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A Shoulder to Cry On

By: Chimney Sweep



For years I attended a summer camp. Every year as school crawled toward the end of the spring semester, my thoughts would turn to the grounds of that place, Camp Chippewa. My parents sent me as a camper for years and when I was too old for that I signed on as a counselor. The counselors were mostly teenagers and very young adults, with very few staff members over 25. I started as a junior counselor in the summer of 1985 at the age of 18, and my adventures were many and varied.

The camp was split into 6 main areas, 5 units where campers and counselors stayed, and the main central area containing the mess hall, recreation hall, administration buildings, etc. The units were divided by who lived there; young boys, older boys, all girls, a small unit for the older kids who generally traveled outside the camp and spent little time there, and a catch-all unit near the central hub. Naturally the older boys and the girls units were separated by the most distance, in this case nearly a mile.

During the morning the campers would go off to their various activities like swimming, horseback riding, riflery, arts and crafts, and many others. After lunch and a nap, individual cabins would group together and go off for long-term activities that took up most of the afternoon. At this point we would mix up the boys and girls, though keeping them at about the same age.

One week while I had a group of 9-11 year olds, I was paired up with a cabin of girls lead by one of the older counselors, a 23-year-old woman named Janet. Our activity that day was the ropes course, an intricate set of rope structures used as somewhat of an obstacle course. The kids loved it and needed little supervision, treating it like a giant jungle gym. Janet and I read them the rules and set them loose, then stood back and watched the fun.

I had met Janet of course, but circumstances had conspired to keep us from really getting to know each other. We had always had kids of differing ages or hadn't paired up for afternoon activities or whatnot. She was 5' 9", just a little shorter than me, with medium length curly dark hair. She had some Italian or American Indian or maybe even Asian Indian in her heritage, so she was a little bit on the dark and dusky side. She was cute as a button and had a ready, pretty smile, and though a little skinny was still nicely proportioned. She wore these oversized glasses that really worked for her, though I'm sure some of that was colored by my mid-eighties fashion sense.

We stood apart from the kids and watched them attempt teamwork to make it past some of the obstacles, telling them to go back to the beginning when they slipped off and touched the ground and occasionally dealing with conduct problems, but this activity basically ran itself. We chatted away for almost 3 hours while the kids wore themselves out, and we discovered quite a bit about each other.

I think I discovered quite a bit more about her. For some reason, people like to tell me things. They like to confide in me. While I don't mind this at all, as it is usually eye opening and educational, it does get strange at times. In this case, Janet started telling me about her personal problems, and they weren't small.

She was married, a fact hidden by the absent wedding band on her finger. Apparently she had taken this job to get away from him for a while, a summer-long separation to reevaluate the relationship. There were several issues, among which were children (she wanted them, he didn't), family problems (he was a mama's boy and sided with his family against her all the time), money problems (which this job wouldn't help - the pay was a joke) and sexual matters (it just wasn't right.) 

Now keep in mind that I was 18 at the time and much of this was far beyond my expertise. Marriage was so far away as to be fully invisible in my life, as were kids. Money wasn't a problem for me yet, and sex was just plain fun as long as you paid some attention and took some precautions. I tried to act knowledgeable and supportive without giving any specific advice or drawing any conclusions. Hell, I wasn't a marriage counselor, I was a horny teenager.

She was hesitant to broach the issue of sex, but I encouraged her and after a furtive glance at the kids, we took a few steps further away from them and she spelled it all out for me. She really babbled quite a bit and apparently really needed someone to talk to. I was more than happy to oblige, and sex was something I thought I knew something about. Besides, I figured it was always good to get a different perspective.

She talked about how they were high-school sweethearts and had only been with each other, and she knew something was missing but had no way of pinning it down. He seemed either oblivious or in denial and got upset every time she brought it up. She used very vague terms, obviously embarrassed by the topic but still spilling out her heart. I asked the obvious questions about size and premature arrival and she blushed a little bit before admitting that she didn't even know if that was the problem. It was easy enough to explain the premature issue, and she seemed to think that was not a problem. The size issue was my opportunity to start some trouble.

Being young and eager, and probably a bit too aggressive in my technique, I did something bold. I was polite enough to ask if she was easily shocked, and she hesitantly replied "no." Which of course means "yes" but I wasn't bright enough to know that then. I looked around for a suitable site, then told her to go stand next to a particular tree and watch me. We split and went to our trees, hers giving her a clear view of the ropes course and of myself, while I was hidden from the course. She and I were only about 10 feet apart, but I knew she would still get the picture.

I unzipped and pulled out my dick, making sure to hold it so that she could see it well. Our discussion had made me a little excited, so I was slightly swollen and definitely larger than fully flaccid, but far from erect. I modeled it for a moment, turning my head to make sure she saw. She certainly did, and she wasn't taking it well. Her hands had flown to her mouth and her eyes were wide and staring. I actually did have to pee, and since that is the way things are done in the forest, I went ahead took care of that, without looking back at her. I tried to make it quick because I didn't want the kids to see her freaking out. Also, I didn't want to start freaking out myself. Our conversation had made me feel like she and I were contemporaries, but right now I felt like a kid who had just been caught doing something very inappropriate by an adult. Once done, I put it away and zipped up, then returned to our previous spot.

It took her a moment to come back, and she was still rather wide-eyed.

"I can NOT believe you did that!" she said in a shocked, hushed voice.

"I did ask you if you were easily shocked."

"Well, I didn't expect THAT!"

"Well, I apologize if that was inappropriate, but I did it for a purpose. I am just about dead average, judging by what I see in locker rooms. And of course that wasn't erect. The erection changes things considerably, but generally if it is small when flaccid, it's small when erect, and vice versa." She was still a little flustered, especially at my blunt description of male anatomy. Naturally I lied. I am a little bigger than average, especially in that half-mast state, but I figured any excuse to make her think her husband was inferior would be good for me.

We stood there in silence for a while and watched the course. I was upset at myself because I felt I had messed up. Here I was exposing myself to a woman who was significantly older than me, and she didn't appear to have appreciated it. This could get me fired, and that was the last thing I wanted. After a few minutes of that painful silence I had to say something.

"I am very sorry to have offended you. That's not what I wanted. I just thought an example would be a better way of making my point, and I was obviously out of line." I used my best forlorn tone of voice and hung my head a little, trying to look pitiful and repentant. It didn't often work, but you had to try. 

"It's OK, really. I'm not offended, I think, just surprised. Actually I'm not quite sure how I feel about it." She reached over and patted my arm and I looked over at her face. She gave me a comforting smile and said, "Don't worry, I'm not going to tell anyone."

With that weight off my shoulders I relaxed immeasurably. We shared an embarrassed smile and started to laugh a little. Still, she was very silent the rest of the afternoon and I was fairly uncomfortable. She had a thoughtful, furrowed brow, and when we gathered the kids and headed back to camp she was obviously preoccupied.

The kids were worn out a little but still needed some corralling as we went back. As Janet's and my cabins started to go our separate ways I caught her eye and waved goodbye, but she waved me over. I told the boys to go on and jogged over to her. She leaned close and spoke quietly.

"Look, I'm sorry I'm acting strange right now, but I want you to know I'm not upset. OK? I'm not mad at you."

"I'm glad. I was really worried that I had screwed up."

"You didn't. It's OK." She put her hand on my arm and gave a comforting squeeze. We smiled and I turned to go, but her hand tightened just a bit and I turned back to her. She seemed a little surprised at her hand and quickly removed it. She hesitated for a moment, then leaned back in and spoke once more before we parted.

"That's only the second one I've ever seen!"

She blushed wildly and turned to run and catch up with her girls, now 100 feet down the road from us. I watched her run, but she didn't look back. 

I got the boys cleaned up for dinner and we headed down the long road to the mess hall. I was surprised that Janet was so inexperienced. She was a cute girl, and I hadn't pegged her for an up-tight prude, but you never know about people. I figured nothing would ever come of it. Anyway, it's not like I had a chance with a woman that much older than me, especially one who was married. I tried to put her out of my mind, but certain thoughts kept creeping back in. The look on her face when she saw my penis was priceless. It was like she had seen a ghost or something.

Dinner was noisy as always, even during the meal itself. Kids share stories about their adventures of the day or wonder about the always-popular evening activities. After the food is gone the kids do several spirit cheers, which involve lots of banging on tables and singing and chanting and baiting the other units. After that dies down they got to the announcements, and the night's activity was everybody's favorite - the counselor hunt.

The counselor hunt involves all the counselors dispersing through the camp with a 10-minute head start, then the kids go and find them for points. The unit with the most points wins some little trinket, but more importantly they gain those points for the "best unit" prize at the end of the week. Still, the kids mainly love to run rampant through the camp and go places they haven't been - many of the boys run straight to the girls unit just because they've never seen it.

I enjoyed the counselor hunt for different reasons - I saw it as an opportunity for a night of relaxation. I usually headed outside the camp and found a relaxing place to rest, work on a project, or nap. I had planned to head out to a place I knew with a good climbing tree overlooking the Ohio River, but my plans were diverted.

After dinner we all went back to our units and got ready for the evening activity. The kids get flashlights and the counselors make a big deal of putting on dark clothes and camouflage, some even getting military style face paint on and discussing hiding places. Naturally the kids eat this stuff up, so by the time we all head out to the center of camp they are really worked up. I changed into a ripped up old pair of fatigues and a dark T-shirt and started bullshitting the kids about how to track somebody in the woods on our way.

Once there, the kids and counselors separate and the rules are stated, then the counselors run for it. The counselors had all been through it, so we ignored the rules and got ready to bolt. When the word was given, we scattered, some running through the large group of campers or around them, taunting and raising hell. I just took off north towards the Red Trail at a steady jog. A few others were going my way, but soon they had all splintered off and I heard only one pair of footsteps behind me. I looked back and saw Janet loping easily along a few paces back.

I slowed down to let her catch up to me, which she did quickly.

"I thought I was being followed."

"Well, you are."

"You want to talk about it?"

"I was hoping we could."

"Follow me - we are going off campus."

I stepped up the pace and headed northeast, toward the ravine. The camp was situated at the top of a large plateau overlooking the river, and the northeastern edge of it was a fairly steep slope studded with handy trees to keep you from tumbling down. The journey could just barely be done without using your hands on the ground, and this is where I was headed. The slope started shortly after the red trail ended, so no kids would be coming down here.

At the bottom was a creek which fed into the river. I headed up stream where I knew a good lounging area. After maybe 10 minutes we were well out of earshot of any campers, even if they were straying from the game area. The place was idyllic and wild, and one of my favorites. It was a bend in the creek which had swollen into a deep pool about 40 feet across. At the outside corner the bank was 5 or 6 feet higher than the water and a good-sized tree reached out over the water. Some enterprising youth had fastened a rope to the largest branch creating a wonderful rope swing. The bank on the other side was a gentle slope and had full sun around the noon hour - perfect for lounging after a morning of swimming. 

I didn't hesitate. I launched right off the small cliff, avoiding the rope swing entirely, and did a graceful cannonball into the pool, clothes and all. The water was cool and wonderful in the hot summer evening, especially after the little run we just had. I surfaced and swam for the far grassy bank. I crawled out and peeled off my soaking wet shirt, throwing it over a low branch to dry out.

I turned and sat down, looking to see where Janet was. She was standing by the tree at the top of the high bank, using a long stick to try to get the rope in motion. I just watched her silently for a few moments, wondering what she wanted to talk about. I had my hopes, which were different from my suspicions, but I would just have to wait. She eventually got the rope in motion and got her hands on it, then called out to me.

