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August 22

By: Hooligan21



I was sitting on the couch, browsing through the morning paper while I half-halfheartedly watched Sportscenter, when Tara bounded into the room.

"Its a beautiful day outside," she said, "we should go for a run or a walk or something." She was already dressed for a workout, with her short pink running shorts and her white sports bra. Basically, she was telling me she was going out and she thought I should too.

I was exhausted from a long work week and was looking forward to a couple days off, watching the Sox-Yankees series was the only activity I had planned. I looked out the window and saw the summer sun shining brightly. She was right, it was a gorgeous summer day. As much as I wanted to relax, I couldn't allow myself to waste such perfect weather.

I placed the paper beside me on the couch and looked up at her, smiling. "Sure, sounds good, baby. Let me get changed."

The smile lit up her face as she beamed and did a little bounce. Clapping her hands, she exclaimed, "Yayyyy."

I chuckled as I lifted myself off the couch and headed upstairs to the bedroom. I chose the closest thing I had to running shorts, a rather longish, army green pair, but they were lightweight. I grabbed a gray sleeveless shirt from my drawer and a fresh pair of socks and headed back downstairs to find my sneakers. 

She was waiting at the foot of the stairs with my sneakers and my knee brace. I smiled. She always thought of everything. I sat on the stairs and finished dressing for a day out. I allowed my eyes to travel up over her long legs and up her body until our eyes met and I knew she was checking me out as well.

Standing up, I smiled and said, "Ready?"

She nodded and we headed out the door. "I figured we'd go over to the park, there's a nice nature trail we can use." The park she was talking about was less than a mile walk from our house. The county had recently built a nature trail curving through the woods. I knew about it, but had never seen it. I figured she had.

We walked side by side, talking idly about our respective jobs and other stuff. As we approached the entrance to the park, she turned to me and asked, "So, are you up for a run or would you rather just walk?"

"What do you normally do?" I responded.

"I usually go for a little run, the trail is pretty long though," she answered.

"Well, I'll run as long as I can," I smiled.

We reached the head of the trail and she stopped and started stretching. I followed suit, but couldn't help watching her out of the corner of my eye. She was beautiful, I found her as attractive as the day we met, even more so. Her clothes showed her body off well. Her wonderfully toned stomach, her long silky legs. The sports bra constricted her breasts, but I could use my imagination there.

I heard her cough and looked up at her. The grin on her face told me she had caught me staring at her. I willed myself to tear my eyes from her body and stood upright.

She smiled and said, "Try to keep up, big man," and started jogging. I started after her, running softly beside her. I knew she was starting out slow, but would soon be running much faster. Her little jab at me was a bit of a challenge. She knew she could outrun me. She had more stamina and I was also sporting a knee that was less that a hundred percent.

We ran at an easy pace for awhile, not talking, just looking around at the trees in their mid-summer glory. Listening to the birds chirping and breathing the fresh smell of a summer morning. We came upon a few people walking the trail, enjoying the day in a more leisurely way. I found myself somewhat surprised at the number of people out before noon. I figured they were enjoying it before the afternoon heat became unbearable.

Her pace increased and although I was easily able to match her, I could feel my breathing become more labored. We crested a small hill and the trail snaked down into deeper woods. The sunlight barely made it through the trees here and the temperature was noticeably cooler. The further we went, the less people we encountered. There were brief stretches where the only sounds I could hear was the pounding of our feet and our breathing. To be honest it was more my breathing than hers.

It wasn't long before she pulled ahead of me and I was unable to keep up. I wasn't winded yet, but if I tried to keep her pace I would be. I knew she was holding back a little bit for my benefit as well.

We ran deeper into the woods along the trail, passing less and less people.

After a bit, she turned back and asked "Want me to slow down, Ryan?" I shook my head 'no' and she grinned and turned back. Mustering up every bit of energy I had, I pushed myself to a full sprint. I easily caught up to her and reached out with my hand to smack her ass as I passed.

She shrieked and jumped a little as I passed, but quickly regained her bearings and quickened her pace. I ran at top speed for as long as I could, but the burning in my legs and the shortness of my breath didn't allow that to last long. She soon overtook me and returned the favor of smacking my ass as she did.

I noticed her gait was effortless, wherein mine was top speed. Her breathing was even and easy, unlike my own ragged labored breath. My little game of catching her, had finished the job of completely winding me.

I slowed to a stop and coughed out her name. She turned to see me, hands on my knees trying to catch my breath and jogged back beside me.

"You okay, baby?" she asked.

Panting, I responded, "Yes, just a bit winded. Need to take it easy for a minute."

"We can walk for a little bit baby," she said and took my hand. Holding my hand in hers she gently tugged me along as she started walking. I stood up and followed behind her. My breathing eventually slowed and once again I began to notice our surroundings. The bright green trees and grass. The intoxicating smell of the fading morning dew. The sounds of the birds and crickets chirping.

It wasn't long before my eyes found their way back to her body. I found myself staring at her ass inside those short pink shorts. I smiled to myself and vaguely registered her head turning back to look at me. She must have noticed where my attention was and soon began swaying her hips back and forth more deliberately.

I let out a low groan which drew a chuckle from her. I couldn't see her face, but I could imagine the grin that was plastered there. Suddenly she stopped without warning. With my attention elsewhere, I walked right into her, my crotch bumping into her ass. 

She pressed back against me and ground her hips a little. Turning her head back to me she smiled and said, "Watch where your going mister." She started walking again, with me following close behind her.

We were both looking around at the beautiful sights, the different trees and shrubbery as we walked. Every so often she would come to a complete stop, causing me to bump into her again. Every time she would push back against me and grind her ass into me, before starting to walk again. It didn't take a genius to figure out she was doing this on purpose. My confirmation came when she pointed to a cardinal in a tree just before she came to a stop.

I smiled and played her game. We walked, stopped, ground into each other. After about the tenth time I decided to be bold. When she stopped and I bumped into her, I wrapped my arms around her and covered her breasts with my hands. I could feel her nipples harden almost immediately and when she pushed her ass back against me, grinding, I could feel my body responding to her as well.

We kept up this mutual teasing as we walked further down the trail. By this point I was nearly fully erect. When we bumped together this time, I moved my hips up and down, sliding my shaft between her ass cheeks.

Out of nowhere, I caught sight of a jogger heading towards us from further down the trail. She started to move, either she didn't see him or didn't want him to see us like this. I quickly grabbed her hips and pulled her back against me. Not wanting the passerby to see my shorts tented, I pretended to point something out to her in the trees. She caught on and nodded. Leaning her head back onto my shoulder. It was all I could do not to press my lips against the flesh of her exposed neck.

The runner passed us and she pushed away. We resumed our walk. I looked back and saw no one in sight. No one in front of us either. I reached down and took her hand and veered off the path.

"What are you do-," she started but cut herself off as I squeezed her hand. I cut a path through the trees and she followed willingly. I could hear her breathing behind me and could tell she was excited.

When I was satisfied we were out of sight from the trail. I stopped and pulled her to me. Our eyes met as I backed her up against a strong tree. I could see my desire mirrored in her eyes. I leaned in and kissed her hungrily, pressing her back against the trunk of the tree. She returned my kiss with equal vigor, her arms snaking around my neck.

My hands found their way to her hips as our tongues danced together. I hooked my thumbs into her shorts and began pushing them down. She wiggled her hips helping me work her shorts and thong down her legs. She moaned against my lips as the cool morning air hit her exposed pussy.

Her fingers danced on my neck as her lips moved along my jawline. I hooked my thumbs into my own shorts and pushed them down my legs, along with my boxers. She nibbled my bottom lip as my cock, hard from our teasing bounced free.

Hearing voices from the trail, I kissed her fiercely once more, pushing her against the tree. As the voices faded away, I lifted her left leg up around my hip. Instinctively she wrapped it around my torso. Lowering my hips slightly, I reached down and took hold of my throbbing cock. Rubbing the head up and down through her slit, coating it in her wetness. The heat coming from her was immense and she moaned into our kiss once more.

With another slight dip of my hips, the head of my cock was poised at her opening. Her breathing was as labored now as mine was during our run. With a quick upward thrust I buried myself fully inside her. Her moan echoed through the trees. If anyone was nearby, they certainly would have heard that. 

Holding her ass cheek with my right hand, I raised my left hand up and covered her mouth. Her eyes bore holes in me over my fingers. My lust for her, fueled by our earlier teasing, and our location, where we could be easily caught by an inquisitive passerby, dictated that this would not be a slow and easy love making, but rather an hard, savage fuck.

I felt her inner muscles squeeze around my shaft and I immediately began pumping my hips up into her. She moaned into my palm with each deep thrust I took. I was soon pounding my cock into her, pushing her body against the tree. She pushed back into me with everything she had.

With her leg securely locked around my waist, I raised my right hand and pulled her sports bra up over her breasts. The pink nipples were rock hard and just begging for my mouth. I hungrily obliged. I felt her teeth against my palm as I lowered my head and sucked first one, then the other nipple between my lips. 

My hips never slowed, driving my cock deeper and deeper inside her as I ravaged her breasts with my mouth. Soon, I felt her nails digging into my back through my shirt, she dragged them up and down my back as I thrust into her. Her moans were muffled by my hand. Thank god, because I could hear more walkers on the trail, out of sight.

The moisture was flowing from her pussy now, coating my balls as they slapped against her ass.

I dared to remove my hand from her mouth and take hold of her hips with both hands. She pursed her lips to quiet herself as I watched her breasts bounce with each powerful thrust of my hips. The sound of our flesh slapping together the only noise I could hear.

Our eyes locked, her desire evident in her stare. I drove my cock into her pussy again and again. Her muscles tried to squeeze me, but her wetness allowed me to glide through easily. Soon, she couldn't hold back her moans any longer. A few soft moans were eventually followed by a rather loud one. Startled, I quickly leaned forward and kissed her deeply.

When I broke the kiss, my hand covered her mouth again. My own breathing was ragged once more. I grunted as I fucked her. I could feel my body slipping closer to the edge of release. She nibbled on my palm and pushed her body into mine.

"I'm close," I panted between thrusts. Unable to speak, with my hand over her mouth, she weakly nodded her head up and down. When I felt my shaft swell inside her, I leaned into her, burying my face against her collarbone and growled into it as my cock exploded.

When my seed shot into her depths, I felt her muscles quiver around my shaft. Her pussy flooded me as she hit her release as well. I could hear and feel her moan muffled by my hand. I pulled my hips back and thrust back deep inside her one last time, eliciting another moan.

My body was pressed against hers, pressing her back against the tree, my cock still firmly embedded inside her. I softly kissed her neck and removed my hand from her mouth. I could hear her trying to catch her breath, just as I was attempting to catch mine.

After a few moments, I raised my head and met her eyes. We smiled at one another and shared a soft kiss. Her arms hugged me tight to her and I could feel her hard nipples through my shirt. When her breathing slowed she spoke.

"My back is scratched up, but that was wonderful, baby."

I smiled and kissed her. Letting go of her leg and letting her foot fall to the ground, I lowered my hips, pulling my cock out of her. I knelt down and pulled my shorts back up, then knelt again and did the same for her.

I stood back up and our eyes met again. She smiled and reached her hand out and around my neck, pulling me in for another kiss.

When we broke the kiss, I whispered, "I love you, baby."

"I love you too," she responded and kissed me again.

When our kiss broke again, she laughed softly and said, "I'm not sure if I can walk right now."

I laughed and turned around, squatting down and silently offering her a ride on my back. Looking over my shoulder, I saw her laugh and re-adjust her sports bra. She then stepped forward and accepted my offer. I hooked my arms under her knees and stood up. Slowly, I made my way through the trees, back toward the trail.

As I approached the tree line, I looked from side to side, trying to spot fellow nature lovers. When I was satisfied there was no one in sight, I ducked out of the trees with her on my back and headed back up the trail towards home.

As I walked, I noticed I could still feel the heat from her pussy on my lower back, through my shirt. I smiled to myself. After a bit, I could feel her lazily dragging her fingers over my shaved head. I thought about the shower we would take when we arrived home. Even after our intense session a few minutes ago, I could feel my cock twitch at the idea.

Eventually, we spotted people walking towards us. Before they were within ear shot, she told me to put her down. I looked back, wordlessly asking if she was sure. She nodded and said she was fine to walk now.

I lowered her to the ground and she immediately took up position next to me. Her hand sought mine out and our fingers laced as we started walking. As we passed the other walkers, I noticed their smiles at the sight of us. A loving couple, walking hand in hand, our faces flushed, our flesh slick with perspiration. As far as they knew it was from a hard workout. If they only knew, I thought and laughed to myself.

When the people had passed, she turned to me suddenly and standing on tiptoes, whispered in my ear. "I can feel your cum leaking out of me."

I coughed at her words and looked at her. She smiled innocently and kept walking. I squeezed her hand gently. Soon we were conversing normally as we walked. Every so often though, she would stop to adjust her shorts and wiggle her hips. I smiled knowingly every time.

After a nice leisurely walk, I eventually saw the beginning of the trail. Knowing we were less than five minutes from being home, I said, "Damn, I need a shower."

"You?" she said with a twinkle in her eye. We smiled at each other and walked out of the park and headed for home. 

I looked at the sky as we approached the house. The sun was shining brightly against a sea of blue. I estimated the time to be around noon and wondered how hot the day would get. I also wondered if we would take another nature walk later this evening. I smiled at the thought as we turned onto the walk heading to our front door.

We both headed straight for the kitchen when entering the house. Reaching the refrigerator first, I grabbed 2 bottles of water and handed her one. I drank my entire bottle with one swallow and grabbed a second, sipping that one and watching her drink hers. When she finished, I took the empty bottle from her and headed to the recycle bin with it.

Before I turned back, I heard her say, "I get the shower first," and laugh as she dashed up the stairs. I glared towards her, but she wasn't looking. I stopped by the front door and removed my shoes before following her upstairs.

When I reached the bedroom, I heard the shower already running. I walked to the stereo and started up a Social Distortion CD, turning the volume up enough that she could hear it in the bathroom. I stripped my clothes off and threw them in the closet hamper, grabbed a towel and walked into the bathroom.

She was already in the shower, her shorts and sports bra in a pile on the floor. I pulled back the shower curtain and stepped in. She was tilting her head back under the spray and never saw me enter. The music I had started ensured that she never heard me coming. When she opened her eyes and saw me, I saw a brief flash of surprise.

"Its summertime," I said, "always a good idea to conserve water. She smiled. I smiled back. My eyes quickly scanned her body from her silky legs, over her smooth pussy, up to her full breasts with tiny pink nipples until my eyes met hers.

I reached out and placed my hands on her hips, turning her to the side as I squeezed past her to get under the water. The cool shower felt wonderful on my heated skin. I tilted my neck back and allowed the water to hit my smooth scalp.

I opened my eyes and looked at her. "How's your back, baby?" I asked.

"A little scratched but okay" she answered.

"Turn around and let me see."

She complied with my request and my eyes were immediately drawn to her ass. My concern for her scratched back quickly overrode my lasciviousness and I raised my eyes. Her back had minor scratches from our woods encounter. Nothing a little lotion and a tender massage couldn't cure.

I reached out and grabbed the soap. Rubbing it between my hands to work up a lather, I gently started running my hands and the soap over her back. She cooed her appreciation. I lathered her skin up from her neck to the small of her back, before dropping to my knees and running the soap over ass, lingering just a bit. I finished by soaping up the back of her legs.

I stood behind her and used my hands to move her, switching positions with her again. With her back to the spray of water, I began lathering up the front of her body. I felt her eyes follow my movements as my hand and the soap gently covered her breasts. I rubbed my palms over her nipples. They were hard again, or was it still? I didn't linger on the thought, instead I lathered up her belly and hips.

I could hear hear breath catch when I dropped to my knees again. I soaped up her legs starting with her ankles and making my way up. I looked up and briefly caught her eye, before running the soap between her legs and over her swollen pussy.


August 22



I rubbed gently over her sex, my finger parting her lips. I glanced up to see her tilt her head back allowing the water to wash the soap from her body. A second finger joined in gently spreading her folds and I heard her breathing intensify.

When I felt her hand on my shoulder, I pushed both my fingers inside her. Her grip on my shoulder tightened. I leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her stomach.

"God, Ryan," I heard her moan. I knew she came easily when properly stimulated. Our romp in the woods had her sufficiently stimulated. Her nails dug into my shoulder blade as I plunged my fingers in and out of her, her muscles gripping at my invading digits.

My kisses trailed over her belly button and neared her waist. She was moaning louder now, no longer needing to be quiet. I wondered if she was releasing some pent up noise now. I moved my thumb to rub her clit as my fingers fucked her.

When my lips settled just above her pussy, her hand gripped my shoulder tighter yet. Her nails dug into my flesh, the feeling was wonderfully excruciating. She nearly screamed, "FUCK!" as her muscles tightened on my fingers and her pussy became even wetter. She rode out the waves of her orgasm on my fingers. Her hips gyrated slightly. Her breath came in pants.

Eventually, her grip on my shoulder loosened and I planted another soft kiss on her belly and stood up in front of her. Her eyes seemed glazed when they met mine, she offered a weak smile, which I returned before leaning forward to kiss her lips softly.

When the kiss broke, she looked at me and said, "God, what you do to me." She took the soap from my hand and nudged my hips, turning us until once again I was under the water. She looked into my eyes and said, "turn around," as she lathered up her hands.

I turned my face into the spray of water obediently and was soon rewarded with the feel of her hands washing my back. She followed the same pattern I had done with her. Starting at my neck and working down to the back of my legs. I swear, she even lingered on my ass as I had done on hers.

She stood up behind me and pressed her body into my back. I felt her nipples against my flesh as her breasts crushed into me. With a gentle tug on my shoulder, she let me know she wanted me to turn around. I quickly obliged and was facing her once again.

She smiled and began washing my shoulders and arms. She ran the soap over my chest, lingering on my nipples. Again, exactly as I had done to her. I could feel my cock twitch when she soaped my stomach before dropping to her knees and washing my legs.

When she ran the soap up my inner thighs and cupped my balls, my shaft rapidly began to harden. She gently lathered my balls before taking my cock in her soapy hand. As her hand slowly stroked up and down my shaft, I leaned back and allowed the water the flow down my body and wash the soap away. Her hand, holding the soap, reached up and handed it to me. As I was putting it away, her grip on my shaft tightened as she stroked.

Suddenly, without warning, I felt the tip of her tongue on the head of my cock. I groaned at the surprise and braced my hand against the shower wall. I looked down to see her lips curl upwards in a smile. She knew she had gotten me and was proud of it.

Her tongue swirled around my cock head. The feeling was exquisite. Her hand continued to slide slowly up and down my shaft. She tilted her head to the side and I felt her run her tongue down the length of my shaft. She gently squeezed my balls as her lips wrapped around the base of my cock. Another groan escaped my lips.

My eyes closed and I savored the sensation of the water beating off my back as her lips and tongue ascended my shaft again. When she reached the head, her lips parted and she sucked me gently into her mouth. She sucked softly on the head of my cock. My senses were suddenly on overload. Unlike her, I didn't usually come so easily. Especially, when I had just cum so recently, but I knew now that I wouldn't last long this time.

I felt the muscles of my legs twitch as her lips began to descend my shaft. I kept one hand against the wall and reached down with the other to run my fingers through her wet hair. She slid her lips further down my shaft. My breath caught, I moaned softly. Soon I felt the head of my cock against her throat. She held me there for a second, before forcing herself to take more.

My fingers twisted in her hair, her lips were now around the base of my cock. Her fingers were fondling my balls. Every nerve ending in my body was firing. She pulled her lips back up my shaft to my head, only to quickly take my entire length in her mouth once again. My eyes opened and closed as she repeated this motion again and again.

When she pulled her mouth completely off my cock, I groaned my disappointment. I needn't have worried. Her lips and tongue quickly descending the side of my shaft until she reached my balls. She sucked each of my balls between her lips, swirling her tongue, coaxing a groan of satisfaction from me. When she had paid sufficient attention to my balls she ran her lips back up my shaft and took my cock into her mouth once again. She bobbed her head rapidly, her tongue massaging the underside of my shaft as her lips moved up and down.

Soon, I had reached the point of no return. I was barely able to choke out a warning that my release was imminent. When I told her I would cum, her mouth never left me, but I felt and heard her say "Mmmmm" around my shaft.

