0 comments/ 93338 views/ 5 favorites Autumn Leaves By: Unplugged It was one of those chores that you hoped would never happen. The changing of the seasons snuck up on us again, and the leaves on our apple orchard, if you can call 18 trees an orchard, had floated carelessly to the ground. And I had to rake them. Life just isn't fair sometimes. There were plenty of things a eighteen year old boy would rather be doing, but my parents had left for the day and had left me with a list of things that "had" to be done before there arrival home. And the leaves were high on the list. I grabbed the rake out of the shed and rambled slowly toward the orchard. It only took about 15 minutes for me to break into a sweat on that warm October day and I removed my shirt and wrapped it around my head to catch the perspiration. I had about half of the orchard done; raked into the mother of all piles and decided it was time to start bagging. I dropped the rake and headed back to the shed. "Hey, where ya going?" Linda called out. Linda was the neighbor's daughter. She had been away at college and had come home for the weekend. She was about 5'4" and couldn't have weighed more than 95 pounds. Her red hair was cut short and spiked. It was really sexy, I thought to myself. "Hello" I yelled back at her. "I didn't know I had an audience. How have you been?" She jogged over to me, moving like the athlete she was. All those years of running track certainly had paid off. Her body was hard and tight. "Ya need a hand?" she asked with a great big smile. "Sure!" I replied. We got the bags and started stuffing the leaves tight into them. I couldn't help notice her every time she bent over to pick some leaves the outline of her ass strained against her jeans. She was put together nicely and my cock started to harden, pushing against my jeans. And then it happened. I turned to stuff another handful into the bag and got a double handful of leaves thrown right into my face. Linda was laughing uncontrollably when she was hit head on with a handful from me. We started chasing each other around the pile, leaves flying in every direction. At last I caught up to her and wrapping my arms around her waist I threw her into the pile. She almost disappeared in its mass. I dove in after her; stuffing leaves down the back of her shirt and into the back of her jeans. We were both laughing hysterically. Suddenly she rolled over and the leaves meant for her back where thrust up under her shirt all the way to her breasts. She stopped laughing and stared straight into my eyes. I thought she was going to kill my, but instead her hands reached up and pulled me to her. As our lips meant they parted and we kissed deeply and passionately. My hand had dropped the leaves and where now cupped around her perfect tit, the nipple hardening under the gentle pinches and pulls I was showering on it. Her arms pulled me on top of her and I ground my erection against her mound, humping her pussy through our clothes. She pumped up against me with matching rhythm as her nails clawed my back. She broke off our kiss and her eyes burned right threw me. "Fuck me!" she whispered. "Right here, right now! Please." I couldn't believe it. We had never fooled around before, she had never teased or hinted that she was interested, but I wasn't about to say no. My hand fumbled at the button of her jeans as she ripped at my pants. We were suddenly naked under the apple trees, the blue sky our only witness, as we rolled in the leaves. My mouth found the sweet hardness of her nipple and sucked it in, savoring it texture and taste. Her hand was wrapped around my cock, pulling me to her. I could feel the warm wetness of her pussy on the tip of my cock as she hesitated, holding me there as she circled it around and over her clit. She placed me at the tight doorway of her and with one quick frantic push I was in her. Her cunt was tight like her body and it surrounded me, milked me, sheathed me. I pumped furiously, like an animal possessed as she ground her hips up against me. We did not speak another word, simply staring into each other's eyes. Eyes half open, slits from which poured our passion. Her head rolled back as she rose toward her orgasm, her arms thrashing in the leaves. I fucked her harder, trying to reach deeper into her with each stroke as I felt my cum well up in my balls. She moaned a deep, animalistic moan as she came and I could hold back no longer. I filled her with wave after wave of my hot white passion until she could not hold any more and it oozed out of her down the softness of her thigh, wetting the reds and golds and earthy browns of the apples leaves. We collapsed into each other's arms and lay there, warmed by the glow of our lovemaking and the October sun. We never spoke of that day. It was one of those things that had just happened, something that we would probably often revisit in our memories when the apple trees drop their leaves. It has warmed many an October night for me over the years. I hope it has warmed at least a few for Linda. Autumn Leaves Writer's Note: This is a story for adults over eighteen years of age about adults over eighteen years of age. While the story line is true the dialog has been compressed for the sake of time and space. Safe sex was not an issue in the early seventies but should be a concern for everyone today. * Linda and I stood at the door waving good night to Chris, our evening guest. When she backed out of the driveway we closed the front door and turned out the porch light. Linda wrapped her arms around me and gave me a delicious kiss; a kiss that also had the hint of another woman on her soft inviting lips. "I cannot believe I actually went down on another woman tonight," she stated between several kisses. "What do you think," I asked. "I loved it; she was delicious. I can better understand why you men enjoy it so much; the aroma is absolutely intoxicating." After a few more kisses, we moved into the living room to finish our wine and talk more about the evening. Linda was wearing a short, silky gown she had brought for the evening as we cuddled up close on the sofa. Linda was an attractive brunette in her early forties who's New York based company had moved to Tampa to take over as General Manager of their manufacturing facility. She was a no-nonsense, divorcee with a curvaceous, top heavy body which she tried to conceal with her conservative, business attire. She was dedicated to the job and worked long hours to produce the results that impressed her company. From time to time she treated herself to a carefully screened lover who would not make demands on her valuable time. I met her at a chamber of commerce event and after making sure I was not interested in anything more than a roll in the hay we became fuck buddies. While her life was very controlled in all other areas, her sex life was very uninhibited; she love to experiment. Two weeks earlier Linda had asked if I had ever been involved in a threesome with two women; I told her I had on a number of occasions and that they had often included my wife at the time. "Why?" I asked. "I told you about my ex-husband and I owning a bed and breakfast inn in New York; I always go up there in the fall to see that it is properly closed and my ex and I go over the books and begin planning for the next season. Almost every year he has hinted that we should get together for a threesome and I usually just laugh it off, but this year he has pressed me several times about it." "So you are at least thinking about it?" "Yes, but I never like to be at a disadvantage when I'm around his wife. I still resent her fucking my husband behind my back; I won't let that happen again," she laughed then added, "I guess I should stop fucking him when I go up to our corporate meetings." I laughed too, "There's nothing quite like ex-sex. If it works out, you can fuck her husband right in front of her. I just happen to know another pretty woman who has recently experienced her first bi-sexual encounter. Would you like to meet her and get some tips from her?" Linda agreed; I called Chris and invited her over for dinner the following evening. The dinner went quite well and the wine created a mellow atmosphere so the topic of bisexuality could be discussed openly. After desert we cleared the table and filled our glasses with brandy and we sat back down and continued the conversation. Chris turned to Linda and asked, "I take it you have never touched another woman sexually?" Linda replied almost apologetically, "No, I haven't." Chris raised her glass and took the last sip of brandy then sat her glass on the table. She stood up and lifted her skirt, straddled Linda's lap, and guided Linda's hand to her crotch. Linda looked up at Chris with a sultry smile as Chris held Linda's hand tight against her crotch and began to slowly grind her hips. "Can you feel the heat and wetness you have caused in my panties?" Linda nodded, "Push my panties aside and sink your fingers in me." I watched as Linda nervously made the adjustment; there was a faint squishing sound as more of Linda's long, slender hand disappeared out of sight. Chris' hand was no longer needed to hold Linda's hand in place; she unbuttoned her blouse to expose her unharnessed C cup breasts to Linda's lips and eyes then rested her hands on Linda's shoulders. Chris lifted her head, her eyes were closed, her mouth was open as she gasped for breath and her hips continued to grind against Linda's hand. I sat watching the beautiful sight before me, torn between wanting to take part and wanting to enjoy the ultimate beauty of two sexy women engaged in an intense game of pleasure. I had plenty time to join so I decided to absorb the sight, the sound, and the aroma of the two women. Chris grunted her way to several orgasms then stood up, "Taste my pussy on your fingers." Linda did as she was told and carefully licked each finger as she looked Chris in the eyes. Once her fingers were clean Linda stood up, stripped Chris' blouse off, and led her to the center of the table where she removed Chris' skirt and panties. She stood back and admired the nude woman before her then pushed her back onto the table. Linda knew just what to do because on more than one occasion I had done the same thing to her on the very same table. Linda pushed Chris' legs up and open to gain complete access to the beautiful pink cunt just barely hidden in the patch of light brown pubic hair. She began to kiss the thick, puffy vulva before exploring the pink inner lips glistening with the creamy nectar. Linda slipped two of her long, slender fingers into Chris' rear entrance then placed her thumb into the juicy well here her fingers had been just minutes before. Chris' hips bucked forward when Linda's tongue flickered over her long sheathed