"Hey! This looks like fun! But I didn't bring my suit."

"You don't need it - jump in. The bottom is mushy and safe if you want to take your shoes off." I was wearing my nasty caving shoes and I didn't care if they got wet.

"No! I like my clothes clean!"

"Well, take them off. You are wearing underwear, right?"

"Yeah" she replied, unconvinced.

"Either take it off over there and leave it or wad it up and throw it over to me. Then at least you'd have some dry clothes." She still looked conflicted, but the fact that she had grabbed the rope made me believe that she wanted to either come over or get in. "Besides, you've seen mine so it's only fair!"

"Ha ha. Very funny." She thought about it a little more, then hooked the rope over a lower branch and went a few paces back where I couldn't see much of her. I could tell she was taking her clothes off at the sight of her light blue shirt coming over her head. I smiled.

"Turn around!" she yelled. She had moved up close enough that I could see her head from my lower ground. 

"Why?" I replied, giving her grief.

"Just do it! Close your eyes and turn around."

"Alright - have it your way." I turned around with my back to the swing, though not with closed eyes. I was wondering how to sneak a peek, but she was very quick. I heard the splash a moment later and then her sloshing up to shore.

"Keep 'em closed!" she commanded, and I obliged. I heard her move up past me, then some rustling and some wet sounds I couldn't identify. They I heard her come back and sit.

"Ok, I'm decent." I opened my eyes and looked for her. She had put on my shirt! It was oversized on me, and huge on her. Her slender, sun browned legs stuck out as she reclined on the soft grass. It was a nice sight. She had even left her glasses on the other side, and it was nice to see her face unobstructed. She had a small, cute nose and a thin-lipped mouth born to smile. Her bushy hair was drenched and matted to her head, but she had pulled it back out of her face.

I sat down next to her and reclined, looking up at the late afternoon sky. This was the height of summer and sundown wouldn't happen until after 8, with lingering sunlight until almost 9, so we had a fair amount of light left. High wispy clouds drifted slowly by, while closer to the ground the thickly leaved branches of oak trees swayed in the breeze.

I was young, but I wasn't stupid. I learned lessons from every woman I met, and while I couldn't have articulated my plan this well back then, the basics were still the same. Women like to talk, so give them the opportunity. Women like to be listened to, so be attentive. Women like beautiful things (well, who doesn't?) so give it to them. Here I had a woman who wanted to talk, who felt comfortable enough around me after having seen me expose myself to be nearly naked and alone with me, and we were in one of the most beautiful spots I knew. I let her take her time.

After a few minutes of silence I turned toward her and propped my head up on my arm. She wanted to talk, but perhaps needed a little encouragement. She glanced my way and smiled a little, then started to talk.

"This place is beautiful. How did you find it?"

"Hiking the blue trail 2 years ago. Nobody takes the blue because it is so long and difficult, but up here near the camp it's nice. It follows the creek all the way to the river."

"It's nice. I'm glad you brought me here." I remained silent, encouraging her to go on. "Look, about today, I'm sorry I freaked out like that. I was just really surprised. I mean, I've only ever seen Roger's before, and it was just a shock, you know?"

"Yeah, that wasn't my brightest decision. Still, it did make my point. So, is that his problem? Is he small?"

"Smaller than you!" she said, making it sound as if mine was huge. Men love that stuff, and I think my dick surged at her words. "He's not tiny, but he's not as big as you."

"Well, then what else does he do? I mean, if he doesn't come too early and he isn't especially small, then something must be wrong. Tell me how it usually happens when you have sex."

She blushed and turned away, holding her hand to her face. She was still very shy about this, but I just waited her out.

"Well, we usually just, DO it. I don't know how to talk about it. I mean we kiss a little, then he gets, you know, hard." At this she giggled a bit. "And then we do it. Just as simple as that." She obviously had no experience talking about her sex life, and she was becoming a little flustered. 

"OK, I don't need the details. It sounds like there aren't any details anyway. If you and he are the only ones you've each been with then chances are he doesn't know any more about it than you do. If you want things to change, one of you will have to learn something new."

"And how do I do that?" she asked knowingly, but with a slight quiver in her voice. She was conflicted, knowing that she shouldn't be doing this but wanting it in a way she couldn't even articulate. I decided to move slowly, but surely. I've always had a way with words, and women love poetry, even if it's bad.


A Shoulder to Cry On



I had gone through a fairly rough period of time. My marriage was coming to an end, and I knew there was nothing I could do about it. In the beginning, Robert and I had been deliriously happy, just like any newlywed couple. And even when the 'honeymoon' was over as they say, I had come to expect that our sex-life would no doubt diminish a little because of it. The day-to-day pressures of work, trying to keep up the home, took a natural toll on us both, but never to the degree in which it did, could I have ever imagined.

And then I started seeing the signs. Little by little Robert started working late. Working late at a job he had never had to work late at before. And then the sudden unexpected trips out of town that was now a new requirement (without any sort of promotional increase for this sudden addition to his already heavy workload). And though in the back of my mind I was starting to fear and worry, I did the one thing that perhaps I shouldn't have. I pretended it wasn't happening. I figured as perhaps most do, what I didn't know...wouldn't hurt me.

I couldn't have been more wrong.

When it happened, it hit me in the face like a ton of bricks, and to make matters worse, my sister was with me at the time when reality hit me squarely between the eyes. Joyce and I had decided to spend the evening together going out to see a movie, and then a late night dinner afterwards. Robert was again out of town for the weekend, so rather than spend another night home alone, Joyce had invited me out, and I had gladly accepted.

We had gone and enjoyed watching a very typical "chick-flick", and then afterwards went for a walk just a short distance down the street to a quaint little Asian restaurant we'd decided to try. It was cozy and dark, very romantic and I thought about suggesting it to Robert after he came home in hopes it might help to spark some interest in our relationship once again.

I didn't hold him entirely to blame for his obvious lack of interest in me either. I had indeed put on a few pounds, not so much that I still didn't get looked at by other men, but I knew what changes there were. And if I did, Robert certainly did, though he never once mentioned anything to me about it, nor did I mention the few extra pounds he'd put on either. Once again, after nearly eight years of marriage, who looks exactly the same they once did anyway?

Joyce and I gave our names to the cute little Asian hostess, and then sat down to wait for our names to be called in order to be seated. As I was in dire need of using the restroom, I then asked where it was, and was pointed towards the back. Joyce remained in the waiting room of course in the event our names were soon called, and I headed towards the bathroom. As I turned the corner, I was in for the shock of my life. Ahead of me sat Robert and a woman who I knew was his personal assistant as they now call them. For a moment I was confused, wondering if I'd somehow gotten things wrong and that Robert hadn't left town, but was doing business in town, and then I remembered him taking his luggage. Before I realized what I was doing, I ducked back behind the wall, worrying and likewise confusing the poor little Asian hostess who had taken our names. I peered out once again just in time to see Robert lean over kissing his assistant, her hand suddenly reaching over to rest itself upon his thigh there beneath the table, and then almost as quickly, move a bit further up, obviously and provocatively fondling his groin. I wanted to faint, to yell, to scream, to cry... to throw something. But I didn't. As calmly as I could, I turned around and walked back out to the waiting area and told Joyce we were leaving.

My sister knows me well enough, that she knew I was upset and needed to get out of there before telling her why. I made it as far as the side of the building before my legs virtually gave out from beneath me. As I began blubbering, trying to tell her what I had seen, and what was going on, we stood for a moment more as I finally collected myself, now telling her clearly what it was I had seen, which ironically is when the two of them came out.

As we hadn't driven, Joyce and I hurriedly made our way deeper into the parking lot, which is when I spotted my husband's car. Like a couple of thieves, we stood over behind a nearby truck just a few cars away, watching them approach, now walking hand in hand together, laughing, kissing like a couple of high school teenagers. If there had been any uncertainty as to what was really going on, there wasn't any now. Especially as Joyce and I both stood there watching the two of them, reaching the car, opening her door, and then placing his hands upon her breasts for a moment as they kissed once again, before allowing her to slip inside.

I'm not sure, but I think I actually had to hold Joyce back this time, her anger well beyond mine even at this point. And so we did nothing more than watch the two of them drive off together. Needless to say, Joyce took me home after that, and I sat up the entire night, trying to somehow find a way to rationalize what I'd seen, how I felt, and if there was any way at all to somehow reconcile at least in my own mind, what I now knew my husband was doing on the side.

As he sort of promised, he called me the following day, but considerably earlier than he said he would, claiming that he'd now scheduled dinner plans with a couple of the guys he'd met at the convention, and that they'd no doubt stay out late and have a few drinks together. When I asked him what he'd had for dinner the night before, he told me he'd just ordered in a burger with room service, especially as the company was of course paying for it. That's when I called him a liar, told him I'd seen him and his sexy little assistant Becky having dinner together. 

Like they say, the silence was deafening. I'll give Robert points on one count. Once he was had, he didn't try and bluff or lie his way out any further. All he asked me then was, what it was I wanted to do, and gave me a few options. The only one he didn't give me was the one where I told him to go fuck himself...or Becky, and be out of the house within a week.

It was then that I called Joyce, and asked her if I could come and stay with her for a few days until Robert got his personal things out of the house, but not before I filed that very same day for divorce, doing so before Robert could hide any of our mutual assets. At least I was smart enough in that sense to be very well aware of everything we had, and where it was, though I was piss-poor at knowing where my husband's cock had been at the time, even though I'd honestly expected it. 

And Joyce of course, along with my brother Ted were more than happy to let me come and stay over at their place for a few days while Robert and I finalized things, and let him move out, even though he then tried of course to reconcile, asking forgiveness and all that. But...I was wounded of course, and not in a very forgiving mood at the time either.

The one thing I had always envied my sister of, was her relationship with Ted. Not that they hadn't had their own ups and downs either, they certainly had, especially early on in their own relationship. I had even once asked my sister what her secret was to keeping a happy home environment between them, especially sexually. What surprised me about that was, Joyce and I had always been close, sharing at times the most intimate of details with one another, and to some extent, we still did. But when it came to that particular issue, it was the first time I can honestly recall that she hesitated about talking to me about it. She more or less laughed and joked it off, telling me that perhaps someday she'd share with me her little secret, and that very possibly, I might even come to see the sense and logic of it once she had. Even twisting her arm at the time wouldn't have gotten anything more out of her, so I finally gave up and decided to wait for a more opportune time to discuss it again. Unfortunately, it didn't really happen, and I basically forgot all about it.

When I showed up on her door that first night, and as she showed me into the guest room just down the hall from their own, I was more than pleased when she told Ted she'd be spending the night with me in my room. Something we hadn't done since we were kids together, sharing the same bedroom. In a way, I felt just like that young woman once again, and wished for a moment I could in fact go back in time. We stayed up late, drinking, crying, yelling, and screaming even falling into a fit of hysterics at some point before eventually falling asleep. Little did I know how the very next day would suddenly come to change my entire life, along with my entire way of thinking.

**

I called into work the following day, and having a very sympathetic boss, she told me to take as much time as I needed while gathering myself together. As I'd hoped, Joyce did the same thing, taking the day off at least in order to spend it with me so that I didn't just sit around all day by myself and get myself all worked up once again.

More than anything I appreciated just sitting there at her breakfast table sharing a cup of coffee together again, just like we'd once done. And in the nature of doing that, I suddenly remembered what I'd once asked her, and what she had at the time hesitated in telling me about. I figured now was as good a time as any to ask her again. So I did.