Twisting my fingers tighter in her hair, I came with a loud growl. My eyes closed and my whole body shook as she swallowed every drop of my seed. When she was satisfied she had milked every drop from me, she pulled her mouth off my cock and softly kissed the head before standing up.

She smiled and licked her lips as she looked at me. I was sure my eyes were as glazed as hers had been and that my smile was just as weak. I reached out for her hips and pulled her to me.

"Goddamn. I love you," I said softly.

"I love you too" she said before our lips met in a soft kiss once again.

We mutually decided it was time to exit the shower, before we looked like a couple of canned prunes. I shut the water off as she pulled back the shower curtain. When I had turned back she was already reaching for the towel I had set out. It was then that I noticed it was the only towel set out. I hadn't surprised her at all. She fully expected me to join her in the shower. I smiled at the idea of how well she knew me, and how well she could manipulate me.

When she was finished drying off, she handed me the towel. She stood in front of the mirror and brushed her hair as I dried myself. We walked, naked, together out of the bathroom back into our bedroom. I walked over to the stereo and turned it off. I noticed the time was 12:45.

"I could use a nap," I said.

She nodded an agreement and pulled back the covers. She climbed into bed naked and I quickly joined her. She turned her body into mine and snuggled against me. Our hands roamed each others bodies softly. Eventually, we drifted off to sleep in each others arms.

I awoke a couple hours later. I glanced at the clock. 3:10. I squeezed my arms around her and kissed her cheek. She stirred. She yawned and rubbed her eyes.

"What time is it?" she asked sleepily.

"A little after 3" I told her.

"What time is the game?"

Damn she's good, I thought to myself. "Starts at four," I told her, "are you hungry?"

"Yeah," she answered as she stretched beside me. I loved when she did that. I felt her body touching mine from our feet up.

"I'll throw some chicken on the grill" I told her as I started to slide out of bed. She wrapped her arms around my torso and hugged me tight, not wanting to break our contact just yet. Eventually she released me and smiled.

"Sounds good," she said as I slid out of bed.

I slipped on a clean pair of shorts and a t-shirt and headed down stairs. I entered the kitchen and pulled a couple chicken breasts and a beer from the fridge. Opening the beer and taking a sip, I quickly made up my mind on how to prepare the chicken. I decided on a quick tequila lime marinade.

After tenderizing the chicken, I placed it in a zip lock bag along with some olive oil, a few shots of tequila and some margarita salt. I took another sip of my beer and grabbed the lime juice from the refrigerator and squirted a liberal amount into the bag. I shook it up and placed it on the counter. I decided on a nice rice pilaf and some fresh grilled asparagus to accompany our chicken.

I heard her climb out of bed as I began pulling some peppers and the asparagus from the fridge. I was chopping up the peppers when she came downstairs. She entered the kitchen and immediately walked up behind me. I stopped chopping as she wrapped her arms around me from behind. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed the back of my neck.

"What are we having?" she asked. When I told her, her only response was "mmmm." She released her embrace of me and grabbed my beer and took a sip. Without asking if I needed any help she padded off towards the study. She knew I didn't need any help in the kitchen, I did this for a living after all. I assumed she was going to do a little work on the computer while I cooked. 

I finished my prep by dicing an onion, mixing some chicken stock and tossing the asparagus in some garlic and olive oil. I then headed out to the deck and fired the grill up. Our grill came equipped with a side burner, so I planned on cooking the rice there. Might as well do everything outside, I figured. I put the pot of stock on the burner and headed back inside.

I picked my beer up off the counter and finished it, placing the empty bottle back down and looked at the clock. Three thirty. The pre-game show should be starting. I walked into the den and turned the TV on, turning the volume up so I could hear it in the kitchen. I could hear her typing away in the study. She worked from home mostly and took the time to do so whenever the mood struck her.

Inspiration struck me at that moment and I headed down into the basement. We had a moderately stocked bar down there, in what she called my 'man-cave'. It was tastefully decorated with Red Sox and Chicago Bear memorabilia. I had plans to eventually paint one wall to resemble the Green Monster in Fenway Park, actually her idea, but hadn't gotten around to it yet. There were 2 recliners as well as a couch and my big screen TV. This was where I entertained during football season and baseball and hockey season as well. Not to mention March Madness. Hence the name 'man-cave'.

Our bar had all the essential liquors. Vodka, gin, vermouth, a couple whiskeys and scotches, rum and more than a few bourbons. I had a small fridge which was empty now, but on game days was usually stocked full of beer. We also had a small wine rack. The wines were mostly gifts and some that she had picked out for parties. I didn't know one wine from another, I'm a beer and bourbon man myself. I figured white wine would go best with chicken and proceeded to pick one out. I hoped I had made a decent choice as I headed back up to the kitchen.

I put the bottle of wine in a small bucket and filled it with ice. I grabbed the bag with the chicken and the the cutting board with my chopped onions and peppers and headed out to the grill. I put the vegetables in the stock pot and placed the chicken directly onto the grill. I saved the marinade in the bag for basting. I walked back inside and wrapped the asparagus in foil, measured out some rice, and grabbed the needed utensils. Specifically, a pair of tongs and a basting brush.

I went back out to the grill, pulling the screen shut to allow me to hear the TV while I cooked. When the stock and vegetables had reached a boil, I poured the rice in and killed the heat. I was turning the chicken and preparing to baste when I heard her walk into the kitchen and open the refrigerator. Moments later she came out on the deck carrying a fresh beer for me. I smiled. It was then that I noticed what she was wearing. 

She had a white tank top on with obviously no bra underneath, and she had slipped on a pair of my boxers as shorts. A habit of hers that I encouraged with all my heart. They were big and baggy on her, which she said was comfortable, and damn she looked sexy in them.

"Thanks baby," I said as she handed me the beer. She stood there as I basted the chicken and placed the foil-wrapped asparagus on the opposite side of the grill. She breathed in the scent as the aroma rose from the grill. 

She looked up and me and smiled. "Thanks for cooking for me big guy," she grinned and swatted my ass, beating a hasty retreat back into the house. I smiled and took another swig from my beer. I turned the chicken a few more times. I looked to the sky and noticed some dark clouds approaching from the west. I had planned on enjoying this meal on the deck, but it seemed as if a summer thunderstorm was on its way. Guess we'll have to sit inside and watch the Sox battle the Evil Empire while we eat, I thought, oh well...you win some, you win some.

When the chicken was done, I gathered everything up and carried it into the kitchen. I piled some rice on two plates, placing a chicken breast on each pile. I cut a lime up and squeezed some fresh juice over each. I divided the asparagus between us and poured two glasses of wine.

"Tara," I called, "its ready."

She bounded happily into the kitchen and cooed when she spotted the two plates of food. "Mmm looks great, baby" she said. I handed her a glass of wine. "Ooooh, wine too" she said, raising her eyebrow playfully.

"I hope I picked a good one," I told her. She took a sip and nodded affirmatively. "I was going to suggest we eat on the deck, but it looks like a storm is rolling in," I continued, "care to join for me for a ball game?"

"Sure," she said as she picked up a plate, "who's playing?" She laughed at her little joke and I gave her a glare followed by a smile and followed her into the den.

The game was already in the second inning when we settled onto the couch to eat. Thankfully, Boston was already up 3-0.

We ate our meals, which she complemented me effusively on, talked a little bit and cheered when the Sox scored. The game itself was rather anti-climatic. Boston jumped to a 12-0 lead and eventually won 14-1. I noticed the sky getting darker but the rain had held off so far. When we had finished eating she took the plates to the kitchen and returned with a fresh glass of wine for her and a fresh beer for me. Like I said before, she knew me well. One glass of wine was about all I could take at one time.

During the post-game show, the local news interrupted with a severe thunderstorm warning. I looked out the window and noticed the sky, very ominous to the west. I heard the low rumble of thunder and turned toward her. 

"We may have some lightning to watch baby" I smiled. We both shared a fascination for summer thunderstorms. We had often spent hours watching the lightning out our bedroom window.

"Cool," she said, getting up from the couch and heading towards the stairs.

I took the time to make sure the front door was locked and everything was turned off. Satisfied I hadn't missed anything I headed for the stairs. Stopping to look out the window, I noticed the sky was very dark, nearly pitch black. Just then a flash of lightning lit up the sky. Our show was starting. The thunder rumbled loudly as I ascended the stairs. 

"Hurry, Ryan" she called from the bedroom, "you're missing it."

I found her on the bed, face down, looking out our bedroom window. She had opened the curtains wide and was raptly watching the light show. I made my way to the bed without turning the lights on and settled in beside her.

We watched as the lightning strikes became more intense, the thunder rumbled louder, eliciting a few oohs and aahs from us. After one particularly bright flash, she turned to me with a giddy excitement etched across her face. I shared her smile. Our heads leaned closer to each other and we shared a soft kiss. When we turned back to watch the storm, I placed my left hand on the small of her back and began rubbing softly.

Soon she had scooted closer and was leaning her head on my shoulder. Her right hand was resting on my back, between my shoulder blades. Her fingers were dancing lightly over the base of my neck. My fingers had found the spot where her top met her shorts and had found bare skin. I pushed my hand under her top and softly rubbed her flesh.

We lay there, casually massaging each other while watching the storm, when I felt her body shift again. She raised her right leg over my legs and settled it nearly between them. She was almost laying atop me now. Her lips were near my ear now, and she wasted no time blowing softly on them. She planted soft kisses on my neck, all the while gently massaging my neck and shoulders. I continued to rub her back, under her tank top, sliding my hand higher and higher. I watched the storm rage outside and realized another storm was brewing in here. After the days events, I doubt it would be as loud, but no less intense.

I tried to keep my focus on the storm outside our window, but she was making it difficult. Apparently, she had bored already of the lightning and was now kissing and sucking softly on my neck. Taking the time, every now and then to nibble my ear lobe and suck my earrings into her mouth. Eventually, her actions got the better of me and I shifted my body so I was laying on my side facing her.

Our lips met in a passionate kiss, arms and legs tangling as our bodies pressed together. I caught a flash of lightning out of the corner of my eye as my hands began pulling her tank top up. She broke the kiss and lifted her arms as I removed her shirt. When I dropped it off the end of the bed her hands immediately went to my shirt and started to tug it upwards. I lifted my arms to allow her to remove my shirt and when it was discarded we kissed again. This time, I felt her bare breasts and hard nipples against my chest.

After sharing some kisses and letting our hands roam, we quickly rid ourselves of the last of our clothing. Kissing her deeply, I rolled her onto her back. My lips began working their way lower. Lingering for a minute on her jawline and neck. I could feel her nails scrape along my back as I worked my way down.

When my lips made it to her chest, I felt her nails dig into my shoulder blades. I lovingly kissed the swell of her breasts before sucking a nipple into my mouth. My tongue swirled around the hardened nub as my hand found her other breast. After a few seconds, I moved my mouth over to her other breast and gave it the same treatment. Her hands were now on my neck, pulling my head into her breasts.

A crack of thunder caused me to raise my eyes to the window. When I lowered them again, I saw her eyes closed and her mouth open. I started kissing my way from her breasts down to her stomach.. I could feel her stomach rising to my lips as I kissed lower. Her breathing was becoming louder and her hands were now encircling my head. 

A flash of lightning lit up the room as I kissed over her belly button and ran my tongue along her hip. I slid my body down between her legs and continued my mouth's travel south. Her hands seemed to be pushing my head lower and I eagerly obliged. When my tongue darted out and touched her pussy, her moans mingled with a roll of thunder.

I savored her taste and soon parted her lips with my tongue, hungry for more. I ran my tongue up and down her slit while her fingers danced over my scalp. When I sucked her clit between my lips, no amount of thunder could drown out that moan. Her hips rose off the bed, pushing her pussy firmly against my mouth.

I kept up my oral assault on her sex until her hands gripped my head tight and lifted my mouth from her. "Inside me," she panted, "I want you inside me now. Give me your cock baby."




August 22



I rose up on my knees and crawled between her legs. I watched her lick her lips as she stared at my cock. I took hold of my shaft and stroked it for her. I scooted closer, rubbing the head between her lips and over her clit. Her legs rose up and wrapped around me. I found her entrance and eased the head of my cock inside her.

"OOOHHHH RYAN!" she moaned.

I pushed in until I was buried completely in her silky wet heat. My body lowered over hers. I kissed her deeply. Her inner muscles squeezed my shaft as I held still inside her. Her breasts were crushed into my chest. Her nipples, hard against mine. I felt her begin to move her hips and I followed suit. We developed a slow, gentle pace as the lightning lit up our dark bedroom.

Her hands softly roamed up and down my back. My hands brushed her hair back from her face. We kissed. We made love. I watched the rain pelt our bedroom window as I slowly slid my cock in and out of her pussy.

I noticed her breathing pick up. Then her hands slid between us, she pushed up on my chest. My eyes met hers. No words were needed. I pulled my cock from her and laid back, my head on the pillow. She sat up and crawled to me. Stopping to suck my cock into her mouth. She cooed as she licked her own wetness from my shaft before climbing up my body.

Her knees straddled my torso and she took hold of my cock holding it upright. I shuddered when she rubbed the head against her clit. With a throaty moan she lowered herself on my shaft. Once again buried deep in her warmth and wetness, my hands went to her hips.

She leaned down and kissed me deeply, her hips rolling slowly. Our kiss broke and she bit softly on my bottom lip. With another loud moan her hips began moving harder and faster. My hands guiding her up and down my shaft. I felt her nipples drag over my chest as she began to buck against me harder. Her excitement building, her moans grew louder and longer.

Suddenly, she pushed her hands against my chest and sat straight up on my cock. My fingertips rubbed her thighs as she began to rise and fall. A massively bright flash of lightning lit up the sky and the dark bedroom, framing her body as she rode my cock. The thought crossed my mind that I had never seen a more beautiful sight.

Her movements started to become erratic. Her body slamming down onto mine. I could tell she was close. She bounced wildly on my cock, using it for her pleasure. Her eyes flashed open and met mine.

"Yes baby. Yes. Cum for me. I want to feel you cum on my cock," I groaned.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as she slammed herself down on my shaft. I could feel her walls spasm around me. She let loose a wild, animal like scream as her pussy exploded. Her whole body shook as she rode out her orgasm. I lay there, looking up at her, smiling.

When her orgasm had subsided, she opened her eyes and smiled at me. She started to move again, knowing I hadn't cum yet. I sat up and gripped her hips with my hands and rolled her off me. She looked at me with a little disappointment as I positioned her on her side. When I slid my body behind hers, spoon style, she looked over her shoulder and smiled. She lifted her leg over mine, opening herself for me.

I reached down and guided my cock back into her. Her arm reached back and encircled my neck. She held me close as I slowly began to thrust. She pushed her ass back into me. Our bodies quickly found their rhythm again. Our breathing, mostly pants at this point, seemed perfectly synchronized.

After a few minutes, I had reached my own breaking point. I whispered into her ear, "I'm cumming baby."

"Mmmmm," she responded and squeezed her arm around my neck. I sucked on her shoulder as I came deep inside her. My arms around her, hers around my head. Our legs tangled, we lay there, winding down. At some point, I noticed the storm had passed outside as well.

We fell asleep holding each other. At times one of us would wake, stir the other from their sleep and we would caress each other, share a soft kiss and drift back to sleep.

When I finally woke the next morning, she was already out of bed. I caught the aroma of fresh coffee wafting up the stairs. I climbed from bed and dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. I found her in the kitchen and walked behind her, wrapping my arms around her. I kissed her neck and told her good morning. She cooed and handed me a cup of coffee. 

I carried the coffee with me as I went out the front door and down the walk to retrieve the paper. When I came back inside, I went to the den and turned the TV on. Flipping on 'Sportscenter', I settled in to read the news. As I was finishing up the sports section, she joined me on the couch. She sipped her coffee and looked at me. When I picked my mug up, she finally spoke.

"Up for another run today, baby?"

I could only smile in response.



August



"Oh yes, Daddy! Give me more please!" Pamela snarled in Tyler's ear through gritted teeth. Her hard chocolate nipples raked his chest as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held on while he bounced inside her. Pamela arched back as far as she could while straddling him so that his hard tool could reach as far as it could into her lovely black velvety pussy. And so he could have an unobstructed view of her smooth glistening torso and triangular B cup tits as they bobbed in unison with his upward thrusts.

"Tyler! Tyler!" She amplified the pitch of his name each time she said it. "TYLER" She was screaming it now. "TYLER! OH FUCK YES!" Tyler's alabaster fingers dug into the globe of each cheek as he slammed her down on his dick. Pamela never thought that a white man would give her the fuck of her life- let alone a redhead. Weren't redheads supposed to be wimps and with a name like Tyler? C'mon! 

"Oooh Ooooh. " She was cooing at this point, speech wouldn't come because she was on the verge of that fragile thing called an orgasm. She didn't want to disturb it, it was like tip-toeing around a soufflé one wrong move and poof it was gone. Pamela had promised herself that she would never see Tyler again and this was just a one-off- a dirty story she'd tell the other gals at the nursing home – the night she got her swirl on! So she had allowed herself to be free she would use his body for its ultimate purpose-her pleasure. She could be bossy and ask for what she wanted, she could be submissive and take what was given or any other combination. She could scream and not worry about the neighbors. She wouldn't even worry about being sore the next day. 

Tyler was leaving town she never had to see him again. He didn't travel in her social circles anyway. She was a hairdresser on the North side of town and he was a personal trainer on the South side. He was leaving to pursue a more lucrative job in Los Angeles. She was staying put, sewing in extensions and braiding hair in her small salon.

"Fuuuck me white boy" she thought. She started doing the math in her head if he was 27 and she was 29 how many more fucks were in him tonight, maybe 2 more or 3 more. She needed all 3 of those fucks including the one she was having right now. This was going to have to last her until the next time she could trust someone. She was relaxed so she could have her beautiful precious jewel of an orgasm. He pulled her off of him and her pussy fairly puckered reaching for that pink cock. "No," she moaned. "More." Orgasm aborted, she was in the perfect position where he was stroking all the right spots, and the rhythm was good. "Goddam porn" she thought. What was it with all these changes of position this was not a square dance it was the horizontal mumbo and it only had one tempo –what mama likes!

He grabbed her by the hips and then maneuvered her onto her side. He knelt behind her and raised her top leg into the air where it made a complete 90˚ angle. He threw his leg over her resting leg so now they would intersect and he could pound that gash from the side. He could see the little bits of pink flesh peeking from in between her swollen lips. Tyler spat on her pussy and she jumped startled from the spray. He creased her lips with the tip of head from the clit teasing the entrance with his head. 

She had no time for teasing; she quickly reached down and spread her lips apart for him with her hands. He pushed into her and rotated his hips until he was stirring her insides like he was making pudding. She was still a little pissed; he had robbed her of her orgasm her little hard to achieve nugget of happiness.

Next time she thought, "Handcuffs." A smile emerged when she thought of the idea of handcuffing him to the bed so she could ride him like a mechanical bull. Her mind went instantly to all those videos she'd seen of women riding the mechanical bulls on YouTube. 

The ride operators went to great lengths to simulate a sexual experience with those things. The damn bull would go up and down in these smooth movements, and then spin around quickly. Then the bull would suddenly lurch forward so that the woman's pussy would be in direct contact with the hump in the machine's back. This is when the bull would shake violently like a giant vibrator against the woman's clit. You could always tell the first-timers, the ones who had been dared by drunken girlfriends or lascivious men waiting for a free show and not truly knowing what to expect. 

It must have been worse for the women who only had on light sundresses and panties underneath because when the bull dipped and would remain motionless for a moment, the women would attempt to sit up and then the vibration'd hit them and their faces would be beat red. Some would try to cover their faces and not let on how good it must have felt in front of strangers. She imagined them trying to debate whether or not to pull their pussies away from it. Somehow the thought of this got her really really wet. Tyler began squeezing her clit between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it around until it produced sweet nectar that coated his fingers.

She put her leg down and sat on her haunches she pushed Tyler onto his back. She swung her leg around until it was on either side of his hips. She lowered herself against the head of his cock; she let him help open her up so that she could ease him inside. Much like mechanical bull riders it caught her off guard. It was strange how he felt so much bigger now and he completely filled her up as if she was banging a different man. She took both of his hands and placed them against her breasts. A few thrusts she saw his face contort and he went into what was typically called the "White man's overbite". She knew he was going to come and it would be all over for a little while.