clit. Chris' hands went to the cone shaped, light brown nipples which decorated her grapefruit sized breasts; her fingers pulled and pinched them repeatedly as Linda's long, slender fingers slid in and out of her tight rear entrance and her mouth kissed and sucked the almost penis shaped organ cascading from the top of Chris' slit. Within minutes Chris' body shook and jerked uncontrollably; her hands pushed Linda from between her legs, her body became rigid, she trembled. Linda stood up and began removing her blouse then tossed it on the table. Chris watched in awe as Linda moved her hands behind her back and unfastened the engineering marvel that held her double D breasts in place. Chris smiled and cooed as Linda leaned forward and lightly rubbed her tea cup sized, pink areola and thick, long nipples along her thighs. I sipped my brandy and watched Linda lower her skirt to the floor then pose for us to enjoy the sight of her standing in only her black panties, matching garter belt, stockings and heels. There was nothing frilly or sexy about Linda's support bra, but everything else was sheer and lacey to show off her curvaceous body. She lifted Chris into a sitting position on the table and wrapped her in her arms; their mouths tried to devour each other, their fleshy mounds spilled over their slender sides. "I want to taste you," Chris gasped between kisses. Linda gently lower Chris back to the table then peeled off her sheer, black panties and tossed them to me. In a flash, it seemed, Linda was out of her heels and straddling Chris' face. Chris' hands went immediately to the large, fleshy melons dangling above her as her tongue darted out and into the patch of light brown pubic hair. Linda lowered her hand and entangled her fingers in Chris' brown curly tresses lifting her mouth to where it could do the most good. Chris' hands fell from the large, fleshy melons to Linda's full, round cheeks; with a slight outward pressure the cheeks opened and exposed the tightly puckered, brown orifice surrounded by whiffs of pubic hair leading to the pink slit where Chris' mouth and tongue worked feverishly to bring pleasure to the sexy woman above her. What Chris didn't know was that Linda was capable of experiencing multiple orgasms, one after another and could go on for hours. Linda didn't over work her first female lover; she moved down between Chris' open legs with her legs open and over top of Chris'. I poured them a couple fingers of brandy and moved my chair beside the two naked women sitting on my dining room table. They sipped their brandy, talked, and joked a while then Linda took Chris' grapefruit sized breasts in her hands and rubbed her nipples over her own. Within a few minutes of nipple rubbing both women set their glasses down, moved closer, and began rubbing their pussies together. After a few orgasms they went back to sipping their brandy before beginning the process all over. My patients were rewarded by both women taking turns riding my cock and face until my nuts were completely drained of the semen they had worked so hard to store for just such an occasion. Chris needed to be up early in the morning so we returned to the dining room to find her clothes and help her redress; we promised we would get together again. Linda called me two weeks later and invited me to join her on her trip to New York to meet with her ex-husband, Peter and his wife, Lena for their annual meeting to go over the finances of the bed and breakfast they owned together. "I told Peter and Lena that I was not interested in joining them for a threesome, but that I would be interested in bringing you along and our having a foursome together; they agreed. What do you think?" I didn't have to think long about the invitation; the Finger Lakes Region of New York in the early fall and a foursome with Linda's ex and his pretty wife. How could I go wrong? On Friday we flew into Rochester and rented a car to drive the hour and a half to their bread and breakfast inn overlooking the lake. Lena was there to welcome us and we exchange friendly hugs and kisses. "Peter won't be here until after work. About five thirty I guess." Lena was a slender woman a few inches taller than Linda and about ten years younger; early thirties, I would say. Her hair was pulled back into a pony tail displaying a long inviting neck and sexy ears; strands of her blonde hair fell loose near her pretty face. The short pleated skirt she wore showed off the rather long, shapely legs and nice round ass while her low cut, long sleeved, merino wool sweater clearly indicated a small chest capable of filling a B cup bra at best. That was not a problem for me; a nice ass and long legs always trumps big tits. As she almost always does, Linda took charge and began to direct everyone about where they would sleep and what to prepare for dinner; Lena seemed happy to fall into the submissive role, maybe that was her key to Peter's heart. I sat and watched as both women worked to put together and Italian meal that only had to be put in the oven when Peter got home. We poured large glasses of wine from a local winery and moved out on the deck to enjoy the view of the lake and the color of the autumn leaves. After some beautiful scenery and catching-up conversation we turned away from the lake and huddled our backs against the deck rail to ward off the autumn chill as the sun sank lower on the horizon. Linda looked at Lena, "So tell me, whose idea was it for our having a threesome?" Lena laughed nervously, "Well, Peter has mentioned it sort of jokingly for several years, but I always ignored him. This year, when it came up again, I said sure; he almost fell over," She laughed again. "So you were just teasing him?" "No, I was serious. I recall last year when you were here and we changed clothes in the boat house to go swimming; I like seeing you nude and have had some very pleasant thoughts about that experience." "Tell me about your thoughts," Linda said as she brushed strands of the blonde hair out of Lena's face; it was neither a command nor a request, only something Lena should do. Lena was clearly nervous, she twisted her arms in front of her and shifted from foot to foot, "I've thought about us being nude together, touching each other, and even kissing each other." Linda kissed her cheek, "Those are some nice thoughts; very naughty, but nice thoughts. You should write me the next time you have them." Then she asked, "Do you think you are ready to turn your thoughts into reality this weekend?" "I think if you help me I am." Linda took Lena's face in her hands and kissed her fully on the mouth; Lena melted against her. I turned to face Lena's back and began kissing her bare shoulders and neck; I placed my hands on her hips and immediately felt her sweet, round ass push against my lap. The girls continued kissing without pause; I lowered my hands to the hem line of Lena's skirt and lifted it slowly upward. As my hands moved of the silky fabric of her bikini panties I wondered what color they were but I wasn't about to break contact with her warm body. A few minutes later we heard a car coming up the driveway; we parted and composed ourselves to meet Peter. I was hoping my swollen cock would deflate in the cooling air so that it would not be obvious to Lena's husband and Linda's ex-husband that I was a rude guest. Peter was a nice looking fellow in his forties; he had a pleasant smile and a receding hairline. He was about five-eight or nine, maybe one seventy, and trim. Linda had always told me that he was a "pretty good fuck" and that he was neither well endowed nor lacking in equipment. "If anything, his biggest short coming is that he often thinks with his dick instead of his brain," she would say laughing. We shook hands, "Thank you for extending me an invitation to join you guys. I hope I didn't throw a wrench into your plans." "Not at all, we have wanted to expand our horizons a bit so this works out perfect." Linda spoke up, "Boy that's a change." Peter and I stood beside each other with our backs to the deck rail. The sun had set and there was only the orange glow of the sunset for light. Lena excused herself to use the restroom and Linda moved in front of us smiling a sexy smile. I reached out and rubbed the back of my fingers against the front of her blouse about where her nipples would be. I knew her nipples would not imprint against the thick fabric of her support bra, but I knew they would start a stirring in her lacy white panties. Her smile turned from sexy to sultry as her ex-husband joined in the action. Linda wasn't one to sit on the side lines; she quickly moved her hands to our crotches to feel our growing interest. She added a few kisses each then lowered the tabs on our zippers. I immediately felt her cold hand around my warm growing cock; Peter jumped when he felt her cold hand. "I've always wanted to hold two hard cocks in my hands at the same time." Peter commented, "I had no clue." We heard Lena coming through the dining room toward the sliding door to the deck; Linda turned around so she would be facing Lena with a hard cock in each hand. In the fading light she could see clearly as to what Linda was doing until she asked. Lena announced, "I put the manicotti in the oven and set the timer," before stopping dead in her tracks. Linda asked, "Have you ever held two hard cocks in your hands at the same time?" Lena put her hands to her mouth, shook her head, and laughed, "No I haven't. As Linda passed her ex-husband's cock to his wife's hand she told her, "You will have to ask your husband if you can hold a stranger's hard cock in your hand." Lena slowly stroked her husband's cock in her hand and asked, "Can I hold a stranger's cock in my hand?" When he began to tease her, "Well I don't know...." She quickly tightened her grip on his cock, "Alright, alright! You can hold a stranger's cock in your hand." Lena turned the joke on him; "Even if it is very large?" she asked teasing him and stroking his cock. Resigned he replied, "Yes, even if it is very large." Linda transferred my cock to Lena's hand for her to admire. Lena knelt down for a closer look then smiled up at her husband and planted a kiss on the head of his uncircumcised cock; then she looked carefully at the shiny, purple head of the cock in her other hand then planted a kiss on it. Linda moved out of the way and Lena moved her hands closer together, both engorged cocks touched then felt Lena's warm lips. Lena looked at Linda, "I could use your help; Peter has told me you give great head." Linda took Peter's cock in her hand, as she had done many times before, pushed his foreskin back, and lowered her head; Peter moaned softly and placed his hand on her head as her warm mouth engulfed him. Lena watched her husband's cock disappear