7 comments/ 41556 views/ 5 favorites Bedroom Eyes By: Many Feathers Like the North Star in a heaven full of stars, she had stood out amongst the throng of still attractive sensually swaying women. He had gone to the concert with friends, hopes of merely enjoying the music, sharing a few laughs, and perhaps enjoying some scantily clad eye-candy while there his only expectation. Until he saw her, the longhaired blonde with "bedroom eyes". "Where are you going?" Brad's best friend Pete asked him curiously. Then nodded his head in understanding as he followed Brad's trance-like gaze out across the mezzanine where they had all gone during intermission for a quick bite and a chance to pee. Brad heard his friends knowing laugh like a distant memory, "Good luck buddy," he'd heard through the fog, mocking him, challenging him like there was "no fucking way" he was going to get anywhere near this gorgeous looking creature. And maybe Pete was right. Maybe he really did have no chance in hell, but as beautiful a vision as she was, the girl with "bedroom eyes," Brad thought to himself smiling, he would never forgive himself if he didn't at least speak to her. Even if she ignored him, which was likely, he had to at least let her be aware that she was indeed his North Star. She stood chatting with friends, "girl-friends" he mused to himself thankfully, half expecting some six-foot plus jock to suddenly come up and stand next to her. As though somehow aware of his approach, she turned slightly spotting him as he continued on towards her. She seemed both surprised, yet curious when it quickly became obvious to her that she was indeed his reason for his bold move. And bold it was, for he was nervous beyond reason, though his resolve to control it, not let her see his nervousness show through was his only hope to crack that initial awkward barrier in meeting. "Hi," he said confidently as he drew close enough that his intent had been indeed to introduce himself to her. This vision standing before him turned to her friends without answering however, purposely ignoring him though she did smile, and seemed to actually blush with the unexpected attention. Brad could either tuck his tail between his legs and slink off in defeat, or go down in flames with what he expected as a polite, but obvious brush off. Or... He spoke to her again, ignoring the intended look-away. "You have the most amazingly beautiful eyes I have ever seen. I had to at least come and tell you that." Now he began to turn away from her, at least he'd said what he'd come over to say. And if nothing else, she would go home knowing that someone had commented on them to her, had truly appreciated her beauty, and not just her body as she was indeed well endowed. But he had made a point of not gazing at her chest in his approach, though even then she might not have known that. But when he'd spoken to her, he had indeed spoken to her face, not her obvious attributes like many men might have done. She could have ignored him. She could have continued speaking to her friends as though he wasn't even there, laughing with them afterwards perhaps. He had in fact noticed the bemused smiles on the other women's faces, one openly surprised at his boldness as he'd spoken, half expecting either one to toss out some comment his way about being bothered or something. Neither one did. "Thank you," she'd said almost too softly, catching him in his turn. He stopped, pivoting on his feet as gracefully as a cat. He could only offer her a smile, see where it led. She smiled back. "Autumn?" One of her girlfriends prodded. "You still want to go and get that drink?" she'd offered giving Autumn a chance as well as an excuse to politely and discreetly walk away. "You guys go ahead, I'll catch you up in a minute," she'd told them without even looking their way, still smiling at Brad in tentative acceptance of further conversation. Once again Brad caught the carefully thrown looks his way out of the corner of his eye, though he never wavered in looking directly at the vision of perfection standing before him. One was of envy perhaps, even jealousy. The other of concern, a protective reflex at being overly cautious by the woman who Brad now guessed had to be Autumn's best friend. "A very interesting name for a girl with interesting eyes," he now added, seeing her smile widen even more appreciatively, her beautiful smile, sparkling white teeth merely heightening her perfection. "And you are?" she now asked him pointedly extending her hand in her own bold little move. "Since you already know my name," she finished. "Brad," he said simply accepting her handshake. "Brad..." she drew out pausing, waiting for a last name. "Brad who had to meet you," he grinned boyishly now. "Interesting last name," she giggled back finally withdrawing her hand. "Interesting woman," he tossed back smiling at her. "Hungry?" "What?" she said somewhat taken off her guard, tossing a quick look over towards her friends who now stood in line waiting to purchase their drinks, perhaps something to munch on. They were still looking towards her, prepared to lose their place in line if necessary and come to her rescue. "Oh, I think Debbie and Sandra are getting it," she replied offhandedly, almost apologetically that they were. "Not here," Brad spoke hopefully. "I was hoping, perhaps after the concert you might join me for dinner, I know a really nice place," expecting the sudden turn down when it came. "I don't know, I came with friends," Autumn stammered suddenly as though forgetting he already knew that, then blushed realizing how lame that really did sound. "And besides, we just met. I don't even know who you are!" she added a little more assuredly allowing logic to win out over some wild notion of actually accepting the invitation. "What better way to get to know one another than over dinner," Brad countered, then added before Autumn could respond with another excuse for turning him down, by giving her an easy out, and a way to reconsider