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Sharon Ch. 01

By: JerseyJohn



To this day I still remember when Sharon moved into the neighborhood. I was 19 about to turn 20 when I walked out my font door that unseasonably warm May morning back in '94 and saw that moving van at the house next door. Naturally I was curious who would be moving into the neighborhood, so the first question I had on my mind was if they had a daughter my age and if she was cute. I stood in my parent's front yard, slowly making my way to the garbage cans with a bag from the kitchen in my hands, as I tried my best not to look like I was staring at the group of movers entering and exiting the house like ants in a colony. When I finally threw the garbage out, after a good 10 minutes of slow walking (which normally only takes 3 minutes at a normal pace), I made my way back to the front door at the same slow pace constantly glancing at the house next door in the hopes of seeing who would be my family's new neighbor. By the time I reached my font porch I had figured I wouldn't be getting my answer today, and that's when I saw her emerge from the front door in a pair of loose fitting jeans that hung at her hips and a t-shirt that just seemed to drape itself over her upper body. Never before in my life had a woman stopped me in my tracks like she had. Being a 19 year old guy my head was naturally on a constant swivel in search of girls, and there were plenty that had slowed my pace as I watched them walk past me. This woman, however, pulled the handle on my emergency brake and I almost tripped on the first step of the porch.

She had her chestnut brown hair up in a ponytail obviously to keep it out of her face while she was unpacking; what she unknowingly did was show off her slender, aquiline neck. The gentle sway of her hips as she walked to her car were hypnotic as they seemed to move to the rhythm of some internal soundtrack that played only for her. Her breasts had a delicious bounce to them that I could see even from this distance, and when she bent over to retrieve a box from her back seat her jeans slipped down past her hips revealing a green thong that signaled like a neon arrow 'Further down is Paradise'. She didn't look like a lot of the girls I went to school with or that were on the boardwalk down by the beach, big breasts but no hips or ass, a clumsy walk because they still weren't used to the new shape of their bodies; no, she moved with a grace that made every curve of her seem like poetry in motion. She was all poise and voluptuousness... she made me realize this was the way a woman should look. I didn't want to move from this spot and lose sight of this goddess for fear that I may never see something as beautiful again.

How long I was glued there I still have no idea, and probably didn't care. It was like being in a meditative state with nirvana only a short distance away. Unfortunately, I was jolted back to reality in one of the harshest manners I know, the sound of my father's voice.

"Hey! Does it normally take a half-hour to throw out a bag of garbage?" he said opening the screen door.

I jumped at the sound of his voice and my head snapped in the direction of the front door. "Uh... sorry... I was... I was, uh.... just...," I stuttered trying to formulate an excuse as I was uncontrollably looking back in the direction of "heaven".

"You were just what?" he said as he looked in the direction that I kept turning. "Oh! Oh, I see!" He looked at me and smiled in amusement making me blush and grin like an idiot. "Very nice," he said looking back at her. As he turned back to me his smile turned from amusement to deviousness. "Let's go and introduce ourselves."

I thought my heart had stopped as a feeling of momentary panic overwhelmed me. "No, Dad, we can't...." 

"We can't what? Be neighborly? Where's your manners?" he asked having fun with my embarrassment. Perhaps it's time that I also tell you that I can be very shy when it comes to a girl or a woman who I think is out of my league. That's not to say that I was some kind of dork around the opposite sex. I was and am very good at flirting and can be quite charming, if I do say so myself. And while I wasn't a jock with the "V" shaped torso and a body that was cut and defined, I was in great shape at 19. But, this wasn't an 18 or 19 year old chick, this was a woman who just seemed to exude sexiness and confidence.

"Well, didn't Mom want us to get to work cleaning out the garage? We should probably get started or she's gonna get pissed," I tried to reason with him, but it just came out as a pathetic form of pleading.

"No, your mother would want us to introduce ourselves as good neighbors," he said jumping at my uneasiness. My father was a huge prankster and was the kind of person that if he found something that would embarrass you he'd harp on it for all it was worth.

"Dad, I'm sure she'd want us to get to work, she's been asking us to get this done since the weather got warm," I said, trying to sound as rational as I could.

"It'll only take a minute to go—" 

"To go where?" my mother said walking out the front door. "It'd better be into the garage, John," she warned him.

"I am going to get to it today, hon, I promised you, and I will keep my word. But, your son here, noticed we have a new neighbor and is being rude by not introducing himself," my Dad said motioning next door.

My mom looked around the front porch pillar and saw the cause of my flustered state and than looked back at me. My forehead was saturated with nervous sweat, even though it wasn't that hot out. "Is this what took him so long to throw out the garbage?" she asked looking over at my Dad.

"Mmm Hmmm," he said with a nod and an evil smile.

My mom rolled her eyes and sighed. Having been the one who was around more through my teenage years, since my dad worked a lot during the week, she knew how shy I could get. "Oh, leave him alone, John. Besides, you two need to get to work, now," she said. The wave of panic that had swept over me was starting to subside. My mom glanced at me from the corner of her eye and smirked slightly. Once she put her foot down on a project for me and my dad there was no getting out of it. She knew how much I owed her for this.



Sharon Ch. 01



"Be right there," I said. How was I going to hide this raging hard on she gave me? I had an idea; I stood up and shifted my cock so it was pointing straight up than tucked the head under the waistband of my boxers. There, boner hidden, and I was saved from embarrassment, even if it wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world.

I stepped inside. "Sharon?" I called out.

"I'm down here," I heard her answer from down the hall. She backed out of her bedroom dragging a box of something heavy. She was bent over, her ass pointing at me as she shuffled backward. I actually felt myself get lightheaded when I saw those two back pockets coming toward me. I don't think I have ever seen anyone wear a pair of jeans as well as she did.

She stopped at the end of the hall. "I need you to hand this up to me. Once it's up in the attic I can slide it to where I want it, lifting it is not something I can do," she said smiling.

"Yeah, that's no problem," I said.

"I know it's no problem for you, you're the big strong man in my life," she said poking me in the chest. 

I could feel my face flush and the back of my neck started heating up as I smiled and looked away bashfully. Sharon laughed as she turned to grab the rope to pull down the attic stairs. She took pleasure in embarrassing me like that and watching me blush. Through a few conversations we'd had I had found out that Sharon didn't have any family around here. Her parents lived in Florida and her siblings lived in 3 different states. So in a way, I guess I was the man in her life. It felt pretty good to hear her say it.

I looked back and saw her reaching up for the attic rope, which was just out of her reach. God I wanted to wrap my arms around that hourglass waist of hers, pull her back into me and gently kiss the smooth skin on her neck. I watched her struggle to reach for the rope, at the most only batting it from side to side with her finger tips. I reached up over her and easily grabbed it than pulled the stairs down. She turned around and gave me a look of mock contempt. "I'd have gotten it eventually."

"I know you would have, but I don't have that kind of time, I collect social security at 65," I said.

"Hey!" I got her with that one.

"Come on, up you go," I said.

"Oh, yes, sir," she said sarcastically.

I stepped back to get in a good position to lift the box, that and to watch that glorious booty of hers as she climbed the stairs. "Good Lord," I mumbled.

"What?" she asked over her shoulder.

"Nothing," I said reminding myself to keep my mouth shut. I really didn't want to screw anything up with her. 

"Okay, I'm ready," she said looking down from the attic. I crouched down and lifted the box. It was heavy, really heavy, but I wasn't going to show her that. No grunts, groans, or swearing as I lifted it, just hauled it up and rested it on my shoulder. I used my free hand and grabbed the short side rail that was built into the folding stair unit and climbed up. I got to the top of the stairs with the box still on my shoulder. There was just enough room to get through but I managed. I stood there holding the box and looked at Sharon. "Where do you want this?" Sharon just knelt in front of me and just looked at me. I couldn't quite read her, she was just staring at me intently, studying me in total silence. "Sharon, this is really heavy, where do you want me to put it?"

"Oh, right," she said and blinked a couple of times. "Just set it down in front of me and I'll drag it to the side." 

We got the box into the attic and I waited for her to come down. She hadn't taken off her heels and when she was backing down the steps I saw one of her feet slip on the steps and slide forward through one of the openings on the stairs. She let out a yelp and panicked losing her grip on the short railing on the stairs and started to tumble back. "Whoa," I cried and jumped forward to catch her in both my arms like something out of the movies. It was almost too perfect; she literally fell into my arms.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

"Uh... yeah, I think so," she said still visibly shaken from the prospect of hitting the hardwood floor.

"You're sure?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm okay," she said. "Thank you for being in the right place at the right time," she said kissing my cheek and hugging my neck. When she pulled back all I could do was stare at her. Stare right into those beautiful hazel eyes like I was falling into a trance. In my mind's eye I saw myself leaning in and kissing her as passionately as any of the leading men did in the movies. Her lips would be soft and warm and taste as sweet as a peach. It would be absolutely perfect.

"Jake," she said, knocking me out of my fantasy. "You can put me down now."

"Uh, yeah," I said setting her on her feet.

"You okay?" she asked. "I'm the one who could've gotten a concussion, but you looked like you were in a daze."