into his ex-wife's warm, wet mouth before lowering her head on a stranger's engorged cock. I smiled and reached behind her head to her pony tail as my cock disappeared into her warm, wet mouth. I think it was Linda who first mentioned the buzzer on the stove was going off; Lena quickly disengaged from my cock, gave it one last kiss, and went into the kitchen. Peter moaned loudly as Linda removed her ex-husband's cock from her mouth and joined his wife in the kitchen; Peter and I were left standing in the cool evening air with shrinking cocks hanging out. During diner the conversation was all about what had brought us all together; sex was the common denominator. Sex had motivated Linda and I to invite Chris over for a threesome, sex had motivated Peter to suggest a threesome with Linda to his wife, and sex had motivated Lena to explore her husband's attraction to his ex-wife. Peter and Lena wanted to know all about Linda's first threesome a few weeks earlier; both were visibly aroused listening to her describe the event. Lena almost put a damper on the evening when she looked at Linda and announced, "I told you the truth earlier about seeing you nude in the boat house last year, but there's more to it than that. I know you and Peter have been seeing each other when you come up for your meetings. I saw both of you at the Sheraton back in the spring and when Peter got home that night I was waiting at the door for him." Peter was almost turned white as he listened to his wife tell his ex-wife about their infidelity. Lena continued, "Peter can never pass up a blow job so when I took his cock out there was dried semen on it and I could smell your aroma. I put him on the floor in the foyer and climb on top of him; I was angry at first but the more I thought about him fucking you, the more excited I got. I had one of my best orgasms ever." Linda tried to speak up but Lena placed her hand on Linda's thigh and struggled to take charge, "From now on if you are going to fuck my husband I'm going to be there; of course you can also bring Will with you," she chuckled and everyone let out a sigh of relief. Linda placed her hand on top of Lena's and said, "That's a deal. I guess I have always resented you for fucking my husband behind my back and wanted pay back." The two women looked at each other then leaned closer and kissed. Peter's color returned to normal and the chilly, fall evening began to heat up. Linda took charge and pulled her ex-husband's wife on to her lap; the young wife's long, shapely legs straddled the mature ex-wife whose hands quickly disappeared beneath the soft, merino-wool sweater of the submissive, younger woman. Peter watched in awe as his wife and ex-wife engaged in a lustful embrace; his dream fantasy was unfolding into reality right before his eyes. The front of Lena's sweater was pushed up as Linda's fingers and mouth played with the pink, cone shaped nipples of her B cup breasts. "I wish I had more to offer you," Lena murmured. Linda encouragingly replied, "Size makes no difference; function is what counts and from the way you are wiggling your sweet ass I would say your breasts functions perfectly." Autumn Leaves "Peter likes your large breasts." "But he left them for your smaller ones so don't mind him; like most men he just wants a different place to put his dick when it's hard," they both giggled. Lena began unbuttoning Linda's blouse, "I want to feel them rub against mine." Lena took Linda's large, double D, melons in her hands and guided their hardened nipples against her, much smaller, cone shaped nipples; she smiled childishly at her achievement. She lifted the large, fleshy orbs to her lips and covered them with kisses. Peter and I sat on opposite sides of the table slowly stroking our cocks as we watched the beautiful sight before us. Linda spoke up, "Let's go to the pit where we can move around more." The pit was a sunken area of the large den where guests could watch a movie or local entertainers; wide stairs or tiers were built in a theater setting with lots of cushions and pillows for guests to sit or stretch out as they were entertained. We arranged ourselves on the wide stairs and began removing our clothes. When Lena was down to her royal blue, bikini panties Linda reached up and slid them down her long legs and sniffed their aroma before showering her young, firm ass with kisses. Linda stretched out then gave Lena and order, "Take off my panties and smell them." Linda lifted her mature, full bottom up for Lena to slide the full cut, lacy, white panties over her hips and ass decorated by a white lace garter belt; she lowered her bottom then lifted her stocking encased legs. Lena focused on the thick patch of light brown pubic hair and the swollen, puffy lips it covered as she slid the silky fabric off Linda's feet and heels. She inhaled the scented fabric in her hands as her eyes locked on Linda's eyes. "Touch me the way you like for Peter to touch you," Linda told her softly. Lena pushed the stocking encased legs open enough to move between them; she leaned forward and planted a kiss at the top of Linda's puffy lips then inhaled deeply to enjoy her scent. Peter moved to the edge of the step above Linda and opened his legs to display manly equipment just above her face; Linda looked up at him then reached up and took his completely engorged cock in her hand. Two of Lena's long, slender fingers slipped between Linda's puffy lips and disappeared into the glistening, pink folds and began massage front wall of Linda's vagina; Linda's hips began to grind slowly against the invasion. My voyeuristic urge took over; I love to watch people fuck, not in movies or pictures, but up close and in person. I love to watch a hard cock driven into a juicy, hair covered, cunt; I love to watch juicy, pink, cunt lips jiggle and shake as a hard cock is driven into a tight ass an inch away. I love to watch a woman's breasts bounce and jiggle as she rides a hard cock or watch her face as she goes through the phases of an orgasm. I love being close enough to smell the aroma of fucking and hear the squishing sounds of fucking. I moved close to the action; my face was beside Linda's huge breasts so I could kiss her nipples while watching Lena finger fuck her cunt. Lena had three fingers appearing and disappearing into the pink folds glistening with a slick, creamy liquid; her thumb rolled over Linda's large clit, yet she was still able to engulf my turgid cock with her mouth. I heard a grunt from Peter and looked up just as he grunted louder and shot spurts of white, hot semen over Linda's face and hair; she finished the small orgasm she was working on then called to Lena, "Get up here and clean your husband's semen off of me." Lena complied with the order from the older woman, the ex-wife of her husband and straddled Linda's hips then began lapping up the small pools of cooling liquid with her tongue and mouth. I moved between Linda's legs, closed to both women's pussies and began to kiss, lick, and suck them to my heart's content. Peter propped up on some cushions and watched his wife and ex-wife cleaning up his mess; he seemed rather happy with himself until Linda sat up and announced, "Now you are going to watch my friend, Will, fuck your wife." She arranged Lena on her knees with her face down and her ass up; she motioned for me to take my place behind Lena on my knees. She took my swollen cock and rubbed its head up and down Lena's open, wet slit before guiding it to her vaginal opening. "I want you to slam into her and keep slamming into her until she hollers." Linda straddled Lena's shoulders then leaned forward to open the cheeks of Lena's ass so her ex-husband could watch his wife being slam fucked. I sunk my cock balls deep with a smacking sound against her flanks then just as quickly withdrew and slammed balls deep again. Lena moaned but it was muffled by Linda's mature thighs and ass surrounding her head. Peter watched in shock as his young wife's pussy was pounded again and again; Linda and I both noticed that even in a state of shock his earlier limp cock had already recovered fully and appeared ready for action. Lena was grunting like a stuck hog, her body was trembling uncontrollably; she was nearing the edge of an earth moving orgasm. Linda moved off of Lena's head and shoulders and behind me; I felt one hand cup my balls and another hand below my balls near Lena's clit. Lena let out a cry, a scream, and a grunt all in one primal sound then collapsed leaving my hot, turgid cock flying in the cool air. Lena immediately moved close to Peter and curl up into his arms trembling. Linda took my still hard cock in her hand and kissed me, "You did a great job." I refilled everyone's wine glass and we sat around nude sipping wine and talking. Lena had recovered and was joining in on the conversation about Linda and my sexual relationship. Peter and Lena were surprised when Linda told them we were just fuck buddies and that she had been interested in having multiple sex partners for some time. "One reason for inviting Will up with me was I want to experience sex with two men at the same time and I thought Peter might want to join us. I loved holding both of their cocks at the same time when we were out on the deck." Looking at Lena she asked, "Didn't you?" Lena laughed, "You know I did!" Linda looked at Peter, "I was encouraged when you didn't react to Lena touching your cocks together. That didn't bother you, did it?" He smiled, "Not as much as first seeing Lena with his cock in her mouth; that took some adjustment but I'm fine about it now." Then he asked, "Are you talking about both of us in you vaginally?" "Well, I was thinking one vaginally and one anally; Will has done both with his ex-wife." Lena's eyes widened, "Can a woman really take two dicks vaginally at the same time?" I answered, "Some can, but some find it too uncomfortable; a woman can train her muscles to stretch enough for two. Don't forget a baby's head will fit." Lena took the last sip of her wine, "This I want to see. Who knows, I may want to try it myself." The rest of us finished our wine then got ready for the big event. Linda knew that Peter was not a "back door" man and that I loved her ass; I liked kissing, rimming, fingering, and fucking her sweet all. Peter lay down on his back for Linda to straddle his cock as she had done many times; after a few minutes of playing on an old familiar toy she leaned over and took my cock in her mouth. Lena was not going to be left out and quickly straddled Peter's chest and joined Linda sucking my cock. They took turns swallowing it completely then joined together to kiss up and down both sides at the same time. Linda kissed Lena and announced, "After Peter fills me with hot semen you will have to lick it out