without feeling put on the spot to make a decision about it. "Tell you what," he said, "I'll give you my phone number. Then, after you've had a chance to think about it, and if you'd like to go, call me. We'll set up an evening and I'll take you out. How's that sound?" "Ok," she said surprising herself just by her own tone of voice. But he'd accomplished what he'd hoped for at least. Maybe she wouldn't call, maybe after she'd seriously considered it she'd decide she'd been "too caught up in the moment" or worse...her six-foot plus jock boyfriend's face would suddenly remind her she wasn't really available after all. "Well, enjoy the rest of the concert then," he told her finally beginning to turn away once again, but not before he tossed her one last smile, and one last hopefully memorable comment. "You truly do have gorgeous eyes, and I hope to see them again." With that, he completed the turn walking away, hoping against all odds that she wouldn't merely toss the phone number he had written down for her and never call him. Which is just exactly what he'd begun to think she'd done when three days later, she called. # "I don't normally do something like this," she'd told him. "I know," he'd replied matter of factly. "But I'd hoped that this time at least, you would." They'd set the date for the next day, Saturday. He'd asked her what her favorite food was, she'd told him, "Mexican, and the spicier, the better!" With that he'd asked her one last thing, and that was simply to trust him. She was hesitant at first, but then she assured him that she would. On Saturday, he picked her up in of all things, a limousine, which he had hired for the evening. Once again, she was nervous...hesitant when she saw the limo waiting out front of her apartment, but the way he was dressed had assured her that she was neither under-dressed, nor over dressed for that matter either. She had worn a simple but delicate white-laced blouse with a sexy camisole beneath it. It neither highlighted her more than ample breasts, but didn't make any attempt at hiding her endowments either. A new pair of simple faded jeans set off the casual, not casual affect, and she smiled as Brad looked at her appreciatively. "You really are beautiful," he told her once again. Autumn, thanked him, and then allowed their Chauffer to open her door for her as she slid into the back seat of the limo. Moments later they were on the road. "So? Where're we going?" Brad smiled. "You'll see. And remember...you promised you'd trust me," he stated. That made her a little nervous, again. But she relaxed as he poured them both a glass of sparkling champagne to sit and sip together as they drove along. Before too long however, Brad produced what appeared to be one of those satin sleeping masks. "What's that for?" she questioned curiously. "This is where the trust part really comes in," he informed her. "And what you need to know is this Autumn, you are in charge here. And I want you to know that. At any time you want to be driven home, you will be. That is my word and promise on it to you. Ok?" The champagne had certainly relaxed her, otherwise little alarm bells might have warned her to tell Brad to turn the car around right then. But now she really was intrigued by all the mystery, and having his assurance that she was indeed in control, she allowed him to slip the mask on over her eyes. "Don't worry, we're almost there, but I'll tell you when you can take the mask off," he informed her. "So not until then," he smiled, allowing the tone of his voice to also smile so she could hear it and accept his assurances once again. Moments later she heard the crunch of the tires on gravel, then the limo slowed coming to a stop. Seconds later, the sound of the door opening, closest to Brad's side of the car. He stepped out first, taking her hand. "I'll guide you, don't worry, I won't let you trip over anything," he said leading her away from the vehicle and up what appeared to be some sort of circular walkway. The coolness of the air told her that they had climbed in altitude, but beyond that, she really had no clue as to where they were. He opened a door leading her inside, then down what appeared to be a hallway into a set of elevators. Moments later after what appeared to be a lengthy climb, the doors opened and Brad once again led her out down another short hallway. Again, the sound of another door opening, then he led her into the room. Autumn felt a fresh breeze caress her face as he finally stopped her, reaching behind her now and begin his removal of her mask. "Surprise!" he stated hopefully. And Autumn was surprised, as well as a little fearful. The room was magnificent, a suite actually. Ahead of her, out on the balcony stood a perfectly set table for two. Already lit candles, a bottle of wine along with a steward as well as a serving host who stood there in greeting. "I wasn't quite expecting this," she stated by way of curiosity, though indeed pleasantly surprised as well as impressed. The fact he had actually rented a room however did concern her to some extent, but she remembered his promise, and thus relaxed, taking her proffered seat as their host held her chair out for her to sit down. She had also noticed upon taking a quick glance about the sitting room, (and thankfully no bed being in sight) that the room itself was filled with several dozen beautifully formed red roses in differing displays all about the room, along with a single white rose that lay delicately across her dinner plate. "This...is really nice," she admitted admiring the rose, smelling it, and taking in the incredible view of the sparkling night stars above, as well as the ambiance of the silhouetted mountain peaks just across the way. "It really is beautiful up here," she added, "I've always wanted to come up here and stay for the weekend myself." Brad smiled. "And that Autumn, is exactly what you can do if you want to. The room is yours for the weekend. Every need, desire or want has been taken care