0 comments/ 29816 views/ 1 favorites Caribe By: westbound4 Steven peered curiously out the small airplane window as the scene below swung into view. Glimmering shamrock-colored islands swam in the topaz colored sea, so clear that he could see the dark coral reefs and sandy shallows of the bottom some three thousand feet beneath the scattered white clouds, drifting lazily through the Caribbean sky. An almost boyish excitement was building in him—he needed this vacation so badly. For years Steven and his friend Matt had talked about renting a villa in the islands for a few weeks, but only in the last six months had the plan really come together. Steven's girlfriend Amanda had loved the idea instantly, and now that Matt had a new romantic interest that they'd yet to meet, it seemed like the perfect opportunity for a couples' getaway to all get acquainted and relax for a change. The gentle bump of the plane's landing gear on the runway brought Steven's thoughts back to the present, and stepping off the plane filled his lungs with the moist air and heady perfume of the tropics. It had been years since his last trip down, and he'd almost forgotten how far away it seemed from the grind of life and work on the mainland. He squinted through the bright sunlight across the tarmac of the airfield to the waiting rent-a-car hut, slung his carry-on bag over his shoulder, and let the pleasant sensations of his surroundings begin to work their magic. The bumpy red dirt track leading up to the villa from the main road was terrible, even in the four-wheel drive Jeep Steven had rented for the trek from the other side of the island. The sight of the house coming into view, nestled among the verdant tropical foliage at the crest of a hill, removed immediately any doubt in his mind about whether it was worth sacrificing the convenience found in some of the hotels close to town. Completely private, the Mediterranean-style home boasted whitewashed walls and sensuous curves, shimmering against the flawless blue sky. Steven parked the Jeep and was looking up at the towering three stories of warm stucco and ruddy terra cotta roofs when a familiar figure stepped into view on a wide balcony overlooking the driveway. "You've got to see this place!" Amanda smiled down to him. She'd been able to catch an earlier flight down to settle them in, and was already quite at home in a breezy tropical sundress. Steven unloaded his gear from the Jeep while drinking in his lover's features—rich dark hair framed her lovely face, chocolate brown eyes always glittering with just a hint of playful mystery. Joining her up on the main level of the house, he could appreciate all the more how well her new surrounding suited her. It was Amanda's first time in the Caribbean, and the excitement she exuded was deliciously contagious. She led Steven by the hand on the grand tour of their exotic accommodations. The balcony where she had first appeared was just a part of a wide patio of glossy clay tiles surrounding a glimmering pool, around which were placed attractive lounge chairs and large pots overflowing with bright blooming flowers. Encircling the patio were the various rooms of the house, most open to the cooling breath of the trade winds. Amanda strode purposefully on tiny bare feet to a railing beyond the far end of the pool, and as Steven followed the vista below came into view. This side of the house overlooked a gentle slope, absolutely teeming with greenery, accented here and there with spills of sweet smelling bougainvillea blossoms or wild orchids glistening with dew. A winding footpath led from the house under the forest canopy below, and Steven could just make out its end far below, where it opened onto a beach of virgin white, lapped by the waters of a small private cove. Beyond that lay the wide Caribbean, barely distinguishable from the sky, with nothing but turquoise water between them and Belize. Steven stood close beside Amanda against the railing, nuzzling her head and inhaling the pleasantly musky fragrance of her hair. She signed contentedly. "I can't believe we're really here." Attraction affects you in different ways in a paradise like that. Steven's eyes roamed all over Amanda's body, appreciating every curve. As sexy as she was at home, here it seemed twice that. His pulse raced at the shape of her bare ankles below the fluttering hem of her dress. Its neckline did little to conceal her voluptuous bust, and it suddenly felt like forever since he'd had a taste of her creamy tits. She caught his hungry gaze and smiled, in that half shy, half seductive way that only she could. "I haven't shown you the bedroom yet," she purred. Amanda had hardly made it into the bedroom before Steven flung her onto the wide soft duvet and locked her lips in a fiery kiss. Thrilled by the urgency of his advance, she surrendered to his probing tongue, wrapping her legs around his waist to pull him on top of her. Steven's warm hands slid up her naked thighs, fingertips seeking panties to pull off. She smiled into his kisses when he found none. She popped the button of his slacks and immediately felt his swollen cock spring into her hands. "Oh baby!" she squealed with delight. In a year of dating she'd never seen him this desperate for her. The reaction of her pussy was immediate, and Steven's fingers gently parted her lips and coated them with her own honey. Amanda gripped his solid shaft, pumping it with her fist, as Steven whipped her dress off over her head and tossed it into the corner. She likewise speedily removed her lover's remaining clothing, and was soon kneeling between his legs with a mouthful of cock. Steven's expression was a mixture of desperate angst and unfathomable joy as Amanda worked him expertly with her tongue. There was no way he could last. "Please girl, I've got to fuck you!" he pleaded. Amanda eased up on to the bed and presented him with her ripe, round ass. She knew he loved to take her from behind. An involuntary gasp escaped her as he speared her slick cunt with his rod. Outside, some light afternoon clouds had blown a gentle passing rain shower over their hilltop retreat. The cool, damp air felt incredibly erotic on Amanda's bare skin, and her imagination bubbled with the primal sensations she felt as a tropical goddess of sex. The climax began to grow in her as Steven's athletic body rammed her relentlessly from behind. "Baby I'm going to come!" she screamed, silvery showers of raw pleasure matching the crescendo of Steven's own urgent gasps. In an instant she felt him erupt into her waiting hole, the walls of her cunt bucking with her orgasm and milking every last bit of Steven's hot seed. They collapsed exhausted on the bed in each other's arms, cooled by the breeze of the passing storm. When Amanda awoke the first golden rays of evening illuminated the leaves of the rain soaked trees outside their bedroom. She arched her body into a lingering stretch, conscious of the pleasant texture of the thin sheets on her skin. Rising, she slipped into her satin bathrobe and padded out find Steven. She found him in the kitchen, carefully slicing fruit from the generous stock of provisions they'd had delivered. Steven was a great cook, and Amanda realized how hungry she was after the long trip down and vigorous afternoon of lovemaking. Steven had replaced his light khaki slacks, but was still shirtless, and Amanda had to admire the healthy tan he managed to maintain, complementing his muscular chest. He noticed her approach and gave her a boyish smile, and she was amazed at how the few hours he'd been here had seemed to return an almost youthful cast to his handsome features. She approached him from behind and clasped her arms around his waist, holding him tightly. "Hi kitten," he smiled. She closed her eyes and pressed her cheek into his back, letting his warmth and scent envelope her. "I love you." She savored the moment for a while, enjoying being close to him while he worked. "Matt and Julie should be here soon," she said finally. "I'm going to take a quick shower, alright?" "Absolutely, baby. Dinner will be ready by the time you are." He gave her a lingering kiss. Steven heard a car pull up the driveway, and Amanda called from the railing, "They're here!" Steven emerged from the kitchen as Matt and his companion ascended the top of the stairs leading to the patio, and they all exchanged warm greetings. Matt looked as great as ever, dark hair cropped close and shorts and t-shirt revealing olive skin. It was Julie that really caught his attention though—petite with shoulder length blonde hair, not quite Amanda's height, but slimmer. Her tiny shorts and flip-flop sandals really accentuated her long, shapely legs, and her friendly self-confidence made her right at home with her company, making it seem they had all known each other for years. The stars were just beginning to twinkle overhead by the time the quartet had finished dinner by candlelight and settled back into relaxed conversation. They all agreed that the house had surpassed all they're expectations, and were looking forward the days ahead. "So how did you ever find this place, Steven?" Julie eyes met his over her glass of white wine. "Well, Matt and I had been talking about this kind of trip for years. That gave me plenty of time to look. At least until we found the right girls to go with." The women smiled, but Julie never broke Steven's gaze. "I was especially impressed by what the brochure said...you know, a "clothing optional" property? Were you planning on taking advantage of that?" Steven saw the hint of a challenge in Julie's eyes. Amanda arched an eyebrow. "Who says we haven't already?" The girls giggled furiously, and Matt and Steven couldn't help but laugh. They poured another round of drinks and admired the moonlight sparkling on the distant sea, talking late into the night. Steven opened his eyes and focused on the early morning sunshine streaming across the bed. Birds chirped in the trees around the room, and he remembered with a smile where he was. He rolled over and looked for Amanda, but instead of beside him in the bed, she was on their private balcony, still clad in her short nightgown, pressed carefully against one of the walls. "What'cha doing?" he called softly. "Shhh!" she pressed a finger to her lips urgently. Then she gave a sly smile and motioned for him to come over. He slid out of bed and positioned himself next to her, glancing over the side of the balcony to where she motioned, eyes sparkling with delight. He heard the splashing of water on stone. Matt and Julie were below, both nude, bodies glistening with streams of water raining down on them from the head of an outdoor shower adjacent to the back door of their room on the ground floor of the villa. Steven looked back at Amanda to chastise her for spying on their friends, but before he could say anything, a loud moan from Julie drew his attention back to the spectacle below. Amanda pressed close next to