of me." She kissed her again then added, "So think about that while he fucks me." Linda leaned forward to open her ass to me and to dangle her large breasts in her ex-husband's face. I surveyed the somewhat impressive, rigid tool impaling the delicious treat I had so often enjoyed; its base and attachments already covered with the sweet nectar that had often fed my desire. Lena's fingers assisted me in lubing the tight hole I would have to pry open with my rigid tool. She giggled, "I never thought I would be doing this, especially to Linda." Linda reached back and smacked Lena's ass; both women giggled like kids. Lena opened Linda's cheeks with her hands then watched in amazement as my cock slid easily into the tight hole; Lena moved behind us and observed first hand as two hard cock began to move and out of their respective orifices in unison. Linda shook her head from side to side as Peter and I increased the pace and energy of our thrusts. Lena's hands, lips, and tongue explored the exposed cocks, balls, and asses as they moved back and forth. Peter massaged and suckled the large fleshy orbs that dangled in her face as Linda supported herself on her arms and began chanting the same primal grunts we had heard from Lena. I unloaded my load of hot, creamy semen into Linda's bowels just seconds before feeling Peter's pulsing cock began pumping his load into her vaginal cavity. No one moved for what seemed like a long time then I pulled my shrunken cock out with a large cream pie in tow. Linda rolled off of Peter on to her back leaving his cock covered with slimy semen; she motioned to Lena to join her as she had promised. Linda opened her legs and propped her ass on a pillow for Lena to begin her cleanup work. I'm certain Lena had thought that her first bi experience would be a beautiful, freshly aroused, female sexual organ rather than a completely wrecked pussy leaking profusely from top to bottom with a slimy substance, but she quickly adjusted and began her chore as ordered by the mature, sexy woman of her fantasies. I carefully inspected her work with my tongue to ensure she had done a satisfactory job; she had. "Gosh, Peter would never cleanup even his own messes." To break the aura of hot passion and sex we refilled our wine glasses again and walked out on the deck completely nude in forty degree temperatures. It was a complete shock to our systems but we stayed until everyone finished their wine. Back inside we huddled together for warmth; that was enough to rekindle more sexual activity. Linda asked Lena if she was interested in a double. "Sure, I want to give it a try. I just wish my husband wanted to try anal sex with me some time." She looked at Peter and asked, "Do you want Will to be the first to put his dick in my ass?" Linda spoke up, "Come on Peter, I'll guide your cock into your wife's sweet ass. Try it just once, you may like it." Peter agreed so we changed positions and Linda again guided my cock into Lena before taking the tube of lubricant and applying the slick cream first to her ex-husband's cock then to his wife's tight, virgin ass. She explained to Lena how to relax her muscles and let Peter's cock stretch her muscles gently. "I'll guide him in slowly so you can adjust." She jokingly added, "I'll have a hold of his nuts in case he gets rambunctious." Lena laughed. Linda guided the wrecking bar into the delicate, tight membranes. Lena moaned when the large roll of foreskin was forced thought her tight opening. Once completely in she was able to enjoy the double amount of cock impaling her. I remained still for a while so she could get used to a cock sliding in and out of her tight ass. Within a few minutes Peter and I were slipping in and out of her cunt and ass with ease; Lena was completely enjoying her first anal experience. Neither Peter nor I left any mess to clean up, but Lena enjoyed it and said she would definitely try it again; she told Peter she hoped they could add anal sex to their sexual activities. We cleaned up the kitchen then it was off to separate bedrooms for a good night sleep. The next morning I was up early ready for my morning coffee; when I entered the kitchen wearing a pair of shorts and a tee shirt Peter was already there and dressed pretty much the same. We shared the newspaper without much conversation until we poured the second cup of coffee then we talked about the previous evenings activities. Peter was curious about me and Linda; I again assured him, as Linda had the previous evening, that we were, in fact, just fuck buddies. I was careful not to divulge any information about her that would give him an advantage over her. He admitted that he was in love with both his wife and his ex-wife; that it was just as difficult for him to watch me and Linda fucking as it was watching me and Lena fucking. "I was both jealous and very excited watching you fuck my women," he said with a smile. Lena entered the room sleepy eyed and stretching like a cat after its nap; she wore a bikini type knit bottom and a matching short halter top which just barely covered her small breasts. As she sat down at the small table I got up to refresh my coffee and pour her a cup. Peter and I complimented her on how pretty and sexy she looked, but didn't get much of a response until she was half way through her coffee. "Will, it will just be the two of us this morning; Linda and Peter will lock themselves in the library and go over the books for this year to see if they made any money, at least that's what they tell me." "Now darling, you know that's what we agreed to in the divorce so stop worrying your pretty little head over something so silly," Peter told her. Linda entered the room fully charged and dressed like she was entering a corporate board room. Her gray, pin stripped suit and wine colored, silk blouse made a powerful impression when she stood in front of us in three inch heels and black stockings; her hair and makeup, perfect. There was only one chink in her armor; I watched her dress that morning and saw the lacey, black garter belt she put on to support her stockings then watched as she stepped into a pair of black lace, French cut, bikini panties. I had on more than one occasion bent her over a table, lifted her tailor made skirt, and sunk my shaft into the heart of her womanhood. She was no doubt a powerful adversary but she did have a very, often wet, soft spot. As usual Linda quickly took charge; she put on an apron hanging on a nearby hook and turned to Lena, "Let's get breakfast going, I'm starved after last night." Lena rolled her eyes then followed Linda into the kitchen. In no time we were all sitting around the table finishing a delicious meal to start out the day. Linda looked at her watch then at Peter, "Can you be dressed and ready to start by nine o'clock?" Peter knew from experience that she was not asking a question, but rather giving him an ultimatum. Before he left the table Lena asked both of them, "Do you guys fuck while you are locked in the library?" Peter and Linda looked at each other but neither one answered her question. As Peter got up to go dress Linda leaned over and kissed Lena as she pouted. "Don't be silly my dear. Besides, Peter and Will have had their way with you so this afternoon will be my turn." She kissed her again then walked away leaving the two of us alone. Lena and I cleaned up the kitchen then went to separate rooms to dress. As I was drying off from my shower Lena entered wearing a pair of bikini panties because she had forgotten something in the medicine cabinet. Of course I assisted her in searching for whatever it was she had forgotten. By the time she realized that she must have been mistaken about whatever she thought she had left in the medicine cabinet, I had a raging erection covered with her saliva and Lena's panties were completely askew. Lena and I left the inn about nine-thirty and headed to the local village for some shopping. Peter and Linda were still in their "business meeting" so Lena and I headed down to the boat house; as soon as we arrived Lena began to strip of the few clothes she was wearing. By the time she bent over to step out of her panties I had another raging hard-on and had to remove my clothes in order to provide it with some relief. "Did you really like fucking me last night? I noticed you didn't cum in my pussy; why was that?" "I was trying to stay hard for you as long as I could; I was more interested in you cuming. I think I did a pretty good job, didn't I?" "If I let you fuck me here could you keep it a secret and not even tell Linda? I really don't mind that Peter fucks her, but I do not like them keeping it a secret. And I really don't like them locking me out of the room." I assured her our secret would be safe and I would not tell Linda. I placed a boat cushion on a small oil drum, sat down and pulled Lena onto my lap; she sunk completely on my cock and began riding up and down on my shaft; her B cup breasts bounced and jiggled as she rode. "I like the way you fuck; my cock feels so good in your cunt," I grunted in her ear to reassure her. She quickly picked up the pace of fucking and breathing. Her young cunt felt hotter and wetter. I slipped the first joint of a finger into her still tight ass; she came almost immediately and stopped her bobbing motion. When her breathing returned to normal I whispered in her ear again. "Turn around; I want to fuck your ass." She kissed me passionately then rose from the saddle and turned around to open the sweet cheeks of her ass. I guided her slowly onto my cock lubricated with her slick pussy juices. It didn't take long for her to be able to reach down and fondle my balls in her hand. She was slower in riding my cock in her ass; she preferred to buck her hips back and forth than ride up and down. "I'm still a little sore from last night." I guided her hand to her clit then took her small breasts in my hands and molded them like clay. In just minutes she was bucking her hips wildly; her hand began to smack her clit as I pinched her hard nipples. She came with a long cry then it tapered off. We sat for several minutes before we disconnected and moved away from each other. I looked down at my still board stiff cock, "How are we going to get this to go down?" Lena laughed, motioned for me to follow her then jumped into the water behind the boat. I followed her not knowing that the lake water was probably forty degrees; It almost took my breath away. She dove under the water and swam under the door of the boat house into the open lake and I followed her. She came up close to me and I felt something I could not identify then realized it was her hand on my partially frozen cock. She smiled, "Well that problem is solved." I reached down and found that my once hard, swollen cock was