"No, no. I'm fine," I said.

"Okay, let me get changed and we'll get to work," she said.

Work!? There was no way I was going to be able to concentrate around her. Not after that. I still felt dizzy and not quite in control after holding her like that. Oh my God, she was too perfect, too fucking beautiful. What made it worse was she didn't even realize just how desirable she was. I felt flushed, sweaty, and short of breath. I had to get away from her, at least for now. "Umm, actually, I almost forgot, I promised my dad I'd give him a hand with something. He's... putting up a new ceiling fan in the living room and it's sort of a two man job."

"Really?" she asked, the disappointment in her voice and on her face was unmistakable.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, I completely forgot. I'll be here next weekend though," I said, trying to rectify the situation somehow.

"No you won't," she said.

"I won't?" Oh shit! What have I done! It felt like my heart had seized up and just quit on me. I really screwed up now.

"Next weekend's your birthday," she said with a little half smile.

I had completely forgotten. It was my birthday; I was going to be 20.

"Oh, right! I guess I forgot." That was a bit of a relief. Now all I had left was this tremendous urge to take her in my arms and carry her to her room and out-do every porno I had ever seen... all three of them. Hey, I'm only twenty, remember. "Well, I guess I'd better go," I said. "I'll se you later." I rushed home and made a bee line right for my bedroom, stripped down and masturbated to the image of a nude Sharon straddling me and riding my cock. God, the perfect birthday present would be her in the flesh, riding me.





Sharon Ch. 01



"I have to ask; when we first met, did you tell your dog to come over to me, or did that just happen?" she asked, continuing to look out over the water.

I laughed a little. "No, that just happened."

"Cause I heard you walk away and mutter something that sounded like, 'Good Boy'," she said.

"Umm, well, yeah, but I honestly didn't plan for him to run over to you. I've had him for 15 years; he just kind of knows how to read me. And, I'm glad he did," I said.

"I noticed," she said with a raised eyebrow.

There was a moment of silence between us, it felt like an hour.

"So, umm, what happens now?" I asked. She knew how I felt about her, she knew I'd follow her like a puppy anywhere she took me. I think she knew I was too nervous to make the first move.

Sharon turned to face her whole body to me and looked into my eyes. It was the kind of look when you knew someone was looking deeply into you. She didn't say anything, didn't smile, didn't laugh, but her face was soft and relaxed. Than she kissed me; not a peck on the cheek, not the kind of kiss you'd give a friend or a kiss you'd get from your cousin, but a full smack on the lips that a woman gives to her lover. It was hard, wet, and hot and it took my breath away. I felt like every part of me was on fire... and I would have gladly burned to cinders than to have broken that kiss. I felt her lips part and mine instinctively followed suit. Her tongue snaked into my mouth and I immediately made mine meet hers, our lips locked and our tongues danced and wrestled back and forth. I had never felt this high before in my life, I couldn't believe this was happening.

She broke the kiss and lay back on the sand, grabbing my shirt and pulling me down towards her. She gently placed her hands on either side of my face and guided me back to her lips. I had to control my hunger to resume our kiss, I wanted to taste those lips again more than a man in the desert wanted water. In those few seconds I had become an addict for her kiss and I desperately needed a fix. Most people say that first kiss with one particular person was the best they had ever had, well my first kiss with Sharon wasn't, it was the second, because this time I knew what was waiting for me and when I got there, it was better than I had remembered. I propped myself up with one arm while I had my other hand resting on her hip. I decided it was well worth the risk, so I gently caressed up the side of her abdomen and when I felt the swimsuit material I cupped one of her breasts. It felt even more wonderful than I had imagined it would; soft but firmness to it. My index finger explored around and felt her nipple under the material. I rolled my finger over it until I could feel it getting hard and erect. I was ecstatic that she hadn't swatted my hand away or broke the kiss. In fact, she began to moan with pleasure. The more my finger played the harder I could feel her nipple grow. She finally broke our kiss, and I have to say I was more than a bit nervous. That nervousness turned to adrenaline fueled excitement when she slipped her finger under the cup of her bikini top and pulled it aside revealing the tit I had been playing with.

"I'll bet you've been dreaming about this for a while now," she said.

I could only stare at how perfect her breast was; it definitely was not a C-cup, that I was sure of. Her areola was maybe the size of a fifty cent piece and her nipple had to be as thick as the tip of her pinkie finger. It was a living piece of art.

"Come, on, Jake. Suck on my titty," she said and brought my face down into that huge mound of heaven. My lips immediately closed around her nipple and sucked it in as far as it would go, swirling my tongue around it than flicking it back and forth. I could feel her getting harder as I teased and sucked on her. Sharon began breathing heavier and softly moaning which only spurned me on. I began to nibble on her nipple gently but with enough pressure that I made her gasp a little, I had shocked her with that, but it was obvious she was enjoying it because she began to moan a bit louder. I had played with my old girlfriend's titties before and, being a breast man, I loved to take my time nuzzling and sucking on them, but what made playing with Sharon's so much hotter was her reactions. My old girlfriends just seemed to lay there while I teased them. That's not to say they didn't enjoy themselves, but they just lay there and let me do what I wanted to do while they moaned and whined. That was the sum total of their reactions. Sharon was different. Sharon ran her fingers through my hair, hugged me closer to her chest, whispered dirty little encouragements like, "Oh, that's it, baby" and "Yeah, suck on that titty, bite my nipple again". She liked what I was doing and wasn't afraid to tell me. She had begun to hug me so tight my nose was pressed completely against her tit blocking off all air. I tried to fight off the need for air as long as possible, but my lungs finally won out. I came up, slowly, from her breast letting her nipple slowly slip from between my tightly pursed lips. She gave off a little, "Ugh" as she finally slipped from my mouth. I hovered there for a minute panting for air slightly.

"Run out of air?" she asked.

"Yeah, you almost had me in a head lock for a second," I said. "But, I couldn't think of a better way to suffocate to death."

Sharon laughed and ran her finger tips down my cheek. "You're so cute," she said and kissed me again. I didn't feel this drunk when I was hanging out under the pier with my friends.

She broke our kissed and looked around the beach. We were alone, but that wouldn't last long, not with the night crowds coming. "We should go before someone sees us," she said and slipped her bikini top back in place over her breast. My heart sunk at seeing that beautiful piece of flesh covered up.

I stood up and took her hand helping her up and we brushed the sand off each other. I cleaned off her back than down to her butt, which quickly turned into slowly caressing her ass. I continued for another minute before she looked over her shoulder and said, "I think you got it all."

"Hmm," I heard her but it I was so transfixed on those two curvy globes it took a second for it to register. "Oh, right. I was just making sure it was all off. Don't want sand in my new truck."

She turned and sighed in mock exasperation than took both my hands in her. "Come on my little horn dog."

"Woof," I said following her.

We drove back home, Sharon cuddled up against me on the truck's bench seat with my arm around her. I told her I needed my other hand to work the stick. Sharon looked at me with a devious smile. "I'll work your stick for you." I swallowed hard as she slid her hand down my chest and thigh coming very close to my still rock hard cock and grabbed hold of my...

...gear shift. Her small hand slid delicately around the knob, her manicured nails dancing over it very lightly, than she gripped hold of the knob and slid her hand down the shaft. "Is this how you do it?" she asked looking back up at me with the sexiest innocent schoolgirl face, sliding her hand up and down the shaft slightly. Good God, I wanted to rip her clothes off right there and take her on my truck seat. 

I took her hand and slid it back up to the knob. "This is where you can control it the easiest." I pushed in the clutch, she popped the shifter into first and we headed home, glued to each other in the front seat.





Sharon Ch. 02



Saturday night finally came. The past few days felt like an eternity. Every dream I had, every thought that came into my mind was occupied by Sharon. I relived every second from when I saw her sun bathing on her deck, driving in my truck with her bare feet on my dashboard, the way she shocked the hell out of my friends, walking onto the beach with her, and how delicious her lips and her body tasted in my mouth. Her kisses tasted like nothing I had ever had before in my life, it was deep and passionate, not clumsy or unsure like the girls I've dated before. It was the kiss of a woman.

Friday night my mom told me that she and my father were going up to the city with some friends of theirs for dinner and a show. They knew they were probably going to overdo it at the restaurant and were booking a hotel room, so they may not be back till late Sunday night. I couldn't believe my luck. This was going to work out better than I'd planned. I'd still do as Sharon asked and park my car down the street to preserve her modesty and dignity. By the time Saturday night came I was more than ready to go. I'd showered, shaved, even put on a little cologne I only wore for when I had to go to weddings or other formal occasions.

It was about 10 o'clock. Sharon had a guest bedroom down the hall and its window looked right out at mine. She told me to look for a signal to know when to come over. When I looked out the window I saw one of those electric candles people put in their windows at Christmas time, only this one had a little red bulb in it. That had to be it. That had to be her telling me she was ready. My mother grew Gerber Daisies in the backyard and I remember Sharon complimenting them when my parents had invited her over a few weeks back. I picked one and brought it with me. I parked my truck three blocks away just to be safe than walked into her backyard and up the deck to the screen door. There was a single candle burning on the glass top coffee table she kept in her sunroom.

