nora insisted. She put an end to the debate when she said, "Jana, you may be on the staff at the magazine, but you're also part of this family. Get your ass over here now." There were my girls, all together. I kept a copy of that one for myself. I hung it over my desk.  

The issue came out one week and three days later. The first picture I did of the house made the cover. The layout was different and it looked good. Each girl's picture detailed her contribution to the house and a little about her other work. 

I took a stack of magazines over for Nora and the girls, but they were already reading it. J.W. had a truck deliver a bundle to the house before they hit the newsstands. The living room was filled with cups of coffee and tea, croissants and fruit so the girls could eat breakfast and read together. I was pulled into the mix amid hugs and kisses. The phone rang all morning as we talked and read and cuddled together. It was a good day. 

The next few weeks were busy for all of us. Neal had been working with Nora on the new compressed air conversions and that kept her pretty busy. Tina was tied up with midterm exams and Leda was working on the house for the Earth Day event. Gina came by one night to play and it was just what I needed. 

J.W. sent me home early that day and I was taking it easy for a change when Gina knocked on my door. I opened it to find her wearing a tiny shirtdress that was unbuttoned down to her navel. The way it hung on her half of her breasts were exposed. The hem was so short if she lifted her arms she was flash her pussy. It was so tight and small I realized it must have been Tina's. She smiled at me and said, "I've heard a girl can get attacked for dressing like this. Do you think that's true?'

Despite my urges I played it cool answering, "It could happen. Of course the safest thing is for a girl to fight if she wants to hold onto her virtue." 

"What if she wants to fight, but doesn't want to hold onto her virtue?"

"Then she'll get used like a slut. Maybe a girl dressed like that is just asking for it,"

"Hmmm. I don't know about other girls, but I know I am."

I pulled her inside and kissed her. Before I could kick the door shut she was beating on my chest and shoulders pretending to fight me off. If she hadn't been grinding so hard against the bulge in my pants, it would have been more convincing. I grabbed her and threw her over my shoulder and carried her down the hall to the bedroom. She flailed her arms and legs kicking and hitting me as she giggled. I threw her on the bed hard enough to make her bounce. She wiggled onto her stomach so I grabbed her dress and literally tore it off of her leaving her naked. 

Quickly I jumped on her and pinned her to the bed with my weight. As I reached down to take off my pants she pretended to fight me off again. I put my hand on her back between her shoulder blades and held her down. Then leaning in close I whispered in most menacing voice, "You gonna make me hurt ya, little lady?"

"Please, please don't hurt me, mister. I'll do anything you want, just please don't hurt me," she whined.

"I know you'll do anything I want. The question is are you gonna do it the easy way or the hard way?"

She tried to get out from under me again so I grabbed her hands and held them down while I forced my way between her legs. Despite the act (or maybe because of it) her pussy was open and wet, ready for me to use her. I teased her slit with my cock and asked, "What's it gonna be?"

"Oh, God. Are you going to fuck me?

"Yeah, and I'm gonna make you love it."

"Oh, please don't. Please stop."

I kept teasing her, rubbing my length between the cheeks of her ass, tickling her clit with my cock head, and spreading her lips with the tip of my rod only to back off and leave her waiting. "You sure don't want me to stop?"

"Hmmm. Oh, yes...please...please..."

"Please what?"

"Oh, damn, Banger, please fuck me...please."

When she said please the second time I shove my cock all the way into her hot wet pussy. Her head flew up and she moaned loudly. I pounded into her body and she lifted her hips to get just the right angle. Using one hand hold her down, I slid the other under her belly to tease her clit. Spreading my legs out I forced hers together tilting her pelvis even more. I knew the pressure of my hand and the angle of my cock in her would stimulate her G-spot. It must have worked because just a minute later she screamed as she came. Her pussy shot juice all over my cock and balls until it was dripping off me. 

I lay still on her sweat soaked back as we caught our breath. With my arm around her waist I rolled us over and spooned her with my rod still buried in her. Little spasms shook her body every minute or two. Finally she sighed and said, "I've never come so hard in my life. Damn. I know why they call you Banger now."

As we lay there she began to grind on me like a stripper giving a lap dance. But it was even better because I was still hard as a rock inside her. "That's nice, Gina. Move that sweet ass."

"I'm so wiped out it's all I can do for you, Banger."

"Then I'm just going to have to take you the way I want to aren't I?"

"Oh HELL yes. Use me any way you want."

I left her on her side as I got on my knees over her. She started to turn but I held her in place. It was a unique experience to feel how tight she was from that angle. She snuck her hand down to play with her clit as I slid in and out of her. The walls of her cunt quivered around me and drew me in as she came. 

When she'd caught her breath I stood her up by the bed and spread her legs wide. I had her lean over and grab her ankles so she could watch me pumping in and out of her. My balls were slapping against her clit as my stomach slapped her ass. She told me she could see my cock stretching her pussy lips apart and her clit dragging up and down the underside of my shaft. I sped up as I got close and she started coming. It felt my orgasm starting in my toes and shooting up through my body. But she didn't last long enough for me to come inside her. For the second time in her life her come squirted out as she got off. When she did her legs gave out and she collapsed at my feet just in time for me to shoot off all over her face and tits. With her mouth open wide, I emptied my balls all over her. Not giving up, she latched her mouth onto my rod and sucked me dry. Then she sat and scooped my come up to lick it off her fingers before she crawled over to me to suck me clean. 

I flopped into a chair and had her curl up in my lap. We sat and cuddled until the chill from our sweat drove us into the shower. I thought soaping her up and having her do the same for me was the best until we got out and she dried me off. By the time she was done, I was hard as a rock again. 

Heading back to my bed she threw one of those deliciously long legs over me and lowered herself onto my cock. A slow leisurely ride to a mutual orgasm finished off our night. I woke up in the morning to find her curled up beside me with her hand around my shaft. It took a while to go back to sleep with such a beautiful girl handling me that way. When I woke up again she was grinding her ass against my rod sliding it up and down between the tight cheeks of her butt. When the head got wedged against her little rosebud, she bore down hard and I popped into her ass. 

Slowly she drew me into her hot little butt, inch by inch. With every shudder and breath she took that tight hole massaged my rod as I slid into her. Furiously rubbing her clit as she pushed against me she was moaning and urging me on. Her sweet round butt finally made contact with my stomach. She had me all the way in her and it made her come hard and long. 

Gina looked excited and relieved when she said, "Thank you. I've never had the nerve to do this before, but it's fantastic, Banger. Thank you." You could have knocked me over with a feather. I hadn't pushed her to this. I hadn't even suggested it. She just took me in her ass and then thanked me. 

In an uncharacteristic voice Gina then said, "Banger, fuck my ass. I'm begging you. Fuck me, please."

Slowly I slid out and felt her coming again. Her fingers never left her pussy as I started sawing in and out of her. Keeping an eye on her to make sure she was okay I sped up. I didn't go too fast too soon, I wanted her to want to do it again because I sure as hell did. Soon she was shoving them her fingers in and out of her cunt. I could hear her juices sloshing so I started giving her a good hard fucking. "Oh God, Banger. Ream my ass out with your cock. Do it. Do it. FUCK MY ASS!"

When I felt her body tense up on her way to another climax I sped up again. Leaning in I whispered in her ear, "Your ass in mine now. I'm going to fill it up with come and mark my territory...right...NOW"

We came together, heaving and shuddering from head to toe. My heart was pounding and I was breathless as I shot off in her tight hot ass. When she felt that warm wet come splashing inside her it made her come again. Finally sated, we lay together for what seemed like hours while the world around us returned to its normal state. Gina turned and gave me a soft tender kiss and said, "Thank you," again with a heavy sigh. 

"No, thank you, Gina. That was amazing."

Gina got up slowly and tip toed her way to the bathroom. A few minutes later she came out with a couple of towels to wash and dry me off. Satisfied we were both clean enough she rolled me over on my back and curled up beside me with her head on my shoulder. The next thing I knew it was morning and she was gone. There was a note leaning up on the nightstand that read, "I think this is yours now." Propping it up was a cherry. Leave it to Gina to make a joke like that. 

I didn't see any of the girls again until Earth Day. I called the house and talked to each of the girls, but we were all too busy to get together. J.W. was out of the office for over a week preparing for the event. She'd got the magazine to co-sponsor it with Nora's company and she got all the local officials to be there by sending out reporters to ask if they were going to attend. It got a lot of attention from the local media. Each of the girls agreed to give tours. Leda complained about having caterers to feed everyone, but she gave in when they agreed to use the gardens at the house for the food. The shelter provided the extra hands to build a stage, etc and things were cooking right along. 

On Earth Day Leda showed people the eco-friendly gardens and greenhouse. Nora, Gina and Tina each showed how the systems in the house worked and J.W. served as emcee of the event. A concert and a vegetarian cooking competition rounded out the day's activities. There were people everywhere all day. It was a great turn out and everyone seemed to have a good time.

J.W. had managed to keep one part of the day's program a secret. She was the only one who knew that Nora was going to get an award for her work. When she called Nora up on stage, Nora took the girls with her. J.W. turned the stage over to the head of The National Alliance Sustainable Living and joined her sisters as Nora got her award. Nora was stunned. It was the first time I'd ever seen her thrown off guard. 

She hugged each of the girls and pulled them up with her to accept it. She told everyone what a difference each of the girls had made in her life and what they'd contributed. She thanked everyone who worked for her and introduced the people from her office and the shelter. It was a surprise when she pointed me out and thanked me for making her "funky old house" look so good. That got a good laugh. Then she got serious and finished by saying we'd given her something to treasure for the rest of her life. 

After the last of the caterers and musicians left, J.W. put her arm over my shoulders and said, "Thanks, Nick. You really did it." 