"Joyce? I once asked you what your secret was, how it is that you and Ted seem to have the perfect marriage. You hesitated about telling me. Now I'd really like to know what it is," I began.

"Are you sure you really want to know Debra?" She asked. "Because it's not so much a secret, as simply a mutual understanding, which is what works for us, keeps us happy and together. But it's also something that may very well shock you in hearing it, and not something that I daresay, would work for everyone either, though it certainly works for us."

The thing was, I knew it had nothing to do with the way she looked or the way she kept herself. Though sisters, we could have almost passed for being twins in a way. Only two years apart, with me being the oldest, we were very similar to one another in size and shape. We each had fairly large breasts, and having seen them enough a time or two to know, we looked very similar in that regard, amongst others. Though back then, I shaved my pussy bare, and Joyce just kept hers closely trimmed. We were roughly the same height, though Joyce was perhaps an inch taller if that, and within a few pounds of one another in weight as well. We both wore our hair shoulder length, dishwater blonde as they called it, and had what most men might say as full sensual lips. The truth was, there was very little difference between us, a different look in the face perhaps to keep us from actually looking like twins. But neither one of us felt ourselves to be more attractive than the other either.

"Yes Joyce, I really do want to know," I said simply and saw her expression change to one of real seriousness as she walked over to the kitchen table carrying our coffees with her as she did. Placing them down, she took a sip, steeling herself for whatever it was she was about to tell me. I hurriedly did the same patiently waiting, and now anxious to find out what was so difficult for her to tell me and why she was still dragging her feet before doing so. "Come on sis, spit it out? What gives?"

Resigned by the look in her face, she smiled. "You know Debra, you and I have always been close, we've pretty much been able to discuss and share most everything over the years, and to be perfectly honest, I hope we'll still be able to do so. But...what I'm going to ask you to do now, is to simply listen and not pass judgment on what I'm about to tell you, not until at least you've heard me out, and everything I have to say about it. After that, feel free to ask me anything you'd like, and I'll be totally honest with you about it. Fair enough? Deal?"

"Deal," I replied not even bothering to think about it. 

"Just remember what I asked you to do for me," she reiterated, and then took a deep breath, continuing. "The secret of our happy and content marriage is this Debra, we long ago, each one of us realized, neither one of us would be content just keeping things between ourselves. Like I said, it's not something that would work for everyone, but it works for us."

I know my eyes had to have been as big around as saucers at this point as I sat there trying to digest what she'd just told me. "You mean to say, you and Ted have sex with others? On the side?" I asked incredulously.

"Yes, and no..." she said confusing the situation even more. "We do enjoy having sex with others, but never a part, it's the one rule we have and never break. Part of the deal between us," she said. 

"So you're telling me then, you and Ted get together with other couples simply for the sake of having sex together?"

"Sometimes yes, we have certain very special friends we do, do that with yes. But we also have other friends, a couple of single males, and a couple of single females, so sometimes we just have a threesome here and there, which we both find far more arousing and erotic as opposed to those times when we're actually with another couple, or a time or two...even couples."

"Holy shit! You've got to be fucking kidding me!" I stammered somewhat in shock. My dear sweet (or so I thought anyway) sister, was having the kind of sex-life adventure that most people only read about in books, or saw in porn movies. And at the moment, I was having trouble trying to even picture her...let alone Ted, in that kind of a situation.

"I'm sorry if that shocks you," she said almost indignantly, and I could tell by the tone of her voice she was having second thoughts about telling me.

"A little yes, I mean come on sis...after all this time? I'm just finding out about this now? Why didn't you say something to me about this before?" I asked.

"Because before sweets...I don't think you were ready to hear it, maybe now...you are."

She had me there. I did want to hear it, to hear all of it, from the very beginning, what it was like what they did...how they felt about it afterwards, everything.

"So tell me...when you and uh Ted have these threesomes with other women...you don't get jealous or anything like that?"

It had been a long time since I'd seen my sister actually blush, and she certainly was now.

"Well, not really no. You see Debra, I've sort of acquired a taste for being with a woman myself, so its not like Ted's the only one deriving any pleasure from those experiences. I do as well. And I certainly do, when it's he and I and another man. Ted in fact quite enjoys seeing that, and to be perfectly honest with you Debra, he's done a few things for me that I've wanted to see him do, things I've fantasized about. And he's done them, for me...and as I now know, he has enjoyed doing them too."

"You don't mean..."

"Oh yes...I do mean," she said winking at me, and then giggling. "And believe it or not Debra, it's pretty fucking hot too. Though so's going down on another woman as I've now come to enjoy doing so very much!"

As I said, when we were young, there was very little we didn't share or discuss with one another. I had taught her what it meant to masturbate, she had told me what it was like to lose ones virginity when she did, a year before I did even being the oldest. And we had once even explored a few things together sexually, out of a simple curiosity more than anything else, though as far as I knew, neither one of us had pursued that with any other women. At least I hadn't anyway, though it now raised a few unanswered questions that I hoped to hear more about.

But the bottom line was, throughout most of our life growing up together, we hadn't kept any secrets, until now.

As strange as this might seem, especially after everything I was currently in the process of going through, I was oddly aroused. Hearing my sister's admission, trying to imagine both her and my brother engaged in some of the things she had now shared with me, left images that were a bit hard to shake. Ted did have a reasonably nice body, especially for being in his middle forties, easily passing for a man ten years younger than that at least. And through our years ago candid discussions, Joyce had told me back then how big his cock was, how nice it felt inside her, and how really good he was in bed when they had sex. Something I'd remembered and once again been more than a little jealous of, especially after my own sex-life with Robert had suddenly started going downhill.

"So you actually enjoy doing that then...being with other women I mean?"

Joyce laughed, giggling, blushing again. "Yes, I do...and of course I still enjoy being with men just as much...other men," she again winked. "But you see Debra, what makes it work for us, keeps our own arousal fresh for one another, is that we do all this...WITH one another, not behind one another's backs. And...we talk about it before hand, before we ever introduce or include anyone else we might meet, or be interested in. If either one of us is the least bit uncertain, we either talk about it further, or we simply call it a "no go", and don't invite the other couple to join us if we're both not totally interested. That way, neither one of us ever feels slighted, uncomfortable, or unwilling to do something we just don't feel like doing with someone if we're not attracted to them for whatever reason. So far, it's worked...and worked well. Even with all this outside exposure we've been having, our own one on one personal sex-life is far better than it's ever been. Ted and I still have sex at least twice, if not three times a week now, on top of all that."

"Holy fucking shit...really? You're serious? Damn sis...if I'd known this was the secret, I might have actually suggested it to Robert a few years ago. Now...I could kick myself!"

"Oh, so you wouldn't mind sharing Robert with that assistant of his?" She asked. That one I had to think about. Had we all gotten off on the right foot, and had she been willing, she might have been interesting to explore my own curiosities with. Now...under these circumstances, no.

"Not too surprised at that one," Joyce said laughing back as I thought about what we'd both recently seen.

"Stupid prick," I said...thinking about it now, though I was likewise calling myself a stupid cunt too for letting things go as far as they had without really doing anything to correct the problem either. And now, here I was...once again soon to be alone, without anything but my own hand, and one or two favorite toys as my only relief, and my very own sister, basically having the time of her life. Now...I was jealous, and horny to make matters worse, especially as I still prodded my sister to divulge some of the things the two of them had now done and enjoyed together. We sat for the next two hours, or rather I sat listening to her and my brothers naughty escapades getting hornier and hornier by the second.

But what did feel good, was feeling a bit of distance from all the recent stress. It felt good to feel alive again, to laugh, and to share the renewed closeness with my sister. Something I'd begun feeling we had lost over the span of time. Perhaps it was a bit of that natural high that we began joking around somewhat, even if I was only joking and not being serious about it, though I gave words to my thoughts nonetheless.

"All this talk has got me sitting here squishy in my seat," I told her. "Now I wish I'd thought to pack one of my favorite toys," I admitted once again jokingly. "Don't suppose you've got one I can borrow do you?"

"Only if I get to watch," she answered back smiling, though again I didn't take her comment seriously, just part of the old way we used to tease one another, especially as we'd only once ever really done anything together, and that was a lifetime ago.




A Shoulder to Cry On



I smiled back at her comment, figuring it only to be that when she suddenly stood holding out her hand towards me. I laughed.

"Come on Debra, come with me."

I followed her upstairs to her bedroom, curious as to why, but figuring she was actually going to dig out one of her naughty toys and give it to me. At the moment, I had every intention of running off to my own room and using it too. When we walked into the room however, Joyce simply dropped the robe she'd been wearing, naked beneath it as I now discovered, and slid into the middle of the bed. I stood there looking at her, the surprise in my eyes at the unspoken suggestion clearly evident.

"Come on Debra, let me show you something, let me give you a little pleasure, a little release."

"But you're my..."

"Sister, yeah...I know. Now, get undressed and climb into bed."

Nervous as hell, and more than a little unsure about all this, I removed my own robe along with my simple shift that I'd worn to sleep in. Now naked myself, I climbed onto the bed, lying almost as stiff as a board as I did so.

"Relax," Joyce near whispered stroking my hair with her hands. "It's not like we haven't done this before," she reminded me. Though like I said, it was a lifetime ago, and we were just curious kids back then. Though admittedly, I found myself even more curious now, especially after everything she had told me.

"I know but..." I stammered my breath suddenly coming out in a rush, goose bumps now racing up and down my arms, my legs, as my sister's fingers began trailing down the side of my face towards my neck. Finger tracings now finding their way towards my breasts as she circled the curvature of my somewhat flattened tits as I lay there, eyes closed. "Oh god..." I moaned allowing the words to spill from my mouth unavoidably. Her touch was exquisite, the sensation thrilling beyond anything I had felt in so long, I'd almost forgotten it.

"That's it," she urged me, her finger tips now lightly touching my rapidly hardening nipples, making them stand like twin little peaks up off my breasts. She tapped them, flicked them and playfully pinched them, once again sending a new wave of unbridled pleasure coursing through my entire body.

I didn't even realize I had involuntarily spread my legs until I felt her hand and fingers once again traveling down past my naval, lingering there momentarily in order to probe it, fucking it briefly. As she did that, she leaned over capturing the closest nipple within her mouth gently sucking and kissing it. I realized I'd been holding my breath and slowly let it out, feeling the tingle as Joyce suckled my hard aroused tit, gathering it deeply into her mouth. But it was when her finger touched my clit, that I couldn't help but expel it, my surprised gasp forcing the air out of my lungs as the tip of her finger suddenly began encircling my almost too tender clitoris.

As my ass came up off the bed, my sister's fingers slid deeply inside me, and as she did that, she moved down between my legs, moments later her mouth now doing to my clit what it had only moments ago been doing to my nipple.

"Oh fuck! Joyce!" I screamed, and then came so quickly I was almost unaware of it. It wasn't a hard climax, just a soft tickling sensation, yet I felt every fiber of my being contract, pulsate and expand as she continued to lick and tickle my aroused clit. The sensation of my climax ebbing briefly like an outgoing wave, and then rolling in again almost as quickly. But this time, the sensation, the force, the rapture I now felt was intensified ten-fold.

"That's it baby, let it go...feel it, come again for me baby," she cooed urging me to release, her fingers now fucking me deeply, penetrating my very core, her tongue once again lapping crazily at my clit as I reached up seizing my own breasts, capturing my nipples between my fingers and pinching them almost as hard as I possibly could.