I opened the door quietly. "Sharon?" There was no answer. I stepped inside and listened. I thought I heard something down the hall, but I wasn't sure. I stepped through the sliding glass door which lead me into the house, it was unlocked, too. "Sharon?" I said again, a little louder. I listened again and heard what sounded like Jazz music, playing very softly. I stepped into the kitchen and there was another candle burning on the counter. Okay, this was some kind of game she was playing, I'd heard about these. I made my way into the living room, a little surer about things now, and very curious. On her living room coffee table she had another candle burning, another on either of the end tables near the couch, four on top of the fireplace mantle, and two down on the marble in front of the fireplace itself. Sitting on the couch in front of me, her legs curled under her was Sharon. My sureness about what may happen had quickly faded and I was more nervous than I had ever been about anything in my life. A part of me was telling myself to turn around and go home before I make a fool of myself. Another was telling me this was all in the bag and all I needed to do was march over there and collect what was mine. And a third was telling me to just leave all my expectations behind, let whatever happens happen. I decided to take the latter advice.

"Hello, Jake," I heard her whisper from the couch. Her stereo was on and she had some soft music playing, a jazz saxophone from what it sounded like.

'Oh my God,' I thought. I stepped across the threshold into her living room; it felt like my legs were moving on their accord instead of any command of mine. 

"Come sit next to me," she said and patted the couch cushion next to her. 

I looked at her, studied her, I wanted to memorize every inch of her. She was wearing a pair of small red boy shorts and a black necklace halter-top that showed off her shoulders. I opened my mouth but nothing came out. I was dumbstruck. I had to say something, anything.

"Ha... Happy Birthday," was all I could muster. I presented her with the daisy and sat next to her. 

She smiled and her eyes brightened. "Thank you," she said taking the flower and smelling its perfume. "So pretty."

"So are you," I blurted out. Oh God, why did you say that? I thought. I wanted to reach into the air, grab hold of those words and pull them back into my mouth. 

"And you're very handsome," she said back, looking at me through half open dreamy eyes.

I cracked a crooked smile. Okay, I guess it wasn't such a bad thing to say.

After that I didn't know what I was going to do next. Do I lean over and kiss her? Talk to her? Hell, I didn't even know what to say. Just jump her right there? I had no clue what my next move should be.

Sharon sniffed the flower once more, than looked at me curiously. "Are you okay? You seem really tense," she said and rubbed her hand across my shoulder. Her touch was like electricity. "Here, let me rub your shoulders. You've been working so hard for me, I'd never even thought you might be sore." She shifted onto her knees and turned to face me. When she moved I could see her breasts swing and jiggle under her shirt and the outline of her nipples against the silky fabric, she wasn't wearing a bra; oh thank you GOD!!! "Turn a little." She made a circling motion with her finger and pointed for me to give her my back. I turned and she laid her small hands on my shoulders and began to give me a massage. I immediately felt my entire body go slack as she began kneading the tops of my shoulders and the back of my neck. God, it felt so fucking good.

"Wow, you are tense." She leaned into me and started to massage a little harder. I could feel her tits brush against the back of my head each time she pushed her body into her rubbing. I involuntarily let out a moan of pleasure.

"Feel good," she asked.

"Oh yeah," I answered.

"Be right back." She jumped off the couch and ran down the hall. Even though it was dark I could see how perfectly the boy shorts framed her ass. When she came back she had a bottle of lotion. Her breasts jiggled even more when she walked back into the room, she was absolutely hypnotic.

She resumed her place behind me. "Take off your shirt," she said tugging at my collar. I slipped it off while she put some lotion in her hands. Suddenly I felt a tickling against the back of my neck and than heard her sniff very gently. "Are you wearing cologne?" she asked.

"Umm... yeah, just a little," I said. I was always worried about putting too much on and smelling like one of those guys who smelled like they bathed in the stuff. "Mmmm, smells nice. It's not overpowering." My smile spread so far across my face I could feel my cheeks start to hurt from being stretched. She started rubbing my shoulders again, her hands gliding over my skin, gripping my muscles and making little circles with her palms. "Jesus, you're so solid. Are you even feeling this?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm feeling it. It's awesome," I said, relaxing at her touch.

"Well, you work so hard for me. You deserve it," she said softly in my ear and hugged me around the neck. I could feel those two huge breasts squash against my back. Her body felt so hot against me. I reached up and gently caressed one of her arms and turned my head slightly to look at her. She looked back down at me with a sly little smile on her beautiful face. I couldn't resist, I leaned in and kissed her. She returned my kiss, one of her hands resting on my cheek. I opened my mouth and my tongue snaked into her mouth, she met me with her tongue and they began to dance around each other. She tasted so sweet, I couldn't get enough of her. I turned and reached taking her around the waist and lifted her onto my lap.

"Oh," she said with a note of surprise and a smile. We began kissing again, passionately and deeply. Sharon had her hand on the back of my head like she had no intentions of letting me go as he tongue probed the inside of my mouth. I still couldn't believe that I was kissing this incredibly sexy, beautiful, voluptuous woman, or that she was letting me kiss her. When I'd kissed past girlfriends it had always been great, and they were always extremely enthusiastic about it. This was different somehow; maybe it was the whole idea that Sharon was seen as forbidden to me by the rest of the world. Maybe it was that I had been so infatuated with her since I met her. I couldn't explain it, all I knew was that for the time being she was all mine, and I would gladly give myself over to her. 

I let my hand trail down her back to her ass and began to caress and squeeze one of her plump cheeks. I got a little ballsy and gave her a little spank. She squealed a bit, but never broke our kiss.

I had to taste more of her. I moved away from her lips and began to plant small little kisses along her jaw line, than down her neck. She started to breath more deeply. "Oh, Jake," she whispered between breaths, her fingers running through my hair. Up and down I kissed her neck, running the tip of my tongue up her throat and nibbling back along her jaw line. The fact that she loved it was really turning me on.

She than pulled away from me and sat up than pushed my shoulders against the back of the couch. She shifted in my lap and straddled me, my already rock hard cock pressed against the material covering her pussy. I could feel the heat of her snatch even through my shorts. She looked me in the eyes. "My turn," she said and began kissing me hard. Now that she was in control it was like another side of her had come to life. It was like she was trying to devour me, drain the life from me through her kisses. She held my face in her hands as her tongue probed deep into my mouth. She ground her pussy against my cock rocking her hips back and forth as she began to dry hump me. I slipped my hands under her loose necklace halter and slid up her tummy so I could cup those two gloriously huge breasts. 

Sharon broke our kiss and sat back before I could reach those two fleshy globes. My hands were still resting on her tummy, not quite getting to my prize, yet. She just looked at me for a moment, than she bit her lower lip and smiled playfully. "Are these what you want?" She grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head, in that sexy way women know how to take off their shirts, and tossed it to the floor. My eyes almost fell out of my head, and my hands slid from her tummy and fell to my side. While she had given me the chance to play with one of her tits when we were on the beach, and it was absolutely beautiful to see, this was different. Here, Sharon Meltzer, the woman I had been lusting over for the past 2 months was straddling my lap topless. Her two D-cup breasts right in front of my face, her nipples slightly hard and pointing at me like they were begging to be played with and sucked on.

"Oh, my God, Sharon," I said breathlessly.

She smiled. "You like them?" than shook her shoulders a bit and made those two heavenly bodies jiggle and shake ever so slightly, but enough to make me have to catch my breath.

"God, yes! They're absolutely beautiful. You're beautiful," I said looking from her tits to her face.

"Well, come and get 'em," she said as she slid her hands up over her tummy and cupped her heavy tits, lifting them up and letting them fall. She reached up and pulled her hair up with her hands and showed me her whole body. "They're all yours."

That was all the encouragement I needed. I tried to contain myself, but found myself launching at her, wrapping my arms around her waist and burying my face in between her cleavage, losing myself in her tits. I heard her laugh as she wrapped her arms around my head and hugged me even tighter to her body as I tried to suffocate myself between her breasts. The natural perfume of her skin was making me so drunk on her, I read about guys getting like that from books and movies, but I had always thought it was just over exaggeration or just a writer's imagination. Now, I understood what they meant, I got it. I reluctantly pulled my face free from her and took a deep breath. I looked up and saw her biting her lower lip and smiling at the same time. I reached up and took one of her left tit in my hand, her nipple was literally two inches from my face. I had to stare at it for, memorize it, drink in every contour of it.

"What's wrong?" she asked at my hesitation.

"Absolutely nothing. I just wanted to drink every detail of this perfect breast so it's the most vivid memory in my head," I said. Than before she could respond I planted my lips over it and sucked it into my mouth. Her only answer was a gasp as my lips pursed tightly around her nipple and began to suck. I let my tongue dance over her nipple and swirl around it, I could feel it growing harder and harder in my mouth with each passing swipe of my tongue. Sharon was moaning and her breathing was becoming deeper and deeper. I would form a tight seal over her nipple and suck in as deeply as I could than slowly pull my head away stretching her nipple a bit till it popped from my lips. I glanced up at her and saw her eyes closed and she was biting her on one of her fingers than sucking it into her mouth. WOW! If that wasn't a signal of things to come! I continued to suck and lick and than nibble on her nipples, making them as red as cherries and as hard as the pits inside them. Than I sat back and just let my hands fondle and squeeze them, watching the soft, warm flesh mold and knead in my hands.