She tried to slow down the rhythm rotate her hips a little more instead of the up and down pounding that was making the little vein in his forehead dance. She started to hear the little grunts he made with each movement. It was such a nice masculine sound and seemed to awaken something extremely feminine and primal within her. She forgot about trying to control his speed because she wanted to hear more of this guttural noise that emanated from his thin rosy lips. "Shit", he grunted. She could feel that tingle that always seemed to begin on the left side of her pussy. It was weird it always seemed like the beginning of the urge to pee and then it seemed to open up and spread throughout the whole of her cunt. Her lips contracted tighter on his shaft and then began to pulse against her will against his swollen member.

Tyler wasn't particularly large - no gigantic pussy destroying purple monster here. It was a conservative penis a little shy of 7 in. What he lacked in length he made up for in thickness, his cock reminded her of the little butt plugs that her cousin gave out at his "Jack and Jill" bachelor party for his commitment ceremony. His dick didn't taper at the end as much as she would prefer in fact she had to have help getting him inside of her. "Shit. Shit. Shit." He growled. There was something about that voice it was so deliciously masculine how that did it for her. That voice was a voice that phone sex was made for. "What was that I couldn't hear you?" She smirked as she looked down at him. 'Say my name' she thought if he could say her name in that heavy husky voice it would make her squirt like a man. She could feel the twitching in his cock and another tell-tale grunt.

"Tyler whose cock is this?" She demanded.

"What?" He groaned.

"I wanted you to tell me..."

He grabbed her by the neck and pulled her down to him. She felt his cock starting to grow slack inside her at the same time he had a death grip on her neck. She felt like an animal trapped in a snare. Her breasts were smashed against his pecs as he held her close to him. She could feel the hot spray from his breath against her forehead as he pumped his load into the thin layer of latex that protected them from parenthood.

She collapsed against him and he released his hold. The both of them breathing heavily he winked at her. Oh God there it was. She was going to miss him and those hazel eyes. 'Damn't here we go.' She thought. She struggled to get off of him, off of the bed and some distance between them before the water works started. She made it as far as the edge of the bed before she felt the hot tears spill down her face. 

"Whoa. Wait a minute." Tyler said realizing something was wrong.

She was heaving now. Her body was having spasms but for a different reason this time. He sat up and he reached for her. She got tangled on the covers pooled on the floor beneath the bed and as she ran she stumbled. Tyler popped up from the bed trying to follow her to the bathroom. He became tangled in the same damn covers. He kicked free of his fabric constraints and ran after her.

She made it to the bathroom barely locking the door before he closed the gap between them.

He knocked on the door. Pamela was in a full on crying jag now, the kind that seizes your whole body and renders you incapable of speech or action. "Pammy. What's wrong?" He listened intensely for the answer. "I thought we were having a good time?" He scratched his balls and just stared at the door.

"Pammy. C'mon talk to me."

Pam couldn't talk. She began splashing water on her face from the sink but the water was no match for the tears that were pouring down her face.

"Pam this is not an inexpensive room. I'd hate to have to break down the door and pay for the damages but I will." He said.

All he can hear is her gasping for breath in between cries. Now all of a sudden she got the hiccups. So now comedy was added to the ridiculousness of the situation. She quickly shoveled handful after handful of water in her mouth, trying to stop the hiccups.

"Fuck, Pam. Really I don't understand what happened?" He paused for a moment and softness crept into his voice. Then he asked, "Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?"

A weak "No" came from the other side of the bathroom door. "Well, I really don't understand, then." Pam stared at herself in the mirror and knew that she was a sight. Her make-up had smeared and a strip of false eyelashes were hanging by one corner. She applied pressure on the strip and hoped that this quick remedy would suffice until she could get to the glue in her purse in the other room. 'Why did I have to want a white boy? And this white boy of all the men who were still in town and could become possibly viable lovers and boyfriends she would want one that was leaving town.

The flood of emotions threatened to overtake her again when she remembered something from a TV program. Some little old lady claimed to be an evolutionary biologist or some such nonsense said something about a bonding hormone. Oxycontin? No that wasn't it. Oxy? Oxytocin! That was it. The bonding hormone bonded women to men just as it bonded them to babies. The biologist cautioned, "That women should be careful jumping in to bed too quickly because it was especially potent after really good sex." Shit she was doomed!

She stared at the door as if she could see through the wood the very virile male animal pacing behind it, growing more exasperated with her after every passing second. She sat on the edge of the sink. She was fucked and she knew it. Nature, biology, men, society, take your pick, now all conspired against her and sought to punish her for daring to act on her primitive instincts-by denying her what she wanted- that man behind the door. 

She quickly shimmied into her white sheath dress that was draped over the small velour stool by the vanity.

When she cracked the door and he looked at her with still a puzzled look on his face. You could see the wheels in his head working overtime. What the fuck is this all about? "I'm not crazy," she said. "Um I never said..." She cut him off. "I'm an idiot."

She had always been a rip the bandage off quickly kind of girl. This time she was ripping the bandage off and she'd be lucky if there was flesh left behind let alone skin. "I know that this is a ...was a one- time thing. I know that you are moving and not coming back." He opened his mouth to protest and she held up her hand. "Please let me finish." He sat down on the edge of the bed in all his naked glory. She wasn't going to look at his tight muscular body and she definitely wasn't going to look at his cock.

"I'm going to miss you."

"I'm going to miss you too." He tilted his head like a dog hearing a strange noise.

"This was a mistake. I want to be more than the last piece of ass you had in Chicago. I'm not stupid."

"Um no one said you were stupid but you are acting weird." He said.

She didn't know why but it was somehow worse when men tried to be understanding and talk a woman out of the pain they were responsible for. They sat on the edge of the bed her stomach doing a fair imitation of a tilt a whirl. She allowed herself the moment to study the planes of his face, how his Irish and Scandinavian background had sculpted his face with very few curves and all geometric angles. She felt as if she could plot his face on a grid and produce a replica. He was still talking to her and stroking her back. She realized something odd; his thin cupid's bow would wrinkle in the oddest way when he said certain words. If he'd stay she would memorize those words and store them in her heart. 

Now she nodded knowing that this was the end and there could be no other reality. She thought back to a literature class she took in college. A teacher said that all great love stories need an obstacle. War, religion, class were some of the great hurdles for the lovers' to overcome. She had the best obstacle of all –money! It was economic pressures that sent him scurrying from the city that she loved.

She couldn't be mad hadn't she left her hometown in search of greener pastures. They were completely mismatched he had no idea what Comic Con was or how utterly mouthwatering fried gizzards are. Somehow this seemed to bring her back to herself she could let him go but only after she got her last few fucks in.

Suddenly, she cupped his face in her hands and turned those hazel eyes on her so that he could see her clearly. Still cupping his face in her hands she pulled it to hers and softly bit his bottom lip. He slowly parted his lips and let her taste his tongue. He pulled back a little and looked at her inquiringly. "You are going to be gone after tomorrow and you promised me the night. I'm going to make sure you make good on your promise." She nodded as if to say its ok. He leaned into the kiss and his tongue tickled hers as his hands found her ass and pulled her on top of him. 

She tried to breathe him in as he supplied her with those sweet gentle kisses that enflamed her as he stroked her mouth. She wanted more even as he was kissing her she wanted more kisses, more of his hands trailing her body. She needed more of him lifting her up to a sitting position so that he could pull her dress up over her head and toss it on the floor. She wanted to protest it would be wrinkled later when she did her walk of shame. It was one thing to do the walk of shame but it was another to look completely disheveled from it.

If the urge to leap from the bed and rescue the dress from the threat of wrinkles was there it was averted as soon as his hands cupped her breasts. He gently twisted and pulled the nipple of her left breast as he lapped circles around the Hershey kiss of her right breast in his mouth. As he kissed, licked and bit she felt like she was falling but never hitting ground. She felt those smooth waves of desire descend from her chest and cascade across her pelvis in sweet buttery warm ripples.

She extricated her right breast from his mouth so that he could give the same tender attention to her left breast he followed her lead and continued his ministrations. She entangled her hand his auburn locks then caressed and petted him as he licked her. Her breasts felt like little swollen bullets when he finished; all hard and glistening when he took his lips from them.

He moved to turn her over on her back so that he could continue his work. She stopped him. She placed her hand in the center of his chest so that she could guide him back down on the bed. She curled her fingers in the coarse russet curls on his chest as she caught his gaze and a wicked grin crossed her face. She maneuvered herself so that she now was between his outstretched thighs and to give herself more room she knelt on the floor. He propped himself up on his elbows so that he could get a better view.

She took his member in both of her hands it seemed so hot to the touch as if it would shoot steam instead of cum. She encased his cock between her breasts and rubbed them up and down. She licked her lips as she watched him watching her. With her left hand she moved his cock gently to the side so that his balls were front and center. She tried to lift and cradle his nuts with her tongue as she licked them still maintaining eye contact. Now she eased both of them in her mouth as if they were made of gummies and she wanted to savor them intact.

He moaned with pleasure and then she gently released them from the confines of her mouth. She licked from the balls all the way to the tip of his cock. Now he sat up and scooted toward the end of the bed so that she could have unfettered access to his cock. It looked like it was angry and wanted a fight. She licked the entire shaft of his cock; she flicked the underside of his cock and flicked the vein that runs underneath. She took one hand and squeezed the base of his cock and took her other hand and stacked it on top of it. She licked the top of it like it had just been born and she was trying to clean it.

She tucked her lips around her teeth and sucked his cock down alternately rotating her hands in different directions. He grabs her head and now he is thrusting himself inside of her face. She keeps sucking him off even humming at intervals. He props one of his feet on the bed while the other is on the floor as he pumps into her but she keeps her same steady pace. "If you don't stop. I'm gonna cum." She looks up at him and teases with her tongue the tip of it, daring him to cum. She redoubles her efforts and he grabs her tighter by her hair. She disengages from him just as cum splashes against her small B cup breasts.

She gets up and he grabs her by the hand and he kisses her hand. He takes the towel and wipes the sticky cum off her chest. He pulls her onto his lap and continues wiping her chest with the towel but now he begins pinching her nipples with the towel. He starts kissing her neck and rubbing her chest with the towel. He tosses the towel on the floor and begins kissing her breasts again in that same beautiful torturous way that can make her tingle and break her heart. 

His hands trail down to her short and curlies and his fingers begin to separate her vulva. She manages to separate her legs some even while she is sitting on her lap. "When I come back for a visit...if I'm allowed to..." His fingers probe her cunt and he stuffs a few fingers inside of her. "Uh-huh." She moans. "When I come back"

"Let me guess you want me to shave it all off."

"No. I want you to grow it out. I want to see what it looks like in its full glory."

Breathlessly, she says, "You are such a perv."

"Are you going to grow it out for me?" He asks as his fingers taunt her clitoris.

She squirms more as he supports her with one hand and pleasures her with the other. She leans back against him as he touches her deeply. "Why?"

"Grow it I want to see it."

"Who are you Napoleon? Next you're going to ask me not to wash in between visits." She answers breathily.

"I'm going to have to do a better job pleasuring you if you can be smart alecky."




August



"I guess so."

He gets up and places her back on the bed. He kneels between her legs pushing them open as if they were drapes concealing a present. The sweet musky salty scent of her sex tickles his nostrils and he props himself up on his elbows and preparing for work. Her legs are bent at the knee with the bottom of her feet resting firmly on the bed. He uses his shoulders to press her thick thighs open further a fuzzy heart greets him that is growing out slightly and is in need of a trim.

He can see that her labia is beginning to swell and all that is needed is a few licks to coax her clitoris out to play. First he bites the edge of her right butt cheek she squirms a little as he does this, he continues to the other butt cheek giving it the same treatment. He rubs his cheek against the inside of her thighs and kisses all the way down to the apex of her soft wet pussy.

She lets her left leg fall open so that it is perpendicular to the bed the other leg rests on his shoulder. She squeals a little as he takes his tongue and licks from the bottom of her sweet lips all the way to just below the hood. He cups her bountiful ass in his hands and pulls her forward, He uses his tongue like a weapon and he licks a confession from her. He nuzzles, he licks, he bites, and her hands find his hair again as she slams her bottom into his face.

"That's right fuck my face" he murmurs in between licks. His tongue darts in and around her clit. Her pelvis pumps higher and higher practically lifting him off the bed. Her legs close around his head as her cunt pulses with each movement. At first her moans were soft light purrs and moans that were so dainty and ladylike. Now he elicited from her groans of pleasure that even startled her. A few grunts that she tried to suppress but they broke through because she couldn't contain herself.

She tried biting her bottom lip only to quiet some of the moans that escaped but they were long throaty hedonistic howls that she could not restrain within her body and that she had to let them out before they erupted from the inside.

She let go of his head and held on to the crumpled sheets underneath her. She pushed her cunt into his face as if she were trying to push him off the bed by his face. Her toes curled back so far she felt that they could break. She could swear that somewhere in this session he began licking his own name. The "Y" and the "R" were threatening to rip her to shreds. She arched her back until she was only supported by her head and butt on the bed. 

Then it began she couldn't stop it, a series of small tremors their exact point she couldn't locate. The tremors seemed to shake her whole body. She tried to disengage from Tyler's mouth but he wouldn't let her. Now instead of the tremors she began a sort of short spastic like jerking that scared her but she couldn't stop it. Tyler watched her his hazel eyes charting her progress as he drank her in. Finally her body went limp it didn't matter where he licked her she didn't have the energy to register the pleasure let alone respond to it.

Mercifully he stopped licking her. He took his hand and adjusted his jaw as if it was a joint out of socket. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked her in the eyes and smiled. She lied there motionless like a doll. By this time his cock rose a little and he leaned over and grabbed one of the condom packets off of the night stand.

"You made some very interesting noises, Pam." He teased.

She hid her face behind the cover. "Oh my God. I'm so embarrassed."

"I'm just glad that my hard work is appreciated." He said as he gnawed at the edge of the packet spitting the strip on the floor.

She hit him with the pillow and he leaned over and bit her thigh. 

"Ow!" She yelled and now another smack with the pillow.

He ducks the blow but not low enough because the corner got him in the head. "Once I get this condom on you're in trouble young lady."

"Promises. Promises."

"You'll see we're going to make so much noise that I'm going to get us kicked out of this hotel."

She got on her knees to crawl away from him. She laughed as he grabbed her by the leg and said, "Where do you think you're going?" He teased.

When he got her into position with her ass facing his stiff cock; He slapped her backside and watched it jiggle a little. She felt his finger stretch her lips to accommodate his cock as he slid himself inside of her. It felt like the missing piece to her life his cock in her cunt. She began to thrust backwards to coordinate with his thrusts. She could feel his nails dig into her hips as he pulled her into the stroke. She pushed herself up so that she could lean against him as they fucked.

His hands found her breasts and her clit. He massaged her clit in his hands while she rocked against him. Now she moved to brace herself she held onto the headboard in front of her. And he leaned back and she rode him reverse cowgirl style until she came. 

The next time she saw him, a few weeks later, she had allowed her pubic hair to grow out a little and she let him show her how much he appreciated it.



August: A Ghost Story







August: A Ghost Story



"Welcome to Cavalier Café," the kid said, his eyes focused on the pad and pen. "Do you already know what you want or would you like to see a..." He looked up and his voice faltered. "A, uh..."

"Menu?" I offered.

"Y-- yeah," he said, smiling and looking sheepishly down at the order pad.

"Have you got grilled cheese?"

He had trouble meeting my gaze. He nodded to the gumball machine just behind me to my right. "Y-- yeah."

I sat at the counter, making sure to get myself between him and the gumball machine. I removed my lucky leather jacket, making a big show of adjusting the tank-top I wore beneath. "One grilled cheese and a cup of coffee, please." He nodded writing in his pad diligently trying not to make it too obvious what he was really staring at.

After a few seconds it grew tedious and I cleared my throat. "If you stare at them long enough they might jiggle."

He stammered as he pried his attention away from my chest and posted my order, ringing a bell. "It comes with fries. That okay?"

"Sure, cutie. Maybe a little special sauce to go with them, huh?"

It's fun to fuck with them when they're young. He brought my coffee and I made sure to touch his hand and run the stir-stick over my bottom lip. "What's your name?"

"Dylan," he said.

"Got a girlfriend, Dylan?"

"Y-- yeah. Her name's Samantha."

"She give you good head, Dylan?"

His eyes went wide as he suddenly realized he was letting my coffee mug overflow. "Sorry?"

"It's okay. I wasn't paying attention either." I let him sop up the spilt coffee and then I blew gently on the steaming liquid. "So, does she? I'm really very curious to know."

"I don't see how that's any of your..."

"You love her?"

"I..."

"Don't answer that, Dylan. It's rhetorical."

His eyes had drifted again.

"You like staring at my chest, don't you?"

Dylan's eyes lifted to my face and then went down to the floor. He was beat red. "I-- I didn't mean t-- to..."

"Want to go into the restroom and fuck after I'm finished with my sandwich?"

His eyes went buggy as the bell rang signifying my order was up. He kept staring at me and I could see a slight tent pitching itself under his white apron.

"Pick up!" the short-order cook shouted and Dylan snapped out of it, his eyes dipping back to the floor as he scurried over to the window and retrieved the plate, the ketchup bottle, and set everything down in front of me.

I ate.

The cheesy goop from the sandwich was warm and sticky. I let a little bit of it drip down my chin just for Dylan's benefit. "So good," I said, letting my eye's bulge a little. Dylan's paperback was still face down on the counter near the register. He didn't feel the need to return to it. "You want a bite, honey?" I asked. "It's good and squishy."

Dylan looked over his shoulder at the short-order window. The cook was not to be seen. The kid smiled at me sheepishly, laughing under his breath.

"I'm serious. You look like the type who could have a little fun, if he put his mind to it."

Dylan's smile receded just a little before he spoke in a hushed voice. "Did you mean what you said, earlier? About going into the bathroom?"

I ran my finger over the edge of the sandwich, getting a tiny glob of cheese on my finger. "This is scrumptious," I said, locking eyes with him as I sucked the cheese from the tip of my finger. I took another big bite of the grilled cheese and set the sandwich down on the plate. "Wait one minute, and then follow me."

I stood, picked up my leather jacket, draped it over my shoulder and walked slowly to the bathroom, letting my hips swish a little more than usual.

The women's restroom at the Cavalier Café was what you'd expect from an authentic 1940's diner. Small, with yellowed wallpaper, a single light over the sink, and a small window painted shut with chipping white paint. I entered and draped my leather jacket over the sink. My hair was a bit wind-blown but manageable. Looking at myself in the mirror I felt a sense of pride, I ran my fingers through, smoothing the dark tendrils down as best I could. My 34-C breasts, a decent tan earned after 16 years in California and my big Disney movie eyes all melded well with my unruly hair and black tank-top, making a very appealing picture if I did say so myself. The jeans were my favorite pair of Applebottoms, hugging my ass tightly and making me very proud of all the mornings I'd spent running along the beach at Redondo.

As I dug in my jacket pocket for my lipstick, there was a timid tap on the door. "Who is it?"

There came no reply.

I opened the door to find Dylan standing there, his paper hat in his hand. He looked very nervous but there was a shadow of a stupid grin on his face. "The cook's on a smoke break," he said, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

"Then you'd better get in here and we'd better get started." I pulled him inside the small white room and, with some angling, I shut the door behind him. "Unbutton you pants," I ordered.

"W-- wait." He put a hand up, halting me. "What's your name?"

"Do you really care?" I put my hand down against the tent in his apron. He felt about ready to explode in his pants, he was so excited. I reached around him and found the knot on his apron. "Here, let me help you."

In a moment I had the apron loose and flung over his right shoulder. I ran my hand along the length of his bulge and pressed him back against the wall with a deep breathy kiss to his thin pale lips. He let out a scared little moan, but his hands found their way down the small of my back to the top of my buttocks. He had lean hands, but strong. I felt him grab my ass and squeeze. My knees bent a little and his mouth left mine, going instead to my left ear and neck.

All the while I continued to rub him through the fabric of his blue-jeans. I grabbed his tumescence firmly through the fabric and made him wince slightly. Then I kissed his jaw and slowly moved down into a crouch so that I was eye level with his zipper.