"No, J.W. this was all you. It was your idea and your drive that got this going. All I did was type up what all of you told me." I hugged her and said, "Thanks for letting me be a part of this. It was amazing."





The Time of My Life



My fingers moved slowly up her thigh until I found that my eyes had not deceived me; she wasn't wearing panties. My fingers found her swollen sex lips, covered by a soft down of pubic hair. A moan escaped from both of us as I began to gently rub my fingers up and down her slit, separating the slick, juice covered and swollen inner lips. 

It was obvious how excited she was by the warm and sticky juice that quickly coated my fingers. I used it to gently massage her clit, taking the little nub between my fingers and squeezing. Sandy moaned into my mouth and pushed her hips off the seat in need as I slowly slid my middle finger between the lips and into her warm cavern. I could feel her breath catch in her throat as her wet hole sucked my finger deep inside. 

"Oh God, oh God," she moaned as my finger began to saw in and out. "Yes, yes, yes, rub my clit, rub my clit," she gasped as her hips began to move faster. 

I brought my lips to her mouth again and pressed my finger into her vagina as deep as it could go. Immediately I could feel her begin to tremble. I used my thumb to rub her little button as my finger began moving in and out. I felt her body tense as I began to move my fingers faster, creating a sloppy sound, her juice spattering on my hand and her thighs. Her legs were spread wide apart now, giving me total access. 

I pressed her body to the seat and almost brutally shoved my hand between her thighs. She didn't object, instead her hands grabbed mine and helped it move rapidly in and out of her wide-open hole.

The car began to fill with the smell of Sandy's excitement and her moans of pleasure. It was a stronger smell than the scent of soap and shampoo but no less sweet.

"Ohhhhh!!!" Sandy moaned as she began to convulse in pleasure. "Yessssss, oh God, I'm cummmmiiiinnnngggg!!!" 

My fingers kept moving in her wet hole as her climax raced through her, making her shudder over and over. Her body tensed and her thighs clamped onto my hand, her fingernails digging into my arm, holding my finger deep inside of her convulsing vagina. 

Sandy moaned over and over, my lips kissing hers gently until she collapsed onto the seat. I pulled her still trembling body to me as she finally began to settle down. 

"Ohhhh...wow...I needed that," Sandy sighed sheepishly, barely whispering, her face pressed to my neck. I could feel her warm breath tickling the skin. 

Then she looked up at me and said, "Thank you," almost embarrassed.

"You're welcome," I answered, not entirely sure how to respond; I had never had a girl thank me for getting her off. 

I held her for a long time, content to feel her soft body next to mine, her breathing now slow and gentle. Eventually she looked up at me and smiled sweetly. Then she kissed my lips quickly before pushing me back on the seat.

As I watched Sandy pull the blanket from my lap, I started to say that reciprocation wasn't necessary but my mouth was so dry from excitement that no words would come out. No, it was not necessary but I would have gone crazy if she had left me in my state of excitement. 

"So that's where my panties went," Sandy said with a little laugh as she uncovered my crotch.

I had forgotten that I had her panties wrapped around my penis. If it hadn't been dark in the car, she would have seen my face turn three shades of red. However, embarrassment soon turned to pleasure as I felt her soft hand wrap around my throbbing penis and begin to move up and down. My eyes closed, my head went back on the seat, and I began to moan. I felt Sandy moving. I was hoping for a nice hand job when I was surprised by something wet on the swollen head. I opened my eyes and saw Sandy's tongue licking the head, her face turned to the side, looking up at me, a smile on her lips. Then she moved around and got to her knees on the floor of the car between my legs. She opened my belt and pulled my pants and shorts down to my knees. 

I felt Sandy hesitate for a moment when she had my pants to my feet. I knew that she could see the scar from the bullet wound on my thigh. Suddenly I felt almost embarrassed by its ugliness. She didn't say a word but bent and kissed the scar tenderly. Then her hands went to my penis and pulled it to her mouth. 

"Oh God," I moaned as her mouth closed over the throbbing head. 

Sandy sucked me for a long time, bringing me very close to my peak on several occasions before she pulled away. I looked down and saw her take her panties and place the crotch across the head. Then her hand squeezed the shaft. We both watched as a bubble of clear juice forced itself through the material, shimmering in the dim light coming through the rain spattered windows. 

Again, Sandy looked up at me as her tongue came out to gently lick the large drop of clear juice into her mouth. She then licked the cloth-covered head repeatedly until the wet panties molded to the swollen head like a second skin. I moaned and closed my eyes as my body began to shake with need. I knew that I couldn't hold out much longer when her hand began to work up and down the shaft rapidly. 

"I'm going to cum," I whispered breathlessly in warning. Her mouth covered the pulsing, panty-covered head of my penis again. 

Two more strokes and I could feel my juice rushing up the shaft.

Sandy pushed the wet crotch of her panties from the head just in time to catch my juice in her open mouth as it rocketed from the slit. It felt like my balls were going to explode as I shot stream after stream into her mouth. I heard her choke once but that didn't stop her from drinking every drop of sperm that I could produce. It felt like my soul was pouring through the swollen head of my penis.

I could hear Sandy moaning quietly as she swallowed and sucked repeatedly. Then she used her tongue to lick the last dribbles of cum that her hand milked from me. When she could squeeze no more out she looked up, her eyes were sparkling with delight. She had several drops of my juice on her lips. 

I watched her use her panties to wipe her mouth clean then sit back up. 

"Thank y..." I started to say when she pressed her fingers to my lips.

"No, thank you," she said with a smile and tenderly kissed my lips then opened the door of the car. 

Just before she got out she threw her panties onto my still exposed crotch and said, "Good night, I'll see you in the morning."

I watched in stunned silence as she went back into the room. My head was spinning. I looked down at my sticky crotch to confirm what had just happened. Later, I used her panties to jerk off twice more with the vision of her pretty face and mouth between my legs. I put the panties into my duffel bag and went to sleep with a satisfied smile on my face.

Chapter 3

The following morning I was up early as the sun finally broke through the clouds. It was a gorgeous September morning. I stepped out of the car and stretched, feeling refreshed even though I had slept fitfully in the back of the cramped car. I went to the diner and got a paper, sitting down with a cup of coffee, waiting for Sandy to get up. 

Reading the paper was depressing. It was filled with casualties of war and pictures of college students protesting in the streets. I put the paper down when I felt rage growing within me. I was not sure if my anger was directed at the war or the protesters; that was my dilemma. I was pretty much against the war now but I knew my buddies back in the jungle needed our support. 

Finally, I left the diner and went around to where Sandy's room was. As I turned the corner, I saw Sandy come out of the room and look around apprehensively. I waved my arm at her as she walked over to the car and looked inside. When she saw me, she waved back and smiled brightly. It seemed that she was relieved that I was still around. Maybe she thought I was going to steal her car.

As I approached her I saw that her car had something dripping from under the engine. "Looks like we have a problem here," I said pointing to the green liquid on the grown. I squatted and looked under the car and saw that her radiator had sprung a leak. "I think your trip home is going to have a little delay."

Sandy moaned in frustration.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

I found a repair shop and had them tow the car to the garage to replace the radiator. We were stuck in this one horse town until the shop could repair the car. 

By 4 p.m., we realized that we were not going anywhere that day so Sandy got another room for the night. I chipped in some money this time since I would not have the car for me to sleep in. 

To say that I distressed Jessica by staying in their room was an understatement. I heard her talking heatedly with her sister, occasionally looking over at me. I just smiled back.

We went to dinner at the diner again and then went to the room to watch TV. I chose a spot between Sandy's bed and the wall and spread my blankets on the floor. Sandy pushed the twin beds together and gave me a pillow from her bed. We turned out the lights at about 10:30. Justin had been asleep for some time.

I lay there in the quiet room for a long time, unable to sleep. That was not unusual for me. I didn't sleep through an entire night much anymore and when I did, it was very lightly. 

It must have been about midnight when I heard the bed covers rustling. In the dim light coming from the slightly opened bathroom door, I could see Sandy get off the bed. I thought she might be going to the bathroom. 

I saw her look down at me.

"Are you still awake?" she whispered.

"Yes," I answered.

"Need some company?"

Immediately I could feel my heart start to race. I wasn't sure what she meant by 'company' but I was hoping it was a replay of last night. "Yes," I whispered, my voice strained.

Sandy knelt next to me. I could see her looking down at me hesitantly, almost like she was trying to make a decision. Suddenly she bent over and brought her face close to mine. Her soft, wet lips met mine in a slow sensual kiss. I tried to withhold a moan as our tongues began to work into each other's mouths. When she pulled away, I almost groaned in disappointment. Then my breath caught in my throat as I watched her pull her nightshirt over her head. While the light was dim, I could still see her beautiful naked body. 

Sandy stayed on her knees looking down at me for a little while. It gave me the chance to gaze at her large soft breasts. They were full, like a woman that has had a baby but were still young and firm. The nipples were large and erect with excitement. I watched them rise and fall with her breathing.

I could see her narrow waist and the soft brown pubic hair between her legs. It almost looked like her pubic hair was shinning with moisture. 

After she had let me take in the beauty of her nakedness, Sandy leaned forward again, pressing her soft breasts to my bare chest. I could feel her nipples almost burning into me like hot coals. Then I felt her hand begin to slide down my body until it reached my shorts. As her tongue pressed into my mouth again, she slid her hand under the waistband and down to my erection. My penis had been throbbing since she had kissed me the first time. I moaned quietly as her warm hand wrapped around me and gently stroked up and down. 

My arms wrapped around her back and slid down her soft skin until I held her ass cheeks in my hands. I squeezed her firm cheeks, pulling them apart and slipping my finger slowly down the crack until they gently grazed her little rose. 