him, hiding her face behind the vines spilling down the wall next to the balcony so she could get a better look without being spotted. A beach bag lay carelessly discarded near the shower, along with Matt's swim shorts and Julie's bikini. The pair was locked in each other's arms, eagerly sucking each other's lips. Julie's wet hair hung in tangles, and Matt brushed it away from her face, revealing blue eyes sparkling up at him with an animal-like hunger. Even as Steven felt slightly guilty for watching, he couldn't tear his eyes away, and he felt his own erection start to grow. He glanced down at Amanda, now squatting on her haunches at Steven's feet, eyes glued to Matt and Julie below. Her hand was under her nightgown, furiously fingering her own pussy. Another gasp from below returned Steven's attention to the oblivious couple. Matt lifted Julie easily off her feet, revealing his massive hard-on. Placing her back against the vine-covered wall of the stone shower enclosure, he positioned himself between her thighs. Julie cried out as Matt slid inside and began to wall-fuck her. Steven had never watched anyone else have sex in person before, and the sight of his two beautiful naked friends enjoy each other was incredibly erotic. He lowered himself down on the balcony and let Amanda sit back between his legs, his own finger finding her soaked pussy. Steven fingered her clit while Amanda squeezed her breasts through her nightgown, thighs trembling. Under the spray of the shower, Matt was pumping Julie faster and faster, her toes curling around his tight ass with every plunge. "Baby I'm close!" he gasped. "Come on my tits!" she begged, sliding down the wall and kneeling in front of him. Matt grabbed his cock and started stroking it feverishly while Julie pressed her tits together invitingly with her hands, brown nipples flushed and erect. Steven and Amanda were now frenziedly masturbating each other, intoxicated by the steamy scent of sex splashing up from the shower below them. With a final cry, Matt shot his load on Julie's waiting breasts, stream after stream of thick come running down her nipples and between her tits. Steven felt Amada's body rock in silent but powerful orgasm next to him, and the combined sights and sounds were too much, and he too ejaculated, hot jism leaping high into the air and landing on Amanda's thighs and belly. The girls' laughter floated up through the moist night air and into the trees around the house as the taxi pulled away down the driveway. They'd followed up a first glorious day at the beach with a trip into town for some shopping, then dinner at one of the local nightspots down in the bay. After feasting on fire-roasted chiles stuffed with tender fresh shrimp, the smoky Brazilian rhythms of the live band kept them enthralled until well after midnight. Julie turned out to be a fantastic salsa dancer, and she and Amanda had given the boys more than a run for their money before the night was over. She hurried up the stairs and slid a CD into the stereo system on the bar near the pool. "I can't believe you bought a record from those guys," Matt chuckled. "I've never had so much fun!" Julie exclaimed. "That's something I want to hang on to." The speakers snapped to life, deep tribal drums and bright horns igniting the air around them. "Come and dance with me!" "I'm all danced out," Matt grinned, pouring them each a nightcap at the bar. Julie arched an eyebrow. "Fine! Amanda will dance with me, won't you, gorgeous?" Amanda gave a sly smile and slipped out of her strappy black sandals. Steven silently admired her tan legs and slim ankles. Her short black dress did little to conceal the backs of her shapely thighs, but stretched in all the right ways to accentuate her ass. For her part, Julie was hard to ignore, short skirt clinging to long, bare legs, the two subtle nubs of her nipples pressed against her white tank. The pair giggled happily, cheeks rosy with a hint of wine, yet easily swirling and sliding with the beat, all but oblivious to the boys' captive gaze. Steven felt another erection swelling, and was getting eager to find any excuse to spirit Amanda off to their room, peel that dress off, and screw her like never before. Matt must have had similar plans in mind, as when Julie happened to twirl near where he leaned on the bar, he managed to sweep her into his arms. What little struggle she put up quickly dissolved as his lips met hers, and she stretched up on her toes to meet his gently seeking tongue. Just as Steven was ready to suggest he and Amanda give the couple some privacy, however, Julie broke the kiss and announced firmly, "Both you guys turn around, and don't look until I say so." She cut off any hope of argument with a single determined look, so all Matt and Steven could do was glace quizzically at one another and then obey, turning their backs to the women. "Okay!" she called a moment later. The twin splashes in the pool behind them drew the boys' eyes back around, and the hastily discarded piles of clothing near the water's edge left no doubt what they had in mind. The lights of the house danced and twinkled on the rippling water, silhouetting the girls, naked shoulders bobbing just above the surface. Julie's voice slid through the night air, "Are you waiting for an invitation?" The boys hurriedly stripped and dove in. The pool swallowed Steven's body in a warm gulp, and his skin tingled with all the pleasant sensations of being naked underwater. Amanda and Julie stood back to back in the shallow water, letting their men approach from either side. Steven swam in close and slid his arms around Amanda, cradling a round globe of her bare ass in each hand as she wrapper her legs around her waist. Julie was moaning urgently as Matt slipped one pink, upturned nipple into his mouth, intently suckling the slippery skin. The intense sexual charge was making Steven painfully aware of his huge erection, and he shuddered with relief as Amanda wrapped her fingers around his shaft and began stroking him gently. He squeezed her own ample breasts in his hands, his tongue swirling around the dark areole and flicking at her nipples as they stiffened against the night breeze. Matt had lifted Julie onto the side of the pool, spread wide her dripping legs, and began hungrily devouring her pussy. Not to be left behind, Amanda lifted herself over the edge and climbed on all fours in front of Steven, offering him her warm slit from behind. He braced himself against the wall of the pool, water lapping sensuously around his waist, and moved in between Amanda's thighs. He lapped her dew-drenched labia from bottom to top with the tip of his tongue, her legs shuddering pleasantly with each stroke. Next to him Julie was writhing beneath the quickening attention of Matt's mouth. "Oh fuck. Oh yeah! Stick your fingers in my cunt!" she screamed. Steven heard Amanda's breath coming in ragged gasps—listening to her friend getting off next to her was driving her wild. He slid out of the pool and lay on his back underneath her, legs dangling in the water, attacking her swollen clitoris from a new angle and grabbing two generous handfuls of tit. Julie's hips were bucking and thrashing wildly, but Matt refused to let go, sucking her vigorously and pumping his fingers in and out of her tight hole. "Oh Matt! I'm fucking coming! I'm going to come on your face!" The entire island had to hear her screams of rapture as orgasm rocked her body. Amanda could be silent no longer. "Baby right there! Suck me right there!" she cried, and Steven grabbed her ass and pulled her pussy in close, her sweet, musky taste making his cock throb with anticipation. That's when he felt steamy wet lips close over the head of his tool. He glanced down his chest without taking his mouth from Amanda's cunt, and saw a head of wet blonde hair nestled between his legs. Matt and Julie had slipped back into the water, and Steven could see Matt's eyes closed tight behind his lover, cock buried between the cheeks of her ass. Julie braced herself against his pumping with hands gripping the edge of the pool on either side of Steven's legs, putting her in just the right spot to swallow his thick cock. The night was going places Steven had only dreamed of, and he couldn't help but flex his hips to offer more of his rod to Julie. Her eyes met his and she smiled around his girth, and it was all he could do to keep from blowing his load into her mouth. Amanda was demanding serious attention, however, and he returned his focus to the task at hand, curling his tongue around the fleshy marble of his lover's clit. Her rhythmic, throaty wails told him she was close to the edge, and easing two fingers into her well-lubed tunnel and grinding them on the g-spot was more than enough to bring her to intense climax. "Oh!" came scream after scream as she shook uncontrollably on Steven's face, milking every last delicious drop out of her spasm-rent pussy. Caribe Now Steven was conscious of nothing else but Julie's delicate mouth on his cock. Swirling and sucking him with his tongue, she skillfully pumped his shaft with her fingers. What a sensation! Having one beautiful women come gasping on your face while another swallowed him balls-deep down her throat—there was no way he could last. Abruptly he sat up, but Amanda was gone. Glancing around the pool, the air now thick with steam as the temperature cooled, he spotted her just under the water on the wide steps of the pool, legs thrown back over her head, and Matt pounding her pussy like a piston. Before he could mentally sort out the mixture of surprise and incredibly eroticism of the situation, he felt a soft foot on his shoulder, and turned to see Julie laying on her back on the glistening tiles of the pool deck, offering him her wet pink hole, neatly shaved pussy begging to be fucked. There was no time for thought. Steven swept in like an animal, and Julie squealed as he penetrated her. All the indescribable sensations of an unfamiliar new love hole swept up Steven's cock and throughout his body, and there was no holding him back. "Oh yeah! Fuck it. Fuck me hard!" Julie whispered to him, tits bobbing gently on her chest "Oh baby. Oh my god. Oh my god!" Matt's deep voice pled, and in the splashing and thrashing that followed, Steven knew that Matt was emptying his cock into Amanda. With that his own orgasm began to boil deep in his balls, and Julie shrieked as he stiffened in her in those glorious few seconds before release. "Oh fuck yes!" Steven gasped, hot sperm leaping from his tip in squirt after squirt in Julie's cunt, racking his body to the point of collapse. His consciousness returned to his mind just in time to see Amanda and Matt intently watching him make his last long thrusts into Julie, semen bubbling from around his cock and pooling on the tile under her ass. Steven didn't know whether to feel guilty or pleased, but his body felt incredibly satisfied and relaxed. "You should know we had it all planned