Sharon opened her eyes and looked down at me, panting a little with a naughty little smile. "I take it you're a breast man, than?"

"What was your first clue?" I answered pinching her nipples enough to make her jump and squeak a little.

Sharon began to rock back and forth slightly on my lap, grinding her pussy against my cock. "Mmmm, feels like someone's going to rip his shorts," she said bucking a little harder.

"Uh huh," I said, loving the feeling of her dry humping me.

She slid back a little and ran her hand up and down the length of my rod. "Looks like you may be more than a handful."

"Takes one to know one," I said squeezing her tits again.

She laughed. "Let's take a look, than." She popped the button on my shorts and unzipped the fly. She stopped for a second and gave me a look, one eyebrow lifted. "Really? No boxers? Someone was confident of himself tonight."

"Says the woman who didn't wear a bra," I retorted.

Sharon giggled that adorable little giggle. "Touché," she said, than slid my shorts off. As soon as my shorts slid past my cock it sprang up like a catapult. She grabbed hold of the shaft of my cock than stopped for a moment and stared at it, her eyes going up and down the length. The feeling of those little fingers wrapped around me was heavenly. "Oh, Jake, I have a feeling you are going to make a lot of women very happy with this."

"Well, right now, I only want to make one woman happy with it," I said.

"I have no doubt you will," she said, never taking her eyes off it. She slid off my lap and down onto the floor till she was kneeling in front of me, never taking her hand off my cock. She began to stroke me slowly, up and down the entire length of my rod. Mother Fuck! She looked so sexy. "God, it's so thick, I can't even get my hand all the way around it."

"I thought it was length that mattered to women," I said. That had always been a concern of mine, like most guys, that my cock wasn't long enough to please a woman.

"Mmm mmm," Sharon shook her head. "No, it's girth that does it," she looked up at me. "You need thickness if you really wanna fill her up and make her come. And, you... you are plenty thick," she said wagging my cock left and right.

I felt like a dog that had just been praised; if had a tail it would be wagging up a storm. I don't care how old you are, anytime a woman compliments something about you, you are going to feel like you are ten feet tall.

Sharon continued to stroke my cock slowly, her eyes still locked on me with a mischievous grin. She moved her face closer to my cock and slowly dragged her tongue up the length of my cock. It felt incredible, every nerve in my body was firing on overdrive and it felt like I was on the biggest high of my life. She flicked the tip of her tongue over the very tip of the head and then down a little and tickled the frenulum under the head of my cock. 

"Ah... gah...!" Now it was my turn to jump a little.

Sharon laughed wickedly at my spasms and continued to play around a minute more. Than she moved her head up and swallowed my cock in one gulp. As soon as I felt my cock pass between those warm lips and into her hot, wet, waiting mouth I thought I might explode right there that second. She slid her mouth down as far as she could, her lips stretched around my cock and held me there for a few seconds than came up quickly and let me slip out of her mouth with a slurp. It was so fucking sexy to see this beautiful woman let my cock slip out between her lips. She gasped a little and took a deep breath, than wasted no time in gobbling up my knob once more and began to slowly fuck my penis with her mouth. Up and down she went, sucking me off, her tongue sliding and circling around the head each time she came to the top. After a minute or two she began to pick up the pace and fell into a rhythm as she bobbed her head up and down. She had a hold of the shaft with one hand and began to stroke me with little circular motions as she sucked my cock. God, it was heavenly, I could feel my heart pound in my chest, and my eyes roll back in my head. I felt her mouth slip of my cock again and when I looked down her head had disappeared. I was than greeted by the feeling of that same mouth sucking one of my balls into it and her tongue swirling around it.

"Oh, my God, Sharon," I called out reflexively. That was a new one for me. Her hand continued to stroke my cock and I felt my one testicle pop out of her mouth than the other one slurp in. Holy fuck, did she know what she was doing. She let my other ball slip out of her mouth than she dragged her tongue all the way back up my shaft and than swallow my cock again. This time there was no playing around; she stood up on her knees and bobbed her head up and down over my cock, fucking me with her mouth. I slid her hair to one side; I had to watch her devour my cock into that sexy mouth of hers. Up and down, up and down she went sucking and slurping without any hesitation or modesty. She popped off of it again and looked me in the eye, "God, I love sucking your cock." Her face was soft and her voice was a sexy whisper, than she dove back down and gobbled it up once again. Up and down, her pace quickened as she continued to suck. I could feel my balls tightening and I knew I was going to come soon. God it felt so good, I tried to hold back just so I could feel her mouth on me a little longer.

"Sharon, I'm gonna come," I groaned.

She didn't stop.

"Sharon... I'm gonna cum," I said through gritted teeth.

She quickened her pace and I felt the suction in her mouth tighten.

"Oh God, Sharon, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum! I'm... gonna..." I felt my load blow and I exploded inside her waiting mouth. She stopped bobbing her head but kept sucking and her hand continued to stroke my shaft.

"OH GOOODDD! AAAAHHHHHH FUUUCK!" I shouted as I came, her hand and mouth urging me on. Her hand stopped and I felt her mouth clamp onto the head of my cock as she swallowed my whole load. She slid up off my head and let my cock head slowly slip out between her tight lips.

"Mmmm, that was nice," she said, than tickled the head of my cock with her tongue.

"Ah, Hah, Guh," I said as a wave of sensation, the equivalent to sticking your finger in a light socket, shot through me.

Sharon laughed at me. "Little sensitive?" she cooed.




Sharon Ch. 02



"Yeah," I panted. "Don't... don't do that," I said.

She laughed again.

"I... I tried not to come, but... you just wouldn't stop," I said.

"Mmmm hmmm," she said petting my softening cock like it was her little pet. "I had to make sure I got my reward."

I just stared at her. Any girl who blew me either spit it out or just let it shoot everywhere and make a mess. Sharon took it all and seemed to love it.

She stood up in front of me and turned to walk away. She stopped a few feet away from me, slipped her fingers into the waistband of her shorts, and peeled them off of her revealing her two ass cheeks that looked like they had been made from porcelain. She bent over to push them all the way down and I saw her pussy lips peek out from between her legs. She stood there a moment longer running her hands through her long brown hair and turned to face me. Her perfect hourglass figure was something an artist would give his life to paint. From her chestnut hair, down to her two (from what I could guess were) 38 D breasts, her tummy with a slight little bulge to it, her curvy hips, and her little pussy with a small patch of hair just over the top of her slit, she was in every small detail, a beautiful, sexy woman.

"I'm going to bed," she said and headed towards the hall, with a sexy swing to her walk. She stopped before she entered it and looked over her shoulder, her hair tossed to the side when she turned her head. "You coming?"

I stared at her for a second and than launched to me feet and charged her. She screamed a little when I reached her and swept her up off her feet and into my arms to carry her down the hall. "God, I wasn't expecting you to move that fast."

"I have a beautiful naked woman asking me if I'm coming with her to her bed. You really expect me to waste time?" I asked rhetorically.

"You keep saying that. Do you really think I'm beautiful?" she asked me as we stepped into her room, again candles burning all around it. Her face became soft and almost scared as she let herself be vulnerable with her question.

"Sharon, I have not been able to get you out of my head since I met you. You occupy every thought I have, and the image of your face, your body, your walk, your laugh, the way you say my name, all of it is burned into my mind. I think you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and in my mind will ever see," I said pouring every thought I had about her out into the open for her to take in.

She just looked at me, her mouth open a little, and for the first time since I had met her, Sharon Meltzer was speechless. Her face moved close to mine and kissed me, not just an "I want you now" kind of kiss. This was soft, full of emotion, and need.

"Jake, make love to me, now," she said as she pulled her lips a fraction of an inch away from me. I walked closer to the bed and began to kiss her again, our tongues wrestling each other and exploring the others mouth. I stood there just holding her in my arms, enjoying the feeling of naked body against me. She broke the kiss and stared at me with a smile. She looked down at my chest than back into my eyes. "You're so strong. I bet you could hold me forever."

"I could try," I said. Her smile widened. "But, if I did, I wouldn't be able to put you down on this bed and fuck you like you deserve." Her eyes got an excited gleam to them and she nodded a yes. I laid her down on the bed and than laid next to her where I continued to kiss and caress her body. I slowly kissed down her chin than her neck, over the top of her chest and down over one of her tits where I sucked and nibbled her nipple once more, just to get her motor running. I continued to kiss down over her the flesh of her tummy down over her pierced navel and the gentle little slope that lead me down to the little patch of hair she had over her pussy. She had spread her legs wide open for me to settle between exposing her creamy thighs. I kissed and nibbled on the soft tender flesh of her thighs that lead up to her pussy lips. Her breathing was coming in deep heaving breaths and I could see that her pussy was already getting wet. I could smell her natural musk and it was drawing me in, we both wanted this, and badly.