Sandy moaned and pushed her ass back at me, spreading her legs. My fingers rubbed the little back hole for a few seconds, feeling it pulse with excitement. I could feel Sandy's heart beating rapidly against my chest as I probed the tight little hole, the tip of my finger pressing briefly inside. 

There was a moan, almost of frustration, as I pulled my finger out and moved further down to tickle her swollen lips. I could feel her juice streaming out of her open hole like a warm river. I smoothed the juice around the sex lips bringing murmurs of pleasure from her mouth. 

"Fuck me," Sandy whispered breathlessly. "Oh God, fuck me!"

I pushed the blanket off my hips, and quickly stripped my shorts down my legs. I knelt like Sandy had done, letting her see my pulsing shaft, bobbing up and down, the clear juice running from the head like a silvery strand of oil. I let the strand of juice drip into my hand then brought it up to the head of my penis and rubbed it across the smooth head. I did it several times until my shaft was lubricated and shinning with my juice.

Sandy watched me, her hand going between her legs to rub herself. Her eyes were wide with lust, burning into my naked groin. As I lay back down, she turned around until her ass was pressed to me. I snuggled up behind her in a spoon fashion, loving the warm feeling of her body next to mine. I bent my head and began to kiss her neck as my hands came around her body and began to squeeze her breasts. My erection slid between her thighs as I continued to lick her neck all the way up to her ear. I took her ear lobe in my mouth and gently bit it. 

Then I circled her ear with my wet tongue and said in a whisper, "Put it in!" My voice sounded hoarse with excitement.

Sandy moaned again and reached down, using her fingers to rub my penis against her pulsing lips. She slid it back and forth between the lips and then across her clit, teasing herself, holding back, making our excitement almost unbearable. 

Finally, I felt her push my erection down and through her swollen and very wet lips. I moved back slightly and let her fit the head into her sex hole. We both moaned when I began to slide slowly into her, inch-by-inch, deeper, and deeper, until I could go no further. By this time, we were both shaking with excitement. I pulled her hips tightly to me, keeping my rod buried inside her. 

"Oh God, you feel good," I moaned into her ear. Then I placed my mouth on her neck again. I couldn't help myself and I began to suck the soft skin into my mouth. 

"Oh God, oh God, oh God," Sandy moaned as goose bumps formed up and down her body. 

I knew that she would have a suck mark on her neck tomorrow but at that moment, I didn't care. 

I began to move my shaft slowly in and out of her sopping wet lips. Gradually, I began to move faster and faster until I was moving in and out in a rapid tempo. Her ass was pressing back at me in time with my thrusts, forcing me back inside her after each outward movement. 

"I'm going to cum," I moaned quietly and grasped her breasts in my hands. I wanted to warn her just in case she wanted me to pull out before I came inside of her. I took each of her nipples between my fingers and squeezed hard.

"Yes, yes, cum in me! Squeeze them hard, ohhhhhh! Oh God, I'm almost there, yes, yes, oh yes, I'm cummmmiiiinnnggg!!!"

When I felt Sandy's body tense with climax, I released my own pent up passion, pouring my hot sperm deep into her body. We were both biting our lips to keep from crying out and waking Jessica and Justin. 

I found out later that Jessica was awake the entire time, listening to her sister and I make love.

Finally, both of our bodies collapsed in exhaustion. I held Sandy tight, keeping myself inside her until I softened and slowly slipped out, followed by a stream of my thick juice. Sandy snuggled tightly into me as I kissed her neck lovingly. I could see a bruise in the nape of her neck and felt a pang of guilt. 

We fell asleep with her ass pressed to my groin and my arms wrapped around her, still holding her breasts in my hands. 

Sometime during the night, I awoke when Sandy pulled away from me and got back in her own bed. 

In the morning, I woke up when light began to stream into the room from the slightly opened curtain. I had slept for a couple of good hours without any bad dreams. When I looked toward the bed, I was surprised to see Sandy lying on her side; her eyes were open, looking at me. She had a satisfied smile on her face. I smiled back at her.

Then I watched her push the blanket off her body. My eyes opened wide when I saw that she had a hand at her crotch and was playing with her vagina. I could see that the remains of our love making from last night were on her fingers and thighs. Her hard nipples indicated that she was already very excited and had probably been working on herself for some time. 

Not to be outdone, I pulled my blanket down and took my half-hard penis in my hand and began to stroke it. I could see her excitement increase as she watched my hand move up and down in time with her fingers.

It didn't take very long for Sandy to begin to tense. I watched her close her eyes and squeeze her thighs on her fingers as she shivered silently in climax. 

That was enough to bring me to a peak. My eyes closed as my hand moved rapidly up and down my penis until my sperm shot out in an arch, splattering on my chest and stomach. 

When I opened my eyes, I saw Sandy smiling at me again. As I watched, she brought her wet fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean of our combined juices. 

I wasn't going to let her get away with that. I lifted my sperm covered fingers and brought them to my mouth. Her face showed her shock when she saw me suck my fingers clean. Chapter 4 Later that morning, I walked to the repair shop and got the car then we hit the road after breakfast. Sandy invited me to sit up front with her. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a tight sweater that softly outlined her firm breasts. I saw, with some embarrassment, that there was a large suck mark on her neck. I assumed that she didn't mind the mark because the sweater she chose was cut low, leaving the mark obvious to me and, unfortunately, Jessica. 

Jessica was wearing another pair of hip hugging pants and a flowery blouse. She had a bandanna wrapped around her head. 

We had driven for several hours up into the mountains when we passed a sign that indicated that there was a historic park a few miles away. 

"You want to stop there for a break," Sandy asked.

"Sure, sounds great to me," I answered.

"Okay with you Jessica?" Sandy asked.

"Sure, I need a break and Justin is getting wild back here."

That was the most I'd heard Jessica say since I had joined them. 

We found the park and pulled into a concession stand. There was a place to get lunch so we picked up some food and sat at a picnic table near the woods to eat. After lunch, I could see that Justin needed a little exercise so I asked if I could take him to the swings. Sandy said yes immediately. 

I took the little guys hand and hurried to the play area. He was giggling as he tried to keep up with my rapid pace, his little feet barely touching the ground. As I put him on a swing, I noticed that Jessica had followed us. She wasn't letting her nephew get out of her site. I couldn't blame her.

Jessica sat on a swing next to us silently.

"You don't like me do you?" I said as I began to push Justin.

Jessica didn't respond for some time. Finally, she said, "I don't trust you."

"Why?"

"Because I don't know who you are and I think you're taking advantage of my sister's emotional state!" Jessica said without looking at me. "Besides, I don't like what you...you...what's happening over there," Jessica added, referring to the war. "You might be a great guy," Jessica continued, softening her tone a bit. "But you're just some stranger that my nutty sister has picked up off the road. You could be an ax murderer for all I know."

"I understand what you're saying. Truthfully, I would feel the same way as you do if I were in your position. I don't mean to take advantage of your sister," I said as I continued to push Justin on the swing. "I think Sandy and I are both lonely and need something right now."

"Maybe you should find what you need with somebody else," she said, obviously protective of her sister but also maybe a little jealous. 




The Time of My Life



The truth was that I admired her protectiveness. I could understand loyalty and I knew how important it was in life. My life had depended on it many times. I had no desire to complicate things between the two sisters. "Alright, I'll leave tomorrow after we get out of these mountains to a main road," I said. 

Jessica turned and looked at me with surprise, as if she didn't believe me. Maybe she was just surprised that I had feelings.

"Don't worry, I'll go. And I've never killed any babies," I added with some sarcasm. I had already heard what some protesters were calling Vietnam vets.

I took Justin over to the sliding board, put him between my legs, and slid down several times. He kept grabbing my hand and pulling me to the ladder to go down again. I was getting a little tired when I saw Sandy walking toward us. 

"Hi sweety," Sandy called out to her son. When Justin saw her, he ran to her open arms. "Jess, can you take Justin for a little while, I want to take a walk with Gary?"

"Fine," Jessica said reluctantly, but not, I didn't believe, because she didn't want Justin. I was becoming increasingly convinced that she was jealous.

Sandy took my hand and led me to a trail that wound up the mountain. We walked up the hill and through the woods, holding hands. 

On the top of the hill, a stone watchtower was the centerpiece of the park. It was a tall structure, maybe a hundred and fifty years old, which was apparently built by the Calvary to watch the Indian movement in the valley below. 

The two of us walked up the dark, damp stairs inside the tower to the outlook. From the top, there was an incredible view of the valley below. 

Sandy and I stood side by side and watched several hawks floating on the September breeze, looking for their prey in the forest below. The trees in the valley had just begun to change colors, the wind causing them to rustle gently. 

I felt Sandy move close to me. I put my arm around her and held her to my side. 

"It's beautiful up here," I said.

"Yes it is," Sandy said and turned her face to mine. 

I brought my lips to hers and kissed her. I could feel her soft breasts press to my chest, bringing that familiar excitement to my groin. When Sandy felt it, she pulled back and smiled up at me like I was a naughty little boy. I smiled back and shrugged as my eyes moved down and saw that her nipples had hardened under her sweater. I wasn't the only one getting excited.

Sandy looked around the tower then smiled at me with a twinkle in her eyes and said, "Looks like the park is pretty deserted today." 

I turned to look at the area around the tower. When I turned back to Sandy, I saw a mischievous grin and she started to pull her sweater from her jeans. 

"What are you doing?" I said excitedly as I watched her pull her sweater up and over her breasts. My eyes grew as big as saucers as I stared at her large breasts bared in the bright sunlight. 

"Suck them!" Sandy said and pulled my head down.