Looking up, I shook the hair out of my eyes so that he could see them clearly. "I want to see what you've got for me," I said.

I ran my tongue along the bulge in his pants and unbuttoned his fly. Then, slowly, so that each tooth in the zipper made an individual little click, I revealed his neatly bleached white boxer-briefs.

He was shaking with anticipation as I pulled his pants down with one hand and ran my other along the inside of his thigh, up to the apex where I could feel his testicles nestled in his tight jockeys. As I tickled them through the white cotton, I could already smell the faint odor of his precum and see little spots of wetness showing off to one side of his bulge where the head of his member nestled. I rubbed along the length of the unseen post-adolescent cock and kissed the tip through the fabric. One of my hands I moved up to cradle his balls through the briefs and with the other hand I felt up his lean and boyish chest to rub one of his light brown nipples. He was breathing heavily with his eyes shut and his head tilted toward the ceiling. "Tell me, Dylan. Tell me what you want me to do."

"I-- I..."

"I'm not going to do it until you tell me."

"P-- please..."

"Please, what?"

"Please, suck me. I really want you to suck my dick."

I slowly stood, keeping my hand on his bulge, rubbing it gently. "That was very polite, Dylan." I squeezed hard and made his face twitch, slightly registering discomfort. "But I didn't want you to beg me. I wanted you to tell me. Order me. Say, 'Suck my cock, you roadhouse skank.' Come on, only little boys beg for attention."

By now my grip was very tight and his eyes were wide open, rolling back in his head. "I-- I'm going to..."

I pulled my hand away and shot my knee up into his groin. Not hard, but just enough to make him gasp and cradle his balls. "That ought to hold you off for a minute," I said, unequivocally.

He was crouched now, sucking in breaths through his nose. "That fucking hurt, bitch!" He looked up at me. His expression had changed from one of shy arousal to one of raw hatred. I pushed his head back against the wall.

He didn't resist as I looked him right in the eyes, penetrating his very core. "I'll tell you when it hurts. Now drop your shorts."

"What?"

"You didn't want to take charge then I will. Drop 'em!"

"Are you still going to..."

I rushed in and kissed him to shut him up. Then I reached down and with one hand dragged his underwear all the way down to his ankles.

Stepping back less than a step, I saw his prick quickly regaining some of its tumescence after the quick shot to his balls. I bent down to get a better view. The pinkish brown tip was slightly thicker than the base and covered with only the tiniest remnant of foreskin. I looked up at him, impressed. "That's a beautiful cock, Dylan. Really it is."

"Thank you."

I took it in my hand and, making sure to keep his eyes locked with mine, I stuck out my tongue and lightly touched the patch of skin just below the head on the underside.

His reaction was immediate.

The thing grew in my hand to its full size and thickness; pointing skyward with a great rush of blood into his manhood. He gasped and let one of his hands move from its place at his side to the back of my head. He pushed my face closer, not harsh but encouraging.

I opened my mouth wide and took half of him into my mouth, collapsing my cheeks softly in on him and wetting him with my saliva. His hand moved through the locks of my hair, down to the nape of my neck. He rubbed me gently there as I drew him out again. "Mmm, tasty," I said kissing along the shaft with soft little sucks until I felt my nose brush against his fragrant patch. "How does it feel, Dylan?"

"Good."

I marked the fact that he had stopped stuttering with a touch of pride. Had I done that? This shy boy who stammered at the sight of a beautiful woman was now breathing softly, leaning against the wall of the restroom, his eyes closed enjoying the sensation of my lips against his member.

As I tongued along the large vein back to the swollen and pulsing tip of his penis, I glanced up to see his jaw slacken a little. I could feel his pulse softly beat against my lips. I inhaled through my nose and opened my throat, leaving one hand on his exposed balls and using the other to clutch one of his buttocks and hold him firmly as I took in all of him.

With soft moans resonating from the back of my larynx. I hummed and alternated sucking pressure on his tool.

His hand was now latched hard against the back of my neck and with each of my withdrawals he readily and more rapidly pulled my lips back over him until he was harshly fucking my face. In only moments I could feel his balls tightening under my fingers.

I looked up and saw the grimace knitting itself on his brow. I recognized his coming explosion and closed my eyes to accept it.

When he came, he forced all of his meat inside my mouth and the torrent of ball-sap filled my mouth and painted my tonsils. Despite myself I gagged just a little bit over the sheer volume and thickness of the load.

His hand released me and I let him slip from my lips slowly, a few stray strands of his ropey semen dripping onto my chin. His knees buckled a bit and his erection began to lose some of its girth.

Licking my lips and using my fingers to move the little glob on my chin onto my waiting tongue, I pushed the whole creamy bitter load to the back of my throat and swallowed it much to Dylan's breathless awe. "I thought girls didn't like to..."

Before he could finish his sentence I had taken his member back into my mouth, licking the thin mixture of his cum and my saliva off of him.

He gasped and became hard again, but when I had finished removing any trace of the oral experience from his penis I stood, swallowing the evidence and letting my hand drift to his balls. "You don't know much about girls do you, Dylan?" I mocked. "For some of us, cum is better than grilled cheese."

I ran my fingers teasingly up his shaft, letting loose a slight chiding giggle. And then to his surprise and slight disgust I kissed him hard and with all the tongue I could force between his pinkish chapped lips. When I was done, I pulled back, adjusted my tank top and smiled at him wickedly. "But you really shouldn't have begged for it."

That's when I screamed as frantically and with as much volume as I could muster.

Dylan was at first shocked and confused by my screaming. He moved to ask me what was wrong, but I beat him away from me.

Just then the door to the little bathroom flew open and a short little man in a grease-stained apron entered.

Everything about him screamed short-order cook.

He took one look at me on the toilet and then at Dylan, standing with a rapidly deflating erection. His face registered surprise and then disgust as he took hold of Dylan and threw him out of the ladies' room shouting, "What the hell are you doing? Put that thing away! Have you gone nuts?"

The shouting continued outside the door for a full minute. It was mostly intelligible. Dylan was in deep shit. How could he just barge into the restroom like that and expose himself to a strange woman? It ended with Dylan stammering and crying and trying to explain.

The cook shouted the final words. "You're fired! Get the hell out of here!"

I heard the defeated squeaks of tennis shoes against linoleum and then the distant ring of the bell over the door. There came a soft knock on the door and the voice of the cook, much calmer now, asked, "Are you alright in there, Miss?"

"A pervert just flashed me in the bathroom! Do you think everything is alright?"

"I'm sorry, Miss. I don't know what he was thinking. If you want I can call the police for you, but I don't think that will be necessary. As you probably heard I've already dealt with the problem."

I smirked and stood to look at myself once again in the mirror. While I spoke I did my best to look shocked and disturbed. "Could you go away, please? I need a minute alone."

"Of course, I'm sorry. And don't worry about your tab. The food is on the house."

I cracked the door and looked out. "There's no need to do that."

The cook smiled apologetically. "It's the least I can do after what that little punk did in my place." The little old man walked away, back to his place behind the counter.

I closed the door, turned back to the mirror, and once again ran a hand through my hair. Why bother fixing it now? The road would frizz it out again anyway.

With a sigh I picked up my leather jacket, shrugged into it, flushed the toilet though I had not used it, and walked out of the bathroom.

I stopped at the register to grab a peppermint from the dish and then, with my jacket over my arm, I walked out of the Cavalier Café on my way to Denver, a fine counterfeit of a woman on the brink of tears. All the while I was smirking internally at the way I had managed to get the gas, the meal and the entertainment gratis.

Chapter Three:

After playing with Dylan I didn't make Denver, but did manage to make it to a small town named Palisade that had all kinds of ads for wonderful sightseeing tours. After a really crappy fast-food dinner I got a room in the cheapest, sleaziest motel I could find. It was slightly chilly in the mountains so it wasn't long before I'd found myself wrapping up in the old leather jacket, the heater in the little motel having turned out to be only decorative instead of functional.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I flipped open my cell and turned it on, instantly deleting the 13 text messages and three voicemails.

I dialed mom and when she picked up, I smiled.

"You'll never guess what I've been up to."

"Where are you, dear? Rodger has called three times."

"I'm in Colorado. I'll probably get in early the day after tomorrow, provided I can sleep tonight. How's Dad?"

"He's fine. Not in at the moment, do you want me to give him your love?"

"Yes," I reached over to the night stand and took a half melted Hershey bar out of my purse. "So, I did it, Mom."

"I figured you would, dear."

"You figured," I said chuckling, taking a small bite of the chocolate bar. "Yeah, right."

"Oh, you're not as wild and reckless as you pretend to be, Lily Hawkes," she said with a small laugh. "Are you happy?"

"Not sure, I'm over the shock, I guess." I leaned my head back on the pillow. "Of course, I can't be a hare-brained floozy about it for very long, reality has to set in tomorrow or the next day. New town, new school, new job, new life... I keep telling myself I'm going to be what I want on my own terms, but..."

"But?" she said, after I'd let the pause last too long.

Fingering the zipper on the leather jacket I sighed. "How can a person change so much? I mean, I've ditched a rotten marriage but otherwise..."

"You're still you."

I sat up, biting off a bit more of the chocolate bar. "Right."

"Maybe you should just let the wind take you?"

I cocked my head. "That's motherly advice?"

"No, it's just something I think you should do. Planning adventure takes all the fun out of it, Lily. I hope I'm not the first person to tell you that, am I?"

I sighed, rolling my eyes as I instinctively recalled the first person who told me that. I shrugged out of the jacket, thinking the chill of the room suddenly manageable. "Well, I just wanted to tell you I'm fine and I'll call you as soon as I get an apartment or something..."

"Lily..." She was suddenly agitated. "Did you... Rodger said that you emptied the bank account."

I rolled my eyes. "I didn't empty it. Besides, he's got that house and his business. A house I renovated, mind you, with my teaching salary!"

"Yes, well, shouldn't you have had a lawyer handle all that, dear?"

"It would have taken too long."

"Lily..."

"Stop worrying."

She sighed. "Tell me where you're going at least?"

"Kansas."

"What town?"

"I'll tell you when I've found an apartment. Remember to give my love to Dad."

I hung up then, hoping she'd understand why I didn't want her knowing precisely where I was headed. After switching the cell phone off once more, I stripped out of my jeans and panties, tossed my shirt and bra over the back of the room's only chair and took a last bite of the Hershey bar. I re-wrapped the last bit of it and put it back into my purse.

In the bathroom I found a spider, sitting lazily in the tub. I felt my flesh crawl but grabbed a hand towel off the rack and killed the little bugger quickly, flushing his remains down the toilet before starting the water and fiddling with the knobs until the water was just slightly less hot than scalding. The shower was quick, and I brushed my teeth wrapped in a scratchy towel. After a gargle and spit, I turned out the light and crashed, not bothering to put on my pajamas or to remove the leather jacket from the bed. As I fell asleep I felt my hand brush over it on the top of the comforter and then I was out.

Chapter Four:

I was on the road early in the morning and, after several hours of absolutely beautiful mountain roads before, through, and after Denver, I spent several hours driving through the most boring country I'd ever seen.

The radio yielded nothing but crop reports and country music as the endless rows of wheat, oats and corn were seldom interrupted by anything but cow pastures and rest areas.

By the time I reached Dodge City, KS, I was done in and didn't even object when the motel clerk wanted all of $35 for a room. I somehow managed to claw myself awake before five the next morning and, after stopping at a 7-11 for coffee, I drove through to my new home.

My destination was a town called Bradbury. I'd never been there before and had only ever seen it on a map. It was about ninety minutes south of the large college town where I had spent five years as an undergraduate.




August: A Ghost Story



Upon arriving, in the early morning, I was amazed to discover how much the town resembled Mayberry.

One nearly expected to see little Opie rounding a corner on his way to the fishing hole.

With covered bridges, steeped churches, an old-fashioned soda and ice cream parlor, a beauty salon/barber shop and storefronts with windows displaying all manner of things from antiques to television sets; I was amazed when the town sign informed me the population was "over 5,000 and growing strong."

Could have fooled me.

This place hadn't seen growth since Theodore Cleaver hit puberty and moved away.

I parked my car in front of the local real estate office and climbed out. In the window were displayed listings for various houses.

I closed my eyes and pointed my finger at random. When I opened my eyes I read the listing. "Spacious 8,000 sq. ft. plantation house, 15 minutes from town square; 5 BR. 3 bath, Full Kitchen with gas appliances, Solarium. This house is grand and elegant as well as historical. A slight fixer-upper, it has a good story. It's just charming for a do-it-yourself couple looking to start a large family. Marked down!!! MUST SELL!!!"

The money I had taken was burning a hole in the backpack on the front seat of my car. The house was well inside my price range. I dialed the number on the bottom of the listing and made an appointment for later in the day.

I looked at the picture above the listing in the window. It was indeed a big old-looking house; two stories with green shutters and a wide open yard. If one squinted and used a bit of imagination, one could almost see a family posed in front of it. A dad, a mom, three kids, and a golden retriever; all of them smiling for the camera, perhaps wearing the Santa caps as it was for the family's annual Christmas card. The dog, of course had fake antlers tied to its head and a miserable look on its face.   I ripped the listing off the front window of the real estate office, already knowing the house would be mine as fate had led me to it.

Anything to keep them from abusing that poor golden retriever.

I dug in my jacket pocket for the scrap of paper on which I had written the address of Bradbury Central High School. I looked around, it was nine o'clock in the morning and the town square was already rather busy. Across the way was the hair salon. I walked briskly across the street and into the little salon, causing the women to look up from their magazines as the bell above the door jingled.

A young girl behind a little white desk stood up and smiled. "Hi, do you have an appointment?"

"No. I was just hoping to ask for directions to the high school. I'm running a bit late for a meeting there with the principal."

The rather over-tanned middle-aged man in the chair closest to the door perked up slightly at this. I noticed but kept my attention on the girl.

"Where is Ashe Street?"

"New in town?" The man in the chair let his hands come together, his fingers steepling slightly.

"Just arrived from the coast," I nodded politely, remembering that such interrogations were considered polite in small towns.

"You're a parent?" he asked.

I looked at him quizzically. Did I really look old enough to have a kid in high school?

"No, I'm the new Spanish teacher," I said. "Not that it's any of your business."

"That would make you Mrs. Hawkes, wouldn't it?"

I turned to him. "Yes."

"I'm Gene Peters, Principal of Bradbury High School and teacher of Social Studies. You were supposed to be in my office at eight, sharp."

"Oh, hi. Yes, I am sorry about that. I left Dodge City a bit later this morning than I'd anticipated. I would have called."

"I did call. The number you gave me said you'd turned off your cellular telephone. I'm afraid I'm a little mad at you for making me wait." Despite being only halfway through his coloring, Mr. Peters stood up and offered his hand to shake. "Though I'll overlook it, because I've been looking forward to meeting you. You've been quite a topic of conversation around town."

"Have I?"

"Well, the school board hired you without giving us a heads up. We didn't know a thing about you. All through the summer conferences someone raised you as a topic of conversation. I must say, I was expecting someone older. I'm pleasantly surprised."

He noticed the young girl behind the reception desk still standing. "Oh." He walked over, the foil in his hair bouncing comically, "This is Maggie Wilson," he said, patting the girl's shoulder. She could have been anywhere from 12 to 20. "She's one of our sophomores. Going to be one of your students this year. Isn't that right, Maggie?"

"Yes." The girl's hands clasped together nervously over the buckle of her white short shorts. "It's nice to meet you, Miss Hawkes. I'm looking forward to taking your class. The only other option we have is German and..." Maggie made the international sign for gagging. "Nine spriken ze," she giggled.

I nodded politely and smiled at her joke. After shaking both their hands, I fingered the zipper on my jacket and tried to look as though I were at a loss for words. "So, I suppose I'll just have to reschedule my appointment?"

Mr. Peters's eyes swept quickly down to my neckline and back up again. "Oh, that won't be necessary, the janitor and one of the English teachers are still in the building. I'm sure if you knock and tell them it's alright with me, they'll let you into my office. You'll find your W-2 and employment contract on my desk," he said, resuming his seat so that the tall stylist could continue her work on his hair. "Only a few days before we begin the fall term, right? It's two blocks down, right on Elm and then half a block more on Ashe Street. Big building with a brand new sign. You can't miss it. Hope you and your husband like it here. If you need help finding a place to stay..."

"That won't be necessary. I've found a house. And I'm divorced, Mr. Peters." I smiled at him and waved good-bye to Maggie as she sat back down behind the reception desk.

As I walked through the door, back out into the sunshine, Mr. Peters stood and followed, the white barber's apron billowing slightly in his flurried movements. "I hope you don't mind my giving you a bit of friendly advice, do you?"

"Depends... How friendly is the advice?"

"I wouldn't let it drop too lightly that you're divorced. It's a rather touchy subject around here. Not that we burn people at the stake or anything like that. It's just, we have a rather heavy church-going contingent in the town. You know how it is. They like to blackball you if they can't convert you."

"Are you trying to convert me, Mr. Peters?"

"Me? Not at all. I'm the town homosexual, don't you know? I get my hair styled instead of cut and I take manicures." He smiled, complacently. "Don't let the fact that I've been happily married to a very beautiful woman for eighteen years fool you none. That's my wife across the street." He pointed to a small storefront with a sign reading Rise n' Shine Bakery and Café. "The macadamia nut cookies are the best, but you didn't hear that from me." He put a hand up and whispered. "She hates it when I advertise for her."

I let out a little laugh. "Well, thank you for the recommendation, and the warning. I'll keep my fallen angel status under wraps from now on."

"And, just one more thing. If the person who lets you in is Collins, the English teacher, don't take him too seriously. He's been in a bad mood for the last few years. If you find him the least bit insufferable, I'd ask that you be good enough not to take offense. He's usually very nice when he's working -- loves the town and the kids and..." Peters trailed off.

"Collins?" I cocked my head and then shook the thought away just as quickly as it had formed. "Consider my middle name sangfroid," I recovered, giving a little mock-salute before turning to walk across the street.

Halfway across the street I caught myself forming the question in my mind, I turned before I had crossed the street completely only to find Mr. Peters had already gone back inside the hair salon, the door drifting quickly shut behind him. I shook my head, moving my hands to my hips, taking a moment to breathe in the air. It smelled surprisingly clean, only a hint of car exhaust, extremely noticeable to someone who'd spent so long in L.A.

I wasn't paying too keen attention as, with a loud roar, a motorcyclist whizzed up and swerved abruptly to avoid me. I jumped backward and watched the bike falter slightly before the rider regained his control and braked to a stop in the middle of the street.

He wore a helmet with a visor, his face hidden behind the windscreen so that when he whipped around to look at me all I saw was myself reflected in yellow and orange. His broad shoulders and torso were clad in a bruised but flattering dark brown leather biker's jacket, a near clone to the one I had draped over my arm. There was an awkward pause in his movements as he almost lifted his visor to yell at me, but then, deliberately, he put his hand down, deciding against wasting his time. In a moment he popped the clutch and spewing only a tiny bit of exhaust he sped off and was gone around a corner.

I stared after him.

Curiously, a moment passed where I felt myself raising a hand, as if to reach out to him, to call out after him. I contemplated him only a second, recalling his shape, his build, the way he sat on the motorcycle and then I let my hand drop.

It just couldn't be. There was no possible way...

Crossing the street to my Mustang, I didn't really linger on him after that brief instant. Doing that was something I just didn't want to let myself do for some bizarre reason. Sure, it had been my fault for not looking both ways before stepping into the street, but the fact that he hadn't lifted his mask to berate me was, at that moment, just evidence to my mind that he had been in a great hurry.

Anyway, I didn't care. I wanted to just get the paperwork at the high school wrapped up, receive my course requirements from the office, and get to some place where I could rest after an early morning on the road.

My butt was raw from resting so long in the red leather driver's seat of my 2+2. I needed a long hot bath complete with self-serving tension abating therapy.

Bradbury Central High School was an old fashioned two-story building in the style of a 1950's municipal building; lots of windows with aluminum hand-rails leading up the front steps to the main doors. I half-expected Olivia Newton John and John Travolta to come hand-jiving out the front entrance, but much to my dismay the only person I saw was a squat little janitor washing the exterior windows.

"Hello. I'm looking for the central office. I need to fill out some paperwork."