I wet my fingers, like I had seen in the pornos I'd watched (who said never use a dry finger on a pussy), and spread her pussy lips apart, and staring me right in the face was her pink, already puffy, clit. I licked my tongue up her pussy, until I felt her clit under it and I felt her body shudder underneath me. Just like her nipple I swirled my tongue around it, the taste of her pussy juice mixing in my mouth, she was so sweet. I pursed my lips and very gently and began to suck on her clit.

"Ooooh," she began to moan. "Jake, that feels so good. Oh, God, suck on my clit." The sounds of her moans and the feeling of her fingers running through my hair as I ate her pussy was all the encouragement I needed. I wet my two fingers and slid them into her pussy gently finger fucking her than went back to sucking on her clit and swirling my tongue around the tender little button. 

"Ooooh JJJAAAAKKKKEEEEE," she squealed. Her hips began to gently buck towards me, trying to fuck my face and my fingers. She tasted so good in my mouth, and my cock had grown hard again while I was eating her pussy. I felt like I could stay down here forever licking her sweet little pussy. No sooner had I finished that thought when her hands grabbed my face and lifted my up from her snatch. She sat up and crawled towards me kissing me hard and desperately, licking her own juices off my lips. I'd heard of girls who did this, but she was the first I saw do it.

"You need to fuck me, right now. I need your cock inside me," she gasped.

I climbed up to my knees. I'll admit, I wish I could've kept my face planted in her pussy a little longer, but I couldn't wait to slip my cock into that tight pussy. Sharon rolled onto her stomach and stuck her ass up at me, her pussy pointing right at my cock. God, I she was so hot. I crawled closer, she shook her ass a little anticipating me penetrating her pussy with excitement. As soon as I was close enough her little hand snuck up between her legs and grabbed my cock, directing it right to her pussy lips and slipping my head right between her slick waiting lips. I grabbed her hips and let her guide me the rest of the way in, who was I to argue, than pushed forward with hips sliding my cock all the way to its base, burying myself inside her.

"OOOOHHHH, FUCK," we said in unison, than laughed at each other. Her pussy was so tight and so hot, I felt like I was in a velvet vice. I slid back out of her until only my head was left inside her, than slid all the way back in.

"Oh, God, Jake, you feel so fucking good inside me," Sharon moaned.

I slid my cock back out, than back in, her slick juices coating the shaft. I slowly began to pick up the pace fucking her pussy like I had always dreamed I would. "Oh, yeah, that's it, baby," she urged me on.

My rhythm pick up as I pounded her pussy, burying my cock with each thrust, my hips slapping against her ass cheeks and making them shake each time I fucked into her.

"Oh! God! Oh! God! Oh! God!" she cried out with each thrust, almost like my cock was pushing the words out of her. I reached around and grabbed hold of her tits than lifted her up so she was kneeling in font of me, my cock still in her pussy. I squeezed and fondled her tits, burying my face in her neck and kissing her.

"Oh Sharon, I love how your tits feel in my hands. And your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock," I moaned into her neck.

"It's all yours, baby. You do whatever you want with them, they're all yours," she said reaching a hand back and running her fingers through my hair.

I slid my cock out of her and turned her around than shoved her down onto her back. I grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide apart. I stopped for a few seconds and just stared down at her.

"You like what you see? You like staring at my pussy?" she asked. Her hand slid down and began rubbing her clit, her fingers going in little circles over it, masturbating for me. "Mmmm, you like watching me play with my pussy? I'll play with it for you. I'll rub my clit for you, while you fuck me, baby." I grabbed my cock and slid it back inside her pussy and continued to fuck her, a little slower this time while I watched her rub and play with her clit. God, it was so sexy to watch her do that as my cock slid in and out of her. "Oh baby, oh baby, you are fucking me so good."

I grabbed hold of her legs and put them up on my shoulders than leaned over her so I was looking her in the eyes. I was in a push up position and began to slam my hips down onto the back of her thighs, driving my cock into her pussy hard and fast. Each time I thrust into her our thighs slapped against each other. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh! Jesus! Christ! Fuck! Me! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! YOU SON OF A BITCH! FUCK ME!"

"Ngh! Ngh! Ngh!" I grunted between gritted teeth. Our bodies both coated with sweat. The bed springs crying for mercy under my assault on Sharon's pussy.

"Oh, God! Jake, I'm gonna come! Don't stop, please don't stop! I'm almost there!" she screamed.

My hips kept pounding, shoving my cock in as deep as it would go. I looked down at her, her face a mask of pure ecstasy as she moaned and whined in pleasure. "OOOOHHHH, JJAAAAAKKKKEEEE!!!! OOOHHHHHHH!!!!!" Sharon's pussy clamped onto me. In the midst of her orgasm her nails dug into my shoulders and felt like she was actually penetrating the skin. I kept fucking her all the way through her orgasm; my cock began to make slurping sounds as it was coated with her pussy juices. Her legs slid off me and we fell into a missionary position, her legs wrapped around me as if to say, "I got you and you aren't going anywhere!"

It wasn't much longer when I felt my own climax getting close. "Oh Jeez, Sharon, I'm gonna come!" I groaned.

"Come inside me! It's okay, I'm on the pill," she said.

I started thrusting even harder. I could feel my balls tighten up again. The look on my face told her I was about to explode.

"Come on, baby! Fuck that pussy! Fuck me!" God, I loved hearing her talk dirty like that. "You gonna come for me? Huh? You gonna come inside my tight little pussy?"

That was all I needed! "OOOHHH, SHHAAAARRROOONNNN!" I yelled. I came inside her, my cock exploding like a shotgun. I gripped onto her and bucked my hips, shoving my cock into her in short hard little thrusts. Her legs and her arms holding me tight as I came hard.

"Oh, fuck, baby!" Sharon said as her pussy clamped tight again. "OOOOHHHHH SSSHHHHIIIITTTT!!!" she screamed as she came again. That was totally unexpected. I didn't realize I had brought her to another orgasm. 

Sharon laid there for a second trying to catch her breath, I could fell her body still shivering a bit underneath me. "Mmmm," she moaned. "Oooohh... God! Happy Birthday to me!" She squeezed her arms and legs around me giving me a full body hug that felt so incredible. On her face she wore a satisfied little smile that I don't think anything could've wiped off. "The feeling of you coming inside me just sent me over the edge, again," she said.

"Yeah, happy birthday," I said and gently kissed her on the lips. "That was fucking awesome."

She lifted her head and kissed me back. "Well, catch your breath and let me up."

I rolled off of her, my spent cock slipping out of her dripping wet pussy. I watched her roll off the bed and head towards the door. "I'm going to get us some water. You rest up."

"Rest up?" I asked.

"Yeah. Don't think you're finished here tonight. I'm 30 years old now, the beginning of my sexual peak, and my working man has a lot more work to do tonight." With that she turned and marched her sexy ass out of the bedroom.

'Holy Shit,' I thought. 'I guess it does pay to be neighborly.'



Sharon Ch. 03



The sensation felt so good. So warm and wet from something slithering around that just tickled in the most pleasing way. My eyes fluttered open and I moaned with satisfaction. I looked down at my waist and saw a head crowned with the most beautiful chestnut hair as it bobbed up and down on my cock. The gentle slurping and sucking sounds were like music to accompany this incredibly sexy sight. I looked over at the alarm clock and it read 8:17 am.

"Well, good morning," I said.

Sharon lifted her head up off my cock with a loud slurp and looked at me, a slutty little smile decorating her face. "Morning," she said.

"You enjoying yourself down there?" I asked putting a hand behind my head for a better view.

"I wanted you up," she said sounding like a spoiled little teenager. Her hand stroking up and down my cock, her other hand massaging my balls.

"Well, you've accomplished that," I said. "Please don't stop on my account."

She smiled and hungrily swallowed my cock again. Most of our night had been nothing but great sex that had been interrupted by occasional bouts of sleep in each others arms or sprawled across each other. It was sex like I'd never had before. More than just two people lying together and pounding away at each other. It was an enjoyment and an excitement that came from discovering someone else's body by licking and sucking all of their hidden sensitive areas. Through letting our hands explore each other, telling the other what felt good, and showing each other what we liked. Sharon knew what she wanted when it came to sex. She loved being put in different positions, having her hair pulled, her arms pinned down by the wrists or behind her back while she was fucked. She loved being turned onto her side and one leg put up on my shoulder. She said it felt so good when I could get in that deep. Sharon could get so into her love making that she could even be "fucked stupid", she'd let herself go so much that her words would make absolutely no sense at all. I got a little confused the first time I heard it and it threw me off my game for a second, but that turned out to be a blessing because it made me last long enough to give her another orgasm. Sharon was an absolute whore in bed who loved to be manhandled, but wasn't afraid to take the lead as well, which made it just amazing.

While she continued to give me one of her amazing blowjobs I saw how her body was angled to mine. I reached down under her tummy and between her legs to feel the soft folds of her pussy lips, than smiled since it was in easy reach. I pulled my hand back to wet my fingers and felt her grab my wrist. She lifted her mouth off my cock and sucked my index and middle fingers into her mouth sloppily and loudly. When she pulled them out they were soaked with her spit. "My mouth was already wet, so I thought I'd give you a hand," she said than threw herself back onto my cock.