I was fairly sure that no one could see us on the top of the tower and we could see anyone coming up the trail long before they got to the tower. So I relaxed and began to suck on her offered nipple. I sucked and licked first one nipple then moved to the other, leaving them both wet with my saliva. I cupped one breast in my hand and squeezed the nipple. Remembering Sandy's excitement from last night when I was a little rough with her nipple, I increased the pressure until I was squeezing the still wet nipple very hard. At the same time, I bit the other, gently squeezing it between my teeth. 

Sandy moaned loud, her legs trembling as she pulled my head tight to her soft flesh. When I pulled away, releasing her hard nipples from my teeth and fingers, our mouths met and I pulled her now naked breasts to my chest. We were both moaning, our lower bodies pressing together. I knew that she could feel my full erection tenting my pants.

We were breathing hard when our lips parted. Suddenly Sandy started to slide down my body. 

"Sandy, are you nuts!" I said as she squatted at my feet and started to open my pants.

"Just keep your eyes on the trail," she said in a lusty tone, then reached inside my pants and pulled my erection out. It was already throbbing and the head was shiny with my juice. 

I watched with wide eyes as Sandy opened her mouth and took the head inside. Her tongue lashed the swollen head then tried to force itself inside the drooling slit. To pay me back for my use of teeth on her nipple, I felt her bring her sharp teeth down on the sensitive skin just below the head. She increased the pressure just enough to bring a little tremble to my legs. I couldn't help a moan as my hips pushed forward, forcing my shaft halfway into her mouth. 

Sandy's hands went to my thighs and rested there as I grabbed her head in my hands. She covered her teeth with her lips and let me gently move her head back and forth, sliding my penis in and out. My fingers intertwined in her hair and my eyes closed in pleasure. I could feel her tongue working on the throbbing head again, tickling it with little butterfly movements. 

"Oh God Sandy, we shouldn't be doing this. Oh yes, oh God," I moaned as I opened my eyes and watched her mouth bulge with my swollen shaft, saliva trickling from the corners of her stretched lips. 

I lifted her face up until our eyes met and she stopped sucking for a moment. "Sandy, if you keep that up I'm going to cum in your mouth," I said. 

Her answer was a moan as she closed her eyes, her lips beginning to suck even harder. 

"Oh God, oh God," I groaned. I watched Sandy's eyes open and look up and me again, then hood in pleasure. I could see her cheeks suck in as she created a wonderful vacuum. "Oh yes, oh yes, I'm going to...yes, I'm cumming," I warned as my penis pulsed in her mouth. Suddenly I felt my juice rush up the shaft and begin to pour into her willing mouth. 

Sandy grabbed my shaft and began to milk it into her mouth as she swallowed repeatedly. My knees began to buckle as my climax rushed through me. I held her head in my hands, my fingers twined in her hair as if I was afraid that she would pull away. 

When Sandy had sucked every drop from my still throbbing penis, I collapsed against the stone wall. My penis pulling from her mouth with a loud sucking sound. My breathing was ragged and uneven. I still held her head in my hands. 

When I could think again, I looked down at her smiling face. I pulled her up and held her close. She hesitated when I brought her lips to mine. I persisted and locked my mouth onto hers. Sandy's body relaxed and she moaned as my tongue sought hers. Then, I moaned also, as I tasted my own cum in her mouth, our tongues pressing it back and forth between us.

Suddenly we both jumped apart when we heard voices coming up the stairs. I had been so involved that I hadn't even noticed people approaching the tower. I barely had time to turn around and press myself up against the stone overlook; my still exposed penis forced against cold stone wall. 

Sandy had pulled her sweater over her breasts but she didn't have time to stuff it back into her jeans. As the two of us stood side-by-side looking out at the valley, trying to look innocent, Sandy started to giggle. It became infectious and both of us started to laugh hysterically. It was very difficult to keep my groin pressed to the wall as I laughed uncontrollably. My antics made her laugh even harder. 

The family looked at us like we were both crazy. We had to wait until they were gone before I could make myself decent so we could leave. 

We walked back down the trail arm an arm, still giggling occasionally at what had happened at the tower. 

"Well, it's about time!" Jessica said when she saw us approach. 

"Sorry, we just got carried away on top of that tower. The things you can see up there are amazing," Sandy said, not looking at me for fear that she would start laughing again. At least she hadn't lied. Chapter 5

Sandy asked me to drive for the next several hours. She, Justin and Jessica slept most of that time. It was about dinnertime so I pulled off the road to a small restaurant. I woke everyone and we went into the restaurant.

The food wasn't very good but we were hungry. I sat next to Sandy, our thighs touching. Several times she reached down and rubbed my thigh, trying to be discrete but not fooling Jessica who watched with a mixture of contempt and what might have been envy. 

When Sandy went to the ladies room, Jessica looked over at me and said, "You're leaving in the morning right?"

I sighed and looked back saying, "If that's what you want."

"Yes," she answered, her voice less convincing than before.

"Don't you think that's going to hurt your sister?"

"No more than when you leave her when we get to California."

"Maybe I won't leave. I hear San Francisco is a very nice place to live," I said half serious.

"You'll leave, I know your type."

"What is my 'type'?" I asked with some anger in my voice. For someone that acted so liberal, she had a very closed mind I thought. 

Before Jessica could answer, Sandy came back and sat down next to me. "You guys getting to know one another?" she asked facetiously when she saw our faces. 

"Yea, Jessica thinks she knows me really well now," I said sarcastically, looking at her with more sadness than anger.

I saw Jessica's face turn red with either anger or embarrassment. 

When we walked out of the restaurant I saw several motorcycles and a couple of unsavory looking guys leaning up against them. Unfortunately we had to walk past them to get to the car. Sandy was carrying Justin as we walked past. 

There were three guys. One appeared to be the leader. He was fat with long hair, a beard and tattoos up and down his arms. The other two were skinny and had teeth missing. They had their own tattoos and their clothes looked like they had never seen the laundry. 

"Wow, baby that's one hot piece," the fat guy said as Sandy walked by. "And this must be her baby sister," he added looking at Jessica. 

"Kiss my ass, slob," Jessica said to the fat guy.

I had to give it to Jessica she had guts I thought.

"We got us a feisty one here Vern," the skinny guy said then stepped in front of Jessica. 

"Come on guys," I said, starting to get concerned.

"Oh the punk wants us to 'come on'," the fat one said standing up from his motorcycle. "I think he might be one of them there baby killers Lucas. Look at that Army field jacket. You a baby killer punk?"

I knew that we were in trouble at that point. Unfortunately, I had made the mistake of wearing my field jacket into the restaurant.

"Come on guys, we don't want any trouble," I said.

"Looks like we got one of them baby killers and a coward guys too," the fat guy said with a sneer. 

Then I felt rage begin to grow in the pit of my stomach. Settle down, I told myself. 

"Get out of my way asshole!" Jessica said.

I saw the guy in front of Jessica reach out and grab her arm. Suddenly I was back in the jungle. My instincts began to take over. There was no fear; I had long ago stopped worrying about being wounded or dying. 

The three punks thought that they were in control, however, they had no idea of the danger they were in. Even today, I shudder at the thought of what might have happened. I learned in combat that once you could kill one person, you could kill anyone; the only difference was your justification. 

Many people couldn't understand how soldiers could kill women, children, or even their own men. The Army trains soldiers to kill, and then they put them in a position to use that training. Once one gets over the initial shock of taking a life, then, if your perception is that a person is a threat to you, it no longer matters who they are. 

These three were a threat.

I wasn't trained in martial arts but my instincts were honed to such a point that I could sense what someone was going to do before they knew it themselves.

I saw the skinny guy in front of Jessica reach over and touch her breast. She froze in shock. 

Suddenly, my anger turned to rage. The three Caucasian men turned into Vietnamese soldiers. It was what I feared most about being on the streets of America again.

"Get your fucking hands off her," I screamed. 

I saw the guy to my right move quickly toward me, his hand rose in a fist. I ducked and rammed my shoulder into his lower half, flipping him into the air, causing him to land on his face in the gravel of the parking lot. The second skinny guy had to jump back to avoid being hit by his friends flying feet. I took that opportunity to extend my right foot and catch the fat guy in the groin. He bellowed and bent forward in pain. Then I saw that he had a baseball bat in his hand. I reached out and grabbed the bat as he went to his knees. I swung it at the other guy, hitting him in the upper arm. There was a loud snap, followed by his scream of pain. I turned back to the fat guy, now on his knees in front of me and raised the bat over my head intending to bring it down on his scull. 

Lights were flashing in my eyes. I could hear the crash of mortars all around me and the "snap, snap" of AK47 rounds whistling past my head. It was life or death. These bastards had killed my friends; now they were going to die. 

Suddenly I heard a high-pitched voice screaming from behind me. Had it not been a woman's voice I'm not sure I would have stopped. Instantly I was back in the "world," standing on a parking lot between three moaning men, a baseball bat raised above my head. 

"Gary, stop, stop!" 

It was Sandy's voice. I turned and saw her and Jessica standing staring at me, their faces a mask of fear. Justin was screaming, tears running down his face. 

I was disoriented as I lowered the bat. I saw that people had come out of the restaurant and were looking at me as I stood in bewilderment. Then I felt Sandy grab my arm and pull me away. I dropped the bat as she practically dragged me toward the car.

"Drive!" Sandy said to Jessica as she pushed me into the back of the car. As the car sped off the parking lot, throwing stones at the three surprised punks, Sandy turned me toward her and said, "Gary, are you alright?" 

"I...I'm so...so...sorry," I stuttered, beginning to realize what had just happened. "I didn't mean to..." I tried to say as I felt my body begin to tremble. 

"It's okay sweety, they got what they deserved," Sandy said as she pulled me into her arms.

I don't remember too much after that until I found myself on a bed in the motel in Sandy's arms. I looked at the clock and it was 2 am. Suddenly, as often happens at night, the terror of what had happened cascaded over me, starting the trembling all over again. 