The little fireplug of a man looked over his shoulder at me, his dark complexion sticking out in stark contrast to the matching khaki of his shirt and trousers. He turned his attention back to his work, talking to the window instead of to me. "Principal left half an hour ago. Got tired of waiting." He let the rag plop into the bucket on his ladder and picked up a thin squeegee. "You were supposed to be here at eight. He's got more stuff to do than wait around for some Spanish teacher."

I grimaced at the back of the old man's head and turned to walk back to my car.

"He left a packet of papers for me to give you if you showed up though. It's in the office. I'll take you in." He plopped his shammy-cloth down in the bucket of soapy water along with his squeegee and started walking briskly toward the building's front doors.

I followed him as he unlocked the front door and then held it for me. "Name's Bruno." He looked me up and down, like a man who could care less. "Nice jacket," as I passed by him into the dark corridor of the deserted school.

"Thanks," I said. "I stole it."

"What?"

"Old boyfriend. Long story."

The main office was right next to the front door.

He unlocked the door and went inside, I waited in the hall for only a moment before he returned with a manila envelope and handed it to me. I opened it and leafed through the papers inside; W-2, staff directory, copy of the summer newsletter, course requirements.

As I skimmed over the course requirements for my class, Bruno kept talking. "The boss said to just bring them by tomorrow morning and give them to the receptionist. Her name's Connie. If anything breaks or a kid pukes in your class don't hesitate to call." He brushed past me and strode quickly to the main door. "Come on, I got to lock up."

"Yeah, sorry." I rushed to catch up and scurried through as he held the door for me. "Thanks, Mr. Bruno."

"Just Bruno, Miss. I never really got around to qualifying as Mr. Anything." He grunted his farewell and waved me off, returning to washing his windows.

I stopped at the town gas station and showed the attendant the picture of the house I had taken from the real estate agent's office window. He gave me directions and within ten minutes I was turning off the paved road and onto a long gravel driveway lined with tall oak trees. I'd probably need an Indian scout to find my way to the mailbox every day, but that was neither here nor there.

As the house grew in the distance, surrounded by what must have been the greatest collection of trees in the county, I saw that it was quite secluded and charming. The oaks shielded it from wind and provided an intense and crowded greenery of space that made the white wood and green shutters pop in an ever so charming way.

On either side of the driveway, beyond the trees, wide-open meadows of tall prairie grass spread off for about a mile in either direction, with footpaths cut here and there. The house was obviously a remnant of a large working farm that had been divided up over time, sold off bit by bit.

I came out of the tunnel of foliage and into the turnaround courtyard. The lawn was manicured, giving the place a very nice lived-in look. To the right at the side of a circle drive was a little red barn with a stone foundation. A small Honda Accord was parked directly in front of the barn and, as I braked to a halt, a willowy woman, of about 28 or so, dressed in a saggy sarong, climbed out of it.

I pulled my Mustang up beside her car in the drive and shut off the engine.

The woman waved as I climbed out of the car. "Hello," she said, extending her hand. "I'm Emma Collins. I guess I'm your real estate agent."

"Lillian Hawkes," I said, shaking her hand. I looked up at the big old house and nodded my head. "I'll take it."

The woman, Emma, smirked and cocked her head. "Did it hurt?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Did it hurt? You know, falling from heaven?" She let out a small breathy laugh. "It's just, I put the listing up on this house only yesterday. It's never supposed to be this easy to sell a house."

"It looks like a nice house."

"Yes, well... It's only a ten-minute drive into town. So, twelve to the school, I guess."

"How did you figure I wanted to be near the school?"

"You're the new teacher, aren't you?" She shrugged and turned to stare with me up at the house's white stone front. "News travels fast around here," she said. "Can't blame us all for gossiping. You're the first person to move into town in a long time. My husband..." She stopped and shook her head. "Anyway, when would you like to move in?"

"Immediately." I dug in my purse and took out two large stacks of bills. I passed them over to her. "The listing said $80,000. Cash okay?"

The agent's eyes had widened considerably at the sight of the money. She took it reverently and then, as an afterthought said simply, "Done. Here are the keys."

She handed over a large key ring with at least a dozen keys on it and slipped the money into the little leather holdall and pulled out a receipt book. As she filled out my receipt she saw me studying the old key-ring and she smiled. "There's one for every door in the house plus a master pass key." She reached out and indicated a key with a fleck of blue paint on it. "The place has its own well so you already have running water. The electricity has been turned on, as well. The previous tenant paid up through the end of this month."

"Left in a hurry did he?"

She smiled an odd sort of smile and then turned back to the house, sweeping a hand over the vista in a way that reminded one of Vanna White. "Built in 1872 by Captain George Collins..."

I held up a hand, politely. "I don't care."

"It's a very historical house with a great story, love, madness, betrayal, murder..."

"Murder?"

"But, like you say," she smiled. "You don't care."

"So if it's so historical why is it for sale? Why isn't it the town's western heritage museum or something?"

"The property has been handled in a primogenitary manner for the past century. You know, from father to first-born son and so on. My husband..." She stopped again and smiling shrugged. "My ex-husband is the Captain's great-great-grandson."

I nodded. "So it's his house then?"

She smiled. "It was," she pointed to the keys. "Now it's yours."

"Something happen to your ex-husband?"

Her smile shifted a bit. "I wish." And with that she pointed to the key ring. "So, care for a tour?"

"No thanks. I need to unpack and shower. I'll figure out where everything is on my own."

She handed me the receipt and said, "Well, at least let me give you this." She walked back to her car and opened the rear passenger side door. "You're lucky I keep one with me at all times. I didn't have time to run over to the market and order one special." From her back seat she produced a gift basket wrapped in cellophane and a very thick packet of papers. "There's coffee beans, a little bottle of champagne, some chocolates, bath beads. Those will come in handy considering the house is without showers."

I could feel my eyes widen in shock. "No showers?"

"The two bathrooms were converted for running water in the early part of the 1910s, showers hadn't really caught on back then. If you want a shower there are a couple good contractors in town. It'll be expensive but they do good work for the money."

I sighed and waved a hand dismissively. One can't have everything. "I'll make do," I said, taking the gift basket. "And the coffee will come in handy, too."

"I figured as much. There are a few scented candles as well. I'd keep them close if I were you; the power has a tendency to go out from time to time. Old wiring among other things." Emma tossed the holdall into the passenger seat of her Honda. In the back there were a few boxes. She walked slowly around her car, talking over her shoulder as she fiddled with her keys. "I'll come back tomorrow with the notary public to pick up all the forms and see how you're getting on. Until then I'll keep your deposit and payment in my safe at the office." There was a gentle rumble of distant thunder; she looked up at the gray sky. "I'd put that pretty red car of yours in the barn, if I were you. Storms around her tend to be unpredictable."

I nodded as she climbed into her car. Something about her suddenly seemed hurried. I figured it was a want to beat the storm back to wherever she'd come from. She rolled down the passenger side window and waved. "You take care now."

"See you tomorrow, then?" I said, bending to look at her in the car.

She started the car and nodded. "You bet. Congratulations on the purchase of your new home, and all that business."

"Before you go... which way to the master bathroom?"

"There are two master bedrooms and two master bathrooms; one on either side of the top floor. The captain built the house after importing a young wife from San Francisco. Story goes that they couldn't stand one another and that he was an abusive and violent tempered man," She lowered her voice to add as if afraid of being overheard, "She was always seen in town with bruises on her face."




August Days Night



In the dog days of August the heat was almost unbearable. The setting of the sun did nothing to alleviate the rising heat waves coming from the baked earth. Gabriella lay twisting restlessly in her bed. The French doors thrown wide to encourage what little night breeze there may be to skim across her naked flesh; entwined in her blood red satin sheets. Her fitful dreams weaved in and out of consciousness.

She turned towards the open patio and unsure if she was awake or dreaming she thought she could see a slight mist rolling across the hardwood floor. In her dreaming/waking state she smiled in the hopes that the mist would prove to be cooling to her porcelain skin. She pulled the final inches of satin free from her legs and lay on her back, knees spread wide as the mist started to crawl up and over her bed. And to her infinite joy, she could feel the cooling droplets of water, the stiffening of her nerves along her skin where the mist had crept. 

She lay there enjoying the respite from the heat, almost giggling to herself for having such a silly, but useful dream as the mist continued to cover the length of her body. The nerves along her stomach and breasts started to tingle from the sudden change in temperature grazing across them. And her nipples started to harden as the mist floated across them. It felt almost like hands, molding and rubbing her skin, as they stretched across Gabriella's naked body. She found herself becoming turned on and actually did let a small giggle escape her lips as she wondered at this dream she was having.

Gabriella's breathing started to become raspier as her body responded to the sensual attention of the mist now brushing her clitoris and labia. She could feel her pussy starting to moisten and the desire to touch herself grow. She wanted release from this sweet torture. But as Gabriella tried to reach her hands down to her slippery wetness she found she could not move her arms. A small trickle of fear began to enter her mind; looking over to her sides she could see her arms spread wide in either direction. She gasped as she saw hands holding onto her wrists, pinning them to the bed. Fear gripped her fully now, fighting with the desire she could feel burning inside of her. 

The mist between her legs now strengthened its movement. Feeling almost like a tongue it licked and stimulated her clit, warm and moist against her pussy. The fear would surface in waves, the desire on the high tide, the fear on the low. Raising her head a few inches off the bed she was able to look down between her wide spread legs and could see the mist now taking shape. Salt and pepper black hair, silken and shining as her bedsheets, and skin so pale it was almost luminous. Her mind struggling with the logic of the mist being a man, and a man with arms long enough to hold her wrists and still have his head buried between her legs. She wondered until his eyes found her. Eyes that seemed to burn holes into the soul of any who dared to look long enough into them. Black, yet red, yet gray, filled with flames and then as smooth as the Black Sea on a still night; all in one instant of a look.

"Are you the devil?" she questioned him breathily. The creature only laughed in return and increased the ministrations of his tongue on her pussy lips. She could feel it licking inside of her. Wetting her more every second. She knew she had never been this wet in her life and was lost in that indescribable moment between fear and pleasure. She moaned involuntarily, from fear or desire she didn't know; and felt her hips rise to meet the mouth of this demon. She could feel his lips against her softest skin, smiling and then his tongue inside of her. Filling her more than any tongue should be able to. She could feel it lapping at the tip of her cervix, and then deeper still into her womb. 

Her insides were on fire, and wherever the tongue licked she could feel tingling sensations. Currents of heat replaced all the fear she may have felt. She could think of nothing except this boiling heat burning in swirling pools in her deepest depths. The waves of longing cresting higher and higher. 

Gabriella could no longer remember the mist in the room or even her name when the tongue was finally pulled from inside of her. Leaving her feeling more empty than she could bear. Her cries of pleasure turned to cries of pain from the cold now filling her recently burning depths. Feeling movement she opened her eyes to find those smoky, blackened eyes directly above her own. Entranced she barely noticed the blood dripping down his chin, or the fangs that now stood out prominently, glistening from the drops of blood still clinging to them. And then she forgot everything as she felt his hardness pushing against her drenched opening. Sliding inside of her and filling the spaces his tongue had so recently vacated. Her hips started to press upward, demanding more of him as he slowly fucked her. 

Closing her eyes all she could think or feel was his cock working its way into her. Deeper into her with every stroke. When he was finally as deep as he could be, she felt filled and stuffed. Fancifully she imagined that his cock lay coiled inside of her like a great snake waiting to leap, moving constantly, changing position, coiling and uncoiling itself to rub against her most sensitive areas. And then the building waves of her orgasm broke and crashed through her. Her body writhing unbeknownst to her.

Colors danced before her eyes, her spirit lifted to another plain of being, she never thought that any orgasm could carry her away like this. The emotions being broken only once, briefly, by the feeling of two sharp pricks on the side of her neck. And then a return to that lightheaded feeling of being carried away.

Gabriella continued to cry out as her orgasm rocked deeper through her body and mind. As it began to subside she could feel herself becoming lighter. No longer able to life her head or open her eyes, she merely lay there half dreaming half awake. Wondering if she was still dreaming, and then the blackness descended over her, and there was no more.

The mist descended from her bed and collected in the open doorway. Looking back once more on the beautiful pale skin in sharp contrast to the blood red sheets, eyes closed forever more in peaceful repose; she would be beautiful for all eternity now. Putting one hand to his mouth he caught an errant drop of blood still resting on his lip. Greedily he sucked the drop from his finger and smiled. Turning he drifted off into the balmy night air. 



August Heat



August had been its usual hot self. For those working outside, the hottest of months can take its toll. A particular long, trying day was almost over for me when I took a break for water. My phone showed a page saying to call her when I got home. Quitting time then seemed closer with devious thoughts filling my mind. 

By five o'clock that evening, I'd come home to an empty house. A cool shower created a new man. Standing at the window, peeking to the house across the street, I'd called her with butterflies in my gut. "I'm going out. Do you want to see me?" Wanting her was more than she could know as it had been two weeks since we'd last touched. 

That night we were going to try something new that would later become a habit. It was a clandestine mission for each of us to meet at a busy shopping center and then return to my house in one car. The garage would go up, the car slides underneath, and the neighbors or other parents are none the wiser. Those five miles each way were like the trip to the airport when a lover is returning. Anticipation sloshed with my horny eagerness as I idled past the rows of cars- my eyes scanning for this girl who'd bubble over with smiles when she saw me.

We'd had to do the 'pick-up' this way because our time together remained hidden from her parents, who were not only my neighbors, but close friends. In addition to already being considerably older than her, she'd turned eighteen only weeks prior. For some time we'd talked about sneaking her into my house for an entire night of debauchery. Driving home I was savoring the moment as I knew soon was to be that night.

That single car garage door had clear glass panes that were easy to see through even from across the street. I'd rolled in with the door closing just behind the rear bumper. Lori crouched in the seat until after the garage flood light had gone out. Just in case any neighbors wanted to stop by to borrow a cup of sugar, we wouldn't want to be caught like this even completely clothed. One last trip around the house ensured the blinds were drawn and doors locked.

From the kitchen I said to her, "I'd offer you a beer if you were of legal drinking age."

That's Ok, she says, "...I can't be smelling like beer if I have to get back home. If Dad calls my cell..." We didn't spend much time on that hushed prospect. If he called she was at a friend's house. That moment was ours with my excitement evident by the fullness of my erection when I stared at those perfect breasts stretching at her pink T-shirt. Emphatic kissing followed as we reacquainted our bodies. I'd undone the woven belt that was preventing me from kissing her belly button. With her jeans down and off, my hands roamed her young body that responded to my slightest touch.

She clasped her arms around my back, whimpering to me the thoughts she'd had earlier that day. My right hand had slid cautiously lower to the moistened cotton panties, my finger tip pushed against the padding of her flower. "Look at you, so wet and these panties are now mine", I said with two fingers tugging at the waistband but allowing her to keep them on. We were kissing to make up for lost time. Arching her back, her hands freed the bra clasp.

There didn't seem to be anything better at the point when my lips left hers heading to her nipples, round and visibly responding. A strip tease of a different variety was unfolding for my needy eyes, my hands being allowed to explore. Nothing remained on either of us except for her in those panties, jiggling in all the right places as we shuffled towards the bedroom.

Holding each other in a standing kiss, we'd stopped shy of the bed. The throbbing in my cock pressed against her below those wonderful tits. Devious hands have a mind of their own- mine wanted those dampened panties slid down rosy thighs. Like a heady pervert trying to undress the prom queen, I was stopped short of my goal by her holding my hand with a whisper, "...do you remember last week when I said...that I didn't have any hair below my waist?" 

I'd nodded with an exhale, how could I forget? She trailed on with, "....and I didn't then, but I do now. Would you like to help trim things up?" 

That bathroom had a wider-than-usual countertop without the interruption of two sinks. From springy toes, she hopped her ass up and sat while I gathered a washcloth, cream, and changed the blade of my razor. Those teenage legs parted for me as I trailed a sloppy kiss down her belly, lapping at the wet patch of cotton, nuzzling sideways to nudge at her lips, and the expression on her faced changed completely when I found her clit. Licking at the insides of her thighs, we both were sweating and I hadn't begun any trim work. 

"Lift up....I want these off." As soon as the material was free from her ankles, my nose returned to her pussy. Her intimate scent was intensely erotic! How moist she was through the auburn, wispy hairs that barely concealed her lips. They would be traced by the point of my tongue as I breathed in her aroma. Licking inside I would explore for some minutes the tightness of her sex... then looking up to make sure that blissful look hadn't changed.

She sat speechless when I laid the warm-soaked towel across her mound. Those tender hairs didn't need to be moistened, or warmed for that matter but I wanted to make this the most pleasant shave it could be. Maybe there'd be a chance she'd ask me to do it again. I use only good shaving cream for my face; that's what I smoothed on her. I said with a groan, "open your legs for me wide... I don't want to miss any place." After a little teasing of her lathered lips, a brand-new razor nipped away at the curly hairs. 

Lori's chin sank down to her reddened chest, as if nodding off to an ecstasy of sleep, like the Heroin users' trance when every pleasure center fires in concert. For some time, and I loved every second of being able to lick her that way, my tongue and fingers explored my girl's new baldness. "...you keep doing that and I'm definitely gonna cum...", she muttered while tugging at my hair. Her legs opened so wide, pushing her hips to my mouth, and then thighs clenching against my ears. Tasting her sugar sweet lips and sucking her puffy clit was nearly enough to bring me to the edge.

Once on my bed, I'd straddled her then lurched over towards the nightstand for a condom. As a man in my late 20's, I knew my sperm were more than capable of reaching the insides of this fertile girl. Her parents would kill us both and mine wouldn't be too thrilled to identify my remains. With two fingers I dangled the condom, looking down at her with just the head of me in her mouth. Images like that imprint the mind during such intense times.

Her pleasure had been my main concern until this point. Now, the animal side of me wanted satisfying. My hands moved her legs apart, making room and allowing an angle for me to pump in. Through my cock I lavished in the velvety insides of her lubricated canal. I went to the bottom of her, touching her deepest point and knew we were connected in more than lust. 

Hips were in motion, mine circling onto hers, grinding down on her clit that was just beginning to absorb the banging in store. I urged on in her ear comments and hungry words, "I thought about you all day at work. This cock got hard imaging you across the street, touching yourself..." Then she yelped as I dug in with a lunge of that hardness. I'd wrapped my arms underneath her so my hands could hold her ass cheeks apart, pulling her up towards my thrusts.

Maybe close to an hour went by while sweaty, hot sex brought us closer as lovers. Looking up to her while she was on top of me was a new experience. I'd eased into the pillows and mattress giving my lower back a rest. The heat from her pounded pussy was realized just before her lips began their glide around the head and over my shaft. Her gyrations were bringing me closer to the edge of orgasm and the tapping of her bare ass on my thighs was something I wanted to see from a different angle.

Every bit of energy that we'd spent on sneaking around, calling each other to arrange these deceptions, all of that urging I now wanted to burn up. The rear entry position mixed with the unbelievable view of seeing Lori on her knees bent over was going to allow me the most intense penetration I could deliver. Some guys would have plunged in right there, jerking into that inflamed pussy maybe five times before losing their load. For me the first patient thing to do was back up for the best view, then lean in to begin tasting and smelling both of her special places. 

Only the tip of my tongue flicked at her lips, savoring those folds. Dropping my head to lap at the bottom of her pussy and close to her asshole. Mumbling and nibbling I managed, "...baby, you taste and smell incredible." Working my tongue into the wider part of her opening while flicking over her butthole, Lori's natural juices were flowing but I left behind my extra saliva for the gliding of my cock. 

She knew I'd love to take her like that from behind. The roundness of her butt was broken only by my fingers clenching at her flesh, spreading her for a view of both holes. Talking into her ear, my sweaty chest supported by her back, rocking into her drippy sex, "...cum on me, Lori, working my fingers on your clit while I drive deep to the bottom of your pussy from behind..." We were both closer, to each other and orgasm.

Doing it from the back was to be the best way to finish off such a sexual rendezvous. We'd worked and sweated with each other for some time as her reddened ass pushed back towards me. A pillow was muffling her orgasm which sent me over the edge. My cock slipped out and I erupted there between her cheeks as we finished cumming together. "I hope my parents aren't outside or they may have heard me scream," she gasped.

With a towel I cleaned her off then lay beside her to cool down. We'd soon have to return to the shopping center. I kept those panties of hers to remember the perfection of that date together. Again, the garage door would go up and we'd drive out without anyone being the wiser. This wasn't the last time we run covert operations to be together that Summer.