to seduce you," Amanda purred at him. He slid back into the water and put his arms around her, too tired and sweetly spent even to respond. "We couldn't spend a week in paradise with two gorgeous men and only get to screw one or the other." Julie was similarly snuggling close to Matt on the steps of the pool, the underwater light silhouetting her slender legs as she stretched, catlike, beside him. "I have to say, you're both every bit as good as you look." Steven gazed at the stars glimmering overhead and listened to the girls' tinkling laughter. There was no longer any question—this trip had been worth the wait. Carina Din păcate, o anumită incompatibilitate a software-ului face ca liniile de dialog să nu apară. Sper să puteți trece peste acest inconvenient. În principiu, sunt un tip serios, de aproape treizeci de ani, căsătorit, îndrăgostit de nevastă-mea... În general, îmi văd de viața mea, de a familiei, ferindu-mă de petreceri deocheate, sau alte situații ce ar putea provoca vreun scandal. Muncim foarte mult, atât eu cât și nevastă-mea și suntem apreciați pentru ceea ce facem. Sâmbetele, după programul de lucru și duminicile, cât putem, le acordăm atenție părinților, că vor și ăștia să ne vadă, să știe care mai e viața noastră, socoteli... Una peste alta, nu am motive și nici nu am chef să calc pe alături, în ce privește viața noastră de cuplu... Sunt sigur că nici nevesti-mii nu-i alunecă ochii și nici nu este animată de vreo inimă zburdalnică -- uniunea noastră este beton, ca să spun așa... În contextul prezentat mai sus, într-unul din drumurile mele -- cu treburi -- pe la Piața Aviatorilor, o văd, fără a avea vreun dubiu, pe puștoaica numită Carina. Spun puștoaică, pentru că fata nu are decât vreo douăzeci și unu de ani, mi-a fost vecină, însă n-am mai văzut-o de cel puțin zece ani... E înaltă, cu un păr șaten deschis, care i se revarsă peste umeri, cu o față pe care cu greu poți s-o uiți, frumoasă, cu buze cărnoase care te invită să le muști și să le faci tot felul de chestii, cu sâni voluptuoși, obraznici, provocatori, cu șolduri destul de late, însă nu exagerat, cu o poponeață bombată, ce-ți poate da tot felul de idei, cu niște craci bine formați, frumoși, drepți... Una peste alta, o femeie atrăgătoare, impunătoare chiar... O văd, așteptând la semafor. N-am nici un dubiu, ea este!... Fac, rapid, un tur de orizont, să văd dacă este vreun milițian în zonă, apoi, cât se poate de ilegal, parchez mașina în marginea intersecției, încui și plec în urmărirea frumoasei. Nu trebuie să alerg prea mult, că o prind din urmă - merge agale, că nu are, cu siguranță, vreo oră fixă și vreo locație la care trebuie să ajungă... O strig: = Carina! Se oprește și-și întoarce privirea spre mine. Mă recunoaște imediat, mă strigă pe nume, apoi se repede spre mine, afișând un zâmbet și o bucurie de zile mari. = Ce faci, derbedeule?... = Alerg, pe străzi, după gagici! Nu se vede?!?... Râde, în timp ce ne sărutăm pe amândoi obrajii. O simt că se bucură sincer că ne-am întâlnit. O întreb dacă se grăbește să ajungă pe undeva și dacă urmează să i se taie capul în caz că întârzie... Îmi răspunde, golănește, că... nici o frecție, că se descurcă. Bun. Ne întoarcem, împreună, la mașină, apoi plec, pentru ca s-o parchez nu departe de o terasă, însă nici prea aproape, astfel încât, eventual, să-i dau idei vreunui milițian mai vigilent, să vadă dacă am consumat, sau nu, vreo băutură alcoolică... Vreau și eu, dacă tot m-am întâlnit cu fata, să bem o bere, două, împreună... Berea se transformă în masă de prânz -- mi-e foame și mie și i-e foame și Carinei. Cunosc cârciuma, așa că putem comanda cu încredere... Mă uit la Carina, cu drag: = Ce faci, fleoarță mică? Care mai e viața ta? N-ai murit încă?!?... E o glumă tâmpită de-a noastră, fără nici o legătură cu nimic și cu nimeni... Se vede pe ea că-și aduce aminte imediat de bancurile noastre tâmpite, așa că-mi răspunde: = Nu, că n-am mușcat de cur nici un dobitoc, ca să mă contaminez!... Deh, poante idioate, tachinări infantile, chestii... Îi povestesc în ce sunt băgat, nevastă, dragoste, chestii... Îmi zâmbește, apoi, uitându-se direct în ochii mei: = Sper să merite, coarda!... Nu, nu este o insultă, ci doar o vorbă golănească, de-a noastră, folosită cu ani în urmă, când, în mod normal, un copil de vârsta ei nici nu ar fi trebuit să știe ce înseamnă!... Mi se uită în ochi, în continuare, apoi, peste masă, mă prinde de mână: = Și... merită?... Ești, pe bune, fericit?... Este, realizez, un moment dificil: = Crocobaur mic, dacă nu eram fericit, sau mulțumit, divorțam! Doar am antrenament, că am mai făcut-o o dată!... = Bagabontule!... Ți-ai găsit ghiocul!... = Da, petunie ofilită! E serioasă, frumoasă, bună de pus la rană... Face o pauză, apoi: = Uffff! Ce baftă! Norocul derbedeului!... = Hai, borfet mic, zău că fata e de treabă!... = ... Nici nu mă îndoiesc! Ești prea deștept ca să te încurci cu vreo tâmpită!... = Gata! Lasă-mă pe mine! Zi-mi ce faci tu!... Devine vulgară, de-a dreptul: = Căcat! Mă fut cu stâlpii de la garduri! Zici că-s curvă, doar că nu iau bani pentru prestații!... Nu-mi place ce aud, sincer. Femeia este absolut remarcabilă. O întreb: = Pui mic, ai nevoie de ceva, te pot ajuta? = ... Am nevoie de un fraier, să mă ducă acasă, că tot nu știe unde m-am mutat și... mai vedem noi... Hai, plătește, că doar tu m-ai invitat, că vreau să plecăm!... Doar ce-mi arunc o privire în ochii Carinei și mi-e clar că toată respectabilitatea mea se duce pe albia Dâmboviței -- fata vrea și... chiar este pe cale să obțină!... Ideea unui refuz, în cazul ei, este de-a dreptul absurdă! Doar a copilărit printre picioarele mele, dacă mă pot exprima astfel... Ajunși la Carina, într-o garsonieră micuță, dar elegantă, primesc instrucțiuni: = Hainele ți le lași acolo, nu mă forțezi să ți-o iau în gât, că nu pot, chiar dacă am încercat, curul e teritoriu minat, deci n-ai ce căuta acolo și, în general, dacă-ți zic nu, îmi respecți cuvântul... = Haoleu, soro!... Ești mașină de spălat, sau ce?!? = ...?... = Păi... îmi înșiri toate căcaturile astea, de parcă ai fi vreo mașină de spălat, sau... alt obiect electrocasnic!... Începe să plângă. Mă simt de căcat: = Ce-ai soro?!? Cu ce ți-am greșit?!? Plânge, ca o fleoarță... = M-a făcut în foi de viță, nenorocitul! De șase luni o arde cu aia! Doar ieri am aflat!... = Cine, fă? Iubitul? = Nu iubitul! Nemernicul!... O iau în brațe -- stăm așa vreo douăzeci de minute... Mă gândesc și eu, în contextul dat, la situația mea față de propria-mi nevastă, pe care o mai și iubesc... Nu mă simt bine deloc... O țin în brațe și o legăn, ca s-o alin... Nu se codește, mă prinde, prin pantaloni, direct de pulă: = Să mă scuze nevastă-ta, dar am nevoie să mă refulez, nu te divorțez, nu te fac de căcat, nu-ți stric reputația... Sunt, deja, excitat: = ... Hai, pizdă, dezbracă-te!... = ... Nici vorbă!... Îmi dai chiloții jos și mă fuți doar acolo, că... acolo mă mănâncă!... Ești însurat! Ai și uitat?!? Draci! Asta și-a găsit momentul ideal să-mi facă morală!... Ce să fac, am și eu metehnele mele -- îmi cade pula cloșcă, cum se spune -- mai scoal-o dacă poți! Tipa se prinde: = Ce-ai pățit? = ... Îmi vorbești de nevastă -- dracu' te-a pus? Se uită-n zare: = Mamăăăăăă! Ori ți-a făcut farmece, ori, pe bune, ești îndrăgostit!... Ce să-i răspund? = Hai să fumăm o țigară, apoi ne întindem în pat și... vedem noi... Gata! Nu mă mai prostesc cu tine! Nu știam că ești așa sensibil!... = ... Nici eu nu știam ce vocabular ți-ai tras în adolescență... = ... Deh, am făcut eu mai multe chestii, care mai de care mai reprobabile, dacă e s-o luăm pe corecte... = Hai, lasă, ce-a fost, a fost!... Cine-i boul care te-a făcut sarmale, unde l-ai cunoscut? = În facultate, eu, studentă boboacă, el, mare lector... De prima dată când l-am văzut, mi-am udat chiloții, de ziceai că m-am pișat pe mine... = Vreun Adonis!... = Un nemernic!... S-a prins imediat, așa că, după cursuri, m-a chemat în laborator, a încuiat ușa și m-a pus în genunchi. A fost prima dată când am înghițit esența unui bărbat, nu m-a lăsat să scuip... = ... Și?... = Și ce? Am... ars-o cu el trei ani, l-am ajutat cu tot felul de lucrări, apoi a apărut boboaca asta, probabil lafel de proastă ca și mine... Am bănuit eu ceva, de câteva luni, însă ieri am avut proba... M-am dus la el la laborator, însă ușa era încuiată. Nu știu ce draci am avut, dar am rămas să-l aștept... La un moment dat, s-a auzit cheia în broască, apoi a ieșit proasta dracului -- primul impuls a fost să mă duc și s-o iau la bătaie -- noroc că m-a dus mintea și mi-am dat seama că, de fapt, el este nenorocitul!... Să-l fi văzut ce față a făcut când m-a văzut postată în cadrul ușii!... Javra dracului!... Nici măcar n-a catadicsit să-și ceară scuze!... Ce să-i spun? Cum s-o consolez? Nasoală treaba, mai ales că este în ultimul an, examen de stat, repartiții, chestii... Tac și-mi aprind altă țigară... Tot ea, continuă: = I-am cerut cheia de aici, apoi l-am obligat să vină cu mine, să-și ia catrafusele pe care, în timp, le lăsase pe la mine -- n-a scos o vorbă -- și-a luat lucrurile și s-a cărat... = Fato, omul, probabil, simte nevoia să vă crească, pe rând, fără alte gânduri... = ... Bine, dar nu putea să-mi spună și mie chestia asta?!?... Eu, deja, îmi făceam gânduri!... Copii, chestii!... = Ia termină cu prostiile! Ai douăzeci și unu de ani! Ești o fleoarță tânără! Au trecut vremurile când fetele se măritau și făceau copii la șaișpe ani!... Izbucnește în plâns: = ... Da, dar... l-am iubit! Nemernicul!... = Dă-l în pizda mă-sii și... next time, vezi de cine te îndrăgostești!... Trage, cu nesaț, din țigară: = Știu că ești cu mașina, îmi cer scuze, însă am niște coniac și chiar că simt nevoia să beau o tărie!... = Ad-o, fata mea, că n-oi fi eu chiar așa de ghinionist, să mă prindă melețeanul!... = ... Băi, dar ce suflet de infractor mai poți să ai și tu!... = Deh, asta-i viața!... Aduce o sticlă de Metaxa, aproape plină și două păhărele. Preiau eu operațiunea și torn în pahare, comentând: = O pun eu cu mâna mea, să nu zic că-i vina ta!... Este, clar, surprinsă, apoi, imediat, amintindu-și bancul: = Parcă era... pune-o tu cu mâna ta, să nu zici că-i vina mea!... Râdem amândoi... Se pare că alcoolul își face efectul. Simt ceva, la parter, așa că mă ridic și-mi dau jos țoalele de pe mine, apoi, dezinvolt, mă întind în pat. Mă privește, mă studiază, mă analizează... Din priviri, îmi dau seama că e mulțumită cu ce vede. O iau de gâlci: = Hai, pui, dă-ți și tu jos textilele și fă-te-ncoa! Se conformează și se întinde lângă mine. Îmi pune o mână pe piept: = Știi, să nu te superi, dar... n-aș vrea să ți-o iau în gură. Am ceva pitici pe creier, nasol? Deja sunt stârnit! Mă rostogolesc peste ea și-o iau de craci. Dau să intru. E uscată ca iasca!... O iau cu binișorul. În același timp, îi vorbesc: = Țuchi, ție-ți place pula, nu-i așa? Nu-mi răspunde, doar geme... = Țoancă mică, ți-e dor de pulă, nu-i așa? Iar geme... Îi țin capul pulii la intrare și-i iau pubisul la masat. Geme din nou. Stă cu ochii închiși