Sleep didn't come that night. Before the sun came up I quietly pulled myself from Sandy's sleeping form. I stood at the bed and looked down at her, then leaned down and gently kissed her cheek. Quietly I grabbed my duffel bag and let myself out of the room.

It was raining hard again so I turned my collar up and started across the parking lot. 

"Gary!" I heard a scream from behind me. 

I turned and saw Jessica standing on the sidewalk in her nightshirt with no shoes, the rain pouring down her face.

We stood silently staring at each other before I heard her say, "Don't go! Please!" The sound of her voice was almost drowned out by the pouring rain. 

"I have to," I said, my voice trembling with emotion.

"No you don't. You can come with us to California."

"You were right Jessica, I'll just hurt Sandy or you or somebody else. I've got too many demons...nobody is safe around me."

"Gary, I was wrong. You're a good person. I was just jealous that you were paying attention to Jessica and not me," Jessica said, tears mixing with the rain as she walked toward me. 

"I can't...I can't..." I stuttered and hung my head, tears suddenly coming to my eyes. I had not cried since my father died when I was fourteen. I hadn't even cried when I lost friends in Vietnam. I thought I was too much of a man for that. 

As Jessica wrapped her arms around me, I began to sob, my knees giving out, sliding down her body. I was too heavy for her to hold me up so she went to the wet asphalt with me. Jessica held me, letting me cry, as the cold rain poured down on us in the middle of the parking lot. 

"Come on back in the room, you can't leave now, you're soaked. At least stay with us for a couple of days," Jessica whispered, wiping rain from my face. 

I let Jessica help me to my feet and walk me back into the room. I vaguely remember Sandy standing inside the door as we walked into the room. 

The next thing I remember was opening my eyes and seeing Sandy, Justin, and Jessica coming into the room. I looked at the clock and it was 11:30 am. 

"It's about time you woke up sleepyhead," Sandy said with a smile. "We tried to stay out as long as we could but Justin is getting cranky and we have to check out."

"Wow!" was all I could say as I rubbed my eyes. I couldn't remember when I had slept that soundly. I pulled the covers off me and stood up. Then I realized that I was totally naked and had my typical morning erection. I jumped back under the covers, looking at the two smiling women.

"Who...uh...which..." I tried to say my face beet red.

"Sorry, it was kind of hard for one of us to get your clothes off," Sandy said. "Don't worry, Jessica's seen one before."

Now I saw Jessica blush. Chapter 6

It was a different Jessica that I saw that afternoon, her normal sullen attitude was gone; she even smiled at me, almost flirting. 

Later in the afternoon, when we stopped for a break she came up to me as I sat on a picnic bench waiting for Sandy to take Justin to the bathroom. 

"Gary, I wanted to say that I'm sorry about the way I've treated you and the bad things that I said."

"You don't need to apologize to me Jessica. The fact is, you're right about me. I don't even know who I am anymore. I can't be trusted. I don't want to hurt you or your sister."

"You won't hurt us. You and Sandy need each other right now. I realize that now. You're a good person," Jessica said and sat next to me on the bench, her thigh pressing to mine.

"I'm not sure about that but thanks anyway," I said and took her hand in mine. "I want to thank you for this morning. I don't know where I would have gone."

"It was my fault that you were leaving anyway," she said.

"Well, you didn't have to come after me. It has been a long time since I felt like anyone cared about me. I can't remember when I have felt anything close to real emotions. I haven't cried in years. Maybe I'm starting to heal." 

When I saw Sandy coming back toward us I felt Jessica move slightly away from me and pull her hand from mine.

"Everybody ready to go," Sandy said with a smile. If she saw me holding Jessica's hand she didn't show it.

We traveled for a couple of more hours until we passed several nice hotels.

"Sandy, let's get a better room for the night. I'll split it with you," I said. 

"Sounds great, I'm a little tired of the seedy motels we've been staying in anyway."

We picked out one of the hotels and got a room that had a bedroom and living room with a sofa bed. It also had a bathroom and small kitchenette between the bedroom and living room, with an access door from both the living room and bedroom. The three of them were going to sleep in the bedroom and I was going to sleep on the sofa bed. 

After a nice dinner with a very pleasant conversation between all three of us, we retired to the room. I took a shower then gave Justin a bath as the two of them unpacked. I was playing with Justin, splashing water all over the bathroom when Sandy came in to see what all the giggling was about. 

"You two guys are making a mess," she said, trying to act stern but with a smile on her face.




The Time of My Life



"Sorry," I said, water dripping all over my shirt as I turned to smile at a giggling Justin. "I guess we got caught squirt," I said and splashed water on him again. 

"Can someone else get a bath," Jessica said lightly as she joined us. 

"Alright, we're done," I said. "We'll go watch TV."

Later, Justin fell asleep in my arms and I took him to Sandy to put to bed.

A little while later I went into the kitchen to get a glass of water. I saw that the bathroom door was slightly cracked open. I looked in discretely, thinking it was Sandy in the bathroom. I almost gasped when I saw the reflection of Jessica in the mirror standing with only a pair of panties on, brushing her hair. 

I wanted to turn away but I was frozen like a deer in the headlights as I looked at her half naked form. 

I had thought Jessica's breasts were large but now I saw that they were positively huge. The brown nipples were as big around as silver dollars and stuck out like pencil erasers. The orbs were full and firm without a hint of sag. 

I don't know when it happened but at some point Jessica noticed that I was looking in on her. 

I saw with shock that her eyes were staring directly at me. Then I felt a thrill run through me when she didn't turn away or close the door. She simply stared at me as I looked at her and then went back to brushing her hair. I watched her breasts jiggle behind her arms as she moved the brush through her long hair. Finally after a while, her arms dropped to her side, almost like an adult giving into a child, letting me have the full view of her now heaving breasts. Then I saw a little indulgent smile come to her lips and maybe just a hint of pride as she straightened her back slightly, thrusting her breasts upward. 

"Are you done yet," Sandy said, coming into the bathroom from the other side. Jessica jumped in surprise and turned quickly away. I moved back, hoping that Sandy hadn't seen me.

I was watching television again when I heard the shower running. When the water was turned off, I went to the bathroom door and quietly opened it, hoping that it was Sandy in there this time. Fortunately it was. She was standing at the mirror in her panties, just like Jessica had been a few minutes ago.

When I pushed the door open, I saw her turn and smile at me, then open her arms. Quickly I stepped into the still steamy room and wrapped my arms around her. Her still wet breasts pressed to my shirt as our lips met. I reached down and grasped her panty-covered ass cheeks, feeling the silky soft material in my hands. I reached my hands under the material and held her bare skin.

"Oh God," Sandy whispered as I bent to kiss her breast.

"You have a gorgeous ass," I said as I continued to squeeze her ass cheeks. I pulled away from her and slid to my knees. I turned her around and pushed her until she was bent toward the mirror. She looked at me over her shoulder in surprise as I knelt behind her, looking at her sexy panty covered ass. Slowly I reached up and pulled the panties up tightly between the cheeks, loving the way her smooth cheeks separated. Then I began to pull her panties down, slowly revealing the crack between her firm white ass cheeks. There were sexy tan lines on both side of her ass. 

Sandy gasped when I gently kissed first one smooth cheek, then the other. I smiled up at her and used my hands to spread her cheeks open to reveal her little rose.

"Oh God Gary," Sandy moaned as she felt my tongue come out and touch the top of her crack. 

I felt her begin to shiver as my tongue slowly moved down between the damp cheeks, leaving a trail of saliva. Ever so slowly my tongue moved lower and lower. I knew that she was enjoying what I was doing when her ass lifted up slightly and pressed back at me. 

I pulled back and looked at her exposed little rear hole. It was pink and wrinkled, almost winking at me, pulsing. We both moaned as I moved my head back and brought my tongue to the tiny hole, licking it with the flat of my tongue. Then I put my lips around it and began to suck the crinkled skin into my mouth. 

"Oh, oh, oh, oh. Suck my ass, suck my ass, oh God Gary, you're driving me crazy," Sandy grunted as she pushed her ass back at my mouth.

Then as I pressed my tongue into her back passage. Her tight little hole opening and letting my tongue delve inside. I pressed deeper, pulling her cheeks wide apart. Suddenly, I was totally shocked when I felt Sandy shudder and shake as a climax ripped through her. I hadn't even touched her swollen sex lips yet.

I didn't let her recover before I pushed her around until her ass was against the counter. I lifted her until she was sitting on the vanity. Her eyes were wild with lust as she looked down at me. Then I pushed her thighs up and spread them wide apart, forcing her back against the mirror, until she was totally open before me. My mouth moved immediately between her legs.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!!" Sandy moaned as my mouth covered her dipping lips. 

My tongue pushed deep into open hole, spreading her swollen lips. I could taste her sweet juice on my lips as I worked to bring her pleasure. I felt her hands on the back of my head and looked up at her face. She was leaning back against the mirror and her eyes were closed, her face a mask of undisguised pleasure. 

Suddenly, I saw in the mirror that Jessica was standing just outside the bathroom door watching me eat her sister. She still had only her panties on and had one hand inside rubbing herself, the other squeezing her swollen nipple. When our eyes met, she didn't look away. I could see her breasts heaving with excitement. 

Jessica watched me eat her sister for a long time, her hand slowly moving inside her panties. 

I made quite a show of it, spreading her legs, lapping her with broad tongue strokes, and making sloppy sucking sounds. I would take the swollen inner lips in my mouth and pull my head back, stretching her them from her body. When I let them go they would spring back to her like a rubber band. Then I would stiffen my tongue and move my head back and forth, penetrating her juicy hole repeatedly. 

All the while, Jessica stood watching, rubbing herself with her fingers and pinching her nipple. 