August, Hot and Steamy



Last August, Georgia and Tammy headed for the lake to meet up with some friends. They stopped off at the corner grocery to pick up a few necessities for the afternoon. They focused on essentials, sun creme, cheese and crackers, hot dogs and buns, and of course beer. They got back into the car, excited to be out for the day, but not really knowing what the day had in store for them.

The group was feeling pretty good plenty of drinking by most and good natured banter. It was late in the afternoon when, almost like clockwork, a rain storm blows in. Everyone made there best effort to stay dry, but it was futile in the driving rain. They were all soaked to the skin by the torrential down pour. After the clouds move on, the wet group resumed sitting on the dock over the lake and drinking. The playful banter continues until Melita dared Guy to throw her into the lake. No one is quite sure how it started, but next thing they knew, Melita was thrashing and screaming in the lake.

Hysterical laughing rang out over the water as Guy striped naked and dove into the murky water after Melita. No one was sure now if Melita's screams were because of Guy chasing her around the lake or just being in the lake itself.

Everyone else was soaked anyway, so they decided to join in too. Several of the guys stripped down to their underwear, mostly boxers. A couple of the girls jumped in with all of their clothes on, but Georgia was not going to go into that water in the outfit she had just bought. She slipped off her tube top and flowered skirt and jumped in wearing just panties and bra. The whole group was screaming with laughter, so much so that the park ranger came over to see what was up.

Guy managed to talk himself out of a night in jail, mostly because there were no children in the near vicinity. The ranger was gracious enough to leave before Georgia climbed out of the water, in her now damp and translucent panties and bra. She caught Tucker staring at her as she slipped back into her blouse and skirt. She thought Tucker was looking damn good in his see-through tightey whities. Georgia couldn't wear wet panties all afternoon, and she was having too much fun to go home now, so she hung them on a tree branch to dry. She did so with a little trepidation because Guy's boxers ended up flying from a flag pole.

Tammy had recently bought a new digital camera and had been taking candid shots of the group all day. She suddenly seemed to get an interest in having Geaorgia pose for her camera. Georgia sat for a few posed shots for Tammy, thinking no one was watching her. Little did she know, but Tucker's eyes followed Georgia the whole time. He was even watching when Georgia complied with Tammy's dare to pull her skirt down, while Tammy took a photo from behind. Tucker could barely conceal his erection from the other guys as they stood sipping beers.

As the sun faded the bugs started getting bad and the party is broke up. Georgia slipped into her mostly dry panties, and climbed into Tammy's car for the ride home. Tucker had had too much to drive back to town, so Tammy offered him a ride. Georgia was completely oblivious to the fact that Tammy might have something up her sleeve!

On the drive back to town, Tucker couldn't get Georgia out of his mind, how incredibly sexy she looked, long blond hair streaming over her naked skin, her body damp and panties translucent from the water. 

He kept chit-chatting with the girls, but his attention was really focused on Georgia. Finally, he convinced Georgia to climb into the back seat with him. As soon as she got back there, he was all over her. She resisted at first by pushing him away, but eventually acquiesced, thinking there would be little harm in kissing him. She didn't realize how horny she was and didn't imagine what a great kisser he was until he lays his lips upon her. His hands touching her skin felt warm; his hand slipping up her thigh sent tingles ringing over her skin. As his hand moves, she doesn't find off his advances. His fingers slipped over the silky material, rubbing up and down over her slit outside of her dampening panties.

As she drives the couple in the back seat, Tammy adjusts the rear view mirror so she can see into Georgia's lap. She sees Georgia's legs are parted and she can see the wet spot that has already formed in the nylon. A slight smile came over her face, she can see that Georgia is wanting more than a little necking in the back seat. There had long been something about the juncture of Georgia's legs that had given Tammy a tingling feeling between hers. 

Georgia could feel Tucker's heart pounding against her chest as he probed her mouth with his tongue. He slipped his hand along the inside of her thigh, under her skirt, and he pressed his finger inside the leg of her panties. Her velvet folds were wet with his finger sliding along the outside of her lips and picking up a bit of the moisture. His fingers spread the moisture as they slipped around her vulva. Her body arched, instinctively responding to his touch, her ass lifted slightly off the seat.

Tammy, watched in the rear view mirror, glad for her friend that she offered Tucker a ride and glad for herself that she had such a wonderful view. She knew that Georgia had needed this for so long.

Tucker's finger, wet and creamy, parted Georgia's velvet folds as he moved it up her slit. Their lips were still interlocked until she droped her head against his muscular shoulders simply so she could breathe. His moist, slippery finger circled her clit, sending electric chills from her stomach to her erect nipples. Her hips slowly humped against his finger as tension built in her tummy. Georgia cried out as she erupted in orgasm and was immediately embarrassed when she remembered Tammy is in the car too. She realized her private moment was not so private! What she hadn't realized was that Tammy circled the block 4 times to give her extra time to climax. Georgia laid in the back seat panting, her hand resting on the tent that Tucker's pulsing erection made in his jeans.

Tammy came around to the car door and opened it for them. Tucker, the gentleman, helped Georgia from the back seat and held her hand all the way to the door.

"Hey," said Tammy half laughing as she walked up to the door, "you're not getting in without these."

Tucker and Georgia broke down laughing as Tammy unlocked the door and ushered the pair into the house. 'They are really starting to feel it,' thought Tammy, "Good night all."

Tucker and Georgia bounced their way down the hallway, hands groping as they move down toward the bedroom. Georgia excused herself, telling Tucker to make himself comfortable as she went into the bathroom. Tucker sat on the edge of the bed in the dim light of the bedroom, waiting for Georgia to return from bathroom. She came into the dim bedroom light wearing only a man's dress shirt.

Georgia walked over to him and he stood shakily upon his feet. She knelt before him, her head hovering before his loins. She reached up to rub the prominent bulge in the front of jeans in circular motions, thinking of the bulge she had spied at the lake. Her hands found the buckle of the belt that held up his jeans. She unbuckled the belt and then began unbuttoning each button on the fly of his jeans. She took the waste band and pulled his jeans over his hips. His erection tented his briefs and Georgia reached inside and pulled his hard cock out through the fly. A drop of precum was already formed on the tip of his dick. Georgia grasped his hard dick in her fist and flicked the end with her tongue, then ran her tongue the length of the shaft from tip to his balls. She finished by running the peak of her tongue along the crease in his sac. Tucker dropped his head back and moaned as he took the glans into her mouth, and ran her tongue over the sulcus directly behind the head. Tucker groaned again, filling the room with his moans. Cupping his balls, she slid her lips around his shaft, taking it all the way into her throat. Bobbing her head, she worked her tongue over his cock. His balls got tight and his body quivered, then with the head buried deeply in her throat, Georgia felt his hot cum empty into her mouth.

"Oh gawd, that was awesome," Tucker exclaimed when he could talk again.

Tammy had followed the couple into the house. They were too involved to have noticed her as she spied from the doorway to the bedroom. Her heart was pounding, after watching Georgia go down on Tucker. As the couple lay down together on the bed, she stole softy into the bedroom. She surprised Georgia by sliding onto the bed next to her, then pressing her lips over Georgia's. Surprised at first, Georgia met Tammy's kiss. Tammy could feel and taste Tucker's cum in Georgia's mouth, moving her tongue inside Georgia's like she were licking her clean. Her hands moved onto Georgia's body, feeling, teasing, and probing.

Georgia, lying between the two lovers feeling the heat of each burning into her skin. Her heart was burning with lust and her pussy was dripping, hungry for Tammy's tongue. It was not long before Tammy obliged her.

Slowly and deliberately, Tammy kissed her way down Georgia's slender, sexy frame. Tucker was hard again, his cock pressed against Georgia's thigh, his lips pressed covered her mouth. Georgia's was panting with anticipation while Tammy was spreading her lover's lips and probing with her tongue. Georgia's body quivered as Tammy buried her tongue into Georgia's weeping hole. The quiver turned to shaking when Tammy circled Georgia's clit with her tongue and slid the third finger inside her, beaconing her to cum using a 'come hither' motion that caressed her G-Sport. Her hips rose from the bed as a giant fist took hold of her insides causing her loins to flutter.

Tammy and Tucker lay next to her, holding her in their arms. She kissed Tucker then licked her own cream from Tammy's face. Tuckers hands caressed her, Tammy's hand slowly stroked Tucker's cock. 

Tammy pulled Tucker by the cock until he was positioned over Georgia. Taking his cock, she held it at the entrance to Georgia's vagina, coating the head with her juices. She didn't have to guide him any further, since he entered her in a single thrust, plunging deeply inside of her. He rocked on top of Georgia, Tammy swatting his ass with encouragement. It wasn't long until Georgia was cumming again, and when Tucker's hot cum filled her soaking pussy, she exploded once more.

The two lovers lay soaked in August sweat, while Tammy looked down upon Georgia, stroking her hair; she then looked at Tucker, eyes traveling over his masculine body, eyes on his cock, she licked her lips. Georgia smiled, she knew exactly what Tammy was thinking.

Tammy slid down Georgia's body, hard nipples slipping over her skin, her lips passing over Tucker's stomach. As she lay across Georgia, she took his shaft in her hand and began licking the tip with the point of her tongue. He squirmed as her tongue ticked his over sensitive organ, but it instantly began to spring to life. Her lips surrounded the head and she began fucking her own mouth with his dick. He got even harder.

She looked him in the eye, "Take me," she said, as she dropped to all fours, her naked ass pointing toward the ceiling. Tucker didn't need to be asked twice as he knelt behind her and began rolling his dick around her gaping hole. He pressed against her and he slid in easily. His hands on her hips, he began rocking her from behind. 

From her vantage point, Georgia saw his balls swaying with his movements, the same balls that slapped her in the ass a few moments earlier. Now it was Tammy who cried out in pleasure, took him deeply inside her, hovered on the edge of explosion. Georgia reached up between Tammy's legs and massaged her clit while Tucker rammed her from behind. Tammy's arched and she rocked hard against Tucker, screamed for more and took it deeper and deeper. Her screams of ecstasy filled the house as she arched her head back, her entire frame shook, and then she collapsed in a sweaty heap on the bed beneath Tucker; his cum dripping from between her legs.

Georgia stroked Tammy's hair, as the three lovers laid on the bed, were they slept through that hot, steamy August night.



August Night



It was a particularly warm and muggy August evening, the power had gone out earlier from a passing storm, and the house was still warm as the air conditioner fought to catch up. The two lovers laid on top of the sheets, casually watching a movie on TV. She laid her head on his shoulder, as she’d done a hundred times before, and he, in turn, instinctively wrapped his arm around her and pulled her in a little closer.

He began to rub her back almost without realizing he was doing so. She began to lose interest in the movie and focus on the way his hands felt on her skin as he slipped his hand inside her shirt and continued caressing her back and shoulders.

She began letting her hands wander as well, while feigning some interest in the TV. As she lay on her side in his embrace, she let her free hand wander over his chest and torso. Slipping her hand under his shirt she felt his smooth skin on her palm. She looked up at him and was rewarded with a gentle kiss. She shyly said, “Can you take this off?” tugging at his soft gray T-shirt.

He sat up and she pulled the t-shirt over his head. He pulled her to him, and pulled her thigh across his lap so that she was straddling him. They sat in a lovers embrace, kissing each other passionately, forgetting all about the heat of the house or the droning TV. He kissed her neck and said, “Well, we should be fair about this…” and began tugging at her navy blue t-shirt. She raised her arms and let him slip the shirt over her head. She had taken her bra off earlier, and her large breasts swayed slightly as he caressed them, tracing his palms over her nipples, then reversing his hands, he traced along the tender underside of each breast. His touch felt so soft and gentle, she could not contain a small sigh of pleasure.

That was all the encouragement he needed, as he lent forward to kiss each breast tenderly, teasingly, then passionately. She arched her back, pressing her breasts into his tender mouth as he began to lightly bite each nipple turning them into hard little knobs of pleasure.

He laid her back against the bed, trailing kisses down her torso as his hands replaced his mouth at her breasts. His thumb grazed over her nipples, he was surprised at how erect they were from just a few minutes of attention. She began to move around slowly, arching her back, moving her hips in a subtle slow rhythm. He adjusted slightly, laying on his side beside her. Pressing the length of his body against her as he continued to caress her. He tugged on her shorts and she instinctively lifted her hips for him to remove them, then stretched out comfortably, fully naked for him to enjoy.

He began to kiss her, more passionately now than before, propped up on his elbow, hovering over her. His free hand moved down to her naked center, teasing her with his touch. He stroked the freshly shaven, silky skin between her thighs, tenderly letting a finger slip inside the folds briefly. Feeling how wet and warm she was from his efforts, he began to kiss her harder, thinking about how it will feel to be inside her soon.

He moved his thigh over hers, settling one knee between her legs, pressing against her where his hand had just been. He tasted the wetness on his fingers and could take no more of this lovers play. He wanted her. He wanted to be inside her. He began to remove his shorts, as she sat up to help him. She stroked his hard cock thru his shorts, and then lifted the waistband outward to free him. The head was glistening with moisture, which did not go unnoticed! She leant forward and let her warm, wet tongue slide over the tip of him. She moaned with pleasure at the taste of him. She hungered for more and began to take him in her mouth. He stopped her though, knowing that much more of that and he would not be able to hold back.

He put his hand on the nape of her neck, under her long, straight, soft blonde hair and coaxed her up for another passionate kiss. She protested some, hungering to please him, and feeling intoxicated by the taste of him. But she also knew he only stopped her for a good reason, and she also was filled with desire to feel him push deep inside her.

He gently coaxed her to lay flat on the pale blue sheets. She obeyed, watching his gorgeous body as he moved gracefully on top of her. He pushed up on his arms, and knees, kissing her breasts once more. He rested his weight on one hand and freed the other hand to wander again. He wasted little time sliding his hand down her body, pushing his thumb inside her for a moment, teasing her with what was to come. He moved his warm wet thumb to her clitoris, circling it gently as her hips raised to meet him. He felt her hand join his, then felt her fingers on his cock, reaching to guide him into her.

She moved his cock slowly over her wet folds, centering him as she arched up as if to push him inside herself. He felt a slight resistance, then warm, almost hot wetness spread up his shaft as he pushed inside her… finally! They both moaned at how heavenly it felt. He continued to circle his thumb over her, feeling the hard little button under his pressure. He pushed with slow purposeful thrusts inside her, just slightly slower than she would have liked, as she was pushing her hips up to meet him, encouraging him to hasten his pace. He began to kiss her again, as her arms circled his waist, and wandered to his perfect round ass. She began pulling him into her faster, her nails slightly scratching at his backside. Their tongues touched and searched for each other, kissing harder, more passionately.

He felt her tightening around his shaft, first slowly, then with a distinct rhythm, which was getting faster and tighter. Her hips began to twitch, bucking gently against him. He began to kiss her neck, biting gently, then a little rougher. She pressed into him hard, feeling him stimulate her with his thumb, and filling her up on the inside at the same time, she was coming, pressing hard into him twitching, spasming, clamping onto his shaft so hard and tight. 

He couldn’t take it another minute as he began to come, too. Filling her with hot liquid spurts over and over. He moaned with pleasure feeling his hot semen spurt inside her. Knowing how good he felt inside her, she pulled him into her encouraging him to come until he could come no more. She could feel the warmth inside her now, and as she tightened around him she could feel how wet and slick everything was now. She felt him twitch, still inside her, both of them hot and glistening. Trailing kisses across her shoulder, up her neck, he kissed her earlobe. He moved his hand, which had helped to bring her to such a hard orgasm, to her face and smoothed back her hair. He kissed her cheek once more and said “I love you.” as he pressed his finger across her lips to silence her. There was no need for her to speak, for he had known for a long time how she felt. He wanted her to enjoy the moment. She held him tight, reeling from his words, wanting to speak but afraid her voice would fail her. She’d heard these words before, but never had she wanted to hear them so badly as with him.



August Pays You A Visit This Night



It's a cold rainy night. The weather is ideal
for me thunder, lightening, high winds, bitter coldness and heavy rain. 
My waist length black hair wet and blowing in the high winds, my body soaked from the rain.. 
From a nearby rooftop as I lean on the chimney... 
I gaze across to a neighboring bedroom window... 
As a light turns on.. 
I smile thinking to myself about you. 

Watching your shadow dance about the lighted room. 
I can only think of what this night will bring. 
Then the bathroom light is turned on. 
As the storm rages on, I make my way from the rooftop next door. 
Moving thru the darkness of the night I make the back of your house. 
Grasping the backdoor knob, I turn it as it breaks easily under my grip. 
Opening the door, I make my way inside your home. 
Once inside, I disappear from mortal sight totally invisible to the human eye. 
Making my way upstairs, I enter the bathroom and lean on a far wall.. 
And wait for you to enter.. 

You enter wrapped in a towel. 
Stepping into the shower you toss the towel out. 
As the glass shower door closes, and the water is turned on. 
You gasp and jump when the first jets hit your body. 
Then you proceed to shower, as I watch unknowingly to you. 
I watch you thru the glass, as you soap up and lather your body. 
Washing your face then arms. 
Your hands softly begin washing your breast.. 
Moving down to your belly then your waist. 
Bending over you wash your legs and feet. 
You rinse off, then proceed to wash your hair.. 
Grabbing the shower head you lay in the tub. 
Turning it on massage. 
You begin to masturbate with the pulsating water. 
You Moan out Mmmmm Ooohhhh feels so good as the water bounces against you clit. 
You begin pulling on your nipples with your free hand. 
As the water pulsates against your clit. 
Moving your hand downward you slip not one but two fingers into your cunt, and begin sliding them in and out in a rhythm. 
Your moaning gets heavier and heavier Mmmmmm OOOoooohhhh yesss feels real fuckin good. 
As you continue on your orgasmic quest. 
You reach out to the soap tray grabbing a water proof dildo turning it on you begin to push it in your cunt. 
It's long, thick and heavily ribbed
It takes some time but it finally slips in. 
You begin to move it in and out of your pussy as you continue to masterbate. 
The water bounces off your erecting clit as you begin to seriously fuck yourself with that huge dildo. 
Your breathing more rapid your gasping for breaths Mmmmmm Yesssss yessssss Mmmmmmm fuuuuuuck. Mmmmmmmm your getting closer with every second. 
As I look on your body begins to rise up shuddering violently. 
Your Orgasm approaches. 
Oh yea thats thats Mmmmmm Ohhhhhhhhh Fuuuuuck Mmmmmm yessss fuck me you cry out Ohhhhhh God I'm Cum Cum Cummmminggggg... 
As I watch you go thru orgasmic bliss.. 
I feel the sudden urge to take you then and there.. 
But I must control the beast within me. 
Must not let it go as of yet. 
I do not want to rush tonight. 
I want this night to last. 
After your orgasm subsides and you begin to calm down. 
You shut off the shower then you reach and grab the towel nearby. 
Wrap up in it, then step from the shower. 
Making your way to the bedroom. 
As I try to control the raging beast.. 

Sometime after your exit. 
I finally make my own having stayed in control of the beast for now. 
Making my way to your bedroom still unseen. 
I find that you have fallen fast asleep. 
Moving to your bedside, I slide the covers back gently. 
And for the first time I gaze upon your nakedness up close. 
Laying on the bed before me I smile. 
Studying you as you sleep.. 

How beautifull you really are... 
Your face so devine with your long sexy hair. 
Your skin so soft so tender. 
Your breast's so round and firm with nice hardened nipples
Your belly so toned and flat. 
Your legs so long and smooth looking
Your pussy so neatly trimmed and inviting. 

How Angelic you look indeed... 
How I desire you. 
How I must have you. 
How I must make you forever mine. 
As the beast rages in me once again I loose control submitting to it's call. 
My fangs Extend out. 
I am lost in my eternal Damnation. 
I appear in the room next to your bed. 
I slide my hand along your silken legs. 
Reaching your pussy I begin to slowly finger fuck you. 
You moan out in your sleep.. 
I bring my finger to my mouth and suck on it tasting you. 
I move up your body and lean down and lick lightly on your hardened nipples. 
You stir in your sleep. 
Almost awakened by my naughty intentions. 
Carefully I move to your neck watching your vein pulsate your heartbeat it sings to me. 
I open my mouth and bury my fangs into your neck. 
Your blood so warm splashes into my mouth as I continue sucking the life from you as you awaken. 
Then when your near death I bite into my wrist and hold it out over your mouth. 
The blood spills onto your lips as you drink not knowing yet why. 
Then you latch onto my wrist and drink freely. 
When you have had enough I pull my wrist away licking it so it heals. 