"Oh my god sis! Sis!" I cried out, thrashing about wildly as wave after wave of pure pleasure coursed through my entire body, my legs jerking about uncontrollably. I half sat up, looking down, seeing my sister's face still buried between my legs, letting go of my breasts, forcing her head away. "Ok, ok...enough!" I began giggling, the sensitivity of my little clit now too much to bear as my sister reluctantly sat up, grinning at me. The glistening moisture of my spending like a sheen on her face as she licked her lips.

"Damn girl, you came hard that second time," she mused laughing along with me now. I felt like a rag doll, collapsing back into the bed, still shivering with pleasure, my toes clicking against one another as the aftershocks continued.

"You're telling me!" I managed, now sitting up again, an evil expression on my face as I looked at her. "Now it's my turn!"

**

Early on in my marriage, back when the sex with Robert was reasonably good, we had occasionally shared pillow talk with one another as a means of further exciting and stimulating ourselves. It was during one such encounter that I had actually shared with him a few of my teenage experiences, one in particular with Joyce. It had aroused him to no end, hearing how the two of us had curiously lapped at one another's cunts, though doing so only briefly upon each. Neither of us achieving orgasm while doing it, though we did lay afterwards side-by-side, fingering ourselves, watching one another until we did. Even that had caused Robert to blow his load as he sat beside me jerking himself off while I used my own fingers to do so myself.

Now, here I was again, after all these years about to taste my sister's pussy again, and only the second time I had actually done anything with another woman, though I had admittedly thought about it several times, always curious, always wondering.

"Tell me if I'm not doing this right," I asked her.

"It's hard to do it wrong," she giggled excitedly as she made herself comfortable. "But don't worry, I will. If I like something you're doing...you'll know, and then just keep doing that unless I tell you to do otherwise," she explained. "Oh, but play with my tits at first too, that always helps," she informed me.

Now lying between my sister's legs, I found myself looking at her in an entirely new way, a perspective of myself perhaps that up until now I hadn't really considered or thought about. Similar enough in many other ways, this just happened to be an area I wasn't at all too familiar with, at least not as up close and personal as I was at the moment.

"What are you doing?" She asked now lifting herself up, balancing herself on her elbows as she looked down at me. I basically hadn't done anything yet, except lay there looking at her.

"I'm looking," I responded casually, smiling, feeling my own blush spread across my cheeks at the admission of that. "Believe it or not Joyce, this is the first time I've actually seen a pussy this close, even mine!" I told her admitting it.

"Haven't you ever looked at yourself in a mirror?" She asked.

That made me laugh out loud too. "No, I haven't! Have you?"

"Hell yes! I've actually used a mirror to watch myself masturbating," she said sharing with me. "I've found it interesting to see the way my pussy pulsates when I come, not to mention the white frothy juice I very often leak out when I am," she added hotly, sending an unexpected jolt down to my own cunt upon hearing her say that. "Add that one to our things to do list," she then quipped winking at me. As neither one of us was in any real hurry here, she lay back closing her eyes, content to allow me whatever time I wanted or needed to simply familiarize myself with my sister's cunt. Something I now very much wanted to do.

Almost immediately I noticed her labia where perhaps a bit thicker and longer than mine were, at least by feel anyway. And as I gingerly placed my fingertips upon them, gathering them up in between, I carefully pulled on each, stretching them out. Joyce moaned pleasurably as I did so.

"Take your time sis, do anything you'd like to, to me...for as long as you like, we're not going anywhere."

I was delighted to hear her say that, because I honestly was fascinated, and decided to then take my time, exploring her in ways I'd never really explored myself. Once again I pulled on her neither lips, stretching them out like wings, even flapping them a little, marveling at their elasticity. I had likewise played with my own too of course, but never really watched it before, only felt it. Now seeing it this close as I did so, I could somewhat envision the way my own must have looked while pulling on them, teasing them with my fingers the same way I was now doing to Joyce.

"That feels nice," she giggled.

"Looks nice too," I told her hotly, becoming more and more aroused by the second, but not wanting to rush this exploratory pleasure in any way. Nor did Joyce seem in too big a hurry for me to move on and do something else either, encouraging me to take my time, which I did.

I now peered down into the darkness of my sister's cunt, saw what appeared to be a gathering moisture as I did, tentatively probing at her now with my finger, drawing out a bit of seepage. I then held it to my nose, once again marveling at her musky fragrance, sticking my finger into my mouth, sucking it, tasting her as I did.

"Hmm, that's naughty," she grinned, her eyes still closed as though she could somehow still see me as I lay there doing that. "Now...lick me with your tongue Deb," she said shortening my name, which she'd always done affectionately before in the past. "See how far you can stick it inside me," she added.

I now tongue-fucked her, just a little, mashing my face against her entirely, her aroma once again fueling my senses as well as my own escalating fire now once again down between my legs. I licked her again, and then again, now moving up to capture her clit, rolling it between my lips, sucking it. She moaned deeply, pleasurably, now rotating her hips as I continued licking her, fingers back inside, fucking her.

"Play with my tits," she reminded me. "Don't finger me just yet...not until I tell you too."

Reaching up, I now found her nipples, harder than even mine had been, thick little marbles as I rolled them around and around between my fingers. My lips still pursed, nursing her clit like a nipple as I sucked it, ever so gently, so softly until she cried out for me to do it harder to her.

"Suck it sis! Suck it! Suck it harder! And now...fuck me with your finger, stick it in and fuck me while you suck me!"

Her pussy was gushing at this point, her fluids flowing out of her as though a dam had been opened. The sounds my fingers now made as they slid in and out of her were more decadent and obscene than anything I could have ever imagined, and I loved every moment of it. Listening to the sounds I made as I played with her, the squishy, frothy juicy sounds as my fingers slid in and out of that now gaping mouth. My tongue like fire on her clit, dancing in the heat of it as she reached down taking my head in her hands, moving up slightly, her ass raised, humping herself against my face.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me baby, fuck me with your tongue, your fingers...make me cum, make me cum, make...me...cum!"

Seconds later she exploded, I actually felt a fine misty spray of her sweetness covering my face. I continued licking her, teasing her with my fingers, though she too finally became too sensitive and made me pull out, likewise now sitting up. She laughed upon seeing me as I did that. I sat licking my lips, sucking her pleasure off my fingers like we'd once done as young girls, tasting the frosting off the cake.

"Well? How'd I do?" I asked.

"Come here you," she said gathering me next to her, actually kissing me, which was also soft and sweet as our lips came together. We had once kissed like this again as girls, pretending we were boys, wondering what it might be like to actually do that with a boy when the time came. "It was good Deb, very...very good. Even better than the way Ted does it, but don't you dare tell him that I said that."

Hearing her say that, reminded me. "Ted? You're...you're going to tell him about this?" I asked incredulously. Once again her look serious as she rolled over onto her side facing me, her hand however coming out to once again tenderly tease my nipple.

"Well of course I am, I told you Deb, we don't keep secrets from one another, and I've actually bent the rules just a little here, being with you like this without Ted being present. But I'm sure he'll understand why when I tell him about it. But yes, of course I will. And I promise you, he'll love knowing that we did too!"

As much as I had enjoyed this experience, and was still enjoying it as my sister's finger once again found and aroused my nipple, I still wasn't all too sure how I felt about Ted knowing about this. How he'd react when he did, how I would for that matter. As though reading my mind, Joyce soothed me. "Don't worry about it sis, you'll see...there's still a lot for you to open your mind to, to explore with me...with us, if you're willing," she now added.

"Us? As in you and Ted?"

"Yes...but only if you want to," she now added assuringly. "But trust me honey...once you see my husband's hard stiff cock, you'll want it just as much as I do."

**

We soon after got up, showered and dressed. We had spent the biggest part of the day talking, and then fooling around in bed. It would be less than an hour before Ted was actually due home from work. Luckily with the two of us preparing dinner, we had everything in and nearly ready by the time he arrived. Still nervous, I avoided his eyes, though accepting a kiss on the cheek from him in saying hello. Joyce poured the three of us a glass of wine and then carried them into the living room where we now sat.

"Dinner should be ready in about twenty minutes," she told him sitting down next to him on the couch as I took a seat off to one side and across from them in a chair.

"So, how was your day ladies?" he asked sipping his drink, loosening his tie as he did so.

I glanced up and over towards my sister, wondering.

"Pretty nice actually," she began. "Been a while since we've gone down on one another, not since we were girls, curious, fooling around," she said simply. I glanced up and over towards Ted, he sat... a smile on his face knowingly as he did.

"Damn, wish I'd been home to see that," he then stated looking over towards me seeing me blush, still nervous, meekly smiling back at him. "Maybe later?"

"I don't know...maybe," Joyce said answering for me. "She's been given a lot to think about Ted, I told her everything, like I told you I was planning to do," she now said letting me know this was indeed something they'd discussed. I think Debra might need a bit more time to absorb all this, so maybe we should give her that don't you think?"

To be honest, I'm not even sure I heard all that. I was now sitting there staring at his crotch, as though wishing I somehow had x-ray vision. The image that had suddenly popped into my head so unexpected, uninvited, remembering what Joyce had told me earlier about another encounter they had had. How Ted had been inside her with her sitting on top of him, facing forward, another friend of hers from work, a female, licking and sucking the two of them together while they fucked. The image of that inside my head now, Ted's hard stiff cock deep inside my pussy, my sister's lips and tongue once again tickling my clit.

"I think I'll check on dinner," Joyce said snapping me back to the present.

"Need some help?" I asked already standing.

"Sure, we can start setting it out, setting up the table," she grinned turning back around to face Ted. "Why don't you go upstairs and change honey? Shouldn't be any more than a few more minutes. Make yourself comfortable," she added winking at him as she did. I wondered then what she was up to, but decided to wait and find out without saying anything.

I half expected Ted to come back down wearing nothing more than a robe the way my mind was working. But he had dressed into a pair of casual faded Levi jeans and a nice fresh clean looking tee shirt. If the two of them were trying to seduce me, they were being very coy about it. But the truth was, by now...I was actually hoping for it. I still couldn't get the thought out of my head of Ted fucking me with that large cock of his, even though I had never actually seen it, and the sensation of my sister's tongue once again lapping away at my clit.

Dinner was nice with easy conversation, and not once did either one of them bring up anything suggestive to me, though I actually sat there once again hoping they might.

"Well, that was good!" Ted said easing back his chair, already standing to collect the dishes and then carry them into the kitchen area. I stood as well preparing to help, but Joyce caught my arm.

"Don't worry about it, Ted will clear the table and take the dishes into the kitchen, we can wash them later. Now it's our turn to go upstairs and make ourselves comfortable for the evening," she said. I then followed her towards the stairs when she stopped once again turning around. "Another bottle of wine?" she now asked him. "And perhaps some nice soothing music?" She suggested. She turned back around then, heading up the stairs as I followed, wondering what indeed was in store for me as the evening progressed.

I was soon to find out.

**

Upon reaching the top of the stairs I stopped, wondering if I should return to my own room, though what Joyce had in mind as far as "slipping into something more comfortable", eluded me.

"Come on," she said waving towards me, indicating that I should follow her. "I've got something you can put on...though only if you want to," she informed me.

Downstairs I could already hear soft music as it began playing in the background. Ted had already put something on, and was no doubt even then opening a new bottle of wine.

"So, what's going on?" I found myself asking.

"Nothing...or anything," Joyce responded. "It's entirely up to you kiddo," she said grinning as she began rummaging through her lingerie drawer. "Here, try this," she said holding out what appeared to be a wisp of black lacy nothingness.

"You must be kidding!" I said holding it up, able to see right through it, even though it was pretty and nicely laced. "You seriously expect me to wear this?" I added holding it up to myself, looking at myself in the mirror as I did.