și cu capul într-o parte. Trebuie s-o incit, cumva: = Femeie, uite-te și tu în ochii ăluia care-și bagă pula-n tine, sau... măcar încearcă să și-o bage!... Deschide ochii ei mari, căprui, jucăuși de obicei, însă acum întunecați: = ... Mângâie-mă pe sâni... Nu apuc bine s-o iau de mamele, de sfârcuri, că... aproape brusc, se udă. Gata! Altă viață! Ce dobitoc pot să fiu și eu!... Iau femeia așa, fără preambul, chestii... Cert este că, preocupat de erecția mea i-am neglijat ei nevoile... Mă aplec și-i iau sfârcurile la lins, supt, mușcat, smotocit în toate felurile! Intru în ea fără probleme... Ce nu-mi place, în continuare, este că nu participă de nici o culoare -- zici că e natură moartă... Mă abțin de la vreun comentariu pe tema asta. Știu că e moartă de supărare... Mai dau de câteva ori din fund, apoi, mă gândesc, dacă nu reacționează la plăcere, poate reacționează la durere... O iau de picioare, îi flexez genunchii, apoi îi proptesc tălpile pe pectoralii mei și o iau la împins. La ce simt înăuntru, e clar că nu mai poate să rămână indiferentă... Parcă-mi face în ambiție -- în afară că-și răsucește capul de la stânga la dreapta și invers, stă, în continuare, cu ochii închiși. O iau la ciocane, tare și apăsat. Strânge pumnii, dar... tot nimic... Sunt întărâtat, enervat, dezamăgit -- dacă n-avea chef, de ce mama dracului m-a mai invitat s-o fut?!? Ce-i asta? Răzbunare?... Mă opresc din pompat și-i bag degetul mare la lindic. Tot nimic!... O iau iarăși la pompe, hotărât, de data asta, să nu mă mai opresc până nu termin. Zis și făcut... Când simt că sunt aproape, mă retrag și o stropesc pe burtică, pe floci, doar așa, de ambiție, ca să-i fie mai greu să se șteargă... Nu, cu siguranță că nu mi-a plăcut deloc. Parcă aș fi futut vreo gaură în vreun gard, sau vreo femeie moartă de beată... Mă ridic și plec la baie. Mă spăl la chiuvetă, apoi revin în cameră. E tot în pat, cum am lăsat-o. Nu s-a șters, nu nimic... = Vezi că o să-ți curgă sperma pe cearceaf!... = Nu contează!... Nu mai rabd: = Auzi? Tu mai trăiești? = ... Vreau să mor!... Mă reped la ea, o iau de mâini și o târâi în baie, în fața oglinzii: = Femeie, uite-te la tine! Frumoasă, deșteaptă, dar... dezamăgită în dragoste!... Mare chestie! Se întâmplă!... = Du-te dracului, că nu știi prin ce trec eu!... = Mă duc unde vreau eu, dar tu du-te-n cadă și spală-te de sloboz! O bag, aproape cu forța, în cadă, apoi dau drumul la apă și pun jetul pe ea, încă rece. În sfârșit! Icnește... = Ahaaaaa!... Ție dușuri scoțiene îți trebuiau!... = ... Hai, gata, știu, sunt o proastă, iartă-mă!... Reglez temperatura apei. Iau buretele, șamponul și o frec, energic, pe spate. Zici că se tăvălește de plăcere: = Băăăăăi! Doar pentru asta și ar trebui ca nevastă-ta să-ți ridice statuie!... Dacă tot mă încurajează, o spăl și pe cap, cu masaj, cu tot dichisul. E moartă de plăcere... În fine, reveniți în cameră, îmi zâmbește: = Acum, măcar ca barter, tot trebuie să ți-o sug!... Mă apucă dracii: = Auzi, fă? Dacă te prind cu gura pe lângă pula mea, te bat! Ce draci? Facem schimb de mărfuri și servicii?!? Oi fi tu la ASE, dar... nici chiar așa!... Râde, cu poftă. Mă uit la ceas. Îi iau numărul de telefon și-i promit c-o s-o mai sun, cândva, când o să-mi permită timpul. N-am sunat-o, niciodată. Carina - The English Version WARNING: English is NOT my first language - I have learned it in school and practiced it a lot in trading, but this is (even though pornographic) supposed to be literature. So please bear with me, or, if not, just read something else. I also need to mention that the story is true, depicting my personal memory. ***** I cannot take it anymore... Everybody is talking about skiing... It so happens that I am very familiar with sports, generally speaking - I love to practice, not just sit in front of a TV and watch, while drinking some beers... Still, in spite of the fact that I've been, so many times, at the mountains, I have never skied. I talk with an office mate, who happens to be really good at it, somewhat fifteen years older than me, who gives me all the info that I need to buy what I need - furthermore, he offers to come with me, so that he can make the choices for me. There we are, buying all the equipment, so that the next day we are on the train, up to the mountains... Walt, my office mate, is accompanying me, together with some dozen of other people from the institute. The atmosphere on the train is great - we are colleagues, we know each other, and we share some bottles of booze... Walt is completely against alcohol consumption, so that, after I take a glass of vodka, he just tells me: "Look, if you really want to ski, not only show your brand new gear off, you DON'T drink anymore, or I'll just let you do whatever you like, but I'll be out of the scheme... Walt doesn't joke, in fact, I'm not really sure if he knows how to joke - therefore, I have to quit drinking, and just sit on the chair in the train, like a log... I need a smoke, so that I just ask Walt: "I hope that the restrictions do not extend towards cigarettes, too - OK?" "Your suicidal attitude is quite well known by me, and not only - it's a pity that you smoke, but, since this bad habit is a must for you, I won't take it into consideration"... I get out from the compartment, leaving Walt with his philosophy, and light a cigarette. From the compartment next to us, comes out a beautiful blond face, with wonderful blue eyes, and a short, somewhat boyish haircut... She's also wearing a skiing suit, so that I cannot see much of her boobs and, or, ass... Actually, I can only remark her head, the rest of her body being well hidden by the darn costume. Her lighter is making her some problems, so that I oblige, and offer her a light. "Thank you" That's all that she says, before clinging to the bar protecting the window, and looking away, outside the window... She clearly doesn't feel like chatting, or, better said, she's clearly showing me that she doesn't want to let herself hooked - this is, in fact, the answer to my look when I've helped her lighting that cigarette of hers... Two colleagues of mine get out from the compartment, laughing and being really noisy - honestly, I'm just wondering if today, they will be skiing at all, or just checking into their room and do what the rabbits like so much to do, and not only... He's married, but she's not, and it seems that his marital status does not bother her at all - they are well known as being lovers, for ages, by now... Anyway, who am I to talk about it? Surely the personnel of the camping in the neighborhood of the institute would be much more qualified to talk about it... The only real problem is that the bastard already has two kids with his wife, but, as we've heard, he does not neglect his duties as a husband and a father... So be it! What the heck?!? I just cannot keep quiet, so that I make a remark: "So, Harry, why didn't you bring your older brat over here? I've heard that you are great at skiing. You could teach him!"... He looks at me, his eyes clearly reproaching me for reminding him about his kid... "My kids also do have a mother, and she's been preparing all the week evenings some costumes, since today they are supposed to show off on a stage, at the kindergarten"... Linda, his lover, looks at me with killing eyes: "I think you better take care - you can never tell, at skiing, when you break some limp"... I can clearly hear the blond girl beside me giggling in a muffled manner... Linda continues: "Anyway, as I can see, it seems that this morning your Don Juan attitude doesn't help you... Fortunately, some girls still know to make a difference between... you know what!"... It is, by now clear, that Linda has abused the booze... I am already angry, but, still, she's my colleague: "All right, Linda, it's enough!" The blond girl enters her compartment in a hurry, to say so... The conversation is over. The ski slope is wonderful. I am fully equipped, and Walt is giving me some directions - what to do, how to do, and so on... It so happens that the beginners slope is at the end of the normal slope. Two times I see the blond beauty from the train passing me by, on her way to the cable. Walt has gone to ski, long time ago, so that I am alone, and really tired of sliding thirty meters, then back, with so much efforts... I am a grown up, an adult, surrounded by kids... I cannot take it anymore... The moment Walt arrives, I just tell him that I want to go up, on the real slope. He simply says: "Hey, are you crazy?" "No, Walt, I'm determined to get started with this bloody skiing"... "Well, in that case, shouldn't we first make a call for an ambulance? Just in case!"... "Walt, with your, or without your help, I shall be going on the real slope - got it?" I look at him, and he knows, from my looks, that I am not joking... He thinks a little, then says to me: "Well, since you are so well trained - he knows about my training in Karate - I believe that you will be able to deal with the falls that you'll have to endure"... To make a long story short, I can tell you that I have fallen ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY FIVE times!... I was completely wet, the costume thoroughly wet, but I was still alive, with all my limps at their place... After I've reached the end of the slope, I've told Walt to mind his business, since I just intend to repeat the experience. I don't know if my voice, attitude, or just his determination to enjoy the wonderful day, makes him say good bye, and go towards the cable cue... I reach there, and start again. This time, I only have to count seventy five falls... I finally reach at the end of the slope, and take off my skis... I enter the restaurant, take a seat, and check if my back is still operational... I ask for a large bowl with boiled tzuica (a national spirit booze) and a bowl with soup... I don't finish ordering, when the blond beauty from the train comes and, without asking, takes a seat in front of me, at my table. She's very open, shining, and communicative: " Hi! I'm Carina! And you are?..." I look at her, surprised: I introduce myself. She smiles at me then continues: "Yeah, I know, apart from your name, the suicidal guy on the slope!"... I look at her in a serious manner: "Why do you say that?!?" "Well, mister, you owe me at least a cup of tzuica! You have, practically, ruined my day!" I'm amazed... "Why do you say that?!?" She composes herself, and shoots: "I have seen your friend taking care of you on the slope, but, when I've seen that he has given up watching you, I just couldn't help but watching over you, from a distance..." I cannot help but say: "Gosh! You were, if I may say so, my guarding angel!"... She's smiling: "It so happens that I know the chief of the people who are supposed to save you, in case you have an accident on the slope - and I was so ready to go and give him a call"... I look at her, smiling: "And, if I may say so, do you regret that it nothing has happened?" She's confused: "What do you mean?"