completely gone and replaced with limp, small nodule. I wondered if I would ever be able to thaw it out enough to use again. By the time we got back to the house Linda and Peter were out of their meeting and fixing lunch; Lena kept giving them the look to determine if they had been fucking but they ignored her and went about their work. It was obvious we had been in the lake since our hair was wet and we had no towels with which to dry off, but no one said anything. After lunch we sat sipping more local wine and talking; Linda took off one of her heels and began rubbing her stocking encased foot up Lena's leg. Lena seemed to forget about whether Linda had fucked her husband or not and focused on what Linda had promised her earlier, that she would "have her way" with Lena. Linda moved her foot higher and higher up Lena's younger, slender body until she rubbed it across Lena's small breasts; her nipples immediately hardened. Linda raised her foot higher. "Kiss my foot," she ordered Lena. Lena looked and the stocking encased foot first then looked up Linda's skirt; she took the nylon covered foot in her hands and covered the bottom with kisses before taking several toes into her wet mouth. Linda smiled and opened her stocking encased legs wider to display her black, lace covered treats. Lena rested Linda's foot on her shoulder and rubbed her hands over her legs above the top of her stockings. Autumn Leaves As Linda lowered one foot she raised the other one for Lena to kiss; Peter and I were moved by the heated sexual display between the two women, our cocks rose to the occasion. Lena looked into Linda eyes with a sultry, "I'm gonna fuck you" look and ran both of her hands up Linda's leg to the top of her stocking and slowly unhooked the clasps of the black lace garter belt. She teasingly ran her hands higher over the soft, white skin of Linda's thigh almost to the heat of her crotch before retreating and slowly rolling the stocking down the shapely, mature leg. This time she covered Linda's bare foot with kisses then orally assaulted the bright red painted toes. Her talented tongue that had danced around the engorged head of my cock the day before was now dancing around and between Linda's toes; judging by the rise and fall of her chest there was no doubt that Linda was heating up. Once both legs were bare and Linda's toes and feet had been properly adored Lena slowly slid her hands up the sides of Linda's legs; Linda lifted her bottom up when Lena's hands under her skirt to the waist band of her black lace, French cut panties. They looked into each other's eyes as the panties moved slowly down the creamy white, mature legs. Lena lifted the black lace fabric off of Linda's feet and looked into the crotch before lifting them to her face and inhaling. "I guess you didn't fuck my husband during your meeting," Lena said. Linda sat straight up in her chair and reached out and grabbed Lena by the hair and pulled her close. "For that remark Miss Smartass you are going to kiss my ass." Lena's jaw dropped with complete surprise at Linda's reaction; she watched in shock as Linda lifted her skirt and leaned over the table, her mature, creamy white ass displayed for a response. Lena stared at the sight for a moment to decide what she should do; she looked at her husband, but only got a shrug. Maybe Lena didn't think so, but I thought Linda's, ass displayed like that, should be one of the Seven Wonders of the World. Linda snapped, "Well?" Timidly Lena moved the black lace suspenders that dangled from Linda's garter belt out of her way and knelt behind the perfectly shaped, mature bottom. If Lena was thinking that she only had to kiss the firm round cheeks that notion was quickly dispelled when Linda reached back and opened her cheeks wide. In the bright sunlight Lena saw her light brown, hair covered, puffy vulva where she had played the previous evening, but just above that was a wrinkled, brown orifice with a pink center surrounded by wisps of light brown hair. Lena pursed her lips, leaned forward, and kissed. She didn't just give it a peck she kissed it with her full mouth then flicked it with her tongue; while she was there she showered the full, round, mature cheeks which surrounded Linda's tightly, puckered ass. When Lena sat back on her heels Linda stood over her and kissed her full mouth. "I told you last night that I would not fuck Peter unless you were present, I meant it. Now go over and kiss Peter so he can kiss lips that have kissed my ass," Linda chuckled. Linda and Lena spent the rest of the afternoon together while Peter and I took his Chris Craft boat around the lake. We stopped at a fisherman's wharf for a few beers. When we returned to the inn, the girls were fixing diner and were a little more than tipsy from drinking the local wine. I kissed Linda. "Mmmm, I smell and taste the wine, but there is something else; what could it be?" Linda laugh, "Probably "ala Lena" Lena laughed and told Peter, "Yes and I just may have to move you down on my list of Great Pussy Eaters." After diner we did a repeat of the previous evening; the girls wanted doubles again but we men switched places. I showed them to fuck in a foursome with the girls in a sixty-nine position so the guys could just rotate. We had lots of fun, lots of great sex. The next morning we were up early and said our goodbyes so Linda and I could make the hour and a half drive to catch our flight. We were still sexually charged and engaged in a bit of hand sex during the return drive through the beautifully, colored autumn leaves of New York's wine country. It's great to have a true fuck buddy and Linda was the best. Autumn Leaves Sam drove like he did everything else, with his full attention. There was no music playing, no GPS chirping at him, no passenger. He avoided freeways and took the more sedate and scenic back routes, though he had little time for the scenery. He dove over hills and through valleys, along straight stretches and around bends with the same steady, ground-eating speed. He had someplace to be and he didn't want to waste any time getting there. It was just too important that he be on time, too important that he not miss this day. He had already been delayed by traffic in St. Paul and he was running behind after the rainstorm in Missouri and he wanted to make up some time. So when he came around the bend and saw the car on the shoulder and the slim form waving, trying to get him to stop, he nearly eased left and skimmed on by. But he remembered that there had been another person stuck on the side of the road and no one had helped her. He sighed and slowed to stop his pickup behind the car. The day was warm and dry and the cloud of dust obscured everything for a moment. The first thing he saw clearly was the rental car plate and tag on the back of the aqua green Chevy, then he saw the dim form of the driver and as the dust blew past he got a good look at her. She was tall and slim, made taller with her heels on and she was dressed for business, not for travel. As he got out of the truck she came toward him, looking somewhat apprehensive and more than a little frightened. "Hello there... thank you so much for stopping." She said and her clear British accent caught his ear. He smiled a bit as he stood up. "Well, you look like you need some help, what seems to be the problem?" He asked and she was visibly relieved. "I've had a blowout, and I know I look like a helpless fool, but I don't know what to do. I've tried getting a service call, but my cell has no reception out here." She said and Sam looked at her car. The left front tire was more than flat, it was in shreds and ribbons. She had clearly driven on it a while hoping to get somewhere where she could get help and she had reached the point where it wouldn't even roll anymore. The rim was almost destroyed and there was sure to be severe damage to the front end. He sighed and shook his head as he walked toward her car and she walked with him, arms wrapped around her waist in the warm late spring day. "You've done a real number on this thing." He said as he crouched down to look at it and she looked immediately worried. "But I think I can get you rolling again. You may want a different rental when you get the chance, this one will need some real TLC." He said as he stood up again and he saw that she was just as tall as he was, her long black hair hung nearly to her waist and she looked both relieved and upset. "I don't even know what I hit." She said as he took her keys and went back to the trunk to get the spare. He had to lift out her suitcases and set them on the side of the road before he freed the jack and spare that was in the car. "Well, out here it could have been anything. You should really stick to the highway, it's safer." He said as he went up to start jacking the car up so he could get the wheel off. He loosened the lug nuts and jacked the car higher as she watched and he wrestled the old tire and ruined rim off. By the time he had the spare on he was sweating freely and she was grateful as he let the car back down again and started putting things away. "You're my hero." She said as he got the suitcases situated in the trunk again and he slammed it shut and turned to look at her. "I'm Gwen, by the way. Gwen Meredith." She said as she held out her hand to him. "Sam. Sam Nelson." He said, taking her hand and smiling. Neither of them could explain what happened next, neither of them could understand it. She smiled at him in thanks, they were both about to talk and then they made eye contact. There was a sudden moment of perfect, wordless communication and they could each feel the acute need in the other. He looked so lost, so hurting and broken that her heart reached out to him. He saw her long hair lift in the wind that blew a scattering of red, yellow and gold autumn leaves across the road, streaming out like a banner and the compassion on her face was so clear that he didn't need words, neither of them did, they understood each other perfectly. They stared for a moment, sharing that understanding while the tension built between them. Then it popped like a soap bubble and there was only room for action. He tugged on her arm and pulled her toward him as he took a step forward and she gasped, her head tilting to one side as one of his hands came to the back of her head, tangling in her hair, his mouth found hers and they kissed. His other hand was at the small of her back, holding her close to his chest and her hands were up between them, grasping the front of his shirt and holding him close right back. There was no room or time for words, he kissed like he drove and the sudden powerful sensation, the dedication he gave to the action, robbed her of words and thought and she was reduced in the span of a heartbeat