"That, or this one," she added tossing a white gown out, not quite as see through as the black one was, but almost as sheer. I knew that the moment I put it on, the dark coloring of my nipples would show clearly through the patterned lace even though there was more of it.

"What are you wearing?" I asked.

"Whichever one you don't," she grinned back waiting for me to decide.

"And why is it we're wearing these?" I now asked. "This your normal come home, lounge around after a hard day at the office kind of attire?" I sarcastically asked, though I was once again beginning to feel a little aroused, realizing if indeed I wore something like this in front of Ted, the implications of my doing so all but giving the go ahead.

"Look honey, you're not expected to DO anything, like I told you before. If you'd rather put on that shift you wore to bed the other night, then feel free. It's entirely up to you. And as far as Ted goes, he's not expecting anything. I already told him earlier not to, just so you know. If anything...and I mean if anything happens, it will be only because you want it to, ok?"

I chose the white one, as it did cover a bit more exposed area, though as I watched my sister putting the black one on, I had to admit, she looked damn sexy in it. Her equally full breasts, though clearly revealed, were softened with the faint patterns of lace crossing back and forth. She looked alluring with the deep plunging neckline, the hem just hovering below her crotch, a matching sheer pair of black lace panties peeking out that again did little to conceal anything in that area either. Though her neatly trimmed, close-cropped pubic patch seemed too highlight itself like a target area. Which was perhaps the purpose of it anyway.




A Shoulder to Cry On



"Yeah, I like the white one on you," she said coming over to give my left nipple a gentle flick with her finger. I felt it immediately stand up, pressing against the soft sheer material, and as I'd expected earlier, easily showing through now too.

"Oh great, now I'm lop-sided," I said trying to joke with her, though I was now nervous as hell as I stood there looking at myself in the mirror. She gave the other one a quick tweak as well. 

"There. That better?" She laughed as they both stood up stiff and straight now, clearly defined as my nipples poked against the material as though looking like they'd been wetted down. "Try the stockings," she added tossing those along with a matching garter set onto the bed, as she likewise stepped into a black one for herself. "Ted likes the way I look in these too," she smiled. "And he'll love the way you look in the white one's too kiddo."

It was funny in a way, as I felt like we were playing dress-up just as we used to do as kids. Only this was an adult version of that, a very, very adult version. And I knew that Ted would soon be staring at bits and pieces of me he'd never seen before, though again, Joyce and I were very similar in our appearance.

"Ready?"

"For what?"

"That's up to you," she shot back smiling. "Like I said before...for anything, or for nothing. Just be yourself, though you might consider letting your hair down just a little. Oh...and one more thing, if Ted and I do decide to you know...mess around a little? If you get too nervous or uncomfortable about it, then just say something ok? You're here to relax, maybe even have some fun. But if you're still not up to doing that, or you find yourself uncomfortable at all, then just say so...agreed?"

"So you'd just stop in the middle of whatever," I challenged.

"Well, maybe not in the middle of whatever, so you'd best decide how it is you do feel if and when we start something. So at least do it then, and not after we're balls deep into doing something else," she grinned wickedly.

Nervously I followed Joyce back down the stairs into the living room where Ted sat waiting for the two of us. He had indeed opened another bottle of wine, only then pouring us a glass upon hearing us descend. He handed them to each of us, looking at us appreciatively as he did so.

"Doesn't she look beautiful?" My sister asked as Ted's eyes wandered up and down my semi-exposed body.

"You both do," he said eyeing her as well. "You remind me of a pair of salt and pepper shakers though," he said teasing us. "And I feel like a piece of meat that would like to be seasoned."

We both laughed at that, as he was right, we sort of did. Looking just enough alike that we could have passed for something like that if we'd stood side-by-side. I was thankful for the wine however, and quickly drank half of it.

"Whoa, there girl! We don't need you passing out on us," Ted laughed as he refilled my glass. "The nights young yet, no need to be worried about rushing into anything," he then added, confirming what Joyce had said earlier.

"Sorry...am just a little nervous about all of this, about learning what the two of you have been up to and doing lately," I said blushing as I walked over purposely taking one of the single chairs as opposed to sitting on the couch where Joyce now sat. Ted didn't move to walk over and sit with her however, choosing instead to take the other single chair across from us both, still glancing back and forth between us appreciatively.

"So what did you think when she told you?" He asked.

I was now blushing furiously, looking over towards my sister for support, but she seemed just as interested in hearing what I had to say about it as he did. And to make matters worse, she was softly caressing one of her breasts through the flimsy material as she did. A point that wasn't lost on either one of us.

"Well, admittedly, I was a little surprised by it," I answered.

"More like shocked," Joyce said interrupting, still caressing her breast, though she likewise now spread her legs a bit, giving the two of us another added peak at her hinted at pussy still somewhat concealed by the sheer black panties she was wearing. "Told her about that little episode with Jackie," she finished eying me now for my obvious reaction. "Damn that felt good didn't it?" She suddenly asked looking at Ted.

I watched then as he moved his hand down towards his groin, an obvious bulge beginning to form there in his tight fitting jeans as he briefly cupped himself. 

"Oh yeah, sure did, and damn fun watching the two of you together, which reminds me, sure wish I'd been here earlier to see the two of you, bet that was even hotter!" He finished.

Admittedly, I was starting to feel a bit wet between the legs again, listening to the two of them, watching my own sister as she unashamedly caressed herself, and then Ted too in a way, as his bulge seemed to get bigger and bigger with each passing moment. And I was already feeling the wine. Though perhaps that had been my intent the entire time, suddenly standing with my empty glass, holding it out for Ted to fill it again. After he had however, rather than returning back to my own chair, I moved over now sitting next to my sister on the couch.

She smiled when I did that, spreading her legs a little further even, draping one of them over mine as I took my seat.

"Now THAT looks hot!" Ted said beaming at the two of us as we sat there on the couch together.

Feeling bold, not to mention horny as I sat there, I now reached down with my hand, dropping it into my sisters lap, one finger just running up the indentation she'd created with her panties as her wet slick pussy lips gathered in a bit of the fabric. "As hot as this?" I asked, now openly rubbing my sister's cunt through her panties.

"And speaking of hot...would you two mind if I went upstairs and got a bit more comfortable myself? For some reason, my clothes feel a bit tighter at the moment," he grinned standing, the bulge now pressing against his jeans totally obvious.

"Not at all," I assured him, continuing to stroke my sister's pussy with my finger, teasing her. We sat watching Ted as he disappeared up the stairs.

"Remember sis, you're not expected to do anything you know. I don't want you feeling like you're getting in over your head here...especially if you're not ready for this."

"Joyce? If you don't mind me looking at your husband's hard cock, who am I to complain? It's been so long since I've even seen one...I'm apt to come just looking at it!" I blushed, giggling.

She smiled at that laughing with me. "Well then...just wait until you do see it, and if you do come...then come. The whole point here sis, is to relax, wind down, forget yourself and have a bit of naughty fun if you're up to it."

"I think I'm up to it," I told her, now even more forcefully running my finger up her wet juicy split, though her panties kept me from sticking my finger inside, I could still feel her hard little clit as I tickled it. 

"Tell you what," she said hotly. "Let's give Ted something that will pop his eyes out when he comes back down stairs."

"What do you have in mind?" I now said getting into the mood for the "anything and everything" that Joyce had mentioned earlier.

"How about a naughty little '69'? I know how much that turns Ted on to see me doing it, and especially with you."

I laughed already picturing the look on his face when he came down, seeing us in the throes of enjoying that. "Why not?" I giggled. "Where?"

Joyce threw a couple of couch pillows onto the floor. "Right there," she grinned back at me, and then lowered her panties as much as she could, just as I did. We'd no sooner gotten ourselves into position, my tongue already working at her now exposed, wet slick pussy, and hers mine, when we heard Ted coming back down the stairs.

"Ok, I was wrong...this is MUCH, much hotter!" He said the moment he'd reached the landing, even before coming into the room, seeing where we now were, and what we were doing. As I was lying on the floor looking up, though backwards, I took a quick peek, my sister's wet pussy just above my face. Ted stood wearing nothing more than a bathrobe, something I'd actually expected to see him in earlier. It was now open too, his massive, beautiful erect cock sticking out as he stood there fisting himself, looking down at the two of us.

"Nice view from down here too," I told him looking up, though I heard the catch in my own voice as I did. Joyce hadn't been kidding me when she said Ted's prick was as big and as beautiful as I saw that it was. Far larger than Robert's even, with a nice sized head that I almost feared might get stuck in my cunt should I become so bold as to actually try it.

Joyce rolled away from me a moment later, though I was just starting to really enjoy her tongue inside my pussy.

"Want to see something really erotic?" She asked pulling Ted down onto the floor beside us. "Trust me?" She added, as I shook my head in acknowledgement of that. "Sit on his crotch then," she told me, "but don't worry, we're not putting anything anywhere's just yet," she grinned. Though it was now obvious by the look on Ted's face he knew where she was going with this, and by his smile, was all for it. Doing as I'd been told to do, I now watched as she took her husband's cock, slipping it underneath and through one leg of my panties. Curiously I sat there looking down, Ted's rock hard cock resting hotly next to my cunt, though Joyce quickly surrounded it with my panties and then leaned forward sucking it in.

"Oh fuck!" Ted moaned pleasurably as she did, now sucking his prick right through the sheer material of my panties. I sat, looking down, surprised at how sensual and erotic this really did look, especially when she removed her mouth, my panties now soaked with her spit and saliva, his stiff prick slick with her mouth juice, now clearly showing through my panties as she leaned over once again sucking him in.

"Damn!" I said simply, watching, though my hands came up to now begin caressing my breasts, though only for a moment as I suddenly felt Ted's hands coming up to replace mine. It felt good, feeling a man's hands on my breasts again, gently kneading them, though I returned to my looking, watching my sister giving her husband a blowjob through the panties I had on.

"Watch this," she said briefly, returning to her task at hand. Obviously they had done this before as Ted spoke a moment or two later.

"Almost there babe," he said gritting his teeth, his hands likewise signaling his imminent release as they dug even more deeply into my breasts, though I welcomed the intensity of it when he did. Seconds after that, he came, his first spurts obviously entering my sister's mouth as she continued sucking his prick, only then sitting up, her hand now taking over, jacking his cock as more and more of his liquid pleasure seeped through the material of my panties, soaking his prick and her hand.

I don't know why, can't really explain it either. But seeing Ted's cock as he squirted his thick rich cream into my panties, and as it then seeped through the material, my sister now licking it up, watching her tongue as it came away with his spunk that he'd just shot into my panties, and now through them was incredibly hot and erotic.

"Don't worry," she grinned looking up at me. "I always like to get the first one out of the way doing something like that. You'll find out, Ted's quick to recover, and his second and sometimes third orgasms last a lot longer, as he does. So it's worth it to get him off quickly the first time, so we can really settle down to business," she explained still pumping his now spent cock with my panties. Moments later he removed it, a torrent of cum still remaining behind however even then. Which is when I felt my sister's hand pressing his slickness against my cunt, smearing it about, so wet and sticky...and so wonderfully warm feeling.

"What are you doing now?" I had to ask.

"Something else I think you'll enjoy, but we need to get these off first," she said.

Undoing my garters, and then taking off my stockings and finally my thoroughly soaked panties, Joyce had me lay back down on the floor upon my back.