... "Well, maybe you needed a reason to call him... Big guy, probably, good looking, and so on!"... She jumps on her feet, and starts going I don't know where... "Hey! Hey! Hey! I was joking! Really!" She stops, turns around, and slowly gets closer to the table... I stand up, and we shake hands - We make peace. After I promise that I won't make any stupid jokes, as I personally describe them, she finally accepts to take back her seat... She's a student at medicine, therefore, I realize her concern about me... I tell her about my skiing experience, about the fact that I hate having to leave in the evening, and she, as a good girl, tells me that if I really want to stay, for a day or two, she can try to arrange... We take our gear, and go to a villa - the room is great, the bed is great, so that I give the money that I'm supposed to give to the concierge - no official papers - and... invite Carina to a restaurant in the neighborhood... The food we order is exquisite, the beverages are the same, so that we really have a great time... When we are almost ready, Carina looks sad... "What is it?" She still looks somewhat sad... "I really wish I could also stay, but, unfortunately, I'm not prepared at all - no pajamas, no toothpaste, no nothing! I was prepared for only a one day trip!"... I relpy: "The real problem is the toothpaste and the tooth brushes - in rest, what the heck?!?" We just go and I buy a tube of toothpaste, and two toothbrushes. Carina is startled: "Why only one toothpaste?!?" "Cause you are going to share the room, the bed, and everything else with me!" She looks at me, with bewilderment in her eyes: "And... what makes you think that I would accept such a proposal?!?" "That's quite simple! You're a grown up woman, and you know what you want! Really!" "Well, I don't know! Really!" "Really! What don't you know?!? Can't you see that I'm ready to do whatever it takes to have you?!?"... She bursts into laughter: "It is really clear that you're joking! You buy some toothpaste and claim that you do I don't know what heroic act, without doing, in fact, the most simple, but essential thing!"... Honestly, I'm amazed and bewildered... We are in front of the shop where we've bought the toothpaste and things - the street is large, but somewhat empty... I just grab Carina by her shoulders, and, real startled and quite angry, look into her eyes: "What is it? Tell me!" She melts: "Kiss me!"... It's my turn to get melted! I embrace her and start kissing her in a frenzy... She stops me for a second: "Now, that you kiss me, you are not supposed to stop until someone passes us by!"... I have nothing against it, I really don't! Therefore, we stay embraced and kissing at least for a half of an hour! As I've mentioned, the street is somewhat deserted. Finally, a pair of young folks comes and enters the shop. We're done, but still have time to see that the two young ladies that were selling inside the shop at the windows, admiring our performance... We burst into laughter and move away... Our lips are injected with blood, we've really performed something great... We reach the villa, enter my room, and see that the concierge has arranged the stove to the max... I shut the window and lock the door - we are marooned on an island of peace... Her skiing suit just slides down, letting me see her wonderfully beautiful boobs, ready to be eaten and worshiped. Her nipples are just like soldiers, expecting the order to jump - my hungry mouth is full... I'm ready to eat every single bit of this beauty... And she's not the passive kind! She pushes me away and jumps away from her skiing suit, and all the rest of her underwear... I get the point and, in only seconds, let her see me as my mother has delivered me on this planet, a few decades ago... Her mouth is full with my tongue, trying to reach her throat, which, of course, is not possible. I'm crazy, my embrace is strong and fierce. I really need to bite this woman, but I need to find the right place - the neck can be seen, and, even if I'm wild now, in the back of my mind, I do remember that we do live in a civilized world... Finally, I choose her inner thighs. She jumps and shouts like crazy, but I just go from left to right, and return... She's forcibly pulling my hair, yelling and saying that I'm killing her. She, in spite of the real pain, enjoys the treat... I forcibly introduce two fingers inside her vagina, while my thumb is taking care, merciless, of her clitoris. She's pushing her waist against my thumb as if it is the end of the world... Her orgasm comes in seconds... "Aaaaahhhh! Oooohhhhh! Whaaaaw! Wheeeeew! Shiiiiit! Hiiiiit it! Let me have it all! Doooooo it to me!... My dick is uncontrollably hard, oozing precum and searching for a hole to jump in... I cannot even feel the soles of her feet on my chest - I enter her, hard and merciless, while she accepts me and lets me go deep, deep inside, until she cannot take it anymore and yells: "Shit! You're ripping me inside there! You are so big and hard! Do me! Take me! Kill me! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me! Come on! Don't stop! Just do it!"... I keep on banging her, with no mercy, for more than a half of an hour... Suddenly, she grabs me by my hair: "Stop!" Then she leaves me on the bed, and goes and starts searching inside the bag of things she's bought from the shop - she brings a plastic little bottle of lemon juice - she quickly unseals it, then sticks it deep down inside her vagina, and squeezes it a little. "Now, big boy, fill me!" I get in, and start pumping. She receives me, welcomes me with her legs surrounding my ass, then she tells me: "Now, you can let your fucking jizz fill me, deep down there!" "Keep on! Keep on! Keep on! Kick me! Kick me! Hold me tight! I'm cumming! I'm cumming haaaaaaard! Hold me! Take me! Don't let me gooooooo! Hit me there! Hit me! Gosh! You're so goooood!"... I cannot keep it anymore - I just push and let go... She's milking me, it's clear that she's orgasmed again, together with me... We rest together, until my dick slides out, naturally, limp and used. Now, we really have a problem, since the bath is on the hall, so that we're supposed to get dressed to reach there. Furthermore, I have forgotten to buy any serviettes, or napkins... It's shitty, but the sex was just great! Carina reaches for her purse and takes a cotton pad... So, the problem is, somewhat, solved... We have nothing - no pajamas, no wrappers, no nothing... She looks at my dick insistingly: "Let me clean you!" Suddenly, she's on her knees, and with her mouth full of dick - my dick! She stops for a moment: "You cannot even dream what a great combination can be the mix of jizz, my vaginal juices and the lemon juice!"... Gosh! I'm game! Hard as a rock again digging deep into Carina's throat. She gags, turns me away, and says: "Give it back to me, down there! I may be dirty, but it's our dirt!"... I'm in! Carina sighs in somewhat pain and desperation. My pelvis is pressing hers, and I'm sure that her clitoris is just happy... I start humping her, while she's giving me shouts like: "Yes! Yes! Do me! Take me! Yes! Hold me! Kick me! Pump me! Don't let me go! Hold me tight! Pump me! Kick me! Kiiiiilllll me!" She orgasms, once, twice, thrice! She suddenly grasps my shoulders: "Don't you dare spread your jizz inside me, down there! I want to taste you, eat you, drink you!"... It doesn't take me more than five minutes, until I feel it coming again... "Baby, I'm close, almost done!" She jumps - takes the bottle with lemon juice at hand and starts jerking me - I'm almost there - I let her know. She just squeezes a little juice from the bottle inside her mouth, then takes the dick in. Her tongue is making wonders - I let my jizz flow... She keeps me in, until I'm limp again... Then, she desperately looks around: "Now I really need to take a shower!"... Finally, what the heck? I take a blanket from the bed, and cover Carina's body. Then I check the wardrobe, find another one, and cover my body. "Now, sweetie, let's go!" The shower is fantastic. No flexible hose, the water coming only from above, the locking system of the door, broken... The only good thing is that the water can be made to be hot - real hot! We don't have any soap, any shampoo, anything at all... We stay in the shower for more than an hour, caressing each other's bodies only with our palms... Just water and friction... Carina isn't happy at all: "Tomorrow we are back at Bucharest!" Who am I to say no?!? It isn't, yet, eleven o'clock in the morning, when we're already at my apartment - at five o'clock in the morning we were giving the key of our room to the concierge - with Carina anxious to take a real shower - she kindly asks me to let her have the shower alone, so that I just sit on the arm chair and treat myself with a glass of whiskey. After she finishes, Carina comes into the room, gets on her knees in front of my chair, and starts sucking my dick - she's great at it, and, since she really insists, after ten minutes or so, I let my jizz fill her mouth... I then insist to take her with me into the bath tub - I let the water flow, and, after the water level is above her pussy, I stop the water and unscrew the handle. Then, I turn the water back on, and point the jet of the water towards Carina's pussy. "Oh! Shit! What is this?!? Shit! God! Shit! Oooooooooh! Gosh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Gooooood! Shiiiiiiit! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! This is it! Yeahhhhhh! Gosh! I'm finiiiiiiiished!" After she finishes orgasming, she starts laughing: "Well, knowing this, now, I don't think I need a man anymore!"... I smile, and screw back the handle to the hose... I embrace her, kiss her passionately, and tell her: "You may be right, you may not need a man, but this man needs to fuck you, and, if you don't mind, I'd like to explore your arse"... She tenses: "Wheew! I've only been done there once, and I've been forced when I did it"... She then looks into my eyes: "Are you gonna force me?"... I look at her, and hold her tight: "And... did you like it?" She smiles a little, smirks, then says: "I admit that I do like some pain, but... not that pain!"... I say nothing further - I lead her out of the tub and from the bathroom... We are on the bed - Carina's been riding me for more than an hour, having several orgasms, when I stop her, push her up a little, take my dick with one hand, and aim it's head towards her arse. When she feels it over there, she jumps: "I've thought that I've told you already about this"... "Yeah, but this time, I want you to try it yourself, at your free will"... "...I'm afraid!"... "Just do it!"