"Ah, fuck," I said as my cock was once again surrounded by her warm mouth and snaking tongue.

I reached back under her and began to stroke up and down her smooth pussy lips. She was so relaxed it didn't take but a few seconds for them to part so my fingers could slither inside. She was already wet from sucking my cock. I slipped my fingers in and began exploring inside than trailed up to her clit and began circling the tip of my middle finger over the tip. I could hear her moan in satisfaction as she kept sucking my engorged dick. I took both slick fingers and gently rolled her clit between them. Sharon squeaked in shock and pleasure. The first time I'd done this earlier in the night she jumped as if she'd touched the prong on a light socket. Apparently it still surprised her, but she was a bit more prepared for it. We continued to play with each other for a few more minutes until she slurped off my cock and looked up at me. 

"God, I need your cock inside me." She looked at me like she was about to eat me alive.

She climbed on top of me and swung her body around so her ass was pointed at my face, than reached down for my cock and slipped it into her soaking wet pussy. I was so slick from her sucking me I just glided right inside her folds. Sharon settled down onto my hips and began to rock her hips back and forth. I could feel the walls of her pussy grip and release me as she flexed her muscles. We both moaned at how wonderful it felt. I watched her work her body on my cock in fascination. When she rocked forward towards my feet I could see my cock sliding out of her tight little snatch than disappear as she came back up to me. I reached out and grabbed hold of her hips and began helping her as she fucked me, pushing her forward till just the head of my cock was inside her, than pulling her back harder so it would spear her deeply.

"Oh, God," she moaned. She began matching my rhythm and force. It wasn't long until her ass cheeks were slapping against my pelvis each time she came down. I reached up and smacked one of those glorious round globes, the sound of the crack of my hand on her cheek filled the room followed by an "Aaaah" from her. Naturally I couldn't leave out the other one, so I generously gave her a matching set. I grabbed both cheeks and shook them both than spread them apart which gave an even better view of my cock disappearing into her pussy.

My eyes became transfixed on her puckered little ass ring when a thought occurred to me. I wet my middle finger and pressed it against her little butt hole until it popped inside her.

Sharon gasped. "What are you...? Who taught you to do that?" Her rhythm faltered a little but she never stopped riding me.

"No one, I was just looking at it and..."

"And, thought it'd be fun to goose me while I'm riding your cock?" she asked.

"Mmmm hmmmm," I responded. It bears mentioning that I still had my finger in her ass during this whole exchange and she never told me to take it out.

Sharon kept riding me for a few more minutes. "Well, are you going to go deeper or are you just going to leave it at the first knuckle?"

I had no words. I actually felt a surge go through my body when I heard those words and it made me lightheaded for a second. Eagerly I began to push my finger deeper inside her ass, however it may have been a bit too eagerly at first.

"Oh, oh, wait a second, not so fast," she said and stopped riding me. "Go slowly, let me get used to you. You can't just drive in on me. Here, wait a second." She reached back and pulled my finger from her ass than climbed off me. She crawled over to her end table and pulled out a small white tube than squeezed some of its contents onto my finger. "A little KY always goes a long way." She tossed the bottle onto the bed next to her and put herself in doggy with her head on her pillows and her ass sticking up in the air. "Come here, little horn dog. I got a feeling this is brand new territory for you, so do exactly what I tell you and I promise your going to love every second of it."

I got up on my knees and positioned myself behind her.

"First thing," she said than reached between her legs and grabbed hold of my cock. "No reason he should get cold," than slid me back into her pussy. My hips instinctively began to gently fuck her again. "Mmmm, there you go. Now, grab the bottle of KY and squirt a little onto my asshole, than slowly start to work it in." I did as I was told and gently began to push my finger inside her ass feeling the lube slide in with it. It was so tight and small. I could hear her moaning and I wasn't sure if she was enjoying it or if I was hurting her.

"Is this okay, do you want me to stop?" I asked.

"No, no, it just takes a couple minutes for me to relax and get used to you," she said. "Just keep going at this pace, don't go any faster."

I continued sliding my finger in and out of her ass. I figured it might be a good idea to squeeze a little more lube onto her ass to make it easier for her. Another quarter size drop and my finger was gliding in and out with ease. Sharon began to moan louder as my cock slid in and out of her pussy and my finger slid in and out of her ass. I was completely transfixed on the sight in front of me. "Oh, my God, Sharon, this is awesome," I said sounding like a dorky teenager.

"You like it, baby?" she asked.

"Oh yeah," I said.

"I know what'll feel even more awesome," she said.

"What?"

"Your cock fucking my ass," she said as she looked back at me over her shoulder.

I stopped in my tracks and stared at her. "Really?"

"Come on, it's all lubed up and ready for you," she said. Her hands reached back and grabbed her ass cheeks spreading them apart even further. "It's all yours."

A flood of emotions hit me like a tsunami. Excitement, fear, surprise; I was completely overcome. Sharon must have noticed what I was feeling from the look on my face. She reached back and slid my cock out of her pussy and positioned it right between her ass cheeks. "Come on, you got me all ready for you, you can't leave me with only the feeling of a skinny little finger in there. Fuck my ass with that thick cock of yours."

It was like I was in a trance. I grabbed my cock and pressed the head against her ass ring. It was so lubed up and my cock was so covered in her pussy juices it just slipped right inside.

"Oooh," Sharon cried out. "That was... a little more than I was expecting."

"You want me to-"

"Shut up and keep going," she moaned.

I slowly kept working my cock into her ass, sliding in and out at what felt like a centimeter at a time. I was trying to be careful not to hurt her, but the feel of her tight ass clamped around the shaft of my cock was like a drug and I wanted more. My hips rocked back and forth, back and forth, making more and more of my cock disappear into her ass. Slowly I began gliding in and out of her as she finally relaxed enough to take me. Sharon's pussy was absolutely amazing, but her ass was so tight it felt indescribable. The sight of that tight little hole swallowing my cock, her two smooth porcelain ass cheeks jiggling and shaking each time my body pounded into her, it was almost too much. She moaned and whined and grunted with each thrust.

"Oh, fuck, Jake, you're cock is buried so deep in my ass," she whimpered. Her words were like a cheering section. "How do you like your first time being in a woman's ass?" she asked looking back at me.

"How'd you know it was my first time?" Her question made me stop.

"It wasn't that hard to tell," she said with a smile. "Now," she turned back and laid her head back down on the pillow, "do you want to continue this conversation, or are you going to get back to pounding my ass?"

I smiled, grabbed hold of her hips and thrust myself into her again. Sharon let out an "Ugh" as I buried myself all the way to my balls in her ass. "Oh, fuck, that's more like it. That's your ass, you fuck it the way you want to fuck it."

I reached forward and grabbed a handful of her hair than pulled her head up. "Oh, yeah," she said. My hand came down hard on her ass cheek with a loud smack. She yelped but didn't say a word about it being too hard. She was enjoying this as much as I was. I quickly became lost in our rhythmic fucking. I began to feel a slight undulating sensation beneath me, a circular motion. She'd started playing with her clit while I was ass fucking her and she began to moan louder. 

"Ah, Jake you feel so good in my ass." 

"Oh shit," I muttered. I was quickly getting close. "You are so tight. I'm going to come."

"Come in my ass, baby," she whined.

That was it. As soon as she said that I couldn't hold back any longer. I grabbed hold of her hips and thrusted my cock deep into her ass as I shot my load. "OH, FUCK," I cried out. "SHIT! AAAAHHHHH GOD! FUCK!"

I could still feel her playing with her pussy underneath me. Her moans became louder and her body began to tremble. "Ooooh, oh Jake. Oh, fuck. OOOOOHHHHH, OOOOHHHHHH, AAAAHHHH! I'M CUMMMMMMIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG!" Her screams were like music. God she was so sexual, so beautiful, and right here and now she was mine. All of her, she was mine.

When she finally came down from her high, I slid my cock out of her ass and fell back onto the bed. "Holy shit! That was... I never felt..."

Sharon was breathing heavy as she crawled over and laid on top of me. "You didn't know how tight a woman's ass can be?"

"Yeah," I said looking up at the ceiling.

"And, did you like fucking my ass?" she said.

"God, yes," I said.

"Good, cause I don't want it to be the last time you do," she said.

I couldn't help the smile that crossed my lips. Sharon was drawing me in in such a way that I didn't want to pull away from her. I'd never been in love before, so I was wondering if this was what it felt like.

Sharon lifted her head and looked at the clock. "You need to get going, your parents are going to be home soon and this won't look good if they see you coming home from here."

I let out a sigh. She was right. "Damn," I said hitting the bed.

"Oh, it's not that bad," she said. She climbed off the bed and held out her hand to me. "Come on, let's go shower."

"Shower?" My head perked up.

"Yeah, shower. Don't need you going home smelling of sweat and sex. Besides," she said taking my hand and lifting me off the bed. "I think you have another one left in you." She grabbed my now soft cock and lead my toward the door.