to pure instinct. It was powerful and humbling but she didn't fight it, she sensed something in him, something she needed and she knew that she had something he needed. Her hands came up to his neck, holding him into the kiss as he bore her back until she felt her legs hit the front of his truck and then she was back, laying on the hood but uncaring of the heat as her hands pulled at his clothing, scrabbling at the front of his shirt, wanting to get at his flesh, to feel him under her hands. He broke the kiss and she stripped his shirt up and off of him, tossing it carelessly aside and her hands were immediately back at his chest. He was slim but strong and her fingers slid through the hair that sprouted from his skin as she looked at him with open, wordless hunger. He fumbled with the buttons of her shirt for a moment before he gave up and just tore the shirt open, scattering the buttons as they popped free and she gasped as he leaned down and kissed her on the side of her throat. Her head fell back and she moaned at the feel of his mouth as he trailed down and across her collarbone while his hands reached around behind her and deftly unclasped her bra. He pushed the cups up and she moaned as he moved to catch one nipple as her warm flesh fell free. She didn't have a huge chest but she was very sensitive and the feel of his mouth on her sensitive flesh made her sob with pleasure. Her hands tangled in his hair and she held him at her chest as his hands caught and kneaded the soft mounds. It felt so good, so very good to have his attention there and she was panting and gasping for breath. As his mouth came back to hers she kissed him eagerly, pulling herself up closer to his chest, wanting to be as close to him as possible as she parted her lips and welcomed his tongue, tangling with hers as they kissed and his hands almost mauled her chest. It felt so good to have someone touch her; she had been alone since... She didn't want to think about it, didn't want to dwell on that old pain, and she let herself sink back down into the easy oblivion of action and reaction. She didn't give herself time to think or to remember, she just lived in the moment for the first time what felt like years. She sobbed as she felt his mouth move back to her neck and shoulder, felt him reaching down toward her legs. She lifted one obligingly and his hands pushed her skirt up higher until his palm could glide across her hose and across the warm, soft swell of her ass. She moaned and writhed and bit her lip as she felt him reaching higher and higher until his fingers hooked the waist of her pantyhose and her panties and she said nothing as he pulled them down and across her ass. She felt them pass the wide part of her hips and then they were suddenly almost to her knees. She whimpered as he shifted back, standing and pulling them off of her before he bent back and captured a nipple with his mouth again, one hand braced on the hood and the other slipping up between her thighs to find the heat of her pussy. She cried out and arched her back, pressing her breast into his mouth as his fingers slid through the dark curls between her legs and across the heated lips of her sex. It felt so good to have someone touch her again, someone who needed as much as she did and she struggled to get her hands between them, to reach for the front of his jeans. When she felt the denim under her fingers she fumbled at the fly, swearing softly and then gasping as he kissed the soft place where her throat and her shoulder met. He drew a little laugh from her then a moan as he parted her soft vulva and caressed across her heated entrance with his fingers. She whimpered and lost her grip on his pants, then tried again and she was rewarded when the button came undone. He broke off his kiss and used his hands to push his pants down for her and she laughed as she wrapped her hands around his shaft the instant it was free. It was warm and hard and thick in her hands and she stroked it gently as his hand came back to her pussy, the other grasping a breast and giving a firm squeeze, his fingers sliding across the warm flesh until he caught her nipple between the pad of his thumb and the knuckle of his index finger, the sudden tight pressure making her cry out and sob in pleasure as the first ripples of an impending orgasm rippled through her body. It felt so good to have someone pay attention to her, for someone to see her for herself, to recognize her need and to feed the hunger that she had learned to ignore so well. His mouth came back to hers and they could easily see the other's hunger as she felt him shift and she felt the warm, smooth tip of his shaft press at her entrance and she broke eye the kiss and made eye contact with him. He paused and looked into her eyes and she just smiled and hooked her leg behind his hip and smiled. A second later she screamed out in pleasure as he plunged into her, thrusting deep in a single stroke, filling her completely, her passage so wet and ready and needing that she almost sucked him into her body. They came together with a loud slap and her orgasm was instant, tearing through her body and wringing a cry of such passion and desire from her that had they been anywhere near anyone else, they would have surely drawn attention. But out here among the fields of wheat and straw and scrub, with the music of the dry leaves and the wind all around them, there was no one to hear, no cars or houses for miles in every direction. There was no one to witness as she fell back limp on the hood of his truck and he bent over her, struggling for control himself for a long time before he started moving again, one hand braced on the hood and the other cupping her cheek as he looked right into her eyes. He stroked through her with deep, steady strokes, not going fast but not taking his time either and she cried out with each hard, deep penetration. She could feel her wetness leaking, her nectar soaking into her skirt and coating his cock as he stroked through her and she stared right back at him, unblinking as he took her and she welcomed him, answering his need and his hunger with her own and they fed off of each other. Their next kiss was with such intensity that she wouldn't have been surprised if her lips were bruised later, but she didn't shy away from him, she covered his hand at her breast with her own hand and her other grasped the back of his head and held him in the kiss as she felt another orgasm rising within her, clenching in her core and making it hard to keep her body still. She bit his lower lip and he smiled as he ground his hips around and pressed even deeper into her body, making her ache with how deep he was, his tip pressing hard at her cervix and his strong thrust lifting her higher. She took advantage of the moment to lift her other leg and circle his waist and she was rewarded as his tip pressed at her deepest recesses with every subsequent thrust. She sobbed and held on to him, her forehead against his and her eyes, looking sapphire blue in the bright light of the day, gazed right into his dark green ones as her orgasm crested over her and a moment later she heard him grunt and moan as he lost all control and the stinging wash of his seed coated her within, filling her to overflowing. He slowed but didn't stop, their motions prolonging both of their pleasures and churning their mixed fluids into froth on their skin. Finally he stopped and they spent a while just kissing and touching, still joined together for a while until he had softened and slipped from her body. She whimpered at the loss, but she didn't let him go just yet. It was enjoyable just to touch and cuddle like this. She could feel the sweat in her hair and on her clothes and she knew that her outfit was likely ruined. But she didn't care, she had loved that too much to complain. Finally he shifted and she reluctantly let him. He got her settled back on her feet and helped her find her discarded shoes and panties. She pulled on the heels but just discarded the panties and hose as she got one of her suitcases out of the trunk of her car and got out a clean shirt. She shucked her shirt and bra then pulled on a loose shirt and buttoned it up as he pulled his shirt over his head. She smiled almost shyly at him and he returned it. "Look, about that..." He started and she shook her head and silenced him with a kiss. "No. No apologies. I wasn't exactly saying no, and I can tell we both needed that badly." She said and he nodded. "I'd ask to see you again, but we're both just passing through." He said as she turned a bit. "Yes, I think it's best we just say goodbye, Sam." She said and the sound of his name on her lips was almost musical, her accent making the simple name exotic. "Well, if you ever find yourself in Grand Rapids, look me up." He said and she smiled again, walking backwards toward the door of her car. "Likewise if you're ever in Liverpool." She said. He smiled and watched as she opened the door to her car, paused as she looked at him, then strode back toward him with long, sure strides and kissed him again. The kiss lingered and only didn't turn into something more because she pulled away and turned to her car. She paused at the door and looked back, then got in her car and drove away. He stood looking after her for a long time before he got into his truck and started driving again. He looked over at the flowers on the seat and saw that they were starting to wilt from the heat of the day, but he didn't think Kelsey would mind. * He found the turnoff to the place where she had died and then the tree he had planted there the week it had happened. It had been night and she had been struck and killed by a passing car. The driver had been drunk and hadn't seen her. She had been lost and her car had broken down early that day. She had spent the entire day out there just to die when some drunken farmer was on his way back from a hoe-down or some other equally stupid bullshit. He sat and sobbed for a long time on the spot before he stood up. It was dark by then and he had to say goodbye. The flowers looked pitiful at the base of the tree but he just got in his truck and drove away. He had a reservation at a bed-and-breakfast that was a few miles away from where he had met Gwen and he was hungry and tired. But as he drove he wasn't thinking about Gwen or about much of anything aside from the place he had just visited. He was thinking about Kelsey trapped out here all alone, afraid and lost and wishing that she had someone to help her. She had probably been so happy to see the headlights coming, so relived that she had strayed too close to the road and she hadn't had time to get out of the way before... Before it was just too late. He drove slowly as he went and he was careful as he wept, tears