Sandy was totally oblivious to the show that she and I were providing. She was too far gone to even care. 

"Oh God Gary, eat me, eat meeeeee!!!" Sandy moaned. "Yes, yes, make me cum, make me cum. Ohhhhhh!!!" she practically screamed, her legs wrapping around my head as her body convulsed in pleasure.

"Ohhhhhhhh my Godddddd!!!" Sandy hissed, gasping for breath as her body shook in climax. 

I had a difficult time keeping my mouth in place as her hips bucked up and down.

When her thighs finally relaxed from around my head I stood up, pulled her to her feet, and kissed her, sharing the sweet juice on my lips. Then I pressed firmly on her shoulders. She knew what I wanted and went to her knees, quickly stripping my pants and shorts down my legs. 

After I had pulled my shirt over my head, I looked at the opened door again and saw that Jessica was still there, her panties now around her thigh and her fingers buried in her crotch. 

I smiled as I saw her eyes go to my throbbing erection now held in her sister's fist. 

My hips moved forward as I reached down and grabbed Sandy's head. I watched Jessica's lust filled eyes as I moved my shaft in and out of her sister's willing mouth. I saw Jessica lick her lips absentmindedly as she focused on her sister sucking on me.

"Oh suck me, suck my cock," I said, for Jessica's benefit. I even pulled out of her mouth and ran the dripping head around Sandy's face, smearing my juice across her cheeks. My eyes watched Jessica's lust filled face as I teased Sandy with my pulsing rod. Then I moaned as I pushed back into her open mouth and grabbed her head in my hands. My hips began to work back and forth. I intended to cum in her mouth. 

However, before I reached my peak, Sandy pulled away and stood up. I was only briefly disappointed because she whispered in my ear, "Fuck me Gary."

"Oh yes," I responded as I kissed her lips passionately. 

"Gary," Sandy said.

"Yes."

"I want you to...I want uh...I want you to fuck me in the ass," Sandy said in a rush, her face coloring.

"Oh my God," I moaned, my penis throbbing so hard that I was afraid that I was going to cum right there. I had never had anal sex but I was more than willing to do it. 

Sandy turned in my arms and bent over the counter, pressing her ass back at me, leaning forward, her eyes closed. 

My hands were shaking as I spread her cheeks apart and looked at her tight little hole again. It looked so small that I was worried that I was going to hurt her. However, she had obviously done this before. 

Then I remembered Jessica and looked up at the mirror. I saw her still standing there, her eyes as wide as saucers, shock evident on her face. 

I reached over and picked up a bottle of baby oil from the counter. I poured a stream of oil on the top of Sandy's ass crack and watched as the slippery liquid slowly traveled down toward her little hole. I use my fingers to rub it around, coating her pulsing hole. I used one finger to press on the hole until it slipped inside. 

Sandy groaned as I pressed deeper, feeling the warmth of her anal canal as it gripped my finger tightly. I added a second finger, stretching her open as I forced them inside. When I felt that she was lubricated enough inside, I pulled my fingers out and placed the head of my penis on the pink hole. I took the bottle of baby oil and squirted more oil onto the head and shaft. 

"Oh yes, oh yes, fuck me Gary, fuck my ass," Sandy said breathlessly.

I placed the impossibly large head of my penis on the tight hole of her anus and pressed. Sandy moaned and pressed back at me as the little hole stretched. I moaned as her back passage opened and the head slipped inside. As her incredibly tight anal ring snapped around the crown of my penis head, I felt the urge to cum right then. I fought to hold back my climax wondering how I could get the rest of my shaft into her body before I shot my load. Then Sandy pressed her ass back toward me. 

I watched in amazement as the shaft slipped inside her stretched anus. Slowly it disappeared into her body, her ass caressing every inch of me like a warm velvet glove. I could hear her little whimpers of pleasure/pain as her ass pulsed around my shaft. I pushed forward. We continued to press into each other until the entire length of my penis had disappeared. 

"Be still...be still...just a minute," Sandy moaned, wanting me to let her get used to my shaft inside her body.

I fought desperately to hold still, wanting to pound into her. Still I waited, letting her adjust. It was probably only seconds but seemed so much longer before I felt Sandy begin to move. As she moved forward, I pulled back, letting half my shaft come out of her body. It looked like I was turning her anal tube inside out as it fought to hold me inside. I pushed back in, bringing a muffled scream from Sandy. 

"Yes, yes, fuck me now, please fuck meeeeee!!!"

I didn't wait to be told twice. Within seconds, my penis was moving in and out of her body, aided by the slick baby oil. I watched as my shaft pulled out then disappeared back inside, my balls slapping her dripping sex lips. Soon I was moving in and out like I was inside her vagina, my thighs slapping loudly on her ass cheeks.

"Gary, Gary, Gary, oh my God," Sandy moaned. "Fuck my ass hard, fuck me, fuck me!!!"

"Ohhhhh" I moaned as our bodies worked together. I had never felt anything so pleasurable in my young life. Sandy's tight asshole milked me, squeezing me like nothing I had felt before. 

"I'm going to cum," Sandy moaned through clenched teeth.

"Yes, cum baby, cum for me. I'm close, God I'm going to cum too," I moaned as I felt my balls tighten. I looked up and saw Jessica looking at our sweating bodies her own hands moving rapidly in her groin. I watched Jessica shudder, her legs shaking, as pleasure ripped through her. That put me over the edge as my cum began to rush up the shaft. I could feel the head of my penis swell inside Sandy's ass and begin to squirt my sperm deep into her bowels.

"I can feel it," Sandy screamed. "I can feel your cum, oh yes, oh yes I'm cummmmmmiiiiinnnngggg!!!"

My body bent over Sandy's back and I grabbed her breasts in my hands, my hips moving in a blur as I filled her anal cavity with my juice. Sandy's convulsions made her ass squeeze even tighter on me, bringing me incredible pleasure. 

I felt Sandy's shuddering slow as the last of my juice squirted into her. When I started to pull out, I felt her hands reach back and grab my hips. "No, not yet," she whispered.

I held still, my shaft buried deep inside her. There were still ripples of pleasure rolling down Sandy's anal walls. Before my penis got soft she began to squeeze her ass on me like a vise. Suddenly, incredibly, I felt my penis begin to harden again. I had never gotten hard again so quickly after a climax. 

"Fuck me again," Sandy said when she felt my penis at full erection inside her ass again.

My hips began to move back and forth again, aided this time by the baby oil and my own cum. I could see the sticky mixture begin to seep out as my speed increased until we were again rutting into each other. 

I kept at it for an incredibility long time. I almost felt like Superman as I worked her to three more climaxes before I finally let loose my own climax. The second one was almost better than the first; it was long and slow, draining everything from my body. 

I looked up as I slipped out of Sandy's stretch rear hole and saw that Jessica was no longer at the door. Then I heard Justin whimpering. We must have awakened him. 

I stood Sandy up and turned her too me, kissed her soft lips, then picked up her almost limp body and carried her to my bed. We didn't make love again that night, we just cuddled and kissed and held one another tight.

Chapter 7

The four of us lounged around the hotel that day, none of us wanting to leave the comfort of the nice services available. There was an indoor pool, a hot tub and exercise facility. There was even a child play area where Justin could play with other children as the parents used the various facilities. 

We all went to the pool and swam for a little while. I suggested that we stay another night and rest up for the next leg of our trip. It wasn't hard to convince Sandy or Jessica to stick around and relax.

While Jessica played with Justin in the pool, I sat with Sandy in the hot tub. I held her close to me as we enjoyed the warmth of the bubbling water. 

"It sure seems that Jessica has warmed up to you," Sandy said.

"Uh...yea, she is a lot friendlier now," I answered, not knowing if there was a hidden meaning in her statement.

"She's a virgin you know," Sandy stated.

I almost gasped. "Really!" I said. Suddenly I felt like a lecher when I realized what I had let her see last night. "No, I didn't know," now wondering why she was telling me this.

"Jessica is a free spirit and seems sexually liberated but has been saving herself for the right guy. I think that's pretty unusual in this time of free love," Sandy said, obviously trying to say something more to me.

"Yea, I guess," I said.

I must have had a strange look on my face because Sandy said, "I think she has found the right guy."

I continued to look at her, not comprehending what she was trying to get at. 

Finally she sighed and said in exasperation, "She thinks you are the right guy."

"What?" I said in astonishment. "Are you kidding?"

Sandy took my hand in hers. "Listen Gary, Jessica is going to have sex sometime soon. We have talked about it often. She wants to lose her virginity but she's scared." 

"But...uh...but why me?" I asked still thinking she wasn't being serious. 

"Well, she likes you and I really think she has from the beginning. She knows that you are a good lover," Sandy said with a little wink and smile. "She really wants her first time to be pleasurable and I agree."

"But...but doesn't that bother you?" I asked incredulously.

"No, I love my sister very much, and we have grown very close. I also trust you and know you will be gentle."

"Wow!" was all I could say. 

"Come on, it won't be so bad," Sandy said jokingly, her hand reaching under the water to slide up my leg. 

I was embarrassed when she reached my swim trunks and found that I was already hard. 

"I think part of you likes the idea," she said as her hand reached up the leg of my shorts and pulled my throbbing erection out into the warm water. "I'll entertain Justin tonight while you take her to dinner at the hotel restaurant. Then you two can use the bedroom." 

Then Sandy leaned over and kissed me as her hand worked up and down my shaft. I moaned into her mouth, the idea of having sex with Jessica becoming very appealing to me.

When we pulled apart we saw Jessica standing above us holding Justin, looking somewhat apprehensive. 

"Jessica, why don't you go change your clothes? I think Gary would like to take you to dinner tonight," Sandy said.

I saw Jessica's face light up at Sandy's words. 