of. A masseuse stands ready to come up and give you a massage if you should desire one. As well as a manicurist. And yes, Autumn, I have a room next to this one," he informed her alleviating any concerns she might have had. "So...its up to you if you decide to stay or not. But either way, lets begin with dinner here shall we?" He had ordered and had had prepared one of her favorites. Very spicy, delicious tasting Chile Verde. She had enjoyed her dinner with him as they sat casually consuming it along with the wine until they had both had their fill. "Can you excuse me for a moment?" she asked. Brad smiled. "It's off to your right through the bedroom," he informed her knowingly. Autumn easily found her way, but stopped upon entering the bedroom itself. Here again the room was filled with a wide variety of flowered displays, including Daffodils, situated so much so about the enormous bedroom that it reminded her of a meadow, not unlike those actually nearby. But even more interesting, was the appearance of a good-sized Jacuzzi near the bed, and laid out beside it what appeared to be a newly purchased two-piece swimsuit with a card attached. Autumn bent over retrieving the card and read: "For later if you're interested, if you'd like me to join you I thought you might appreciate the suit. If not...it's yours to keep anyway." He'd drawn a simple smiley face, and signed it, "Brad". Autumn grinned widely, then entered the enormous bathroom. # Brad watched as she emerged back into the main sitting room a short while later. She was wearing one of the two fluffy white bathrobes she'd found hanging behind the door in the bathroom. He smiled, standing as she approached. Autumn hadn't tied the robe closed, so it parted as she walked towards him. Brad smiled even wider than he had been as she was wearing the bright red bikini he had purchased for her. "You like?" she asked, smiling more with her gorgeous eyes than with her full sensual lips actually. Autumn allowed the robe to fall away from her shoulders, giving him an even fuller view before closing the distance between them, stepping near him, then giving him a quick, but thankful kiss. Though Autumn stepped back, she didn't step back so as to make her self unavailable, certainly, unreachable. Brad had maintained a light, but firm grasp of her shoulders, now...drawing her back in towards him. She knew what was coming, welcomed it...and as his lips met hers far more fully than the briefest of touches moments ago, she allowed herself to absorb the moisture of his kiss, his lips pressing against hers urgently, needfully. Brad allowed his hands and fingers to wander towards her back, lightly caressing the bareness of her flesh. He felt her shudder beneath his welcomed touch, her kiss becoming suddenly deeper, even more passionate if that were possible. Finally, though it had seemed like eons, they broke apart, each one of them now stepping back, creating a buffered distance between them. "I guess you do like the way I look in this then?" she asked teasingly, not expecting any more of an answer than the one she'd already received from his appreciative look. "I guess the only thing I'd like to know, is if that's an invitation to join you in the Jacuzzi, or if you're planning on soaking in it alone," he questioned hopefully. By way of an answer, Autumn turned leaving her now discarded robe to lie on the floor between them. She hadn't answered his question verbally, already walking towards the doorway. But as she did, he saw her reaching up from behind, undoing the clasp on the halter top covering her magnificent breasts. Stunned, still unsure of her intention or answer for that matter, she now paused in the doorway, turning back towards him and smiled. Though the top had come undone, she held it against her breasts, still covered. "Well? You coming or are you just going to stand there with that silly grin on your face?" She asked, and then disappeared into the room. Brad retrieved the discarded bathrobe, blew out a soft silent breath, and then followed her. # By the time Brad had entered the room, Autumn had already stepped down into the Jacuzzi, the bright red bikini top carelessly tossed atop the sideboard. She was giggling, and as she did so, lifted a handful of floating daisies that covered the surface of the water like a comforting protective blanket. Brad admired the gentle slope of one slightly exposed breast as she lifted her arm before lowering it, setting the daisy tops back into the water as gently as she had lifted them out. "They're beautiful!" she expressed once again, and once again parting them with a gentle sweep of her hand as they chased one another across the surface. "As are you," he said standing beside her now, looking down at her still covered form as she extended herself a little more deeply beneath the carpeted display. "Thank you," she smiled once again, and then scooted over slightly, an obvious invitation without having said so. "I left my suit inside my room," he explained, prepared to leave in order to put it on. There was only a brief hesitation. "If you turn down the lights," she said without continuing. Brad quickly lit several readied candles, the soft glow just barely enough to see by once he'd extinguished the brighter lights of the room. Even then, he stood, facing away from her as he quickly disrobed, tossing his clothing in a nearby chair before returning. He noticed as he did that Autumn had indeed been looking, but caught her briefly as she demurely turned her head looking away as he eased himself down into the water beside her. Still careful to maintain the briefest of distance between them, Brad scooped up one of the daisies placing it gingerly within her hair. He followed that with another simple brief kiss, which she returned. As the controls were on his side, he turned them to the lowest setting, the water churned disturbing slightly the slumbering flowers that covered the surface. Now however, they seemed to play amongst one another as