... It takes her more than ten minutes until she decides to stick it in, but, when she does, she suddenly starts shivering - orgasm after orgasm - she's full of perspiration and she sighs... I make her raise, turn her over, on her fours, then stick my dick back, deep, up her ass. She has another orgasm, while I let my jizz fill her... Then I make her lay on a side, and we stay like that, embraced, even after my dick is long gone out of her arse... From time to time, I kiss her shoulder, lick it, bite it a little... We go back at the shower, and she spends more than a half of an hour in the tub... "Now, after using and abusing me for so long and in so many pleasant ways, will you please take me to the dorm, so that I can get rid of this skiing gear?" I look at her and smile: "Carina dear, if it would be only after me, I would keep you here, for an unlimited time, letting you wear nothing but some cotton tiny little patches during your periods"... She bursts in a laughter: "Don't tempt me! Here I've got good music, good food, drinks, no need to learn"... Carina - The English Version I also start laughing and get dressed. Since she's got the skis, we can only take a bus. We are welcomed by her three room mates, to my surprise, one more beautiful than the other. It's clear that they aren't only room mates, but also friends, since one of them is immediately digging in a corner for some tzuica, (as I've described, a traditional Romanian spirit drink) and starts the electrical stove to boil it... They are all coming from the Sibiu area, and two of them are from the same village... After the booze is boiled, one of the girls takes a large cup and disappears, downstairs, to the doorman... You might know, or not, but I'm not supposed, as a man, to be here, in the girl's dorm... After half of an hour of conversation, about only God can tell what, we hear a knock at the door, and the doorman enters, discreetly and politely, asking, with the cup in his hand, for a refill... I sense it's time to go... "Ladies, whenever you feel like it, my home is your home! You are always welcome!" The reply is sharp: "Why? Isn't Carina enough for you?!? Do you need some more, or some variation?" They all look somewhere else, but burst into laughter... I accompany them, and jokingly say: "Probably my ancestors were Turks, so that I probably have the habits to have a harem. The only problem is to have the money to maintain it!"... Carina comes and saves me, kissing my forehead first: "You take care of us as you do, and let us worry about the maintenance!"... Shit! It took me some time before I found out that her family was one of the richest in the area were she came from... II. As I am getting ready to leave, I look around and fill my eyes with joy... This is it! I simply love blonds, and here they are, four of them, one more good looking than the other. I also have a crush for blue eyes. Carina and another one have blue eyes, while another one has them sparkling green, and another one brown - what the heck! Nothing can really be perfect! "Now, beautiful ladies, or, to better express myself, my beloved harem, you'll have to excuse me, but I need to take my worshiped slave, Carina, to my palace, since I need to explore her for a while"... And now comes the difficult moment - I can still remember their real names, but here, I need to invent some - I shall write them on a sheet of paper, so that I won't mistakenly mix them... Amelia, the girl with brown eyes, jumps from her bed: "Why Carina? She's been out, skiing, or... pretending to, the whole day, yesterday! She hasn't learned shit! She should be grounded! Girls, let's punish her!" The following moment, three pillows are flying towards Carina... It's gonna be a fight! I can feel it! "Girls, girls, girls! STOP it now! Otherwise, I'll just get naked and punish all of you, each at a time!"... They look at each other, somewhat bewildered, and think hard... I don't give them time to come up with who knows what ideas. "He. he, he, you've really thought that I would be letting you see my little dick? Nooooo waaaaay!" Carina jumps: "Girls! His dick is impressive! For real!"... Amelia looks at Carina, in a reproaching way: "Shit! Carina! You do know so well that Nick and I have parted three months ago!... Get this bloody stud away from my view, before I need to change my panties to take the moisture away! You already know how slutty I can become! Move on! Take him away!"... She, then, with no shame, just puts her hand to her panties, and swears - she needs to change them... Honestly, I'm impressed - no shame, no nothing... I, somehow, thank God that the only one who knows my address is Carina... Or, should I write my address and telephone number on a paper?... I take Carina by the hand, and invite her to come - big surprise! "Sorry, mate, but I've thought that you got the idea!"... She kisses me on my lips. "You'll have to go home alone!" I'm amazed, bewildered, appalled and whatever... She looks at me, with pleading eyes: "I need to study!"... Therefore, I say good bye, and leave the dorm, honestly decided to forget everything. I don't take a cab, or a bus, or anything - I walk on the streets, trying to find a car to kick my ass... I'm mad... I cannot tell if it's been an hour, or more, until I reach to my apartment... Amelia is right in front of my door, in fact sitting on the welcoming carpet, with a book in her hand... She looks at me, and smiles: "I'm glad that you are alone! Carina has forgotten her ear rings and I was the one appointed to look for them"... I unlock the door, open it, and Amelia goes straight to the bathroom - she's happy, since the ear rings are there. Then she takes a seat on an arm chair in my room, and, smiling at me, tells me: "Carina has also told me that you really have some good whiskey"... I go to get the whiskey and, when I enter the room again, I can see that Amelia is naked... I cannot help but think about the penal code, and penal procedures, that usually consider that we, men, are supposed to be the rapists... Her nipples are sweet! I keep on sucking them for more than an hour. She seems to enjoy it... My fingers have already made her orgasm several times - she surely is satisfied, but she continues to insist to sit on the arm chair... My erect dick is hurting me by now, so that I stand up, and take off my clothes... Amelia looks straight into my eyes: "Look, I don't suck dicks! - still, you can do your thing up my ass"... She's on my bed, on her fours... I stick it in, with some saliva and no mercy... She's clearly taking it with experienced ways, and certainly enjoys it... In less than a minute, I'm game, showering her inner sites with my sperm... I'm thinking: I haven't fucked her cunny yet, but I've given her something to carry up her arse... I go to the bathroom sink and wash my fucking dick... Amelia enters the bathroom door, asking me to assist her, since Carina has told her that I do have the recipe to do not need a man again, all her life... I'm wondering, when the heck did they have so much time to speak with each other!?! So, the shower is on, she's in, I'm on the margin, and my dick is already hard again... I let the water fill a little the tub, then ask Amelia to let be everything and come and ride my dick, since she has become a member of my harem... She laughs, then jokingly tells me that, in fact, we are both members of Carina's harem... I ask: "What?!?" She laughs: "Wheeeeew! You reaaaaaaly don't know! Her parents are the richest in the whole area! She can buy us all! Everything included!"... You have to keep in mind that this is happening during the communist era, so, people with real and legit money are only a few... I stop, and seriously ask Amelia: "Well, if this is the case, how much is my dick worth?" Amelia looks at me, unbiased... "Amelia! I really don't care at all about Carina's money! I simply don't give a shit!"... Then, grabbing her by her hand: "So, you don't suck dick! I respect that, but... come and take it deep down inside you! I need to fuck you! Real hard!!... She obliges, so that we waste our time in the bathroom, for more than an hour... When I force her to come and sit on my dick, she cries like a baby, but cannot help herself to stay away from the fucking dick... She's a dick slave. I can feel her cervix, while I press and caress it, making her womb melt, while my dick head hits her deep, deeper and deeper... Then I hold her up a little, and enter her backdoor. She can only say "Ohhhhh"... I have nothing left out but my balls... I dig deep and have no limits. When my cum fills her arse, she's whining and praying for mercy, still letting herself fall on the mercyless dick... She finishes washing, then , with praying eyes, looks at me and tells me: "Look, I need to go back and bring those ear rings... And please don't tell Carina about what we've been doing!" "Yeah! As if she cannot imagine!"... I make a call, asking for a taxi,,, I'm tired like hell, so that I jump on my bed. I cannot really tell what I've been dreaming about, but Georgianna and Adrianne, accompanied by Amelia and Carina surely were included in my dreams... III. Now, if you are looking for explicit sexual scenes, maybe you skip this one... Am I dreaming? Oh, no! The door bell is really ringing, insistingly... I look at the clock on the wall - it's incredible! Five o'clock in the morning! Who the hell dares to disturb me at this time?!? Or, else, what has happened?!? I open the door, and... surprise! It's Carina! This woman needs to be educated... Carina jumps towards me, embraces me, and keeps on mumbling something: "Sorry! I'm sooooo sorry! Please excuse me! I'm sooooo sorry! Pleeeeease excuse me!!" "Girl of my dreams, do you realize that in less than two hours I have to be up and going to work?" "Pleeeeeaaaaase forgiiiiiiive me! Pleeeeeaaaaase! Pleeeeeaaaaase! Pleeeeeaaaaase!"... "All right, all right, now, what do you want?" "... I've been studying all night, and, at four in the morning, I could do nothing but think about you and Amelia. Gosh!You've made me so jealous! I cannot tell what made me stop, and not wake her up and start a girls fight!"... "Hmmmmm... if you don't mind my saying, when you forget something, especially at a fucking guy like I am, you don't ask friends to come and look for that or those thing or things... Now, whatever has happened, if has happened, between your beloved friend and my... dick, is, and should strictly remain our business. Got it?"... Carina quickly goes towards an arm chair, and, in moments, she's naked, then jumps in bed, under the blanket. She whispers: "Come, I'm cold, I need you to warm me up with your hot body! Pleeeaaase!" Who am I to refuse this blond beauty, with such an attractive ass and suckable nipples, attached to such beautiful boobs? Fact is that, comparing them, she looks and feels much better than her friend, Amelia... I slip under the blanket, embrace Carina from the back, and try to sleep, while my dick is obviously oozing some precum between her legs - I am definitely determined to do not fuck her - I won't let a wench dictate my personal schedule, ignore my resting hours, and so on... To my surprise, I manage to fall asleep, and, at seven sharp, I can feel a hand holding my dick, while some lips and a playful tongue are entertaining my dick head. Carina pinches me by my belly, tickles me a little, and, making a pause, tells me that it's time for us to wake up... I cannot stand to be tickled, so that I grab Carina's hair and start pumping hard - she's gagging, but I don't care - it takes me more than two minutes before I explode, filling her mouth with my jizz... I hold her tight, making sure that she swallows... Her face is wet from her tears, but she only says: "I've deserved that!"