"Here, now spread your legs for me," she asked. I did so, still trying to see, looking down, Ted's cream still glistening, sticking to my bare cunt. She leaned over me then, one of her firm full breasts hanging down. "Go ahead honey," she told Ted. "Masturbate her pussy with my tit for me."

Taking one of my sister's breasts in his hand, Ted began doing just that. As wet and slippery as I was, the sensation of her soft full breast pressing against me, the feel of her hard extended nipple as he pressed it against my clit, effectively making the two of them kiss one another was glorious! But using his cum to further tease the two of us with was an added bonus. The sounds he made, as I became more and more slippery myself, my own juices now adding to the obscene sounding tit-fucking I was being given was far more sensual than I could have ever imagined. Ted continued teasing me like this for what seemed like an eternity, the mere thought of my own sister's breast fucking my cunt was in and of itself, quite the thought, and I soon felt myself hovering on the edge of a blissful orgasm.

"How'd you like to feel Ted's prick doing that to your clit?" Joyce asked. My eyes flew open immediately.

"Oh yes! Yes I would!" I said lustfully, all pretense of nervousness or embarrassment long since gone. Sitting back, Ted now took my sister's place, sitting between my legs, which I now wrapped to either side of his as he sat. Joyce reaching in, once again grabbing her husband's cock which she now began teasing me directly with, not sticking it in, but most certainly rubbing it all over the outside of my totally soaked cunt. Periodically she leaned forward licking his prick, tasting my juices, which now covered him as I continued to leak like a sieve. 

"Hmm, nice...sweet, tasty," she purred placing it back, once again spanking it, slapping his shaft against my pussy, nerve endings on fire now as I waited for the inevitable to occur.

"Gonna come for us honey?" She asked unnecessarily, seeing that I was nearly there now as it was. Ted's hands once again reaching out to grasp my breasts, gently pinching the nipples between his fingers, then lifting my breasts upwards off my ribcage just by doing that.

"Oh fuck! Yes! Yes!" I cried out, the sensation of Ted's cock still tickling my clit, my nipples now tingling with surprised pleasure as he shook them, likewise jiggling my breasts. I felt the dam burst, stars suddenly appearing inside my head, pulsations coursing through me, my cunt a liquid cooze of delight as it began to flow, carrying an overabundance of my juice from within it, which Joyce now used to further stimulate me with, almost to the point of insanity.

"God would you look at that!" She exclaimed, "She's squirting!"

I'd always gushed, had always tended to sort of mildly spurt when I came, little driblets of female juice pulsating from deep within my pussy at times. But I didn't really squirt, didn't actually have what many called a female ejaculation before, at least not like this one. But I opened my star-filled eyes just in time to see one final little streamer of girl juice actually skyrocketing up into the air, literally splashing against Ted's bare chest as he sat there looking down, watching me...grinning.

**

After that, I had definitely reached the "anything goes" part. Within a moment's time, I no longer looked at things the way I once had. One moment I did, the next moment I didn't. Seeing the love and adoration my sister and her husband had for one another, even while they sat including me in all this was as real as it could get. There was no pretense, no jealousy, no worries, fears or concerns. Only the shared love they had, and had now given just as freely to me.

I knew in that instant, there was no going back.

Not only had my world been turned upside down and inside out, but the pleasure I had experienced, the joy I'd been given in sharing it with the two of them, was now something I wanted to return, desperately in any way shape or form that I could.

We had touched, fondled, kissed and caressed one another for a long time after that. I'd gone down on them each, lavishing Ted's prick with my mouth, likewise sucking my sister's cunt while Ted looked on, stroking his prick, heightening my arousal as I sat watching him do so. I had enjoyed the feeling of making my sister come as he watched, the pure look of pleasure on her face as I drank down her own abundance of female juices, and then shared them with each, as we sat kissing one another back and forth.

"So...what's next?" I said enthusiastically.

Joyce laughed, still drained as she looked over towards Ted, he too just recovering from the double blowjob we'd given him less than a half an hour ago.

"I think we've created a monster," my sister said teasingly. "Though...there is ONE thing we haven't done yet, and again sis, it's entirely up to you if you want to. But...you've yet to take this magnificent specimen of a prick inside you. Think you're ready for that?"

I looked over at Ted's still somewhat flaccid cock, saw it throb at the mere mention of her saying that. Joyce saw it too, and burst out laughing.

"Go figure...I think Ted's going for a new record here," she told me. "Though that's not really a big surprise. And just so you know Debra, we've had our own pillow-talk discussions a time or two ourselves, and one of those main topics had been his desire to fuck the two of us side-by-side. Now, I'm a bit worn out myself, for tonight at least. But...you up for a nice hot shag? While I sort of help out a little?" She asked.

I was more than ready at this point. And it truly had been months for me now since Robert and I had actually had sex. I had almost forgotten what it felt like to have a man's cock thrusting away inside me.

"I am more than ready," I told them both, now wanting it more than I had ever wanted anything in my life before.

"What's say we go upstairs to the bedroom then?" My sister suggested. "I have a feeling after we do this, we're all apt to pass out right where we are. So we might just as well make ourselves comfortable in the event that we do."

We turned off all the lights downstairs, and then headed upstairs towards their bedroom. 

"So Deb, how would you like to proceed?" Ted asked politely, though he too had now used the shortened version of my name as a form of affection.

"Actually, I've had something specific in mind ever since Joyce mentioned it," I announced, seeing the knowing look in my sister's face when I said it.

"No surprise there!" She grinned patting the bed indicating to Ted where it was he was supposed to lay, as I climbed on top, facing away from him. Taking his hard swollen cock into my hand again, I now placed the mushroom like tip at the opening of my sex, rubbing myself with it briefly before inserting it, grasping it with my cunny-lips for a moment.

"God, he's so big!"

"Yes, and so fucking hard too!" Joyce added now placing her hand over mine as the two of us slowly began inserting his mammoth cock inside my pussy.

"You ready?" She asked.

I answered her by plunging myself down on Ted's prick, skewering myself in an instant, feeling the entire length of his shaft suddenly filling me to the brim as I slowly became accustomed to the size and shape of him inside me.

"Oh my god that feels good!" I said still sitting, unmoving for the moment before slowly beginning to do so. And then when I did, Joyce leaned over, her tongue coming out to lightly, and at first slowly, tickle my clit. With Ted's stiff prick now sliding in and out of my pussy, my sister's lips and tongue sucking, licking and flicking my little nut, I was soon delirious with pleasure. Thrashing about wildly soon after that, I came with an intensity I had never felt before, including every single orgasm I had experienced that evening, all rolled up together. 




A Shoulder to Cry On



Not only did I squirt, and squirt, and squirt, but as I did, Ted came again too, Joyce taking on the brunt of most of it, though she said afterwards how much she'd so thoroughly enjoyed it, pulling out Ted's cock, watching it spurt, his semen splashing into and against my own liquid spending as the two of us came together, drenching and nearly drowning my sister in the process.

And just as she'd said, we soon after fell asleep there in the bed, Ted in the middle, Joyce and I sleeping off on either side. We woke soon enough in the morning to have another quick glorious fuck together, this time Ted doing just as Joyce had said he'd hinted at. She and I laying side-by-side, Ted taking turns driving his prick in and out of the two of us until pulling out to squirt his semen on both of our cunts. She and I had then locked ourselves together in a nice scissored pussy-press, and came again as Ted looked on, wondering now if he might not call into work and take the rest of the day off.

Joyce and I soon after ushered him out the door, there were still too many things we wanted to do and experience with one another. As we promised, Ted's turn would come later on that evening, which it did. 

He didn't seem to mind having to wait, the two of us made it up to him in spades.

**

It's been nearly eight months now since Robert and I were divorced. I've gotten used to living alone again and have come to really enjoy it. I still go and visit with my sister and brother weekly, and of course we've continued to enjoy one another intimately whenever I do. I even met a very attractive man, and after ensuring he would make a nice fit, introduced him to Joyce and Ted. The four of us have since gotten together and I think he enjoys fucking my sister almost as much as he enjoys fucking me.

We even had plans to go out to a new dance club we'd been going to together that evening when I went down to one of the nearby malls in order to get a new dress and a matching pair of shoes. I had just come out of the shoe store when I literally ran into Robert, accidentally bumping into him as I rounded the corner. Needless to say, we were both surprised when we saw one another after all this time.

By now I had lost over fifteen pounds. Between dancing and going to the gym on a regular basis, I had toned and firmed up considerably. By the look on Roberts face as he stood back and scrutinized me briefly, I knew he noticed it too.

"Wow, Debra, you're looking good," he stammered meekly. "How are you doing?"

"I'm doing well thank you," I said politely, even smiling a little. "And you?"

"I'm ah...doing ok I guess," he said looking a bit uncomfortable though he continued to eyeball my new figure beneath the tight jeans and blouse I was wearing.

"How's Becky?" I asked unable to help myself.

"Oh ah...that ended a few months ago, I'm no longer seeing her," he told me smiling a bit more, almost hopefully.

"Oh? That's too bad," I said seeing a bit of a confused look in his eyes when I said that. "I might have considered inviting you two over for an evening," I said. "Wouldn't mind seeing her naked either, if she was into that sort of thing, might have been fun."

Once again Robert's eyes grew wide at the implication.

"But, if you end up with someone who is, give us a call, you still have my number yes?"

"Us?" Robert asked, as I turned smiling and simply walked away.

**



A Shoulder to Cry On



I just got back to the hotel from the bar. I sit here with a smile on my face recalling the last several days, when I hear a knock on my door...

I arrived in Cancun for a graduation present. I had just finished student teaching. One of my dear friends gave me a 5-day ticket that she couldn't use. My husband made it clear that I was to go, I had earned it. My mom took my son for me, so I didn't have to worry. My hotel room was paid for and because my friend loved me so much. Plus, she gave me $1000 for meals and having fun.

I went out to the pool to watch people and catch a little sun. I had no intention of having human contact; I just wanted to be anonymous. People were having fun or relaxing, but then I watched this woman come into my view. She was a hefty woman, with long, curly back hair. There was nothing special about her and yet I couldn't take my eyes off of her. My senses were on fire.

I overheard her call herself Texas and Valerie. I forgot about her for the most part, until she sat down beside me. I was listening to my MP3 player hoping she would go away. The first thing she said was not hi or what are you listening to. It was, "Do you like to bump and grind?"

I looked at her with an annoyed look on my face and said, "Do I look like I would? I am here to relax, would you just leave me alone, please." 

She apologized and walked away. That night I went to a local bar to have a drink but didn't like the scene, so I walked on to what seemed like a real quiet bar, until I got inside. It was a gay bar, so I didn't have to worry about being hit on. 

Men don't hit on me, why would women? Besides, I was glad to watch a new scene. There were several women that kept catching my eye. I sat in the corner, so not to be bothered. All of a sudden, Texas walked in, but I lost her in the crowd.

The next thing that I knew, she was at my table saying, "I thought you don't dance?"

I smarted off, "Does it look like I am dancing?"

She said, "You will," and walked away. 

I had a couple of drinks and then headed for the door. I saw a gal talking to someone right outside the door, but didn't pay much attention. 

The next day I did some sight seeing, just taking my time. I found a restaurant to have a nice dinner. I took a walk on the beach before I was going to turn in. There was a gal walking on the beach, it seemed like I should know her and then I realized she was the gal from outside the bar last night.

I watched her for a bit and then walked on. I decided to go have a drink before I retired, having an early morning the next day. The bar was very uneventful except for a couple of people getting a little wound up. I finished my drink and headed for the door. I was standing outside when all of a sudden, the door flew open, nearly hitting me and there was the gal from the beach, crying. 