though playing tag, chasing one another around the surface as Autumn sat mesmerized by the sensual game they played together. He felt the softness of her upper thigh briefly come into contact with his own, it seemed to linger there briefly until she herself realized the unintended touch, thus moving away. Too dark to see her blushing, somehow he knew that she was however. "If you're uncomfortable, I can still get out and go put my suit on," he offered. Once again, she failed to answer him with words, though she disturbed the playful flowers even more so with her own sudden movement beneath the water. Much to his surprise, she extended her arm, clasped within her hand were the bikini bottoms, which she now tossed over by the top she'd discarded earlier. "Obviously, I'm not uncomfortable," she told him coquettishly, then rose, sitting up from the water slightly just so the upper slopes of her breasts revealed themselves to Brad's feasting eyes. Petals from the daisies now floated freely, many having adhered themselves, singularly and in pairs, like sprinkles on an ice-cream cone, decorating her soft alluring breasts invitingly so. So much so, Brad leaned allowing his tongue to swipe away one of the errant petals that had clung so erotically to her now very exposed, very erect nipple. The touch of his tongue upon her caused her to both laugh as well as shudder involuntarily. But Brad took that as a positive sign, allowing his tongue to linger now upon the naked surface of that erect tasty morsel of flesh. When he felt her hand at the back of his head, he sighed contentedly, now drawing it further between his lips, sucking it softly...gently. Autumn moaned contentedly at the pleasure, dropping her hand from the back of his head without thinking. Brad felt it as she innocently brushed his erection, anticipating when she did a quick reflex, moving her hand away from him. The reaction he received however was even more unexpected than that. She did in fact move her hand, but she moved it, clasping him firmly within her soft hands exploringly. Bedroom Eyes One of Kristen's former paramours was prone to saying it best. Kristen Deluna had "bedroom eyes". She could seduce someone just by looking at them. If Kristen was interested in you, you were going to succumb. It was as simple as that. Not that there was anything wrong with the rest of Kristen. Her eyes were azure blue and beguiling, yet the rest of her measured up just as nicely. Back in the "old days", Kristen would have been referred to as a bombshell. To start with, there was the matter of Kristen's body. She was a sensational, leggy, tanned blonde with hair so blonde and fair, it appeared to be bleached. It wasn't bleached chemically; Kristen was a fan of the sun. She knew it could be dangerous, but the one flaw in her otherwise-perfect persona was her being a beach bunny. When she could get away with it, she tanned without anything on, so her tan lines were minimal. On her 34C-24-35 figure, tan lines usually weren't the first thing others noticed about her. They were way, way down on the list. Kristen was one of several girls who would have considered themselves to be free spirits. They had all met in university, at the sorority and stayed in touch over the years. Being a free spirit, Kristen had experimented with every one of her girlfriends. She wasn't picky about things such as hair color or race – the girl just had to be hot. All of Kristen's sorority sisters were hotter than the sun and all of them liked her crazy, wicked personality. Even as she approached the dreaded 30, Kristen showed no signs of slowing down. She wasn't reckless and took necessary precautions. Never would she have done anything stupid like drink and drive. She wasn't going to be an unwed mother either. In fact, weddings were for other girls, not for our Miss Kristen. She believed that she'd know when the time came for marriage, if ever. In the modern world, Kristen believed that there was nothing wrong with a girl who chose to stay single or have several relationships. She wasn't against marriage; it just wasn't for her at the present time. Kristen was having way too much fun to settle down. Her family had money, so she didn't have to work. She chose to do things that interested her. She traveled. She had posed nude for at least 3 artists who had made her immortal in paintings and sculpture. She had a few love affairs with some very prominent men – and women. She trained herself so that she would be a virtuoso in the sexual arts. When Kristen wanted to fuck, she fucked. She didn't really have a lot of time to worry about something silly like falling in love. So, when her cousin Tonya telephoned her to announce her impending marriage, Kristen was taken somewhat aback at the news. Tonya was a few years younger than her free-wheeling cousin and was a total extrovert. In times past, Tonya had come with her on a few of her rowdier adventures. Whoever this man was who had captivated her younger cousin, he had to be something else. "You're sure you want to do this whole marriage thing, huh cuz?" Kristen said as she tried to talk Tonya out of what she surely thought to be a huge mistake. "We've both still got plenty of life left to live and there sure are more adventures that I want to have." "Who says I can't still have adventures once I'm married?" Tonya argued. "Just wait until you meet my fiancé before you make snap judgments. He's one in a million!" The flight to New York was uneventful, although Kristen did manage to get the phone numbers of both of the sexy flight attendants. One claimed to be straight and just interested in friendship, but Kristen knew better. She had set her sights on the petite brunette and she was going to get Bonnie into bed. Her tongue would do things to the girl that would make her heterosexuality a thing of the past. She drove a rented car to her cousin's new brownstone and when the door opened, it wasn't Tonya who answered the door. It was a bronzed Adonis who must have