... So, she knows that she's been punished... We take a shower and get dressed, then she mentions that she'll leave word to the doorman to let me enter their dorm - she tells me where they hide the key, in case there is nobody home... I go to work, where, all day long, I do nothing but speak about my experience at skiing, the number of times that I have fallen, how interesting it's been, and that I shall soon repeat the experience... It is almost five in the afternoon when I unlock the door and enter the girls dorm. I lay on Carina's bed and, believe it or not, fall asleep. I pleasantly wake up, feeling some exquisite fingers scratching my scalp. It's Georgianna, waking me up to keep me company... She smiles at me: "Sorry, but you were snoring!"... I look at her, confused a little, without having any reply. She mentions: "Really! You were snoring and quite noisy!"... Then she continues: "You must be very, but very tired"... I caress her beautiful hair with my hand... She keeps on looking at me: "I know that Carina and Amelia have known you so intimately, but, if it is up to me, we won't do it here. I need space, intimacy, and no worries about someone entering, or knocking at the door"... Still, I take the liberty to feel one of her boobs... She doesn't stop me, but in less than a minute she raises, and goes to prepare some boiled tzuica. From a distance, she tells me, somewhat jokingly: "You do know that your morals are full of shit! Don't you?" I don't really think that I have a reply... "And, will you put all the blame on me?!?" "Well, of course not! Knowing Amelia like I do, and Carina's carelessness, I will never put the blame only on you!"... Luckily, Adrianne, Amelia and Carina enter the door, making a big fuss about us, Georgianna and I, being together but not having sex... We each drink a cup of boiled tzuica, then Carina and I get going... My place is receiving us with good music, some sandwiches, and, when I stick my dick inside her vagina, Carina just yells: "Yesssssss! Yesssssssssss! Yesssssssssss! I'm there!"... Then she turns around, grabs a pillow, puts it under her tummy, and, with her legs widely spread, she tells me: "Now, do me!" I ride her, inserting my dick into her awaiting cunt, while my thumb enters her arse. She's responding, arching her back towards my dick and thumb, and in less than ten minutes, I can feel that my sperm is ready to spread. I take off my dick from her cunt, and gently, but really determined, put it at the entrance of her arse... She lets me, so that in a minute, I'm done... We take a shower, then sip a little whiskey, when the door bell rings. I get dressed in a hurry, wondering who the heck may be at my door, at almost nine in the evening... It's a group - Adrianne, Georgianna and Amelia. They have come to take Carina at home... Carina is happy, I'm not. Still, I bring glasses and let them have some whiskey... Georgianna discovers my catalogs, and starts yelling that she won't leave my place before listening to some Led Zeppelin... Honestly, I hate it, but, if the woman needs to listen to it, what can I do?!?... We try to have some conversation over here, but Georgianna is shouting like crazy, since we are all supposed to respect and listen to the music... I let the matters roll, promising to myself that first thing tomorrow, my duty will be to erase everything named Led Zeppelin from my collection... Shit! I know that I'll never do that, but Georgianna's attitude is annoying... I make a call for a cab - in less than ten minutes, they'll be gone... The phone bell rings - I'm pretty sure it's the taxi, but, to my surprise, it's a fuck buddy of mine... "Let me call you back in a quarter of an hour! Please!"... All the four girls turn towards me: "Now, you bastard, you make us leave, and arrange for another woman to keep your bed warm!"... At this, I get angry, and they surely can sense it: "Now, girls, we've only met three days ago! What the heck!?! Did you think that I've been a saint, or something?!?"... They hurry to the door, and out they are... IV. My fuck buddy is a sweetie, as always. She's missed me, and comes to my place, and we do what we usually do, in various positions, making ourselves cum, and cum, and cum... She's got real important matters to attend to, so that she leaves. I am, to be honest, a bit tired of the jokes and attitude of those students. Finally, what the heck? There are already three days since I've heard nothing about Carina and her gang... It's five o'clock in the afternoon, when I can hear the door bell - it's Georgianna, telling me that they all need to study, reproaching me that I haven't visited them, and, finally, grabbing me by my dick, through my pants, and making me sit on the edge of the bed... The way she's sucking my dick is lame, so that I ask her to strip - I'm gonna fuck her, hard and deep - she's afraid, since, as she mentions, her pussy is tiny... "I'm only a bit larger than an ant!"... In the same spirit, I say to her: "Well, honey, I'll only stretch you, until you'll be larger than a cow!"... I don't let her give me any reply... I pinch her ass cheek making her cry... When she starts caressing my body, I cannot think about something else, but a piano player... She is wonderful... The way she caresses the back of my balls is exquisite - I simply love it... She pushes the right buttons, making me ready to cum in minutes... She then comes closer to me, and whispers, "Now, baby, just stick it in for a while, but don't move! Let me do all the tricks!" I haven't stuck it in, even a half, when she pushes my belly and asks me to stay still... She's milking me, whispering to me to keep my seeds in... I cannot take it anymore! I grab her feet, put them on my shoulders, and stick my dick deep, deep inside her. She yells! She cries! She shouts at me, calling me names... I have the occasion to find out that I'm a pig, an ox, a donkey, an animal, a caveman, trash... Finally, after all the appreciations, she orgasms - she orgasms great! No comments - just shivering and trembling... I feel like cumming too, so that I take it out and let the jizz spread on her belly and tits... I get a napkin and let it fall, intentionally, on her face... Then I lay on my back, relaxing... With a soft voice, I tell her: "Georgie, I don't know how you are gonna do this, but I want you to bring here Adrianne... I want to stick my fucking dick in her, too"... She's silent, while gently wiping the sperm from her body, then, with a soft voice, she tells me: "Tonight. Wait for her. I'll make sure that she will be coming"... I'm amazed... In fact, I've only wanted to annoy her, but things have escalated in a completely different way... Now it's too late - what should I say? That I've been joking?!? Her attitude gives me a thrill - I am hard again, so that I'm grabbing Georgie by her legs and hold her still until I enter her fucking wet cunt... She's silent, but shivers... I don't care - I take out my dick from her cunt and make her suck it - I let my jizz go... She runs at the bathroom - she does not swallow, and, generally, tells me that she is not the kind of girl that sucks dick... She is, let's say, upset with me... Honestly, I don't care, but I need to let her know that I care, so that, after she washes her mouth, I make her get my dick in her mouth again, for a few seconds... She's deffinitely unhappy, but I pour a little bit of whiskey into a glass and ask her to drink it, to wash her filthy mouth... We both say cheers. Finally, it's peace again... She makes a call, asks the doorman to call Adrianne, and, after five minutes, calls again. She tells Adrianne that I am quite upset, due to she doesn't know what reason, and that she needs to go at my place, keeping her mouth shut towards the other girls... Then, she goes to the bathroom, takes a shower, and leaves... The moment she enters my apartment, Adrianne, with her lightning green eyes, drills my brains and tells me that she was sure that Georgie has been joking... She can clearly tell that I'm not upset, nor unfucked, I'm just, eventually, curious to see if and how she fucks... She's really fond of Carina, so that she needs to know how she's being fucked... What the heck?!? These girls are twisting everything... She takes a seat on the edge of the bed, not before taking off her panties. "Now, big boy, or, better said, dick head - take advantage and stick it in! I've just finished my period, the day before yesterday, so that you can let your sperm flood me"... I'm not happy, nor angry. I keep on pumping her, until my balls explode, flooding her cunny... Carina - The English Version My jizz is already pouring on her inner thighs, while Adrianne is taking off her clothes and goes to the bathroom. Adrianne is a fine girl - the way she praises my dick, the way she treats me, it's more than I can bear... In fact, I'm wondering if I couldn't, somewhat, get rid of the other girls and have her as a fuck buddy, or something... She looks at me, and tells me, in a regretful manner, that Carina is her first priority, and that she will always be faithful to her... What kind of faith - you tell me!... It's late - very late, so that we go to sleep... V. It's been more than a week since I haven't contacted any of the girls forming, let's say, Carina's group... It isn't my natural way of being, honestly, but... I really don't know what pushes me to keep the distance towards these ladies... Anyway, we're almost at the end of the week and I receive a call - it's Carina, who, after reproaching to me that I've been neglecting her, blah, blah blah, asks me if I am ready to spend the end of the week at the mountains, at a not so well known ski slope, where she has lots of connections... Just like usual, by now, I have to wake up really early, and go at the railway station, where I meet the girls, who are all ready, and are also accompanied by two other colleagues, Roy and Bob... At the terminal station, there is a guy who, in a very servile manner, salutes Carina and invites us all to the car - it's an all wheels drive Aro, with benches for eight persons. The cabin we are taken to is quite exquisite, much more looking like a villa, each room having it's own bathroom... We are kindly requested to rest, for an hour, until the food will be ready to be served... I'm wondering what the heck of a skiing session will be today afternoon, since, after eating, I shall surely be very, but veeeeeery lazy!... I was suspecting already, while traveling on the train, but now I have the confirmation that neither Roy or Bob are connected somewhat with any of the girls... They are only colleagues... After we finish a wonderful meal, the host prepares some boiled tzuica, serves us, then kindly invites us to take a nap... It's already almost three o'clock in the afternoon, so that she skiing session is clearly compromised... I change into my pajamas, when a phone bell, like a cricket, rings and I answer. It's Carina's voice, who, like a pussy cat, asks me kindly to climb the upper floor and pay her a visit. Her room is exactly positioned as mine, but it has a lower ceiling, and a smaller window... In rest, everything looks exactly as in my room... The bed is welcoming us, so that we go to sleep... Carina's head is resting on my shoulder, while her beautiful blond hair is caressing my chick... I can only remember Carina's words: "Gosh, I've been missing you sooooooo much!"