She was slumped down against the wall. I watched her momentarily, but then I walked over to her and said, "I have a shoulder if you need it." She looked up and just stared at me, slowly standing to lay her head on my shoulder. I didn't say anything; I just wrapped my arm around her. She started to regain her composure and I asked, "Are you OK?" 

"I lost my mom a number of years ago tomorrow, and it still really hurts. I am OK now, thank you."

I handed her my room key, "If you need to talk again or just need a shoulder, I will be here for 3 more days." 

I walked back, wondering if I helped her any and knowing that I had. I got back to my room, took a long shower, and was climbing into bed when I heard a very soft knock on my door. "Come in if you have a key." I ducked in the bathroom to put some clothes on as she walked into the room. 

"Is that shoulder still available?"

"Of course it is." I climbed on the bed and she followed. I sat at the head of the bed and she placed her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her and with a moment of silence, she started to weep. Quite some time passed before there was silence. 

"You are very tense, maybe I could rub your back, ease your pain." She turned so that I could rub her back, and then she started to talk. 

"Here in just a couple of hours is the anniversary of her mother's death." I didn't say anything, I just kept rubbing. She just kept talking, and then suddenly she stopped. I slowly rapped my arms around her, and held her. She held onto my arms and then slowly turned towards me.

Looking deep into her eyes, she leaned into kiss me. I was motionless for a moment being taken by surprise then the kiss progressed. It was passionate, soft and breath taking lasting for what seemed like an eternity. 

When we broke, she started apologizing. I placed my finger on her lips, "If that is what you needed than it is fine."

"I need to be going, I'm sorry."

"I am here if you need me. Good night." and she was gone.

The next morning I heard a knock on my door, and then heard, "Room service." I opened the door and a cart was rolled in. The waiter served me and left before I could tip him. There was a note next to my plate. "Thank you for what you did for me. Please meet me at the bar tonight at 9 pm. Love, Hope."

I had a soft smile on my face, thinking about her. What I didn't know what that Texas and Hope were learning about each other as I ate breakfast. 

Hope's mojo was running when she left my room, so she went back to the bar. She was dancing in a group of people when someone came up behind her, grinding to the groove of the music. From that point on, they danced together, talking. After a couple of hours, they mutually left together.

When they entered Texas's room, they were all over each other, kissing and touching. When they finally took a breath, they talked instead of going any further. They curled up in bed together, neither knowing why they stopped but feeling like something was missing. They went to sleep holding each other.

I went sight seeing after breakfast. I couldn't keep my focus, I wanted a release. No, I needed one. All of a sudden, Texas popped in my head. Why her? Why now? Why is Hope in the background? So many questions; so few answers. So much for sight seeing. I need a nap; I need clarity. 

When I woke up it was late afternoon. I had bought khaki shorts and a white, sleeveless blouse to show off my tan. I wanted my spikes trimmed so I went down to the lobby and asked if that was possible. There was a shop next door that would do it for me. They were not busy at the shop so I got right in. They convinced me to do highlights of red and blonde. After a couple of hours I walked out of the shop loving my new look. I went to an outdoor bistro to enjoy some local cuisine and watch the people. 

I was daydreaming when my food came. The food was wonderful but I needed to freshen before going out. I went back to my room to change clothes but I was comfortable and I thought I looked good for me, which wasn't saying much. My friends think I look good but I am my own worst critic. I didn't know what to expect but I headed out the door to find out.

When I got to the bar, there was a sign saying, Girls Night Only-Bring your $1's. I was now curious because that would normally mean strippers. I walked in and sure enough, I was right. Everything was a dollar. I ordered a drink and went to "my" table in the corner. It was only 8, so I decided to sit back and enjoy the view. 

Time flies when you are having fun, so I was shocked when Hope slid in the booth beside me and gave me a passionate kiss, then softly "Hi!" She was wearing a black bikini strap top and black jeans. She was hot. It wouldn't be long before someone stole her away. 

About that time, Texas walked up, leaned in to kiss Hope and then slid in on my other side. We sat and chatted but it wasn't long before they dragged me to the dance floor. I wasn't sure what to pay attention to, the stripper in front of me on the stage, or the women dancing with me, tough choice. 

We danced and drank, getting freer and more liberal. At one point, I saw the stripper I had been watching out on the dance floor. She came toward me and we danced. Just like my friends, she basically used me as a stripper pole. The funny thing was that I really just wanted to dance with Hope. 

I was turned on for a number of reasons when I took her on the dance floor. I let my hands wander without her protest. She turned and whispered in my ear, "I wondered if you liked me?"

I grabbed her face and kissed her with reckless abandon. It was on like Donkey Kong. Hope, Texas, and I were all over each other. Finally I said, "I can't take anymore. I am going to my room, if you want to continue this party, I will see you there" I walked away and went back to my room

...I answered the door and grabbed Hope. I pinned her up against the wall, kissing her wildly while pulling off her shirt. Texas was unbuttoning mine. On a dime, I spun around, threw her on the bed and jumped on top of her, kissing her too. Clothes were flying everywhere. Finally, I pinned Hope on the bed saying, "Stop. I want to enjoy this." Then I slid down between her legs. 

Texas was playing with Hope's beautiful, luscious globes and kissing her. It took me a few minutes to find her hot spot but finally an orgasm was inevitable. She intoxicated me. It was like I was in a trance and couldn't stop. After numerous orgasms, screams, and moans I slid up beside her wanting to read her eyes. She and Texas were starting to play.

I moved over to the chair in the corner and watched. For the longest time, they didn't realize I was gone. They finished with a long passionate kiss then curled up together. 

Only then did they start looking for me. I had put on shorts and t-shirt, and I was deep in thought. Hope came and kneeled in front of me. Taking my hand, I slowly looked at her with a soft smile. She pulled my hand to come to bed. "That is not necessary. I got pleasured just pleasing the two of you."

She looked at me and said," I don't want to, I need to. You were so generous even though you didn't know me. My mother would have liked you, please let me do what I want and more importantly need to do."

She stood up and held out her hand. I took a hold of it but pulled her to me, right onto my lap. We looked into each other's eyes, and I felt like I was looking into her soul. Our lips met like we were intently searching for something. 

Her hand was caressing me. I stood up with her in my arms and laid her on the bed. I undressed and climbed on the bed. Texas got between my legs while Hope let her hands wander. We all slowly picked up the pace; I guided Hope on top of me into a 69 position with me. 

I was approaching orgasm so I decided to insert a distraction. I reached over the edge of the bed and grabbed my smaller double headed dildo, slicking it up with lube. I slid it in her pussy, surprising her. I said I can do you or we can do it together. Texas helped us get together. It didn't take long before we got into a rhythm. We came together then Texas said my turn and grabbed my dick. I said not with that one. She pouted until I pulled out my 18" Purple People Eater. 

We mounted up and went to town. We were both on the verge of orgasm but neither one able. So I slid off, flipped her over and fucked her until we both exploded. I fell back, disoriented. The next thing I knew, there were fingers in my pussy and on my clit. 

It only took about 1 minute to flood for those 2 beautiful ladies. They crawled up, Texas behind me and Hope in front of me. We all fell asleep. I woke up and whispered in Heather's ear- "I'm glad I offered my shoulder to you."



A Shoulder to Cry On



"Sex is not a mechanical thing. It isn't just 'DOING it.' It is like beauty. Some beautiful things are quiet and tranquil, like this place. Some beauty is fiery and passionate, like a thunderstorm or heavy waves on the sea. Some beauty is deep and consuming, heart wrenching and uplifting at the same time. It's the same with sex - it's not always the same thing. Sometimes you need slow and sexy, and sometimes you need strong and forceful. Sex is art and emotion, not time and motion. It's musical, not mechanical." 

"The first thing a man learns is the mechanics of it; what goes where. He knows from personal experience with masturbation that something happens to him after a while; orgasm. And he knows how he feels after orgasm; complete and depleted, fulfilled and exhausted, and perhaps guilty because he doesn't know if you feel the same way. You follow me so far?"

"Yeah," she replied, obviously enjoying my words.

"A healthy sexual relationship needs to fulfill both partners, but most men don't have the first idea how to satisfy a woman. They know how it works for them, so they assume that's how it works for the women. They just don't know any better, and sometimes they are too embarrassed to ask. It's a hard thing for a man to admit a failing, especially a sexual failing, and so you get guys who are perfectly fine men, but who don't know what they are doing and don't know how to find out."

She gave a little snort of laughter and said, "I think you just described Roger exactly."

"I kinda though so, based on what you told me. The good news is that he can learn. And so can you. Don't think he is the only one with something to learn!"

Again she giggled a little, a lovely sound and an even more lovely sight. She turned on her side and faced me, holding her head on her hand as I was. Our faces were close now, the kind of closeness that you know is going to lead to something further. I lowered my tone a little, trying to sound seductive and sincere.

"He just doesn't know what you need, and he doesn't know how to find out. He can't ask you because you don't know, and if you did I bet you'd have a hard time telling him. We need to change that. Tell me what you want." I delivered that last line staring directly into her eyes, and with the best intensity I could manage.

She was visibly shaking now, and her free hand was playing with the shirt fabric in a very nervous way. She stammered a little, making halting attempts to speak.

"Tell me. What. You. Want."

"I want you to kiss me," she blurted out, lunging for me. I leaned back and put my hand on her shoulder, forcing her back.

"No you don't. You want me to touch you, but the kiss is all you know. What you really want is this." I lifted my hand from her shoulder and gently ran my fingers down the side of her face, tucking a few loose strands of hair behind her ear, then slowly caressing down the side of her neck, down her shoulder and down to her collarbone. I traced the collarbone down to the base of her neck, then down in between her breasts under my soggy shirt. I continued the caress, now arcing high over her small breast but dipping down the side of it as I headed back down, slightly cupping it with my fingertips. She shuddered and let out a low moan at my touch.

"Or this," I said softly as I raised my hand to her left shoulder. I traced my fingers softly down her side with my thumb toward her front, brushing her breast, then lower across her torso. When my hand got to her hip I dipped a little lower to touch the front of her thigh and let my thumb brush the very edge of her bush under the shirt, then on down to her knee. She shivered almost violently when I touched her there, her eyes closed tightly and her mouth slightly slack.

"You don't even know how you like to be touched, so how can you expect him to know?"

I stood up and stretched a little as that position had been a little uncomfortable. I also wanted to giver her a little show. I was in very good shape, well muscled and tanned with that rugged, weathered look you tend to get from spending so much time outside, and I wanted to make sure she knew it.

"Would you like to discover what it is you like?"

Still obviously trembling, she nodded her head, apparently not trusting herself to speak. I simply nodded, trying to hide my smile. 

"Sit up."

She did so and I moved around behind her. I whipped off my shorts quickly and sat down with her between my legs, facing away. She noticed that my shorts were off but had not time to react before I placed my strong hands on her shoulders and pulled her into my chest. She was trembling violently now and I decided I had better calm her down before she hurt herself.

"Shhhh. Relax. I won't hurt you, and if you want me to stop you just tell me. OK?" She nodded, still unable to speak. I wrapped my arms around her, one high around her shoulders and the other low under her breasts, and held her tight, letting her adjust to my presence. I rocked gently back and forth in what I hoped was a calming manner and tried to minimize her stimuli. Her breathing slowed a bit and the trembling subsided, but she was still very anxious.

"I am going to touch you now, slowly and carefully, and I need you to tell me how you feel when I do it. You need to know your hot spots, and we will find them. When I touch you, you tell me a number between one and ten that gives me an idea of how much you enjoy it. A 'one' is nothing at all, no arousal. A 'ten' is the hottest thing you've ever felt. Understand?" Again, she nodded, and this time replied.