stood at least 6"4" tall. He was almost as wide across as a tree trunk and he had piercing dark eyes. This man had to be her cousin's new love, Roger – something. Okay, at least her cousin hadn't lost her taste. She couldn't fault Tonya for desiring this guy, because he sure was something to look at. He smiled at Kristen, gave her a welcoming hug and picked up her bags as he lead her inside the spacious home her cousin had only recently purchased. "I see by the look on your face that you've both met and approve of my fiancé," Tonya laughed as she descended the stairs. "Isn't he something? I know that look; keep your predatory paws off my guy!" She laughed. "Does he have any cute friends?" Kristen asked, laughing along with her favorite cousin. "Lots!" Tonya continued laughing as they made their way into the living area. "Are we talking men or women?" Kristen smiled. "You know me, babes. Pick some from Column A and some from Column B and let me mix and match!" Roger rolled in a cart laden with bottles of alcohol, glasses and ice. "Okay, so just what are you two lovely women going on about?" "Tonya was just about to tell me which one of your friends I should fuck first," Kristen said as she stretched and crossed her long legs. Roger took notice and smiled. Something about this man informed Kristen that her cousin was getting some wonderful fucks. "Some fiancé, she is putting my friends ahead of me," Roger teased. "What's wrong with me, why can't I be first?" Tonya put a mock scowl on her pretty young face and wagged her finger. "In case you've forgotten, YOU happen to be taken! I know this horny slut – once she wraps her pussy around that big cock of yours, you'll want her to keep doing it and she'll want to keep you all to herself. No way, buster!" Kristen was pleased to see that her cousin had still maintained her sense of humor. "He has a big cock, does he?" "Hey, HE is still in the room!" "Oh shush Roger, you know you love it," Tonya grinned. "He sure does have a big cock – everything about him is big, if you haven't noticed." "Oh, I've noticed," Kristen flirted a bit. "Um, ladies, still in the room," Roger commented. "They grow them big in Texas," Tonya insisted. "Do you think I'd give up my wild days for just ANY man? He's hung like a Texas Bronco and you know this bitch – she likes to be taken for a good, long ride." If their intimate banter bothered Roger – whose last name just happened to be Best – it didn't seem to show. He let the girls blather on about their lives, playing catch up and talking about some of the sexy fun and games they had got up to in the past. The girls were still laughing when Roger called it a night around 11. Tonya went to join him about an hour later, which left Kristen alone with her thoughts. She wanted to give the young couple something great to start their marriage with. An ordinary wedding present wouldn't do, not for her favorite cousin. It would have to be something they could enjoy for the rest of their lives. All at once, the thought came to her. She knew Tonya would love it and she just hoped that everything she had heard about Roger Best was true. If it was, she felt sure that Tonya's married life would be just as exciting as her singlehood had been. The next morning, the two cousins and besties were left entirely alone. Tonya had taken a leave of absence from her work, but Roger had to work at the brokerage firm. "He can keep me in the style to which I'd like to become accustomed," Tonya smiled as she poured them both large mugs of coffee. "Hey, what's up with the enigmatic smile?" "Oh nothing, I was just admiring this beautiful old brownstone," Kristen answered. "Are those the original hardwood floors?" She asked as she looked around the kitchen. "Bitch, I know you aren't in the slightest bit interested in the floors or in my brownstone," Tonya said as she folded her arms across her beautiful chest. "You're up to something – now give! We've been besties since I was 10 years old and you know you can't hide anything from me!" "Okay, okay, jeez, maybe marriage is the right thing for you now," Kristen said as she stuck out her tongue and then, shook her head. She was still a bit jet lagged, although that would soon pass. "You're not as much fun as you used to be." "Do you want me to call Roger and prove you wrong?" Tonya countered. "I assure you, he can attest to just how much fun I can still be. There are a few times I've almost funned him so much he couldn't walk straight the next day," she snickered. "Yeah, yeah, so do you think that you're going to give me a run for the money in the hottest slut on two legs department?" Kristen asked as some lewd thoughts entered her fevered mind. "Now tell me, do you think you might be up for one final wild adventure with your favorite cousin?" "That all depends, will I still have a fiancé when all of this is over and done with?" Tonya looked at her cousin seriously. "Oh yeah, I'm not out to wreck your engagement," Kristen laughed. She outlined her plan to Tonya. To her credit, the other blonde listened to every word before she told her cousin that she was crazy. Of course, there are two kinds of crazy – bad crazy and good crazy. Kristen's plan was the latter. With their shared history, Tonya was used to the good kind of crazy. She knew that she would agree, as they had both often talked each other into all sorts of freaky adventures. Tonya had less than two weeks before her wedding. A final blowout with her cousin didn't seem like the most awful thing in the world. A few nights later, Roger was getting ready for bed when Kristen appeared at the bedroom door. Her appraisal of the man had been spot-on; he was a big 'un. She flashed him a dazzling smile and the hunky Texan returned it. Then he noticed that she was in a slinky negligee and heels. He wondered if she had a date lined up. Tonya wouldn't have minded if her cousin brought a man – or woman – home for a bit of fun. He knew about Tonya's little oddities and he rightly assumed her