"Maybe leaving won't be so bad, especially with a send off like this," I said, as I let her lead me by my cock which quickly grew in her hand.



It had been two days since that incredible night with Sharon. Part of me still couldn't believe that it had happened. I remembered how it felt walking out of her house that morning, like I was lightheaded, drained, and more content with the world than I had ever been. That may have also been because she gave me a blowjob before I left her house. She asked me how far my truck was from her house. I told her it was about 5 blocks. "That far?" she asked. "A man could get real horny walking 5 blocks," she said getting on her knees in front of me. "Maybe this'll take the edge off." And with that she whipped out my cock and started sucking. Christ, I don't think I've ever met a woman who was as cock crazy as she was. She was wrong though. All I could think about was her lips wrapped around my dick the whole time I was walking, which only got me horny again. Damn her.

I wasn't supposed to go back to her place until the middle of the week and we agreed to stay away from each other just to keep any suspicion down. Those were the worst two days of my life so far. Every waking moment she occupied my thoughts. Seeing her curvaceous naked body, the feel of her silky skin against me, the lingering taste of her lips and her pussy on my mouth, and the sounds of her voice and moans as we fucked. It made each day seem like a year. We'd see each other in passing, if one of us were leaving for work or walking outside for some kind of errand. I'd purposely take Shadow for an extra long walk and take my time as I passed her house. We'd wave to each other, say a casual hi, how are you, which only made it that much worse for me. If it was bothering her, she didn't show it, she was totally cool.

I came home Wednesday night to the sounds of female laughter in my kitchen. When I walked inside I saw Sharon sitting at the kitchen table talking with my mother and laughing about something. My heart nearly stopped as a wave of panic rose in my chest. What was she doing here? What was going on?

"Oh, hey sweetie," my mom said.

"Hi, Jake," Sharon said.

"Hey." I looked from one woman to the other. "What's going on?" I tried to maintain a mask of aloofness, but I was insanely curious as to why Sharon was here. She was wearing a denim shirt that was frayed at the bottom and a plain red t-shirt that wasn't tight, but clung to her form in way that made me jealous. The coup de grace was the wedge sandals she had on that showed off her beautifully painted red toenails. Even in a relaxed outfit, she looked too damn sexy for words.

"Nothing, your boss here was just telling me about how hard you've been working for her," my mom said.

"Was she?" I said and looked at Sharon.

"Just bragging a little on how good my house looks, now, thanks to you," Sharon said.

"Yes, she says she's surprised that you even came back after how hard she worked you," my mom said.

"Well, what can I say. I've got a lot of stamina." I tried not to look at Sharon with a lustful leer. She simply cleared her throat and crossed her legs.

"Good, cause I've got another project for you," Sharon said. "I just stopped over to see if it was okay with your mom if I stole you again. I didn't want to occupy too much of your time, especially if she needs you," Sharon said. She looked at my mom with a questioning glance.

"No, no, if you need him, take him," she said.

"Perfect," she said in a way that sounded like she had just caught her next meal. "Than why not come by tomorrow night 

after you get home and I'll show you what needs to be done," Sharon said. She stood up and gave mom a peck on the cheek as she walked out. 

"Sounds great," I said. "I'll walk you out."

I followed her out the door, trying not to make it too obvious not to stare at her swaying ass as she walked. When we got to the end of the sidewalk I pulled her over to the garage and into my arms where I laid a hard and deep kiss on her. One arm wrapped around the small of her back while the other clutched one of her round ass cheeks. She let out a little squeak of surprise which melted into a moan of pleasure while I kissed her. Our tongues wrestled one another as our hands roamed all over each other's bodies. When we finally broke it was with great reluctance.

"Where do you keep them?" I asked her.

"Keep what?" she asked with a puzzled look.

"Those two brass balls you have. I can't believe you actually asked my mom's permission for me to fuck you," I said.

"Oh, is that what I just did? I could've swore that I only asked if it was okay to borrow you for some work," she said innocently.

I chuckled. "Okay, we're gonna play this game. However you want to do it."

"See you tomorrow," she said and gave me one last long kiss. When she broke she reached down and gripped my cock and balls through my jeans.

"Guh," was the only sound I let out when I felt her squeeze.

"Don't forget your tool," she said and walked off with a little extra swing in her hips.



The next morning I was at her door by 8 am. I couldn't recall the last time I was this excited for something before. She answered the door wearing the same denim skirt and a white t-shirt that did little to hide the red bikini top underneath. Her hair was pulled up exposing her neck and a pair of small hoop earrings. How does she always to manage to look so fuckable?

"Morning," she said.

"Morning," I said. As soon as she shut the door I pulled her toward me and began kissing her. She didn't resist, but did pull away from me a little sooner than I expected.

"Whoa, take it easy, killer," she said.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"Nothing, it's just..." she glanced toward the back door. "I really do have some work for you to do."

"You were serious about that?" I was perplexed.

"Afraid I was," she said. "Sorry."

My shoulders slumped a little and I sighed. I'd kind of 

forgotten that this whole thing did start out as a business arrangement. "What do you need?"

"The stockade fence in the back needs to be water sealed," she said. "I got all the stuff for you, it's just sitting out back waiting for you." She took me by the hand and lead me 

out the back door. "See, all that's left if for you to put it on the fence."

I looked from the three cans of water seal to the fence than to her. "I can't believe you really have work for me."

"Oh, it won't be that bad. You get to work and in a little while I'll make you some lunch," she said pressing her body into me and laying he head on my shoulder.




Sharon Ch. 03



I looked down at her. Deep down she knew I wouldn't refuse her, especially when she had those hazel eyes locked on me. "Fine, let me get started." In a few minutes I had the first can of water seal open and stirred and was applying it to the fence. She'd brought me a glass of water and than went back

to the deck where a towel was draped over the back of a reclining chair. She adjusted the front and back of the chair so that it was lying flat than spread the towel over it. Her hands grabbed the bottom of her shirt and she pulled it over her head. She looked like she leaned back a little which strained her breasts against her bikini top. She than unbuttoned her skirt and turned her back to me than wiggled her hips out of it. I almost lost my breath when I saw that her bikini bottom was actually a thong. As her skirt cleared her ass cheeks she bent over and pulled them all the way down. Poking out from between her legs was a small patch of red fabric covering her pussy. Needless to say, during this whole scene I didn't simply get an erection, it sprang into a painful hard on that was pressing against my pants. She stood back up and turned a little so I could see the profile of her body, than reached over her head and stretched. God in heaven, she was a glorious sight.

Sharon turned and sat down on the chair ready to stretch out and sunbathe. "Your dripping," she said and pointed at the paint brush.

"What?" I looked down. "Oh, yeah."

She laughed. "Come on, the fence isn't going to seal itself." She reclined back in the chair and put a pair of sunglasses on her face.

'That bitch,' I thought. 'She's going to sunbathe while I'm out here working.' I was about to turn and get back to work when I saw her open a bottle of sun block than squirt it onto her hand. She rubbed it between her hands and than up and down her arms and shoulders and her neck. She put a few drops more on her hands and began to slowly rub it on her chest and over the exposed parts of her breasts than down between her cleavage, deliberately drawing out the simple act of applying sun block. She applied more to her legs which she lifted up in the air one at a time, pointing her toes and caressing her inner thighs. Finally, she rubbed the last little bit of sun block on her tummy and down to the small patch of fabric that covered her pussy. She even took a moment to adjust it and slowly slid her finger down under the suit and slowly trailed it back up her tummy. 'Oh, that's just not fair,' I thought. 'She is going to spend the day torturing me. I don't believe this.'

Reluctantly I turned around and got back to work, the sight of her bending over and shimmying out of that skirt was still playing in my mind's eye. It took me forever to seal that stretch of back fence since I kept looking back over my shoulder to look at that gorgeous woman on the deck. Finally by 9:30 I had finished the inside of the back stretch of the fence. I set my brush down and walked over to the deck. By now Sharon was glistening from both the sun block and sweat. I deliberately blocked the sun which made her look up at me.

"Think you can get me some more water," I asked.

She smiled and looked me up and down. I was hot, my shirt was sticking to my skin, and I was staring at her like she was my next meal. "Sure," she said. She stretched, which pushed her tits out against her top and slowly stood up. As she walked inside she put a bit more of a sway in her hips and those two gorgeous ass cheeks twitched and danced with each step she took. She came back out with a cold glass of ice water in her hand. "God, it is hot out here," she said and pressed the glass against the side of her neck than slid it down over her chest and between her cleavage.

'Jesus, what is with her today?' I asked myself. 'She is driving me insane.' I took the water and gulped it down I was so thirsty. My eyes were roaming all over her body and I mentally was stripping that bikini off of her.

"Oh, before you get back to work, can you do something 

for me?" she asked.

"What?"

She handed me the sun block. "Can you put some on my back for me?"

My cock sprang to attention at her request. "Umm... yeah, I suppose."

She handed me the tube and turned around. She laid face down on her chair and her hands went to the bikini ties behind her and pulled them loose, her bare back now exposed to me. On either side I could see her tits squash out a bit and it was all I could do to keep my hands from reaching out and grabbing them.