"OK."

"I need you to take the shirt off." I said, releasing her and leaning back a little. She hesitated a moment, but I think she had already decided how far she would go. The shirt came off and I took it from her, tossing it on my discarded shorts. I looked at her long, pale back and started to plan my moves.

With my left hand I pulled her hair aside, and with the right I placed a single finger at the base of her neck, just under the hairline, and slowly traced it down her spine about 6 inches. She shivered slightly, and reported a quiet "Three."

Still, with my right hand, I touched the front of her ear and traced it's edge, up, around and down. No shiver this time, but a similar report. Again she spoke a quiet, "Three."

I repeated the ear motion, but this time behind the ear, and continuing down the neck to the beginning of her shoulder. This time the shiver returned and the number jumped. "Ohh," she cooed, "That's a six, I think." She turned her head a little to show me her smile.

I leaned in close and whispered into her ear, "You see how a small change can have such a strong reaction?" Then I retraced the path of my finger, but this time with my tongue, behind her ear and down her neck, ending with a tiny nibble and a kiss at the base. As expected, she shuddered and let out a sound, half gasp and half grunt. A direct hit.

Still leaning in close, I moved my right hand around to her front, and again applied a gentle stroke of the finger to her right collar bone, starting from the center and moving slowly out to the point of her shoulder. This produced much more reaction than I expected. She shuddered strongly, and her entire body seemed to gain tension as my finger moved, as if I were winding up a spring. She even held her breath, and when I lifted my finger she exhaled explosively, shifting around and fidgeting as if uncomfortable in her own skin. 

"Oh shit! That was a 10!" she said in amazement. "I knew I liked my shoulder rubbed, but I didn't know it was THAT I was after. Damn!"

I smiled and again leaned in close to her ear.

"You see now, your own body can be a stranger." I reached both hands around her and took up her hands in mine, then brought them up to the base of her neck. Our fingers intermingled, I drew our combined fingertips across both collarbones, center to shoulders. Again she shuddered, and this time she moaned, a hungry and plaintive sound coming from her upturned face, eyes closed tightly. 

It was time to finish this. She was ready, and my swollen penis was painfully full and poking into her lower back. Neither of us could take much more, but I wanted to make sure she was at full speed, so I gave one last push. I moved our left hands down between her breasts and under the left one, while moving the right hands down the outside of her right breasts and further down. I whispered into her hear, "Lets not be strangers to your flesh," just as our hands closed on her pointed B-cup. She shuddered again and yelped with surprise and lust, but I pushed further. Our right hands, fingers still intertwined, dipped down through her sparse tuft of pubic hair. All together, I moved our hands down into the burning heat between her slender thighs, dragged my tongue down the side of her neck again and bit the base, and gently pinched her nipple between my finger and hers.

Her reaction was intense. Her shuddering erupted into a spasm of over stimulation and her hands clenched my own. She took over my right hand and pushed it lower, forcing my fingertips against her clit. Her left hand let go of mine and reached over her shoulder, finding a fist full of my hair. Her moan had become some kind of howling shout, some senseless noise that sounded like nothing but a complete surrender to passion.

This didn't last long, as she couldn't handle the input. Her senses overloaded, she was reduced to animal instinct, and she knew she needed me inside her.

She stood up, pushing my hands away in the process. Immediately, she turned around and sat on my lap, facing me as I sat in the ground. She raised her hips enough to make room for me and grabbed my penis roughly. She quickly moved me into position and dropped her weight on me, burying me deep within her steaming sex.

Now it was time for us both to howl in the evening air. Wrapped in the heat of her passion, tight even through the passionate flow of her juices, I yelled like a madman at the complete wild ecstasy of this beautiful woman making mad love to me. She in turn grunted loudly through her moans as she humped me, almost completely out of control in her need for my presence inside her.

I held her rib cage, just below her breasts, and helped keep her upright while she threw herself down on me over and over with wild abandon. Her hands were knotted in my hair and her legs were wrapped around my torso. She thrashed against me, using arms and legs to pull herself hard down me, to force me deeper into her, and then in just moments she reached orgasm. Eyes tightly shut and teeth bared in a grimace, she continued to thrust herself onto me while gasping loudly with each motion. She raised her head and barked out her lust to the darkening sky in waves, timed to our motion. She came for what seemed an eternity, bucking in my lap like a wild animal, until finally her energy gave out and she slowly collapsed in my arms.

Her hands loosened and dropped from my hair as I hugged her to me. She was exhausted and limp as a rag doll, sitting in my lap with my erection still buried inside her. Her breathing was fast and heavy and we were both drenched in her sweat. I hugged her to me to keep her upright and in place, and she weakly hugged my head to her bosom.

We sat there in that intimate embrace for several minutes, enjoying the afterglow of her shattering orgasm. Her breathing slowed and she regained some composure. She pushed away from me slightly and held my face in her hands. She regarded me at close range for a moment, looking into my face for something. Perhaps she wanted to see that the connection was mutual, or that I didn't think less of her after this exhibition, which I expected was the most extreme of her life. I tried to convey trust and openness, and still burning desire. I try not to be a selfish lover, but I think I would have died right there had I not been able to proceed with my needs.

She kissed me gently, a deep soulful kiss, and as our tongues met I gently thrust my pelvis forward, pushing a few inches into her. She made a muffled sound of approval, and I let myself relax and slide back out. I moved my right hand down to the top of her ass to help guide her, while still holding her tightly against me with my left.

Slowly we made love there on that dim patch of grass by the creek, amidst nature's purest beauty. The sounds of our breathing mingled with the strong flow of water and the cacophony of the ever-present crickets in the brush, and the smell of our sweat and sex overpowered the wildflowers and spruce trees. We made love like music, like poetry, like the beauty we lay in.

Eventually I lay back and she remained on top, slowly swiveling her hips forward and back with her hands on my stomach. We watched each other, eyes locked except when I broke away to watch her lovely torso writhing above me, those perky little breasts hanging over me. My hands wandered her flesh, cupping and caressing her breasts, her face, her stomach and thighs. She followed my lead and began touching me, my chest and stomach, even reaching back to caress my balls and the base of my penis as she lifted herself up.

Our pace began to quicken as we stimulated each other further, my hands once again tracing her collarbones and the undersides of her breasts. She drew her feet up and squatted over me, intending to start bouncing quickly, but I stopped her. I sat up and put my arms under her legs and around to hold her torso, forcing her legs up against her. It wasn't easy, but I struggled to my feet while holding myself inside her, and there we stood. With most of her weight against my penis, I slowly moved her up and down. The sensation was amazing as I moved inside her, and she clutched around my neck to hold on. 

The stimulation against her clit was strong, and the motion inside her was something she had never felt before and I could feel her rising to another orgasm. I was coming close as well but I knew I would have to stop since we had no protection. I spoke this concern, "We need to stop; I don't have a rubber."

"Don't stop! Christ, don't stop! I'm on the pill. Please don't stop!"

What more encouragement could a man wish for? I increased my pace and took a wide stance for balance. Still I only moved her up and down, grinding her clit into me and watching her swoon. Again she started grunting out her passions, and again my hair was treated to a strong fist as she struggled to hang on. She came again, howling to the early moon now, lunging up and down against me. I held her tight and kept up the tempo, making sure she rode this feeling as long as her body would allow. I was close, very close, but I decided to hold back for a little while, for one last special presentation.

Her orgasm ended and she collapsed against me, almost falling out of my grasp. I quickly lowered her to the ground and stayed above her in a missionary position, and again I let her calm down a little. But I had little time left and the burning need to ejaculate was very strong. I bent down and kissed her, and made my suggestion.

"I've seen your animal, would you like to see mine?"

"Yes! Oh God yes! Show me," she gasped in wonderment, amazed there was anything left in me after our acrobatic sex. I smiled and lifted myself off her, finally removing my dick from her hungry hole for the first time. I rolled her onto her left side, left leg out straight, which I straddled on my knees. I held up her right leg and entered her swiftly. From this position I sank all the way in immediately, plumbing new depths we had not yet reached. She moaned at the renewed intrusion, and I began to unleash my own animal.

Cradling her leg in my right arm and letting my left hand roam over her hip, ass and back, I began a slow pace of full thrusts. All the way out, until the head barely split her lips, then slowly back in down to the balls, then a final thrust to reach the very bottom. Then again, feeling every nerve as it slid across her quivering flesh. Out, pause, and back. And again, my left hand caressing her breasts, then tracing down to her ass and a brief exploration which caused her to squeal just a little. Out, pause, and back.

The tempo slowly increased as my balls continued to ache, and it looked like Janet was coming with me again. Her face began to contort in what I now knew was the precursor to another roaring orgasm, and I could no longer contain myself.

I thrust hard this time, slamming myself against her, my rigid member engulfed in her flames. She yelled in surprise, and I quickly repeated it, holding her tightly to me and driving every last bit of myself into her belly. I quickly set a withering pace, fucking her wildly and deeply, allowing my own animal to have it's way.

I reached that point of no return quickly, such a brief calm before the storm, and then it started to hit me. My entire body seemed to exist only to thrust, to fuck, to ram myself deeper into this willing woman. I yelled, full volume, with every thrust, releasing my control along with my spurting semen and recognizing only my need to fuck! And Fuck! And thrust! And Fuck! And Fuck! I turned my head back and howled out my final thrust as I held it, pulled her against me as tightly as I could and felt my seed blasting into her. She was wailing with me and together we sang a nameless tune to whatever listens to lovers in the forest.

My back arched and twitching, I squeezed my final drops into her. The echoes of my final cry rang through the darkening wood, and my body gave way. I collapsed in the grass behind her and lay panting, my already-shrinking member laying at a strange, satisfied angle and glistening with our lust. I could not move. The feeling of completion, of contentment, was overwhelming. My throat was raw and painful, but my body was fulfilled like never before.

Janet came over to me and laid her head on my chest, staring into my face. We lay there for a short time in the darkness, able to see only our barest outlines. I imagined a host of feelings washing across her beautiful face, and I wished that I could see her better.

"We should go. The game will be over any minute." I said. She lifted her head and nodded, then stood up. It was a struggle, but I did the same. We stood there in front of each other, naked and defenseless, and soaked in the glory of our intimacy. We did not speak. There was too much to convey, and no words capable of doing it. We embraced and held each other tightly for a moment, and then released for a final time.

I gathered my clothes as she set across the pond for the far bank. I crossed with the damp clothes above my head and together we dressed in the darkness under the trees.

The trip back was slow and silent. We could not move as quickly in the darkness, even as well lit as it was by a nearly full moon. Much of the trail was well lit, and in these places we ran lightly back to camp. We heard the gong ring out the end of the game as we hit the red trail, giving us just enough time to return without suspicion. I stopped her shortly before we hit "civilization," and pulled her close.

I gave her a gentle parting kiss, and with our faces still close, I said, "Don't be a stranger." I smiled and motioned for her to go on ahead of me. She stepped back and turned, ready to run on into the central clearing, and she looked at me again. In that small patch of moonlight I could see her face clearly, and what I saw was nothing less than pure beauty.

She turned away and ran, leaving me alone in the darkness. We had campers to collect and stories to tell and hear, and the night would go on for quite a while as the kids talked themselves to sleep. But I couldn't tell my story, not the real one, and certainly not to the kids. Implicit in our tryst was the understanding that no mention be made to others.

Just as well. I'd be surprised if I could find the words to describe it.