crazy cousin shared many of them. It seemed like a long while, but it was only a few minutes. Kristen stood in the doorway and then, Tonya showed up. Her negligee was a copy of Kristen's, only where Kristen wore black, her cousin wore white. Even their heels matched. The girls were now blocking the door, one of the left, one on the right. Something seemed a little – off – to Roger. "What – what can I do for you, ladies?" He asked them both. It was Kristen who moved forward with a beguiling charm, fluttering her eyelashes and using her eyes to attract Roger's attention. "Actually sugar, we're all going to do for each other, if you get my drift?" Tonya had clued her cousin in that her fiancé could, on some occasions, be somewhat obtuse. "Um, actually, no, I don't," he answered. Tonya entered the room after that and took Kristen's hand in hers. "Two hot girls in the doorway to your bedroom and you don't pick up any hints?" Tonya said to Roger. "Tch baby, I may have to rethink this whole marriage thing," she teased him. He had never heard her sound quite this way before, her voice low and husky. It was very sexy, that he had to admit. "We're here to offer you your first-ever threesome, lover," Kristen said, putting a bit of extra punch into the final word. "It's going to be my wedding gift to the two of you." She stared at him intently. "You DID say you would like to fuck me, didn't you?" Roger gulped. "Yeah, I did, but I was only making a joke. I wouldn't exactly DO it, that wouldn't be right just before I marry Tonya." To Roger's surprise, Tonya didn't seem at all fazed by her cousin's scheme. "It's no joke darling, you are going to fuck my gorgeous cousin," Tonya smiled, her fingers entwined with Kristen's. "I really want to see that, God; it will make me so fucking horny to see your big cock driving deep inside her cunt." Roger was really turned on. Tonya had told him she got wilder when in the presence of Kristen and here was the proof. If his lady-love didn't mind him screwing her gorgeous, busty tanned cousin, who was he to argue? "However – this is going to be a threesome with a twist," Kristen smiled as she traced her finger along the collar bone of her lovely younger cousin. "You will be fucking me. You will NOT be allowed to fuck Tonya for the foreseeable future." "Huh?" Kristen and Tonya walked towards Roger, still linked together. "We're going to have a bit of fun with you, darling," Tonya spoke. "We both fuck like minks and I love, LOVE, fucking my man. But things needed a bit of – spicing up. You've gotten accustomed to fucking me and Kristen thinks – and I agree with her – that fucking a strange piece of ass might up the ante a little bit. So until our wedding, as often as you want and can handle it, you're going to fuck her. Believe me, if you can rock with my cousin, you can take on anything. When we have our wedding night, you're going to bring you're a-game and also, you'll probably be so horny to fuck me that I won't want to leave the room the next day," she chuckled. Being a man, Roger was not likely to turn down a last chance for a pre-marital fling, especially if Tonya was giving her consent. A stray thought ran through his head. "I know you," he said to his slender blonde fiancé. "You're a huge sex freak; you can't go more than a few days without making love – no scratch that, without fucking! If I'm going to be having sex with your cousin, who is going to be having sex with you?" Kristen was still holding Tonya's hand and squeezed it tight. Roger picked up on the not-so subtle signal. "You're shitting me!" He gasped aloud. "The two of you – together?!" "We've done it before," Tonya nodded. "You know I like girls every so often and you sure know that I was a wild child in the past." "I know, I know, but Kristen is your own flesh and blood," Roger commented. "I sure am and you know what they say lover, incest is best," Kristen spoke up. "Don't even try to deny it; you should see how wide your eyes are. The thought of it turns you on, admit it!" When Roger nodded, the two blondes broke out laughing. "Typical male! Well baby, you're going to watch us make love and I'm going to make her cum, then let loose on you. While I'm sucking and fucking with you, Tonya is going to act as my personal slut-slave. We just have one rule – until after the wedding; you two kids can't have sex together. We all on the same page, babies?" Kristen already knew Tonya's answer, but it was up to Roger to complete the circle. "Okay, fuck, this is nuts, but okay. I'm not passing up the chance to fuck Kristen if her cousin is cool with it. And yeah, my balls are already aching at the thought of seeing you two go at it. Are we ...?" Roger didn't even get a chance to finish his thought when the two women jumped into the huge bed. Tonya was practically ripping his clothes off, which was not quite within the rules. Kristen decided to cut her some slack, as she was going to be fucking the attractive stallion for the next several days. The girls kissed each other, then Roger, then back to each other as their hands moved over each other. The lingerie stayed on for a while as both girls liked how they looked and both girls wanted to give Roger a hot show. The two beauties moved together in perfect syncopation. Tonya went in one direction and her cousin moved in another. Their lips sought each other and their hands touched and explored, barely disturbing their outfits. Sweet, passionate intimate kisses were exchanged, tongues swirled together. Kristen had missed the intimacy of making love with her sexy, younger cousin and the warmth of her body. While both were cognizant that they were putting on a sexy show for Roger, there was no pretense to their shared sex. They always could get each other heated up. Early on in their relationship, the more slender Tonya had felt inadequate when compared to her curvier, older cousin. Kristen had set her clear on that, saying how much she enjoyed Tonya in bed, especially when their legs were