An hour later I was waiting impatiently in the living room. I was as nervous as an expectant father, pacing back and forth. I jumped when I heard the bedroom door open. Sandy came out carrying Justin. I almost moaned when I saw Jessica come out behind them. She had curled her hair and put makeup on for the first time since we met. She was wearing a soft flowery summer dress that was cut low in the front and short on her thighs. Thin spaghetti straps held it up over her shoulder. She wasn't wearing a bra.

I had put on my best shirt and slacks but still looked pretty dowdy next to her. She was absolutely gorgeous. 

"Have fun and don't stay out too late," Sandy said, mimicking her mother, as I led Jessica out the door.

We got a table in a romantic area of the fancy hotel restaurant and ordered dinner. I got a bottle of wine and poured us both a glass.

"So what are your plans after we get to California?" I said in an attempt to break the tension.

"Well, I was planning on starting college this September until Rick was killed. I postponed leaving so that I could help Sandy move back home. I'm scheduled to start at Berkley in February."

"Great, what's your major?"

"Psychology." 

"Hey, I can be your first patient," I said with a laugh. "I have a lot of issues."

"I'm pretty expensive," she responded with a smile.

"I'm sure you're worth it."

With the tension broken, we talked and laughed until dinner was over. I paid the check and took Jessica's hand. "Let's take a walk."

Outside of the hotel was a large lake with a long pier with hanging lights, which reflected off the water. It gave the night a romantic glow. The two of us walked hand in hand down the pier, passing other lovers. 

It was a warm evening for September with a slight breeze coming off the lake. The moon was full, bright, and low on the horizon, sitting like a ball on the water.

When we got to a gazebo at the end of the pier, we stood side by side and looked out over the shimmering water. 

"Are you sure about this?" I said, my mouth dry with nervousness.

"Yes," I heard her whisper, looking at the rippling water.

I turned Jessica to me and used my hand to turn her face up so I could look into her eyes. I saw a burning passion there. Slowly I brought my lips to hers. Just at that moment, fireworks started to explode over the lake. We both jumped, pulling our lips apart, then laughed nervously as the colorful display lit up the night sky. As I brought her lips back to mine, I felt her arms wrap around my neck, her body pressing into me, her warm body melting into mine. 




The Time of My Life



Within seconds, our passion grew like the colorful fireworks going off overhead. My hands slid down her back and grasped her firm cheeks, pulling her to my now excited groin. I knew she could feel my excitement as she pressed her hips into me.

Jessica did not shy away but pressed her groin back into me. From the hotel, we could hear a band playing soft music. I held her and began to move her around the gazebo in a slow dance. She laid her head on my shoulder and I could feel her body shiver.


"Are you cold?" I asked.

"No," she whispered.

My hands slid down her back as I kissed her tenderly again. I felt her tongue tentative touch my lips. I opened my mouth in invitation. We moaned as I began to suck on her tongue. Her mouth tasted so sweet. 

Jessica pulled away, her breathing heavy. "Oh God Gary, I'm so nervous."

"Don't be, I won't hurt you, I promise," I whispered. 

"I know," she said in a barely audible voice.

My hands reached to her firm buttocks and I began to squeeze them again as I pulled her tighter to my erect penis. 

"We had better go back or we might get arrested," I said as I looked around at the people that had come out to watch the fireworks display.

We walked back to the hotel, arm in arm. I could feel the heat of Jessica's hip as she walked close beside me. In the elevator, we stopped and kissed again. I took the chance and ran my hands under her dress. I moaned when I felt garters holding up her nylons. Sandy must have helped her dress I thought.

I kissed her once again before we opened the door to our room. Sandy was there with Justin who was sleeping on the sofa bed. She smiled silently at us as I led Jessica into the bedroom. I closed the door and took her in my arms, kissing her neck. 

"Oh God," Jessica moaned as she felt me begin to suck on her neck. I sucked harder, bringing little shivers from her body. Tomorrow, Jessica would have a purple bruise on her neck to match her sister. 

My hands came up to her shoulder straps and slid them down her arms. The dress top fell to her waist, freeing her large breasts. I pulled back and looked down. "Wow!" I said in admiration. My head bent immediately and took one large nipple inside my mouth. I felt Jessica's hand grab my head and pull me into her soft tit flesh.

I pushed Jessica's dress down her hips, leaving her standing in her panties and garters. Then I walked her over to the bed and had her sit down. I stood in front of her and slowly unbuttoned my shirt. When I had my shirt off, I opened my pants and pulled them down and off my feet. 

Jessica was looking directly at my tented shorts, her eyes wide with lust. Her hands were trembling as she reached up and pulled my shorts down, freeing my throbbing organ. I stood silently as she looked at me. Then I watched as her shaking hand reached up and wrapped around my shaft. I saw her pretty eyes flash up at me before she opened her mouth and tentative took me inside.

"That's it sweety, suck me," I choked out in excitement. Then I watched as she sucked on a penis for the first time in her young life. I held her head gently as she worked her tongue over the head then sucked the head. Fearing that I would cum too soon, I pulled her mouth away.

She looked up with a surprised look on her face.

"I want to eat you," I whispered.

"Oh my God," she moaned. 

I knelt at her feet and grasped both breasts in my hands. My fingers worked over the nipples as I squeezed the soft flesh. I pinched the nipples until they were hard then took first one then the other into my sucking mouth. Jessica moaned and shivered in pleasure.

Then I pushed Jessica back on the bed and lifted her legs into the air. I reached up and slowly pulled her panties up her raised legs, leaving her nylons and garters on. I was teasing myself as much as her. Pushing her thighs apart, I revealed her swollen sex. Her hair was darker then Sandy's and much fuller. I used my fingers to spread the lips, opening her wet hole to my eyes. Her sticky juice covered the swollen lips and my fingers. 

After playing with her pulsing hole for a long time, I finally dropped my head and opened my mouth. I'm sure Sandy heard the scream in the other room as Jessica violently pulled my head into her groin. 

"Ohhhhhh Gary, suck meeeeee!!!" she moaned as her hips bounced on the bed. "Suck me, suck me!"

Her juice was literally pouring into my sucking mouth. My lips and tongue worked on her spread hole bringing groans of pleasure from her mouth. 

"I'm going to...to...oh yes, suck meeeeeee!!!" Jessica moaned again and began tense. Suddenly her body went stiff and she moaned as if in pain. "Ahhhhhh, ohhhhhhh lord, ohhh yes," she groaned as wave after wave of pleasure raced through her body. 

Her convulsions went on for a long time before she released my head, letting me sit back, her juice was literally dripping from my chin. I had never seen a girl produce so much juice; it was everywhere. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and crawled up onto the bed. Jessica rolled over into my body, her head buried in my neck.

"Thank you, that was wonderful," she whispered as she kissed my neck.

I waited as long as I could, my penis still throbbing with excitement. "Are you ready?" I asked.

"Oh yes, put it in me," she said and rolled over onto her back.

I positioned myself over Jessica, letting her spread her legs around me. Then, suddenly, I stopped. "Oh God Jessica, I don't have a rubber," I said, disappointment obvious in my voice.

"It's okay," Jessica smiled, "My mom put me on the pill over a year ago."

I almost sighed in relief. "That's wonderful," I said as I bent down and kissed her lips again. Then I pressed my chest to her large breasts as I brought my dripping shaft to her sex lips. I felt Jessica reach down, grasp my penis and press it between her swollen lips.

"Oh God, Gary," Jessica moaned as she rubbed my penis head up and down her lips.

My hips pushed down, forcing the swollen head slightly into her hole. Jessica moaned in pleasure so I pressed a little harder until the head disappeared inside her. It was my turn to moan as her tight muscles squeezed me like her sisters anus had done last night. 

"Deeper, deeper!" Jessica cried.

I pressed harder, slipping several inches inside her body. Soon I felt the little elastic sheath of skin block my progress. I was as excited as I had ever been in my life. My body was shaking with excitement, trying desperately to refrain from forcing myself into her prematurely. I wanted her to control the penetration, to take me as slow or as fast as she wanted. 

Jessica's hands reached around me and grasped my ass cheeks. I felt her pulling me gently but firmly down. The little sheath of skin resisted. Suddenly Jessica's fingernails dug into my ass. I pressed hard in response.

"Ohhhhhhh!!!" Jessica screamed loud.

Sandy would surely know what had just happened. 

My penis slid deep into her no longer virgin hole. I fought the urge to cum as her tight hole gripped me, almost taking the skin off my penis. I held still, keeping my weight from Jessica's body, her vagina pulsing around me. 

"Oh God, oh God, oh God," Jessica moaned over and over, her head moving back and forth in delirium. 

Slowly I pulled out as her hole tried to grip me and hold me inside. I paused when I was almost all the way outside her body, teasing her, waiting for her okay.

"Oh Gary, fuck me!" Jessica screamed loud enough for her sister to hear her in the other room. Her legs wrapped around my waist and her hips pushed upward.

"Ahhhhhh!!!" she screamed as I pushed quickly back inside her body. "Fuck me, fuck me," she yelled, forcing me deep into her. 

"Oh God you feel so good," I moaned as I began to move in and out of her. Soon the room was filled with the slapping sound of my body slamming into her. It didn't take long for either of us to reach our peak. 

"Yes, yes, I'm going to cum Gary, fuck me hard. God, God, God, ahhhhhhhh," Jessica moaned as her body convulsed in climax. 

The throbbing of her hole around me brought me to my peak. "I'm getting close, can I cum in you?" I moaned into her ear in a hot whisper.

"Yes, yes, yes, cum in me, oh Lord, I'm...God I'm cummmmminnnnggg again."

My penis pulsed and began to pour my built up sperm deep into my lover's body. It seemed like it would never end as I throbbed repeatedly, filling her full of my juice. I kept moving in and out of her, our combined juices splattering over our thighs and dripping to the bed. 