slipping down his face unheeded as he relived the five years that they had had together before that. He was feeling bitter and sorrowful as he pulled into the B&B and he locked his car and turned for the house and his steps slowed as he saw the aqua Chevy with the donut on the left front. He smiled a bit and walked into the big palatial house that had been converted and the owner greeted him at the door. He had stayed there ever since Kelsey had been taken from him and the lady knew him well enough. He was brought up to his room and then went down to dinner where he sat right across from Gwen, who smiled at him a little but said nothing. After the meal the guests all dispersed and he lost track of her as he was stopped by the owner. When he managed to free himself he went up to his room and started getting ready to sleep. He had just finished his shower when he heard the soft tap at his door. When he opened it he wasn't surprised to see Gwen. She was wrapped in a soft robe and she was smiling as a blush rose in her cheeks. "I know this isn't Grand Rapids or Liverpool, but I thought I'd look you up anyway, Sam." She said in that smooth accent, as she moved her arms and let the robe fall open. He stared as the front parted and he could see that she was just out of her shower as well. He stepped back and she followed him into the room. Behind her the door swung closed and inside the room the two of them found comfort and surcease once more. * Sam rolled out from under the old Buick and sighed as he wiped his hands on a rag. "Well Mr. Magnussen." He said as he approached the elderly man waiting at the side of the garage. "It looks like your engine is, as we say in the business, 'Completely Fucked'. Now I could find a new engine for you, but I think you may be better off with a different car, sir." He said and the man sighed as he looked at the beat up old car. "Well shit." He said simply then shrugged. "I think it's time to accept that the bus is my ride from here on. I mean, hell I'll be ninety next week." "You don't look a day over thirty, sir." Sam said with a smile and the old man snorted. "You're full of shit, but I like you. Thanks a bundle. Now, how much do I owe you for that work?" He said as he set his newspaper down and Sam haggled with him for a bit, actually having to argue the man down in price before they finished up and he paid. Sam waited until he was out of sight before he called and canceled the transaction. He knew that Oswaldt Magnussen was on a fixed income, and really there hadn't been that much work in the job. Then he glanced down at the paper. It had been a while since he thought about Gwen, about their roadside meeting four months earlier or the night she had spent in his room but seeing her on the front of the paper brought it all back to him. ...British ambassador Gwendolin Meredith-Hawkes is seen here attending a conference in Santa Monica California. Meredith-Hawkes, who tragically lost her husband five months ago in an IED explosion in Afghanistan, found out weeks after his loss that she was pregnant with his child. Meredith-Hawkes is approximately five months into this, her first pregnancy. She says that if the child is a boy she will name him Samuel, if it is a girl she will name her Samantha. The ambassador is expected to attend a conference in Michigan before returning to her native Liverpool for the birth of her... Sam smiled a little and set the paper aside and turned to get back to work. The End Autumn Leaves Are Turning DISCLAIMER: All characters in this story are over the age of 18 and legally allowed to engage in sexual relations. This is a story about a first-time lesbian encounter, not just sex. If you're looking for a quick-stroke, look elsewhere. "Hurry up or you'll be late for school Autumn!" my mother shouted as she pulled out of our driveway. "I know! You'd better hurry too!" I replied, gathering my notebooks and running out the door. It was the first day of school, again. A fresh start, even though it was October. My family moved around a lot, ever since my Dad ran out when I was 5. I was old enough to know him, but young enough not to understand why. I still can't comprehend how he could leave my Mom, my sisters, Karen and Tess, and I with no one to support us. It's been hard for my mom, having to work two jobs constantly, moving around a lot. So here I was again. First day of school, no one to help me, no friends, no idea. I checked my schedule again, and dreaded what I saw "American Government and Politics" first hour. I walked the halls looking for the classroom, and when I couldn't find it, I was all alone. Even though I was only five minutes late, the teacher made it feel like an eternity as he questioned me on my tardiness. Usually I just fade into the back of the class, however today I was right in the front. Everyone staring at me, I became flushed. I'm very self-conscious about my appearance; I'm five foot seven with golden-brown hair and hazel eyes. I try to dress conservatively, today that meant a warm red sweater and jeans. Eventually I took a seat nearest the back of the class, and I could feel everyone's eyes on me as I sat down. There was a hot guy sitting next to me, who was clearly checking me out. I was slightly flattered, but at the same time I wasn't looking for a relationship; I had just moved to a new school. I ignored him until the teacher's lecture was over. We had a couple minutes at the end of class and he introduced himself. "Hey what's your name?" He asked me. "I don't think I've seen you before. Are you new?" "Hi I'm Autumn," I replied. "I just transferred here." "Autumn that's a pretty name." said Brett. "Hey so I was wondering" The bell rang just as he began talking again. I couldn't hear the rest, so I just nodded and left the class. I wonder what he was going to ask me, I thought. The rest of my day wasn't as bad as it started. I made it through Chemistry and Math just fine, because those are my best subjects. Then it was time for lunch, and high school lunch sucks. Especially for the new kid. Everyone else sits at tables with their well-established friends, and the new kid is left to sit with whoever they've started to get to know. This meant that when I wandered through the tables and saw Brett from history, I had to sit next to him. "Mind if I join you?" I asked as I sat down. "Not at all," said a rather exuberant Brett. Is he sitting a little too close to me? I thought as he brushed against me. "So tell me about yourself," He said. "I barely got to know you in history class. What do you like to do for fun?" "Well," I started. "I used to play volleyball back at my last school, but I'm really not all that good." "Really? Volleyball?" asked Brett. "Then you have to meet my friend, Claire. She's the Volleyball captain, and she'd definitely let you join the team." "Maybe." I replied. It'd been a year since I'd played, and I didn't really want to immediately join a sport at a new school. "I'll have to think about it." "Well you'd better do it quick because the season's already started and it's your senior year. This'll be your last year to play in high school." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I thought about what he said on my way home after school. It would be the last time I could play High School Volleyball, and I did really love it. Plus maybe I could make some new friends! I decided that tomorrow I would have Brett introduce me to Claire. When I got home, my mom had left a note on the table: "Here's $30, go hang out with your new friends. I won't be home until VERY LATE. Love Mom." Great. Now what was I supposed to do? I couldn't' stay home because Tess and Karen would be home soon and I didn't want them to see me staying home all by myself, but I didn't have any real friends to hang out with either. I decided to just go drive for a while, to clear my head. I drove around the town, looking for something to do, when I saw some girls playing Volleyball in the local gym. I got out of my car and went over to watch. There were four of them, and they were good. I was just standing there watching them, when one looked over at me. I had never seen another girl like that before, she was perfect. She was short, probably only five foot five, but was still clearly better at Volleyball than the other three girls. She had really large breasts relative to the rest of her, at about 34B from what I could see. She also had Blonde shoulder-length hair, and perfect skin. I'd never looked at another girl sexually, but I began to feel a nervous excitement about her. She jogged over to me, still panting from the game. "Do you want to play?" she asked. "Ummm...well I haven't played in a long time, so I'm pretty rusty." I managed to reply, still transfixed by her, well, everything. Oh it's ok! Just come play for a little bit! It'll be fun." She insisted. I relinquished and went to join the game. How could I refuse this woman? I actually did very well in the game. I was setting up hits, making great saves, and spiking in points. I could see that the other girls were impressed, especially the blonde. We talked after the game was done and all the other girls had left. "Wow you're great!" she said. "We could really use someone like you on the Volleyball team." "Really?" I was excited. Playing Volleyball with this girl was something I really wanted to do again. "Sure, that sounds fun." "I just realized I never learned your name." she said. "Mine's Claire." "I'm Autumn. Oh you're the captain of the Volleyball team!" "Yeah! Wait, how did you know that?" she asked, puzzled. "Oh well this guy in my Gov class was talking about you." I replied. "His name's Brett. Do you know him?" "Oh...Brett Williams?" she responded. "Unfortunately. He's terrible to girls. I wouldn't hang out with him to much, try to give him a wide berth." "Good to know." I wonder why, he seems nice I thought. "So should I meet you tomorrow after school? For Volleyball, I mean." "Yeah here's my number, I'll text you the details." She said. I entered her number into my phone and we said goodbye. I drove home rather hurriedly. I was so confused. I'd never even had sex with a guy, and yet here I was picturing dirty thoughts with me and another woman, whom I had just met! What was happening to me? This was crazy. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next day in Gov Brett and I were sitting next to each other, completing a worksheet. I was slightly suspicious of him after what Claire had told me the previous day. Eventually, after we were done, we started talking, you know, the usual, school, movies, when eventually we got to talking about yesterday. I mentioned that I had joined the Volleyball team. "Oh really?" he practically shouted. "That's great news! Did you talk to Claire?" "Yeah!" I replied, also excited. "We played Volleyball together yesterday and she saw that I could play, so she asked me to join the team." "Awesome! You know what?" asked Brett "If you're not busy, next Friday I'm having a party at my house and a lot of people are coming over. I know some girls from the Volleyball team will be there, and probably Claire too. You should come!" "Yeah ok that sounds fun!" This could be my chance to really get to know Claire outside of playing Volleyball, plus all the other girls on the team. And Brett didn't really seem like a bad guy, so I figured what the heck? I suddenly felt my phone vibrate against my leg. I checked it discreetly, and saw that it was from Claire. My heart skipped a beat. The message read: "Practice at 3, meet in the large gym. Shorts/Spandex." The rest of the day was a blur. I just remember staring at the clock, counting down until it would be 3 so I could see Claire again. I ran home to get my Volleyball gear, then went back to the high school, got ready, and walked into the gym. The rest of the team was already there, and I wondered how I would even be able to play the game. The girls on the team were HOT, and really distracting. There was Ellie with the phenomenal ass, Sasha with the stunning legs, and Megan with both. But the real beauty was Claire, who looked killer in her tight Spandex top and short-shorts. We all practiced for an hour-and-a-half, and then went back to the locker-room to change. When all the girls went to the showers, I was bewildered. I had never taken a shower with people looking at me before. But when I caught a glimpse of Claire as she walked in, all my modesty was gone, replaced with my intense desire to see the rest of her. I stripped down and went to join the rest of the girls. Claire was, like I said earlier, perfect. Her now obviously 34B breasts were fantastic, especially with the water cascading off of them. I kept staring, and she seemed to notice. It wasn't that she was blatantly obvious about it, but she had several nuances to her persona that hinted in the direction of flirting. Her hands moved a little to slow as she washed the sweat off of her breast, hips, and legs. She tossed her hair a little too much as she shampooed it. She accidently brushed her hand against my torso and it sent shivers down my spine, which she enjoyed. After that shower I felt dirtier than when I went in. Again here I was flirting with Claire, and she was flirting back, as we spiraled out of control towards something that I wasn't prepared to handle. Things were moving too fast. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The rest of the week flew by. It was like my life was a movie, and I was the audience, I could watch my body go to school, talk to Brett, go to Volleyball with Claire, look at her in the showers, and then repeat. I could feel my body reacting to what I saw but I couldn't do anything to stop it; the suspense was building, and I knew that something between Claire and I was going to happen. The question was what? Finally I was coming home from Volleyball on Friday, when I realized tonight was Brett's party. I changed, drove over, and saw his house. The place was mobbed. There were people and beer bottles sprawled everywhere. Music was blasting, and I passed by a broken lamp as I cautiously entered. I walked around, as people I didn't know smoked cigarettes and danced. I passed a person throwing up in a bathroom, when I decided that this was not the scene I wanted to be a part of. I turned towards the door when I saw Brett. He staggered towards me, clearly Drunk. "Hey Autumn!" he shouted over the music. "I'm glad you could make it. Isn't this party crazy?" before I could answer he said "hey lets go somewhere a little quieter." He grabbed my arm harder than necessary and led me upstairs to what looked to be a guest bedroom. I was very nervous; especially because Brett was still holding my arm forcibly. "Look, Autumn," Brett began. "You're super hot. I know it. You know it. And even though we've only known each other for a few weeks, I feel like I truly know you." I couldn't even respond. I knew where this was going. I was petrified with fear; here I was, the new girl in school, with only one real friend, and Brett was trying to seduce me. Eventually I stammered our "Look, Brett, I don't like you. We're just friends. I don't want to do anything we'll regret." "I won't regret anything." Brett said. He suddenly reached for my breast; I slapped his hand away and got up. "You're Drunk!" I cried as I ran away. I ran down the hallway, into another room and locked the door, slamming it in his face as she started to run after me. I said on the floor and sobbed. How could Brett do something like that? I thought he was nice, but he turned out to be just another pig, just like other men. I should've listened to Claire. Where was Claire? She was supposed to be here. Probably just something Brett said to get me to come over. Just then I heard a knock on the door. "Go away!" I screamed. Brett just wouldn't leave me alone. "It's me!" I heard Claire shout. "It's ok! I'm here for you." I got up and opened the door. Claire walked in, and I was shocked. She was wearing a pair of very skimpy jean shorts, a very low-cut tank top, and a very tall pair of high heels. She met me in a hug. I started to tell her what had happened, but she just said "ssssssssssshhhhhh. I heard. I'll make all your troubles go away." I stared into her eyes. Her beautiful eyes. It was at this moment that I realized that I loved this woman. Our relationship had transcended that of friends, we were now lovers, inexplicably bound by our mutual affection and curiosity. I began moving my face towards hers. I closed my eyes and suddenly there she was. Our lips met, and I heaven. We started slow, both experimenting, as we had never been with another woman before. As our passion grew, so did our urgency. We were rapidly making out now, Claire nibbling on my lower lip. Claire started working her way down my neck. Her hot breath and wet kisses caused me to sigh with pleasure. Suddenly Claire pushed me onto the bed. She took her shirt off. I followed suit, also removing my bra. Claire was wearing a simple black bra, but still incredibly attractive. Suddenly Claire was up on me, feeling, caressing my breasts and kissing me. she pinched my left nipple and I was overwhelmed; I have very sensitive nipples. She seemed to sense this and continued to roll my nipple between her fingers. She then drew my other nipple into her mouth, gently sucking it and occasionally biting it lightly. She then repeated the process on my other nipple. Claire kept moving lower kissing a trail down my chest, naval, and to my shorts. She merely undid my button, zipper, and pulled my shorts down. My underwear was noticeably wet, you could smell my excitement. Claire deftly lowered my underwear, and then we became more than just two lovers, a single entity consumed with lust. I was unsure of what was to come, for I had never had sex before. Yet Claire was both confident and delicate. She started by gently rubbing her hands around the sides of my pussy, up and down. Claire began to part the outer folds, and inserted a lone finger. I arched my back in pleasure as she began to lightly fuck me with her finger. After a minute of this she added another finger. I thought it couldn't get any better until I felt her hot breath on my pussy. She continued to finger-fuck my pussy, but now Claire began drawing slow circles around my clit with her tongue. Every time her tongue brushed against it I groaned, sending waves of pleasure throughout my whole body. I could feel that I was close to coming, and so could Claire. She could read my movements and doubled her pace, now lapping up my juices. She used her other hand on the sides of my pussy, and the direct contact was too much. I came, screaming out Claire's name. She continued to lick up my come, completely cleaning up my pussy. It took me several minutes to recover from my orgasm. When I finally did, I opened my eyes and Claire was there. "How was that?" she asked. "Amazing," I replied. "I've never felt this way before. I didn't want it to stop." "Well it doesn't have to," Claire said with a sheepish grin on her face. "Would you do that to me? The look you had on your face was something I want to experience." "I think that can be arranged." I replied, grinning from ear to ear. She had just eaten my pussy, and now she wanted me to return the favor! Could I actually eat another girl's pussy? It was so wrong, but then again so was what Claire had done. And nothing could come close to the pleasure that had caused. I moved over to Claire. I removed her bra, and her breasts were immaculate. The nipples were very perky, erect from the sex. Her areolas were huge and inviting, begging me to suck them. I placed my mouth on her breast and began to imitate what Claire had done to me; she seemed to enjoy it almost as much as I did. I continued on taking off her shorts and matching black panties. Her pussy was very appealing. She kept it very neatly trimmed, her golden locks forming a landing strip leading straight to her pussy. I couldn't imagine a more inviting pussy to eat. I began by just feeling her. I traced the contour of her pussy with my fingertips, getting used to the way she reacted to various places being stimulated. She was very wet; I could see what I had done to her already. I felt her pulse quicken as I put my right index finger inside. I sighed as I pulled it out and tasted it; her nectar was sweet and tangy. I put it back in and began to fuck her harder. Claire was a dirty talker. She started off just muttering things like "Oh yes," and "Uhh yeah, harder," but as I increased my tempo and pressure she was yelling things like "Oh you little slut," "Yeah finger-fuck my cunt!" I began lapping at her clit with my tongue as she thrashed on the bed, her legs clamping around my head, holding me there maintaining direct contact with my mouth and nose. She came hard, unleashing a torrent her cum on my face. I licked it up, and then arose. She sat up and we kissed again. Both our mouths tasted like the other's pussy, and as we kissed I realized that there was no turning back. Claire and I had gone further than most; obviously having consensual lesbian sex with your best friend brings you close. I knew at that moment that I would never go back to relationships with men. How could I? There was no way that I could give such pleasure, or receive such pleasure, from a man. Just as the fall season changes the color of the leaves, I had changed, fallen from the tree. I would not wither and die, however, I would thrive. A new school, a new me, I was ready for anything. And I knew that anything and everything were on their way.