entwined. Roger was just astounded as he watched his bride-to-be make love to the other sexy blonde. He knew that Tonya was kinky, but the proof was in front of his eyes. The girls were now slowly removing their outfits, naked women writing atop the bed, the sheets being tugged in every direction. Normally he would have touched himself as he viewed this tableau, but Roger was smarter than that. He would let the girls enjoy their time and await the first touches of Kristen. "Oh Christ, I forgot how fucking good you were with pussy," Tonya gasped as her cousin spread her long legs and went down on her. She slurped and licked and for a time, the busty blonde was content to do all of the work. This and the future sexual romps to come, would be a treasured wedding gift for Tonya and Roger. Anyone could give them a blender or a Gravy Boat, but only nasty, slutty Kristen could give them an experience to remember! Tonya and Kristen had already been through all of this and had decided to pull out all of the stops. After Kristen had made her bestie cum, they writhed and churned against each other on the spacious bed. Both of them were aware of their audience. A heated sixty-nine followed, but that wasn't the penultimate. That came a few minutes later when the whorish Tonya got out a strap-on and fucked her cousin wickedly, including up her tight little ass. Roger had never imagined his lady could be such a slut, although he was thrilled to find that out. "Oh, you fucking whore, my ass loved that pounding you gave it," Kristen gasped out. "Do you ever let Roger fuck you that way?" Tonya put the two on the night stand. "Hell, NO!" She laughed aloud. "I like walking far too much for that." Kristen thought her cousin was exaggerating a bit until Roger rolled over closer to the two of them and she got a good look at his naked cock. It was almost as big around as her wrist and long – before she had sucked on it to get it fully erect! Her cousin had no reason to be jealous of her, none whatsoever – not with a fiancé that possessed a cock that fucking big! She drew in a huge breath of air as she moved near Roger's cock. Tonya was already preparing herself for the next act. She caught her cousin's attention and winked. Poor Roger, he was likely going to be exhausted by the time he and Tonya got married. If they weren't careful, she and Kristen would wear him out and he'd be sleeping all the way through his honeymoon. As Kristen did her work on Roger's massive cock, she had to breathe through her nostrils. The mammoth shaft filled her throat and she worked her level best not to choke on it. Her head moved up and down, but slowly. She didn't know how much cum he had in those huge balls, but she would bend the rules a little and share it with Tonya when it was time. It was due to Tonya's efforts that she was relaxed enough to give Roger amazing head, as Tonya slurped noisily at her shaved pussy. Sex between the two related friends had always been good, but this, their first MFM threesome, was spectacular. "I told you he was hung!" Tonya sort-of whispered in between licks of pussy. As best she could, Kristen looked back at her cousin and acknowledged the other girl. Roger wasn't just hung, he was the fucking Louvre! His cock was the biggest she had ever had and she would have to stop sucking on it soon or her jaw would drop off. "Fuck, you gorgeous blonde sluts," Roger gasped as Kristen sucked him and his lady licked at Kristen. Tonya had commented a few times that she admired Kristen's skills at giving head and now, he knew why! He loved Tonya, but her cousin had her beat by a country mile! He felt as if his balls were going to explode and his cum would go up to the ceiling. He was thankful when Kristen stopped blowing him and changed her position. She looked back at Tonya and gave her a wink and a saucy little smile as she mounted the massive cock. It would be a difficult undertaking fucking Roger's huge prick, but one that Kristen was willing to try. Tonya moved in behind her and as Kristen impaled herself on Roger's tool, Tonya was there to provide support. She and Kristen kissed and touched so that Kristen would have a distraction from the pain. Her poor cunt craved cock, true enough, but Roger's was beyond words. It packed her full and stretched Kristen almost beyond measure. Bedroom Eyes Still, she prided herself on being an incredible fuck and knew that she would be up to the challenge. She moved up and down on Roger's cock while also keeping her mind on her play with Tonya. Just because the ground rules stated that Tonya and Roger couldn't fuck, it didn't mean that they couldn't enjoy the sight of each other being fucked. In fact, Kristen's little scheme counted on that little fact for the ultimate effect. She wiggled and bounced a little more while Tonya fondled her big tits. It had been a long, long time since Kristen had experienced sex like this. As a matter of fact, she wasn't too sure if she ever HAD experienced sex like this. Roger had a strange, goofy grin on his face as she fucked him. His hands joined those of his fiancé on Kristen's tits, but otherwise, he was a bit player for the moment. The blonde cousins had him sincerely outfucked and he knew it. "Fuck me, you big dicked motherfucking bastard, shove it deeper!" An insane Kristen shouted out. It was more to set the mood than an actual command, but Roger did propel himself forward and send his dick deeper into Kristen's snug pussy. His loud groans signaled his impending orgasm, a sound Tonya knew well. She tugged her cousin away and as Kristen recovered quickly, she got several loads of thick, sticky sperm to share with Tonya. Neither girl had cum as yet, so they took care of each other while Roger's cock surrendered the last of his load. Roger was out of action for a time, so the girls ran laughing for the shower, leaving a befuddled, temporarily weakened Roger spent on the bed. If the poor guy knew what the sexy blonde cousins had concocted for after the honeymoon, he might