Soon we were lying shivering in each other's arms, my penis still inside her body. Eventually, we fell asleep like that. When I awoke later, we made love again, more gently this time, with less urgency. Chapter 8

I awoke the following morning when I saw the light in the bathroom come on. I gently pulled myself away from Jessica and got up. Quietly I pushed the door to the bathroom open. 

"Oh, I'm sorry," I said and started to close the door when I saw Sandy sitting on the toilet, her panties at her feet.

"That's okay, I'll be finished in a second, come in," Sandy whispered. 

I was embarrassed but still pushed the door open and stepped inside. Incredibly, I heard the hiss of urine as Sandy relieved herself. Without a conscious thought, my penis started to erect as I watched her pulled a piece of toilet paper off the roll and wipe herself without a hint of self-consciousness. 

It was a moment of incredible intimacy, one that I can still picture to this day. She did it was such ease, like we were long time lovers or husband and wife. It told me that Sandy was a free spirit, a woman that felt comfortable with herself, a woman ahead of her time. As strange as it seems, this was a moment that told me that she was a very special person; that something special was developing between us. 

Sandy stood up, stepped out of her panties, and walked over to me. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed my lips slowly, rubbing her naked breasts against me, my hard penis pressed between our bodies.

"Did you have fun last night?" she asked rhetorically. 

I moaned in response and kissed her back, reaching down to grab her ass and pulling her body tightly to me.

"Wait," she said and turned and locked both doors to the bathroom. "I don't think we want an audience this time."

I guess I shouldn't have been surprised that she had known that Jessica was watching us when we had sex. 

Sandy grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the toilet. She put the lid down and said, "Sit down."

I sat on the toilet, my penis dripping, pointing at the ceiling, and pulsing with excitement. Sandy straddled my thighs and bent to kiss my lips again. At the same time she squatted just a little and let the head of my penis touch her already swollen lips. She moved her hips in a circular fashion, letting the dripping head slip just inside her body. 

She held me like that, teasing herself and me to distraction as she began to whisper in my ear.

"Did you like fucking my sister? Was her virgin pussy tight for your big cock?" she breathed, bringing a moan from my lips. "Was her pussy tighter than my ass?"

Other than "fuck me," these were the first dirty words I had heard her speak. She wasn't done yet.

"Oh that big cock feels so good in my cunt, but I love it in my ass best of all. My ass is so tight that it's hard to get a big cock like yours inside but when I do, God, it drives me crazy," she said, breathing heavy, her swollen lips still teasing the head of my penis.

"Rick used to love my asshole. He would fuck it for hours. I would walk around with his cum dripping out of my stretched hole all day. Oh God, I'm so hot," Sandy moaned, her dirty talk obviously working on both of us. 

"Oh God Sandy, please," I moaned, wanting her to take me inside. Slowly, she began to move downward, taking me inside, inch by inch. It was excruciating for both of us but oh so sensual. 

I could feel her vagina squeezing me as she took me deeper and deeper. She obviously had incredible muscle control because I could feel the walls of her sex gripping me as it moved down my penis.

When she had all of me inside her she whispered, "Don't move, don't move." Then she bent her head and placed her lips on my neck. She began to suck. It was my turn to shiver. I realized that she was paying me back by putting a passion mark on my neck where Jessica could see it. 

"Oh my God," I hissed, my heart beating wildly in my chest as I felt her muscles begin to milk me. Her body wasn't moving on the outside but the inside was driving me crazy. 

She sat heavily on my thighs, her face buried in my neck moaning softly, gently licking my bruised skin, concentrating on making love to my buried penis. I say making love because that is the only way I could describe what she was doing to me. I could feel every inch of her inner walls as the muscles worked up and down my shaft. It felt like a mouth sucking on me, trying to draw the sperm out. 

"I'm...I'm going to...to cum if you keep that up," I hissed, trying to hold back my pleasure. 

"Wait," she said and relaxed her muscles. 

It was still warm, sensual and incredibly exciting being inside her but my crisis was avoided. She sat still, with only our labored breathing making us move.

"God Gary your cock feels wonderful inside me. I can feel every inch. Can you feel my heart beat inside my pussy?" Sandy asked.

I concentrated on that section of my body and realized that I could in fact feel her heart beating. It felt like I could even feel her warm blood flowing through the swollen veins inside her body. It was like nothing I had ever felt before, like we were one person with one large sex organ. Sandy was showing me a whole new side of sensuality. 

"Yes, God, I feel you," I choked out, my breathing erratic.

"Be still and enjoy it. Feel the warmth, feel the flow of my juices around you. Feel the way the head of your cock presses on my womb."

"Yes, yes, I feel it," I said. And I could feel it. 

"I want to make you cum in me now. I'm going to cum too. But don't move, I'll do all the work," Sandy said and brought her lips to mine. 

Sandy's tongue pressed deep into my mouth. I wrapped my lips around it and sucked, pulling her sweet saliva into my mouth. Then I pressed my tongue into her mouth. She started to suck on it and suddenly, at the same time, I felt that sucking from below again. She was sucking at both ends of my body. 

When she finally released my tongue I said, "God Sandy I'm going to cum soon."

"Yes, yes Gary, cum in me. Shoot all that hot cum in my sweet pussy, oh God I'm...oh yes I'm cummmmiiiinnnnggg!!!" Sandy moaned, her body trembling all over.

I couldn't hold out any longer. I felt my penis throb and expand. Then Sandy pressed down hard. It felt like I had gone deeper into her, into some hidden cavern where no penis had ever been. 

Sandy's tight hole pulled on me, sucking me, her body still not moving. "Ohhhhhhhh!!!" I moaned as my sperm shot up the shaft and began to pour into her body. Amazingly, I believed that I could actually feel my cum bounce off the walls of her vagina and spread across my penis. 

"Yes, yes, yes, cum in my cunt, cum in my cunt. Oh God, cum with meeeee!!!"

I shot volley after volley of cum deep into Sandy, filling her with my seed until I was dry. My testicles actually hurt when I was finally empty. It was an incredible climax, even better than with her sister. That was probably her point. I knew that they loved each other but I could also see a little competitiveness between them. I can't say that I minded the competition.

Sandy collapsed against me, sitting heavy on my thighs. I was light headed, breathing hard in an attempt to fill my lungs with enough air to keep me conscious. 

"Jesus," I mumbled when I could speak.

"Did you like that?" Sandy whispered.

"That was incredible. Where did you learn that?" I asked.

"I'll never tell," she said with a sexy smile.

When Sandy finally lifted up and let my penis slip out of her, I was amazed to see that I was still three-quarters hard. My penis was still pulsing as it lay on my thigh. I couldn't even remember the number of times I had cum in the last couple of days but my penis still seemed to want more. 

I watched as Sandy retrieved her panties and pulled them up her long legs and around her waist. I looked at her with surprise because she had not bothered to clean herself.

She patted the crotch of her panties and said, "I want to feel you dripping out of me all day; it's soooo sexy."

I shook my head; this was an amazing woman.

Chapter 9

When Jessica awoke about an hour later, the four of us went to the hotel restaurant for breakfast. We were silent as we walked to the restaurant, but there was a smile on everyone's face. I knew that it was wrong but I was proud that these two gorgeous women were walking beside me with my cum dripping from their vagina's. 

I knew that Sandy had her panties on but Jessica had whispered that she had left her panties off, wanting to feel my juice on her thighs. 

I said a little prayer of thanks that I had been standing on the roadside when they happened by. 

I sat in the restaurant with Justin on one side of the table, Jessica and Sandy on the other side. I looked over and saw that there was a purple suck mark on each of their necks. When they saw what I was looking at, they both blushed prettily. I reached up and touched the mark on my neck. I saw Sandy smile and Jessica squint her eyes when she realized that I had a passion mark myself.

Jessica took Justin back to the room to get him ready to travel. That gave Sandy and I a chance to talk. We only had one more day before we reached California. That meant that I had to make a decision on what to do next. Several days earlier I would not have had any doubt about what my next step would have been. Now I had a major dilemma. 

"What are you going to do we get to San Francisco Gary?" Sandy asked.

"I don't know yet," I answered, looking out the window at nothing in particular. My heart was heavy. I knew that I cared for Sandy and Jessica. I also had grown close to Justin. He was calling me Uncle Gary now. Yet, I still had issues to deal with. 

I reached over and took Sandy's hand. "Sandy, you, Justin and Jessica have helped me more than you can ever know. But, I'm still confused. I really don't know who I am or what I want."

"Have you thought about college?"

"Yes, I'd like to go to college. I can get the GI bill now so I will have enough money to pay for tuition but I'll still have to get a job and find somewhere to live. The government money isn't enough for everything."

"There are a lot of great colleges around San Francisco," Sandy said hopefully. "In fact, you could even stay at our house until you find someplace. We have a big house and I know my mom would love you. I've already told her about you. What do you think?"

"That's really tempting sweety. You have been far to good to me. I don't deserve it."

"Yes you do," Sandy said with tears in her eyes. "You have helped me as much as I have helped you. Just talking to you has helped me come closer to closure to that part of my life that is gone forever. I will never forget Rick but I know that I have to move on. Life is far too short and I have to think of Justin now."

I squeezed her hand and said, "Thank you. I'll think about it. I guess we had better get moving, Jessica's waiting."

An hour later we were reluctantly on the road again. None of us really wanted to leave the comforts of the nice hotel. 

Sandy drove for several hours, with me up front close to her, Jessica and Justin in the back. When Justin went to sleep, Jessica joined us in the front seat. There was plenty of room for the three of us but Jessica sat close to me. We talked for a while until Jessica fell asleep, leaning against me.