I squeezed some of the sun block onto my hands and rubbed it around. I laid my hands on her shoulders and began to massage the sun block into her skin. I pressed my thumbs into her muscles a little and dragged them down either side of her spine, while my fingers and palms followed the contours of her back. I could hear soft contented moans escape from her as a simple sun block application turned into a full massage. A little at a time my hands crept further and further along her sides until my fingers could feel the sides of her soft tits. Her moans became louder and she started to breathe heavier. I slid down further and began to massage her two beautiful ass cheeks, moving from one to the other and back again. I grabbed them both and began to push them together than stretched them apart revealing her tight puckered little ass ring that she had introduced me to a few days ago.

"Mmmm," she moaned. "Okay, I think I have enough on me. You can get back to work, now."

Work? Was she kidding? There was no way I could go back to work now. My hands had just explored her body and my hard on was pressed so hard against my pants it was killing me. The only thing I was going to work was her pussy. I stood there next to her chair and stared down at her. She turned her head to look up at me, her shoulder lifted a little and showed me some of her tit.

"You waiting for an invitation?" she asked, with that same spoiled teenager attitude she gave me that morning.

"No. No I'm not." I reached down, grabbed her by the arm and stood her up, her bare breasts jiggling and swaying. She never resisted me but she had a look of surprise from the forceful way I manipulated her. Without hesitating I leaned over, wrapped my arm around her legs and tossed her over my shoulder.

"Aaaah," she yelped. From the way it sounded I could tell she was smiling. I slid open the door and walked inside with her draped over my shoulder like a pirate kidnapping a bar wench. I shut the door behind me, not wanting the rest of the world to hear what I was about to do to this little cock tease. I could feel her slapping my ass. "Put me down. Who do you think you are?" She wanted down, fine. I put her down on her kitchen table. She jumped a little when her thonged ass cheeks hit the cold surface. "What do you think you're doing?" she asked with indignation, than slapped my cheek. It didn't hurt, but it was hard enough to turn my head. When I looked back at her, Sharon had this look of anticipation on her face, she liked where this was going.

"Getting what I came here for," I said.

She reached back to slap me again. I reached up and caught her wrist when she swung, than yanked her off the table. I forcefully, but gently, twisted her arm behind her back than pulled her against me, her tits squashing against my sweaty chest. I planted a forceful kiss on her lips which she reciprocated than pulled away. "Tough guy, huh? What'cha gonna do now?" It was actually an honest question. There was a suspenseful look in her eye. She was enjoying this and didn't want it to stop. I spun her around and forced her down onto the table top. "Uh!"

"You told me to bring my tool," I said as grabbed her thong and yanked it down. "Well, I know something that needs to be straightened out, and I've got the right tool for the job." I reached between her legs and my fingers found the folds of her pussy. I shouldn't have been surprised that she was already dripping wet. Her hips pushed back as she fucked my fingers, she wanted this. I kicked her legs apart with my foot and unbuttoned my jeans than let them fall to the floor. My cock sprung from its denim prison, I was so hard it ached and the only salve that would alleviate it was Sharon's hot pussy juices. I grabbed the shaft and wiggled the head of my dick in between her pussy lips till it disappeared within. She let out a gasp at the invasion of my fleshy knob. "And here's how I fix a problem like a dick tease." I slammed my hips forward and buried my cock to the balls into her slick pussy.

"AH! Jesus!" she cried out. I slid my cock all the way back to the head and slammed forward again so hard I caused the table to shift. "FUCK!" she yelled. I reached forward and grabbed both her wrists and pulled them both back by her hips. I used them for leverage as I began to saw my cock in and out of her in a slow, forceful rhythm. I began to pick up the pace, never losing the force with which I was driving into her. Her ass cheeks rippled with each impact my hips made against them. "You think you're pretty funny, dragging me over here, making me work in the hot sun while you lounge around outside in this skimpy bikini teasing me. Than asking me to rub sun block on you." Sharon started to laugh. "You laughing at me?"

She looked over her shoulder at me. "Yeah, cause I'm wondering if what you're giving me is the best you got."

With those words I let go of her wrists and grabbed hold of her hips. "I'll show you what I got." My pace picked up as well as the force I was fucking her with. My hips slamming into her so hard the table began to rock. I lifted one of my hands high and slapped it down on her ass cheek hard enough to leave a hand print. Sharon threw her head up in ecstasy which gave me the perfect opportunity to grab her long brown hair and tug. "Ah, yes! Fuck me! Fuck this cock tease like a whore!"

While I had thought Sharon just like to get a little freaky from time to time, it was actually more than that. She was no different than any other woman, who wanted to know the man she was with could get a little rough from time to time, without taking it to brutality. That he could act like a caveman or a Viking or whatever name you wished to pin to it and simply take what he wanted, and the was his woman. No seduction, no romantic set up, just an animalistic craving to ravage his woman, and that she trusted him enough to let him do it. Pleasure mixed with a seasoning of danger and pain.

I pulled my cock from her sopping gash, stood her up and spun her around. I pulled her face towards mine and planted a kiss on her lips, my tongue penetrating her mouth like my cock did to her pussy. I released the kiss and she gasped. I picked her up and plopped her onto the table than pushed her back so she was lying down. I grabbed her legs and put them up on my shoulder. I slipped my cock back inside her and resumed fucking her as hard as I could. My hands reached around grabbed hold of both her tits squeezing and kneading them like two mounds of raw dough.

A smile crept across Sharon's face. "How long have you pictured me in this position?"

I returned her smile. "Since I met you. Now, shut up and do what a whore does best and take my cock."

The sounds of skin slapping on skin filled the room. I ran my tongue up and down her calf and bit down on her toes just hard enough to get a response from her. I could feel myself getting close. The sight of her tits bouncing back and forth with each thrust was making it hard to hold on.

"Oh, God, Jake, fuck me faster, I'm so close," she whined.

I picked up my pace to a fevered pitch. It took every ounce of self control I had not to lose it. I had to close my eyes, the sight of her bouncing tits was too much. Slowly her pussy started to clench and her brow began to furrow. The corners of her mouth dropped and her jaw opened into what started as a silent scream that was soon filled with... "OOOOOHHHHHHH FUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK!!!! FUCK!! FUCK!! YES, JAKE, MAKE ME CUUUUUMMMMMMMM!!!"

That was all I could handle, I let myself go and pumped my seed deep into her wanting honey hole. With each thrust I could feel the sensation against the head of my penis getting stronger. Waves of electricity coursed through me as I came inside her. "AH SHIT!!! FUUUCCCKKKK!! I'M CUMMMIIIINNNGGGG!!!!" I held tight to her waist and pulled her back onto my cock. I buried myself as deep as I could until I hit something spongy against the head of my cock.

"Ah Shit! You just hit my cervix! Don't move, don't fucking move," Sharon said. I could feel her body shudder and quake against me. Her hands gripped the edges of the table hard. "Oh, God, you have to fuck me! Fuck me deep, Jake. Please, fuck me."

I was still hard inside her, but I was at that sensitive point after a guy cums, so I was a bit hesitant.

"Jake, I'm begging you!"

I started pumping into her, my overly sensitive cock head sending shocks through my body. "Ah, God!" I forced myself to power through the sensations, plunging my still hard cock as deep into her as I could. Over and over I could feel the head of my penis push against that same sponginess I felt before.

"Oh, Gggaawwddd!!!" Sharon's voice became lower, like a growl. Over and over I pounded into her, shaking her tits with each thrust as she started to whimper. I could feel her pussy start to tighten around me and her breathing was becoming faster and deeper. "Hah, hah, HAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" She let out a scream that had me worried for a moment. Than I felt a warm gushing feeling around my dick. I pulled my cock out and was greeted by the sight of a clear warm liquid that erupted from her pussy. For a second I thought she just peed on me, but it wasn't a stream or yellow, and it didn't smell. It took me a moment, but I finally realized, she just came on me. She squirted.

 I looked back up. Sharon was still sprawled along the table panting like she'd just worked out. "You okay?" I asked her.

"Yeah. Just... just gimme a minute." I gently laid my hand on her leg. "No, no. Don't touch me. Just give... one minute." Sharon's breathing eventually slowed down and returned to normal after a moment or two. She pushed herself up onto her elbows and looked at me. "You just made me squirt, mister."

"Is that what I did," I said.

"Mmmm hmmm," she said as she rubbed her leg against my cheek. "It's not easy for a man to do that to a woman."

"Well, it would be nice to know what it was I did," I said as I rubbed her leg and kissed the inside of her calf.

"I'm not sure either. Could be how deep inside me you were, how you gave me what I wanted; being so forceful, or it could just be how I feel about you," she said with a tilt of her head.

 "And how do you feel about me?" I asked.

 "I feel safe with you. You make me happy. And I have a lot of fun with you," she said.

 "Well, you know how I feel about you," I said. "So, what do we do about it?"

Sharon's eyes looked around the room. "Mmmmm, have dinner."

"Have dinner?" I asked

"Yeah, dinner. I think you and I should get to know each other better," she said. I wasn't sure, but I think the woman I'd been fucking for the past few days just asked me out on our first date.