I gaze at you as you beging to change violently. 
Crying out in emmense pain as your body dies. 
Then silence... 
You have changed now no longer a mortal.. 
Your now a vampiress
Your body so mesmerizing 
You look so damned devilish as I grin thinking to myself. 
Then suddenly without a warning you tackle me to the floor. 
Shreading the clothes from my body. 
Your long fingernails ripping into my flesh like razors.. 
I shove you off me and rise to my feet tearing the last of my ragged clothing off my body. 
Standing before you, I am now totally naked. 
My muscles ripple as I flex them. 
My cock hangs downward towards the floor. 
You crawl to me feeling the need to be one with me and grasp my limp cock. 
Stroking it and pulling on my balls playfully. 
Suck it is all I say. 
As you willingly lick about my cock. 
Then swallow it.. 
I grasp the back of your head. 
And begin to move my cock in and out of your throat. 
You moan out in approval wanting it more. 
As I begin to move my hips fuckin your throat. 
While you tug on my balls. 
After sometime of your generous cocksucking. 
I slam hard into your throat and spray my cum into it. 
Shot after shot my cum pours out of my balls hitting the back of your throat. 
You expertly swallow every drop and lick my cock clean. 

Looking up at me you smile showing me your fangs. 
You have done well my dear. 
Now my turn.. as I push you onto your back. 
Spreading your legs wide open. 
I dive face first into that sweet looking cunt thats now mine forever. 
Gliding my pierced tongue thru your cunt as you quiver. 
Grasping my long hair you pull me into you more. 
Hissing at me and moaning how good it feels. 
You begin to grind your pussy against my face. 
Screaming out in pleasure. 
I lick away tasting your cunt fluids and desiring to have more. 
I lick faster and every once in awhile I suck hard on your clit flicking my tongue over it. 
As I lick away your moans increase you begin to beg me to eat your cunt. 
Wanting me to make you come.. 
I reach up and pull and twist your nipples playfully as my tongue licks away. 
Then feeling you getting closer I lick faster and faster. 
You cry out your orgasmic delight as I lick away. 
Your cunt juices splash out onto my face as I suck hard on your clit. 
At your highest point I sink one of my fangs into your clit piercing it. 
I back away and pull a golden hoop earring from my right ear and place it thru your clit. 

Then I look into your eyes. 
I am forever your Master there is no other but me
You shall obey only me... 
Make no mistake in this I have choosen you and you have submitted to me. 
Failure to follow this shall be your demise. 
Grabbing your hair and pulling you to me I look into your face. 
Any questions ?
You utter in responce.. No no questions Master. 
Good then. As I push you away.. 
You Crawl onto your bed hissing and stare at me in silence. 
You may speek.. 
Master may I pleasure you more. 
As you play with your tits. 
I walk to the bed and lay upon it with you. 
You may... 
As you grasp my limp cock playing with it. 
Then you begin to suck on my limp cock once again. 
I utter we are one forever bonded in blood this bond is unbreakable. 
Unless I meet my demise.. 

You Continue to suck on my cock as I let out a moan in pleasure. 
I reach out and begin to finger fuck you wet cunt. 
As I do I tell you how much I love your cocksucking. 
I rub my thumb across your newly pierced clit as my finger slides in and out of your wet cunt. 
My finger makes a sloshing sound as I do. 
Your so fucking wet as my cock throbs in your mouth. 
So so fucking wet banging my finger into your cunt. 
You moan out as I do.. 
Mmmm yea baby thats it suck my cock... Mmmmm yea Mmmm
Then you stop sucking.. pulling away as my hard ridged heavily veined cock throbs freely. 
You rise up grasping my manhood and impale yourself upon it. 
Slamming down onto me. 
Your eyes flicker as you dig your long fingernails into my chest
The beast in you has awoken your fangs extend. 
You begin to ride me pulling all the way to the tip. 
Then slamming onto me hard as you shriek out in pleasure. 
I watch you grinning as you wildly fuck me. 
Pounding your pussy into me as I begin to meet you with thrust's of my own. 
Were fucking like wild animals now our hidden inner selves freed. 
I push you off me and change positions. 
Slipping my cock back into your tight wet pussy. 
I begin to savagly pound into it. 
As your long fingernails dig into my asscheeks
You move your head into my neck and bury your fangs into me sucking hard my essence pours out into your mouth. 
Mmmmm yes I moan out.. 
You join me in moans as you lick my neck so it heals.. Mmmmm yes Fuck me good Fuck me Hard give it to me. 
Take you cock and pound my tight cunt I'm yours forever. 
I continue to fuck you long and hard slamming into your cunt as my balls smack your ass. 
Then swiftly I pull out and you go to your hands and knees.. fuck me doggystyle Master I beg of you. 
I get behind you and slip my massive cock back into your awaiting cunt. 
Grabbing your hips I dig my nails into them as I furiously pound into your tight pussy. 
You reach back and begin to rub you clit. 
As I reach up under you grabbing your tits I pull and twist your nipples as I continue to pound your cunt hard. 
Yesssss Yessssss Yessssssss you cry out give it to me fuck my pussy make me cum. 
I wanna feel your cock fill my pussy with thick cum... fuck fuck fuck Mmmmm yessssss yesssss
As I continue to tug on your nipples and pound away.. 
Then I feel my balls tighten and know the moment has drawn near. 
I feverishly pound into your cunt for all I am worth.. 
As I moan out in orgasm... MMmmm Yessss here here it comessssss OOOoooohhhhhh 
Mmmmmmmmmm as my cock slams into your cunt I cum sending loads of cum into your already drentched pussy. 
Then as I continue to orgasm yours hits. Ohhhhh Mmmmm Yesssssss cu cummmmming. 
Your body shakes violently as you cum once again. 
As your fingernails rake down my back digging into my flesh.. 
My cock still hard and wanting more I reach out for some of your cunt juices as my cum spills out of your pussy. 
I rub it on your ass and my cock as I slip it in little by little. 
Your back arches as you cry out in delighted pain. Oooooooooohhh Mmmmmmm stuff my ass Master fuck my tight virgin ass. 
My cock all the way inside I begin to ravage your tight ass. 
You begin to finger fuck your cunt as I pound away into your ass. 
Every once in a while I slap your ass with a firm hand and rub it in. 
You scream out in emmense pleasure Fuuuuuuck me give me that cock Mmmmmm Yesssssss Master slap my ass.. OOOOOOhhhhhh Mmmmmmm yessssss. 
Fucking your ass for all that is left in me I finally cum inside your ass as you cry out thats it Master fill my ass with your cum give it all to me and soon after my orgasm hits yours follows. 
Your body shakes violently as you cum so hard it gushes down your inner thighs. 
Then I slip out of your ass and roll over beside you. 
As I wrap my arm around you holding you to me tightly. 
I begin to speak as you playfully stroke my cock. 
Daybreak draws ever so close my pet.. 
We must retire to a safe area in the house.. 
You look at me... follow me Master I have a perfect place. 
As we retire to the darkness of the basment. 
We fall asleep in each others arms untill the sun sets and the darkness again beckons. 
At which time we may once again be our true vampiric selves. 


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August Rain



I was a boy at eighteen.

It was the middle of August 1978 and I had graduated from high school three months earlier. My eighteenth birthday had come and gone, and I was still a virgin. My entire love life had consisted of many awkward moments and a few goodnight kisses while being watched by my mother. I was terribly shy around girls but I was so horny that I masturbated twice a day.

My name is Peter Carpenter, but my friends have always called me Pete. "Pete, this party is going to be great," my good friend William Breaux had told me before he picked me up from my trailer in his red 1967 Chevy Camaro convertible that morning. 

The car was cool, though rusting out from underneath, but the trailer was an ancient piece of shit. However, since I was renting it, it was my piece of shit. After living under the thumbs of my protective parents for my whole life, I felt like I had been freed from prison. Of course, though free and living on my own, I had been ill prepared to be able to speak to a woman and invite her back to my new place.

I wasn't so sure about the party, but I got into William's car anyway. I had my swim trunks on under my jeans. "Are you sure it's okay?" I asked. 

"For the tenth time, yes," he replied as he pulled out onto the narrow highway. "Look, Allison Miller is throwing the pool party at her mom's house. She's friends with Tricia, right?"

I nodded, though I had no idea who these girls were. It wasn't really my circle of friends, as shy as I was around girls.

"Well, Trisha is dating Jack. Trisha invited Jack. Jack invited me. I invited you. Simple," he concluded.

I shook my head in disbelief. I could see that we were probably going to get kicked out for crashing the party. Jack was sixteen, so his girlfriend and this Allison girl were probably just as young. My friend, William, was seventeen, having just graduated like me. We were older. Miss Miller, Allison's divorced mom, would probably filter out any older kids, like us.

William had the top down on his Camaro and I enjoyed the breeze because, though it was around eleven in the morning, the sun was already beating down. It was hot every day in August in Longville. That's the small town in southwest Louisiana where we lived.

It took ten minutes to get to the Miller's house. 

There were a half a dozen cars parked all around. They were parked in the driveway, in the street in front of the house, and on the front lawn, which was mostly dead anyway. William parked on the street and hopped out, leaving the top down. I got out and followed him into the house; the front door was unlocked.

The house was wide and shallow. From the front door I could see the back yard through the sliding glass doors at the back of the house. William glanced around for a second and then walked right on in. I hesitated, but followed.

In the living room, just inside the glass doors, stood Miss Miller. She was fourteen years older than me, having had Allison when she was a teenager herself, but she was fine. That's what we called hot in those days, though fine is still used sometimes today. She had long wavy blond hair, bright blue eyes, and a strong but sexy face. She was deeply tanned over every inch of skin I could see but for two tan lines running up her shoulders and around the back of her neck. She wore a white dress with red dots that was held up by thin straps at her shoulders. The dress left her arms, shoulders, and upper chest bare. Her tits were full and filled out her dress, spilling over the sides just a little. 

Miss Miller said, "Go on through, the party's in the back." She had a sexy voice.

William barely acknowledged her as he passed on through the glass door. I followed him, too shy to even say anything to her. That was always the way with me in those days.

There were about a dozen teenagers around and in the pool. I knew only a few from school, the rest were probably from other schools or younger grades. All of the girls were dressed in brightly colored bikinis. All of the guys wore dark swim trunks.

William took off his clothes quickly, stripping down to his trunks. I did the same, only more slowly. Most of the kids watched us come in. Though Miss Miller hadn't filtered us out, I was still concerned about being kicked out for being too old or not invited.

William jumped into the pool and started horsing around. He was quick. Nobody paid me much attention after that. I stripped down to my black and red swim trunks and sat on a chair. Swimming required interaction with girls and I was just too damn shy for that.

After a few minutes one of the girls got out of the pool and came up to me. I didn't recognize her. She had blond hair that reached to her shoulders and a pretty face, despite some blemishes. She was lightly tanned except for the pale tan lines I could see peeking out at the edges of her bikini. It was a skimpy pink one.

She asked, "You're William's friend?"

I nodded. If I was too shy to jump in the water, I was definitely too shy to talk to this girl.

"Did you graduate this year?" she asked.

I nodded again. "Yea," I managed to say, barely.

"I'm one grade behind you. I'm going to be seventeen in a few months. I can't wait to be a senior," she said.

Well, it was just as well that I was so shy. Though I had just recently turned eighteen, I knew enough not to mess with girls under eighteen. I just nodded.

"Well," she said. "I'm Allison. Enjoy the party."

She did look a little like her mother, I thought to myself as she walked away. It was best to stick with girls my own age. Of course, girls my own age scared the hell out of me.

The sun beat down like a demon that day. I started to sweat early and one of the first things I did was put on suntan lotion. I rarely got out like that so my skin was pale.

The other kids left me alone. They horsed around, splashing and swimming all over. I sat alone.

At about noon Miss Miller emerged from the house with a tray of finger sandwiches and many big glasses of lemonade. Everyone gathered around. They all got a sandwich and a drink. I was last.

I took the last sandwich and one of the glasses of lemonade. Miss Miller said to me, "It's ninety three degrees already."

"Sure is hot," I replied. 

Miss Miller flipped her hair back over her shoulder. She was the sexiest woman I had ever met. Then she took a big drink of lemonade. I watched her. She was perspiring almost as much as I was. I watched a bead of sweat roll down her chest and disappear down her dress between her big breasts. I was mesmerized, wishing I were that bead of sweat. My cock started to harden in my trunks.

I quickly took a drink from my own glass when she stopped and looked at me. I didn't think she saw me staring at her. I glanced around my glass and hoped nobody else did either.

"Well, I'm going to take a shower to cool off," Miss Miller announced. I was the only one close enough to hear her. "Enjoy the party," she added.

I watched her turn and walk into the house. I noticed that she had a tattoo of a butterfly on the back of her right shoulder. In those days, tattoos on women were rare and it made her look that much sexier to me. My cock hardened more as I watched.

I stood there and ate my little sandwich and drank my lemonade. I was sweating from the heat and also from the thought of Miss Miller showering. I turned away from the pool so nobody could see my hard-on tenting the front of my trunks.

Then an urge came over me. I was young and foolish in those days, like most guys. I was shy around girls but I was very horny. I announced to nobody in particular that I had to use the bathroom, and proceeded into the house.

Trying to look casual to the kids around the pool, not that any of them paid me any mind, I opened and closed the sliding door very slowly as I entered the living room. I was trying to make as little noise as possible, without looking like that was what I was trying to do. As I got the door closed I heard the shower turn on upstairs. 

I quickly but lightly padded up the stairs toward the sound. If I were caught, my plan was to tell her that I had to pee and was looking for the bathroom. It was lame plan but it was all I could come up with.

The master bedroom door was wide open and I peeked inside. The adjoining bathroom light was on and that's where the sound of the water running in the shower was coming from. I had to take a look. I couldn't resist.

My heart was pounding in my chest as I snuck through the bedroom, my footfalls lost in the thick carpet. I reached the bathroom doorway and slowly peaked around the jam. I went very slowly so I could spot her before she spotted me, in case she was looking in my direction.

Then I saw her. She was standing with her back toward the door. She was beautiful. She had taken her dress off and was tossing it aside. 

She had a bikini top tan line across the middle of her bare back. I could just see the edge of her right tit from under her arm. It was pale and looked so smooth. Her waist was thin and her hips wide. I could clearly see tan lines across her hips and a large triangle of pale skin covering her ass. Her ass was round and firm.

My cock grew instantly hard in my trunks.

Then, she bent forward to adjust the water and I was greeted to a sight I had never seen before. Growing up in such a repressed household I did still manage to get a copy of Playboy. I would jerk off to it every night. But in all of those pages I never really got to see what a pussy looked like. Not without it being mostly hidden behind a mound of dark hair.

Well, I saw Miss Miller's pussy when she bent forward. I saw her asshole above and the slit of her pussy below. I didn't really understand what I was seeing; I just knew that I really wanted to understand it. It was a pink slit with thin brown lips hanging down ever so slightly below. There was also kinky blond hair framing the whole thing.

She stood up and stepped into the shower. I pulled myself back, knowing that she would turn around and spot me if I didn't. I heard her draw the shower curtain. I took that as my cue to leave. I was confounded by what I had just seen, but I yearned to see more.

I made my way back out to the pool, my cock deflating just as I got there. Nobody noticed me as I walked back to my chair next to my pile of clothing. I sat down and took a deep breath.

My heart was pounding after what I had just seen. It had been a big risk to sneak that peek but it had yielded great reward. I was so curious. Most of my friends already knew all this but with my upbringing I was way behind in my sexual education.

Half an hour later William found me. I was sitting alone in a chaise lounge watching everyone splash around. He was soaked.

"Hey, buddy. We're all going to head over to Jimmy's house," he said.

"Who's Jimmy?" I asked.

"He's Michelle's older brother, you don't know him," he told me.

Well, I didn't know Michelle either.

"Anyway, he's supposed to have beer and no parental supervision," he said with a smile.

"I don't know," I said.

"It'll be fun," he urged.

"No," I said. "Look, this isn't my sort of thing. Can you just drop me off at my house?"

"What? You live in the wrong direction," he complained.

"I'll take him home," Miss Miller said. 

She was standing behind my chaise. I had no idea how long she had been there. I had been looking out for her and I never saw her exit the house. She couldn't have heard William tell me about the beer, I figured, because she would have had something to say about that.

"Great," William said. "See you later."

I turned around and looked at Miss Miller. She was wearing her white and red polka dot dress again. My heart skipped a beat as she looked down into my eyes. "Thanks," I managed to say.

She smiled at me. She had a pretty smile. "Not a problem, I need to drive to Moss Bluff in a little while," she told me. 

That was south toward my trailer, which was really closer to Ragley than Longville. I couldn't believe my luck. I wanted to spend time with Miss Miller. She was so sexy I could barely stand it.

All of the kids left. Miss Miller told Allison to be careful and have a good time. Nobody mentioned the beer. I was sure Miss Miller would have put a stop to it if she had known. I wasn't going to mention it.

Miss Miller disappeared in the house without a word. I didn't even see her go as I had glanced away. I waited for a few minutes, the back yard empty but for me. I didn't know if she wanted me to follow her inside, or what. 

Then she re-appeared.

Miss Miller had changed into a bikini. She was a knockout. The bikini was all white strings but for four little triangles. Each triangle was dark yellow, decorated with white dots. Two of the triangles half-covered her tits, one covered her pussy, and the last one covered her ass.

I pulled my knees up as my cock tented my trunks once again. 

Miss Miller was deeply tanned all over but for the pale skin peeking out from behind her bikini. She walked up to me. Up close her tits looked huge and were totally natural. I hoped that my trunks were black enough, and my knees were up far enough, for her not to notice my hard cock. She casually told me, "I'm so hot. I'm going to take a dip before we go, if that's okay."

I swallowed hard and nodded.

She walked the three steps to the pool. I watched her ass sway as she approached the edge. Then she dove into the water.

I stared intently. She surfaced on the far side of the pool, her blond hair plastered to the back of her head. She swam to the far edge and held on for a second. Then she kicked off from the edge toward my side. She had perfect form.

Reaching the edge of the pool in front of me she climbed out, the water cascading down the curves of her sexy body. She walked back to me as I tried to avert my eyes. She pulled the chair to my left closer to my chaise and sat down. She was right there in arms reach. I could barely breathe.

"Mmm...," she moaned and tossed her wet hair behind her. "That feels so much better."

"Cool?" I asked. It was all I could say.

"Well, I'm still hot, but it's better. Aren't you the Carpenter's kid?" she asked me.

I nodded.

"Wow," she said, shaking her head. "So, were they really strict on you?"

I nodded again and said, "I have my own place now."

"Oh? So, you're on your own, eh?"

I nodded. My cock was so hard that I could hardly think. She was beautiful.

"Did they let you date?" she asked.

I nodded. "Chaperoned," I clarified.

"You ever sneak out with a girl?" she asked with a smirk.

I shook my head. "No chance for that."

She cocked her head to the side and looked at me. Then she asked, "So, have you ever kissed a girl?"

I nodded. "Goodnight kisses."

She smiled and then she looked around. "Now, where did I put that towel?" she asked. I hadn't seen any towel. She reached to her right and found nothing. Then she reached to her left, across my body. She tapped my thighs with her forearm.

My legs dropped and my hard cock became evident as it tented by trunks obscenely. Miss Miller gasped. "Oh my," she said.

I dropped my hands to my crotch to try to cover my cock. I pulled my knees up again. "Sorry," I said.

"Did I cause that?" she asked, surprised. 

I nodded my head. 

She smiled and said, "I didn't think you'd be interested in an old woman like me." She was thirty-two.

I barely managed to say, "You're really pretty."

"Really?" she asked.

I nodded. That was all I could do.

"Well," she said. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to turn you on so much with this bikini and all. Hmm," she thought. "I guess the least I could do is relieve your issue, don't you think? I caused it after all."

I was stunned. I froze, except for my cock, which throbbed even harder.