well have stayed there. Bedroom Eyes Now it was Brad's turn to moan audibly, his lips still kissing, suckling the firm hard nubbin of flesh he now captured between his lips. In seconds, she went from the shy, almost inhibited like woman she had been, to one of a hot sultry vixen, aflame with desire, passion, and unbridled need. Autumn slipped away from him briefly. He thought momentarily that perhaps she'd had sudden second thoughts, a realization that things were progressing too quickly, too wildly perhaps. But all that evaporated in the blink of an eye as she rolled over upon him straddling his waist, coming up out of the water revealing her twin perfectly sculpted peaks which he automatically reached for, clasping within his caressing hands. Without a single solitary word, Autumn reached down once again, seeking him out, and then placed his swollen member at the entry of her femininity. He felt her silkiness begin to engulf him, slowly...purposefully until she had gathered him inside her fully and completely. Autumn placed her hands upon his shoulders for support, leaning back slightly as she did. In doing so, she again offered her breasts in supplication, which he took, drawing another between his lips, kissing, licking, all the while she moved slowly upon him softly moaning her pleasures. "Oh Autumn, Autumn," he barely managed. The intensity of their coupling though sensually slow, began to gradually increase until the still swirling water around and about them began to slap at their flesh as though urging them on to even greater heights of passion and ecstasy. "Oh Autumn, Autumn, please...I need to taste you!" Brad stammered pleadingly, the feel of her already threatening to push him over the edge far too soon. Once again she surprised him, standing, though smiling, and stepped from the tub not even bothering to towel off as she made for the enormous sized bed. He followed just as quickly, no longer concerned, worried that his maleness was now fully revealed to her gazing eyes as he approached her. Like a butterfly emerging from her cocoon, Autumn had transformed from the shy diminutive, yet sensually alluring woman he'd first met, to the sultry, even brazen woman who lay waiting on the bed for him now. "Come to me," she told him. One hand erotically massaging her breast, the other toying playfully with her nether lips, beckoning to him as she did. Trance-like, Brad slithered onto the bed like a snake, cautiously approaching her now widespread legs, her sex winking at him passionately. He began by gingerly, lightly, kissing the upper inside of her thighs, his tongue then tracing a path towards her sex, stopping to flick at her exposed flesh with the briefest of touches before continuing on, once again kissing, licking and teasing her. "Oh fuck Brad! Eat me!" she begged him. "Lick my pussy!" He devoured her, loving how she had turned now into this wild animal, thrashing beneath him as he watched her caressing, toying with her own breasts, tickling her clit now with a frenzied tongue, flicking it, sucking then kissing it over and over again. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried out wantonly. "Oh Brad Yes!" He slipped first one finger, then two inside of her. Felt the liquid warmth of her quim as it welcomed the intrusion, his fingers now playfully stroking her inside, while his tongue danced wickedly on the surface of her tiny clit. "Oh honey," she moaned softly now, still caressing her breasts, though he watched as she added the intermittent tweaking of her extended nipples with her fingers. "Oh Brad, Brad...that feels so...damn...good!" Brad smiled, continuing to lick her, feeling his own lubrications leaking from his manhood, no doubt wetting the bedspread beneath him. "Please Brad, please, turn around so I can suck you as well," she pleaded. He swiveled, still kissing, still licking her, then felt the incredible sensation of her mouth, that gorgeous sweet mouth as she took him, running the velvety smooth flesh of her tongue along and around the super-sensitive tip of his prick. Brad groaned pleasurably, unable to help himself as he filled his mouth even more fully with the tasty morsel of flesh he'd been consuming. How long they teased, stimulated, and pleasured one another like this was unknown. But at last, both aroused beyond their wildest expectations, Autumn spoke. "Fuck me Brad, fuck me...now!" she demanded. Autumn positioned herself on the bed, her exquisite ass wiggling suggestively. He knelt behind her, felt his rigid cock slide easily once again into the soft waiting folds of her pussy. They both groaned together simultaneously as the sensations enveloped them both. Slowly at first, he began to ease in and out of her, Autumn, rocking back, meeting him, clenching at him with the muscles of her sex as she attempted to hold him inside, merely enhancing the pleasured withdrawals, then thrusts as he reclaimed her. "Harder baby! Harder!" she cooed. "Make me cum!" Brad began to slam into her, deeply, even more fully than he had before. She met every thrust, every lunge with a surprised giggle of excitement. Like poetry in motion, they moved together in a frantic ballet, the sound of flesh slapping flesh, wet sounding lubrications emanating from them both as their pleasure soared to new heights. And then together, they exploded in a white-hot climatic explosion of pure unbridled ecstasy. # The sound of gravel beneath the tires woke Autumn from her revelry. "We're almost there," Brad informed her in gentle tones. "Are you ok?" he asked concernedly. "You've been rather quiet on the drive up. And I just want to assure you again Autumn, you can trust me." "I'm fine," she answered softly. "Just lost in thought for a moment there is all," she added. "Good, well I truly do hope you enjoy what I have in store for you this evening," he stated. "I hope so too," she thought silently to herself, then "Bedroom Eyes" smiled as she took Brad's hand, still blindfolded, and slid from the seat of the car.