Miss Miller then reached for my trunks and without a moment's hesitation she pulled them up my bent legs. My cock was free. She instantly reached down and wrapped her fingers around the shaft.

"Oh, God," I sighed. The situation had turned around in the last five seconds, much for the better. Miss Miller wasn't giving me a chance to be scared and pull away. She had taken control.

"Have you ever had a girl touch your cock before?" she asked as she gently stroked my dick. She had a very light touch.

I shook my head.

She gripped my prick harder and began stroking me. I dropped my legs, my trunks still at mid-thigh. I watched as her fist bunched the skin at the bottom and then stretched the skin at the top. She knew what she was doing.

My head swam with pleasure. It was a strange sensation to have someone else touching my prick. I loved it.

"So, have you ever french-kissed a girl?" she asked casually.

I shook my head. The pleasure from her hand was greater than anything I could do myself. I couldn't speak.

Miss Miller leaned forward. She had lots of freckles. I found that sexy. She kissed me. Then she lifted her head and looked at me, still stroking my cock. She said, "Open your mouth and let my tongue in."

Then she kissed me again and this time I let her do what she wanted to. She pressed her tongue into my mouth. It was so strange to me, that first time. I was transported to a different world; a world consisting completely of our mouths, her hand, and my cock.

After a moment, I began stroking her tongue with mine. Then she slowly pulled her tongue back. I chased it. Then I was inside her mouth. A light had come on and I realized what this was all about. I pressed my tongue deep into her mouth, stroking her tongue and her teeth. I could feel her hand stroking my cock faster and faster.

Miss Miller pulled up and broke the kiss. She looked down at me and smiled. "You're a fast learner," she said.

I smiled at that. I was very motivated to learn as much as I could.

She stroked my cock steadily with her fist. She glanced at her hand and then looked into my eyes. She asked, "So, does this feel good enough?"

I nodded. It felt like heaven.

"Well, this might feel better," she said. And with that, she did the most amazing thing to me. She dropped her head to my lap and kissed and licked the head of my cock.

I felt her tongue flit against underside of my prick. Every lick sent a jolt of pleasure directly into my brain. Then I felt her hot wet mouth envelop the head of my cock and begin to push down. She was sucking my dick up into her mouth. "Whoa," I gasped. 

My cock was of average size and Miss Miller was able to press her face lower and lower until almost my entire prick was in her mouth. She gripped me tightly between her lips. Then she began slowly stroking her lips up and down my cock. Her hands roamed across my chest and down my legs. 

"Oh my god, that feels so good Miss Miller," I moaned, overcome with such gratitude I was finally able to speak. I was swept away by the pleasure of her mouth. I didn't care about anything else in the world except that feeling.

She stroked my cock steadily with her lips. I felt her tongue swirl around the head on each upstroke. I felt the back of her throat tap the head on each downstroke. The sound of her slurping mouth was so sexy to me.

I started breathing heavy, moaning in pleasure. I watched her intently, memorizing every second. I watched her lips travel up and down my shaft; it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. 

Miss Miller's mouth was warm and wet around my dick. Her tongue played across the sensitive skin on each stroke inside her mouth. Her blond hair, which cascaded down around her face, gently bobbed and rocked as she gave me my very first blowjob.

"I'm going to do it," I told her, feeling the sensations that told me I was getting close. I didn't want to accidentally come in her mouth. I assumed that would have grossed her out.

"Mmm hmm," she moaned around my cock.

I was shocked. Surely she didn't want me to come in her mouth. That thought was pushed aside when she cupped my balls in her warm left hand and kneaded them gently. My thighs and balls started tingling. I was coming.




August Rain



Cum raced up my shaft and blasted into Miss Miller's mouth. She pulled her head up until only the head of my cock remained between her lips. She pumped my prick with her fist, helping me fill her mouth with my cum.

I watched in awe as she swallowed load after load of cum down her throat. It had never occurred to me that a woman would ever want do that to me. I moaned in pleasure.

It was so strange to not have a mess to clean up after I came. I always had to account for that. Instead, Miss Miller sucked every last drop and left my deflating cock completely clean.

"That was amazing," I gasped. I was breathing heavy but my head was clearing.

"Feel better?" she asked with a smile. Her mouth was completely clean of any trace of my cum.

"Much better Miss Miller," I said.

"Call me Beth," she replied with a chuckle.

"Beth?" I asked.

"That's my name," she said with a smile.

"Okay, Beth," I said. It felt a little awkward.

"Well, now I'm all worked up," she complained.

"Worked up?" I asked. 

"Oh, you poor thing. You have been so sheltered by your parents," she sympathized. "I'm really turned on, sweetie. I need to come. Will you help me?"

I was stunned. It may sound strange but until that time I was not aware that women had the same needs as men. The sexual revolution of the sixties had completely passed my parents by and, she was right, I had been very sheltered. If her orgasm were to feel anything like what I had just experienced I wanted to give that to her more than anything in the world. Of course, I had no idea how to go about doing that, but I was ready to do whatever she needed. I nodded.

"Don't look so scared," she said. "I'll give you a crash course on everything you need to know, okay?"

I nodded again, my cock beginning to rise in anticipation. I was young and recovered very quickly. I sat up.

"The first rule is that every woman is different," she told me. "Everything else I'm going to teach you will help, but you have to always remember that first rule."

I nodded as it started to rain. I pulled my trunks up as we both scrambled to our feet. Though the day was hot, the rain on our skin stung and was too cold for comfort.

"Come on," she told me.

We moved to a covered spot in the back yard. A large awning covered a concrete area. The area had various potted plants around it and a large solid oak chaise lounge in the center. However this was no ordinary chaise lounge. The chaise was well cushioned. It was four feet wide and eight feet long; big enough to hold two people comfortably. It was reclined flat with a pillow at the top to support your head. With it laid down like that it was more like a bed than a chaise.

She sat down at the foot of the chaise as the rain started to really come down. She said, "The radio said that a storm front was coming in. I didn't expect it so early."

The sky grew dark as the rain fell. A cool breeze blew in that was quite a relief from the heat of the day. Beth was soaked from her swim as well as the rain. As I stood there looking down at her I couldn't help but stare at her big breasts, her sweat and the rain mixing together on her skin. What moisture that didn't trickle down into the valley between those tits clung tenaciously to the firm flesh.

"Would you like to touch them?" she asked.

My eyes went wide in shock. She had noticed that I was staring. Then I nodded.

"Come sit down next to me," she said.

I sat down beside her and she seemed so untouchable. She has offered to let me touch her tits, but I had no idea how to proceed. I was so nervous.

She turned to me and asked softly, "Can you see how hard my nipples are?"

I nodded. Her nipples dented the thin material of the bikini top. From my issue of Playboy in my room, I knew a lot about how breasts looked. I didn't know much else, but breasts I knew.

Beth reached up behind her head and untied her bikini top as I watched, her tits stretching with her movements. My mouth was dry as she slowly pulled her top down revealing to me my first pair of naked breasts I'd ever seen in real life. Her bikini tan lines ran down from her shoulders and a triangle of very pale skin covered her nipples and the undersides of her breasts. I grabbed them in my hands.

"Gently," she said.

I flinched. I was embarrassed I had done that. I softened my grip.

"Okay, I need to teach you these things. Sorry. I forgot. Caress my tits gently with your hands," she told me.

I did as instructed, stroking her firm full tits with my fingers. The skin was softer than I had imagined it would be. I ran my fingers lightly over her skin and gingerly touched her nipples. I cupped her big breasts in my hands feeling how heavy they were.

"Now, gently lick and suck on my nipples," she instructed softly. "You can also gently roll my nipples between your fingers."

I was more than eager to do this. I leaned in and licked at her nipples before sucking, gently at first and then more strongly. I could taste the salt of her sweat mixed with the clean rain water and a trace of chlorine from the pool.

"Yes," she sighed. "That's it. Now, very gently, graze your teeth against them."

I was hesitant to do this but I did as instructed. As lightly as possible I scraped my teeth against her tender nipples. I did this a couple of times before returning to sucking and licking at her tits. My cock was as hard as a rock inside my trunks.

"Mmm, that feels wonderful," she whispered to me. "You're a natural."

I caressed the smooth pale flesh of her tits as I sucked and licked at her nipples. I rolled them between my fingers. I nibbled at them with my teeth.

"Okay," Beth finally said. "You sit right there and I'm going to show you something you've never seen before."

I reluctantly released her tits as she stood up. Without thinking I let one hand fall to my crotch and stroke my cock through my trunks. It was so hard.

Beth slowly stood up in front of me as the rain fell harder just a few feet from us, distant thunder rumbling in the background. Her tits looked even bigger from underneath. I looked up into her eyes and she smiled. 

I watched her hands fall to her hips. She hooked her fingers into the sides of her bikini bottoms and very slowly pushed down. As the material fell lower, I saw blond pubic hair emerge into view, just as in the Playboy. Women didn't shave their pussy at all in those days. She continued to push her bikini down revealing the bottom of her pussy as it sloped away between her thighs. Through the forest of downy blond hair I could make out her slit, again just like in my Playboy.

Then she did something that they didn't do in my magazine. Just as she had done in the bathroom, she turned around and bent down, but this time her ass was two feet from my face. She pushed her bikini to her ankles, bending low. Her ass was pale, the sun never reaching the seat of her bikini. I followed the trail of pale skin with my eyes down the crack of her ass. I could see her dark asshole, winking at me. Below that, as she bent low, I saw her pussy. I could clearly see the pink slit surrounded by blond pubic hair and again I found it fascinating. Then, again, too quickly for me to begin to make sense of it, she stood up and kicked off her bikini bottoms.

"Do you like what you see?" she asked as she turned around.

I could only nod in agreement.

Completely naked, Beth slowly climbed past me into the chaise and laid back, her head on the pillow. Then she did something I had definitely not seen in any Playboy magazine; she slowly spread her legs. My eyes were glued to her pussy. I could clearly see everything. It was so unlike anything I had ever seen before.

"Come closer," she said. "Lay down between my legs."

Gladly, I thought. At eight feet long, the chaise was long enough for her to lie on and leave room for me to lie between her legs. I lay down between her spread and lifted thighs. I could smell an aroma from her cunt I had never smelled before. It overwhelmed my senses.

Beth reached down and spread her pussy open a little with her fingers. "See this little red bud right here?" she asked rhetorically, stroking her finger across the top of her pussy. "That's my clit," she told me breathlessly. "Please lick it. It will take a little while for me to come, but please don't stop until I tell you to, okay?"

I nodded, very eager to please her and to learn everything I could. This was more sexual education in ten minutes than I had gotten in the prior eighteen years. I didn't know what it was going to be like when she came, but I couldn't wait to find out.

I crept forward some more and reached out with my tongue. With her fingers still spreading her pussy, I licked at her clit. While the area around her clit was soft, the clit itself was firm and slick beneath my tongue, making it easier to identify. I licked at it for a moment before I had to back up. The aroma was too strong for me. I gagged and coughed.

"It's an acquired taste for some," Beth said sympathetically. "Here's a trick. Press you face firmly to my pussy."

I scooted forward more and, as instructed, pressed my face against her pussy as she pulled her hands away. I wrapped my lips around the top of her slit, pressing my tongue between the folds. I swirled my tongue against her pussy-flesh until I found the little nub of her clit. She was right; the aroma was much less, my nose up in her blond pubic hair and my cheeks and chin blocking the source of the scent.

"Oh, yes," she hissed. "Lick it just like that."

I rolled my eyes up and looked into Beth's eyes as I licked her clit. She smiled at me and rolled her nipples between her fingers. I used my hands to hold onto her hips.

Beth's sighs of pleasure mixed with the sound of the rainfall as I licked her clit. I swirled it, sliding my tongue round and round the little bud. I then took it between my lips and sucked on it, first gently and then harder. I let my instincts take over.

"Softly," she scolded me. "You're a natural at this but you have to remember to be very gentle."

"Sorry," I said, before pressing my face back down and trying again.

"That's okay," she breathed. "You're doing very good."

I liked to hear that. I wanted to please her so much. I resumed licking her clit, remembering to be gentler. I lapped at it with a slow gentle motion.

"That's a good boy," she cooed, "lick that clit softly."

The rain fell harder around us, the thunder rumbling again, nearer this time. I licked and licked at her clit. My saliva ran out of my mouth and down across her pussy, but I didn't care.

"Look at me," Beth whispered. "Watch me as you eat me. Use my reactions to see if you are doing it right."

I rolled my eyes up and watched her as I licked her clit. She closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure. I swirled my tongue around her clit and she gasped. I very gently put my lips around her clit. I sucked softly with my mouth as I flicked it with my tongue.

"Oh God," Beth whined. "Do that. Don't stop."

I heard her moan as her head thrashed back and forth on the pillow. She breathed heavily as she began to buck her hips up against my face. I held fast to her pussy. I noticed that my cock had deflated a little as I concentrated completely on working on her pussy.

"Yes," she groaned. "I'm gonna come."

I didn't stop and I didn't change what I was doing. It was working. Then she began shouting and gasping. I had never heard anything like it. It was like she had lost control of herself for a moment. I kept licking.

"Okay," she finally gasped. "Stop for a second." 

She breathed heavily trying to catch her breath as the rain fell loudly all around us. I pulled my head up from between her thighs and looked at her. "Did I do something wrong?" I asked.

She looked at me, her eyes wide. Then she said, "No, Peter, that was perfect. I came so good. Thank you."

I smiled at her. I was so proud of myself. I had made my first woman come; something I had been unaware was even possible until a few minutes earlier.

"Now I'm going to teach you a secret that will make you very popular," she said, still breathing heavy and rolling her nipples between her fingers. "See the opening at the bottom of my slit?"

I nodded.

"I want you to put your index finger inside me and stroke it in and out," she instructed.

I did as I was bid. I slowly and deliberately slipped my index finger inside of her pussy. I was surprised to discover how warm and wet she was in there. I was fascinated at the way her cunt gripped my finger, wishing it were my cock, which grew hard again. I gently pulled the digit out and put it back in a few times.

"You don't have to be as gentle as on my clit," she told me. "Now, with your palm up I want you to bend your finger up like you are asking me to join you."

I bent my finger up inside her, pressing firmly against the front wall of her cunt, and rubbed it back and forth. The rain fell all around us, lightning flashing a few miles away. The thunder rolled in as I rubbed inside her cunt with my finger.

"Oh, God, that's it, keep rubbing that spot. Press hard," she urged.

I pressed hard up against the front wall of her pussy, at the spot she wanted me to. The interior of her fuck-hole was so soft and warm and wet. With my other hand I rubbed my hard cock through my trunks.

"Oh, shit, that feels good," she hissed, rolling her nipples and twitching her hips.

I continued to rub that one spot in her pussy, back and forth, side to side. I memorized the spot because she was soon gasping and bucking in ecstasy. A cool wind washed across our bodies as the rain pooled in many small puddles around the back yard. 

"I'm coming," she cried out.

Her orgasm overtook her much faster than it had when I had been licking her clit. She moaned and groaned with pleasure. Then her cunt became extremely wet. So much so that it flowed down her ass. I was amazed but didn't really understanding what I was seeing.

She looked down her body at me and said, "Fuck me, Peter!"

She didn't have to tell me twice. I stood up and dropped my trunks to the ground. My hard cock sprang free and I climbed back onto the chaise, kneeling down between Beth's widely spread thighs. I took my cock in my right hand and aimed it at her cunt.

Beth reached down and took the end of my prick between her fingers. She placed the head at the entrance to her fuck-hole. Lightning flashed close by, the thunder loud as it rolled, filling my ears.

This was the moment I had waited for. Though I wanted to savor it, I couldn't. I thrust my hips forward as if I had no control over them, sinking my cock fully into her pussy in one smooth stroke. I didn't stop until my balls nestled against the crack of her ass.

"See how wet I am for you," she whispered to me. "You did that by rubbing my G-spot until I came all over your fucking finger."

Her words barely registered with me. My cock was inside her. I thought I knew what to expect, but I had been unprepared for the warmth. It was like sticking my cock inside of an oven, her pussy was so hot. This was so unfamiliar to me I almost came at that moment. The other surprise was how all encompassing the feeling of her pussy was. All of her pussy rubbed all of my cock. Her cunt gripped my prick firmly but not too tightly.

When I regained my senses I looked down into her eyes and she said, "Now, stroke me nice and slow with your prick."

I looked down and watched as I pulled my cock out of her pussy and then gently pressed it back in. She was so wet that I met little resistance as I sawed in and out of her. The lighting crackled and thundered all around us, but I paid it no mind. I was fucking my first pussy and it was wonderful.

"Mmm, how does that feels?" she moaned. "You like that pussy?"

I gave her an evil little grin. Though I had imagined this moment for many years, it was so much better than I had thought it would be. I stroked my cock in and out of her wet cunt, loving the feel of her pussy lips gripping the sides of my shaft.

"If you start to feel like your going to come, tell me," she instructed.

I nodded. Though I had almost come from the warmth, I was okay. Her earlier blowjob had really done the trick. I knew I could last for a little while.

"Faster," she urged. "Slap your hips down against me. Drive your cock deep into me. I can take it."

I was being too gentle, so I started fucking harder and harder into her. Loving the added friction, I pounded my prick deep into her cunt over and over. The thunder rolled all around but the sound of my hips slapping down against Beth was louder.

"Yea, that's it," she gasped. "Fuck me."

I could smell her fuck juices as I stroked her cunt with my cock. It mixed with the smell of the rain to create an intoxicating perfume that filled my lungs as I gasped for breath. I was in heaven.

"That's a good boy," she groaned. "Fuck that pussy."

I slapped my hips down against her, her big tits jiggling and rocking with each blow. My balls slapped against her ass again and again. I felt the familiar tingle begin in my balls. "I feel it starting," I told her.

Beth wrapped her legs around my waist, pulled me tight against her, and said, "Stop."

I let my cock soak deep inside her pussy. For a moment I thought I was going to come, but we both held still and the feeling began to abate. I sighed in relief because I really wanted this to last a long time.

"Wait a little bit longer than you think you need to," she told me as she spread her legs wide again.

I lay on top of her and waited a little bit until my cock felt comfortable but still hard. I stroked her a couple times and found that she had been right. I could go for a while longer now.

Beth smiled up at me. "You're a fucking natural, Pete. Now fuck me hard until I come of your big hard cock."

I rose up on my arms and jack hammered my hips against her as fast as I could, slapping her hips loudly. I looked down at the pleasure on her face as she closed her eyes and felt my cock deep inside of her. I watched her tits jiggle as I fucked her hard, jolting her body on each stroke.

"Fuck it," Beth grunted through a grimace of pleasure. Her fingers scratched at my hips, urging me on.

I jammed my prick into her slick cunt over and over. The lightning struck close, rumbling loudly in my ears. If it killed me now, I'd die happy, I thought.

"Yes, right there. Fuck me," Beth cried.

I fucked her with all my strength. The breeze from the storm did little to cool me down as I broke out into a sweat. I breathed deep as I rammed my prick hard in and out of her clinging soft wet pussy.

"I'm coming," Beth gasped and moaned.

I could feel her cunt writhe and ripple around my fucking cock as her orgasm swept over her. I watched her face as she came. It was beautiful.

"Yes," she hissed, her orgasm peaking.

I rammed my dick deep into her and held it deep. I felt my balls tingling and I tried to stop it. But her cunt had clamped tight around my cock and was rippling and stimulating me until I couldn't hold back any longer.

Feeling my cock expand inside her, Beth said, "Come inside me, Peter."

The cum raced up my shaft and blasted deep inside her cunt. I gasped and shuddered, my orgasm tingling my balls, thighs, and stomach. It felt so good to cum deep into a woman. I had never imagined it could feel so good.

"That's a good boy. Give me your cum," Beth cooed as I pouring myself into her, filling her with every last drop.

Distant thunder rolled through the neighborhood as I collapsed atop her soft body. She stroked my hair as I lay there, her big tits against my shoulders. I didn't move, savoring the feeling of my cock inside of her, until I began to deflate.

I rose up and she looked at me. She lifted her head and kissed me tenderly on the lips as the rain stopped. Then she said, "That was wonderful, Peter. You are definitely a man now."




August Rain



A man? Yep. I had learned so much on that hot summer day in 1978. It was a long time ago but I remember everything as if it were yesterday. And those lessons? They served me very well from that day on.

I was a man at eighteen.