... I cannot tell about other guys, but for me, the presence of a beautiful woman beside me, simply doesn't let me sleep for too long. I wake up, embrace her a little bit stronger, and tell her that she's a beauty... We are startled by a knock at the door. It's Amelia, real desperate. She enters the room and jumps at me: "Go! Quick! Carina's parents are here!"... She grabs my hand and gone we are, down into my room... I get dressed, knowing that, sooner or later, Carina's parents will be anxious to meet me - there is no shit of a servant in this area that won't let them know that I've been fucking their daughter... A discrete knock at the door and a soft voice invites us downstairs, in the dining room. Carina's father is huge, just like me, but probably two or three times heavier. Her mother is the traditional peasant woman, even wearing the clothes specific to the area where she is from... When he shakes hands with me, he looks deep into my eyes, and I let him do it. He holds my hand, and tells me: "You probably know about me that, beside my name, I am the most powerful and influential man in this area"... I smile, and answer: "And you probably haven't heard yet, but I can tell you that the only thing I really appreciate is the human character"... Carina swiftly comes and embraces her daddy. He melts. Gosh, I only wish that I'll never have a daughter... He's game... The big guy shows me a table in the corner, and we go there. He orders wine. Red wine. A natural one, with no stupid chemical ingredients. His wife and daughter, and, in fact, everybody else keep the distance... We spend there a few hours, only drinking, peeing, and eating a little, just to have a reason to drink some more... He tells me the story of his life, including some things that can easily put him behind bars - I don't like to be hearing this, but... cannot stop him... Finally, he calls for his daughter. He makes her sit in his lap, caressing her beautiful blond hair: "Now, I know that the world has changed - if what you did to my daughter would have happened thirty years ago, I would have been looking for an axe to break your skull"... He sighes: "Now, she's only the boss of my old heart - I am her father, but I cannot tell her shit!"... To my surprise, he has water in his eyes - Carina embraces him stronger, then she tells him: "Daddy! I love you! I really do!"... I raise, shake hands with the big man, and go to my room... After a half of an hour, Carina enters my room, kissing me and telling me that I have really made a great impression to her father... "Now, Carina, what if your father wants to see you, for I don't know what?" She giggles: "He surely knows where to find me" After saying that, she swifts under the blanket, and starts sucking my dick. Gosh, I'm sooooo lazy! I simply need to lay on my side and let Carina do whatever she pleases to my dick. When she embraces my dick with her cunt, I feel like humping - but it's only instinctive... When I'm close to cum, I tell Carina about it, then let her mind inserting the dick up her ass... The wine has really done it's job - I'm sleeping... I don't know where from, but Carina brings some hot wet towels, washing my dick. Then she lays her head on my shoulder and we go to sleep... I wake up at half past four in the morning, and, looking outside the window, I can see Carina's parents taking the jeep (the Aro) and getting gone... I don't know what pushes me to go and see what's happening on the other side of the door of my room - It's a huge bag, with something in side. It's a dress for Carina and some real gold jewels... All that I hope is that her father does not imagine that I'm having any ideas to get married... At that moment, I simply don't know that in less than an year, I shall be standing in front of the officer, saying yes, and marrying a woman that, soon enough, will prove to me that she didn't deserve such a commitment... I regret it now? Yes, but I can suddenly remember that my second wife is such a sweet girl, and we've already spent twenty five years together... We make love, sweet and tender love, until I let my jizz spread on her belly... VI. Carina is wearing her new dress and the jewels... It's clear that she loves wearing them... Up and down, all around the villa - she's funny since the evening dress has nothing to do with the boots on her feet - she was prepared to come to ski, not to a wedding, or something... At ten o'clock we are finally ready, all of us, to go skiing. We are informed by the administrator of the villa that the car will collect us back home at fourteen hours latest, since they intend to prepare I don't know what grilled feast... It's clear by now that Carina's father has ordered the personnel to make us get fat, not to let us enjoy a wonderful day on the slope... I promise myself, in my mind, to never again accept such an invitation. The time is really great, not too cold, but the temperature is cool enough to make the snow perfect for skiing. The procedure is like this - the car takes us, on a road, at the beginning of the slope, somewhat on the top of the mountain, then, we start descending, and, while we do it, the car goes back at the end of the slope. Since I am the only beginner in skiing, everybody else has to wait for me. Luckily, I'm a good and quick learner, and Carina's instructions really help me improve. At about one o'clock, Carina gets bored, and she gives the driver the order to get us back at the villa - the funny thing is that she doesn't ask any of us about our opinions... Well, she's the host... While in the car, she whispers to me that soon, very soon, there will, most probably, start a storm. In less than a half of an hour, here it is, the storm - Carina really knows these places - that's clear, but she could have warned us all. I understand that this place is fantastic, excepting the fact that the weather may be really tricky... . At the villa, I enter my room and take off my skiing costume, when the "cricket" phone bell rings. It's Carina: "Have you taken off your skiing gear?" "Yes, why?" "Stop right as you are! I'll be there in no time!" Truth is, that I'm only wearing my shorts and a pair of socks on my feet. Carina enters the door, shuts and locks it, then comes and embraces me. Her lips on my skin make me tremble with desire. I can feel the need of sex within her, it's a certain chemistry... She's wearing a bath gown, and, as I can soon see, nothing else underneath. She takes it off, throwing it away somewhere on the floor, jumps on the margin of the bed and puts both hands at her pussy, massaging and caressing it. Her eyes are full of lust, while her smile is somewhat perverted. Her fingers clearly help her feel better, while her look is focused on my pulsating hard dick. "The way you've been listening to my instructions today have made me so horny! If it wasn't for the driver, I would have taken you and fucked you there, on the slope! Come on! Do me now! Pleeeeeeaaaaaaase!" Who am I to say no to such an invitation?!? When I get my dick close to her cunt, Carina opens the labia, letting me see what I'm gonna get so soon. And... yes, she's wet. Really wet! She presses her feet on my chest, while keeping her labia parted with her hands. When I penetrate her, she jumps, trembling, shivering, and telling me that she's already orgasmed. I can see the first drops of perspiration on her forehead, her delicate skin turning into red, while the veins of her throat are in full view. "Keep on! Don't let me! Push! Push!Fuck me! I juuuuuuust loooove it!" I start pumping her, like there is no tomorrow, while she's still holding her hands at her pussy, some of her fingers caressing her clit - she's crazily excited and keeps on yelling and shivering, orgasming like hell... After ten minutes I'm almost ready, and she senses it. She stops me, makes me take it out, and turns on her fours: "I want you, when you finish, to spray your seed on my ass and back"... Strange request, but, since this is what the lady of the house requests, why should I to refuse?!? I enter her from behind, with no mercy, and sense that she continues to stimulate her clit. I grab her ass cheeks and, somewhat in a hurry, since she's quite wet with her vaginal juices, I stick my thumb up her ass. She jumps, but doesn't protest, only telling me: "The moment you spread your seed, I want you to take away your thumb from my ass! I only want to feel the sperm over there!" In less than five minutes, I'm done. I spray her - she keeps on rubbing her clit and orgasms again, then she stands up and starts massaging the sperm within the skin of her ass cheeks. She then comes towards me, kneels, and starts to clean my dick with her tongue and lips, while still massaging her ass with her hands... I caress her beautiful blond hair, making her engulf my whole, almost limp, dick. She humms a little, then tells me, as a warning, that she may be so hungry, that she may eat it... Then she grabs the bath gown, puts it on, and goes away... After fifteen minutes, we are all in the dining room, where the large table is full with steaks and other special traditional foods, wines, tzuica, cognac and whiskey... What the heck! We are only a few, mainly women, and we are not supposed to stay for a month!... Anyway, as one of the guys says, it's better to have too much, than to wish for... It hasn't passed more than a half of an hour, when I have a problem. I cannot tell if it's from humming, from licking, or what, but I am almost fully erect and I need to fuck again. I go closer to Carina and whisper in her ear about my problem. She bursts into a laughter, then takes me by the hand, and gone we are, not before her telling all the group that I have a problem and that she has the solution to solve it... You should have seen the faces of the two waiters, who, clearly, have understood shit... When we reach her room, I almost rip off her clothes, I've eaten, that's right, but my real hunger is for her boobs. Maybe I bite them a little too hard, but I simply cannot stop. She grabs me by my balls: "If you don't put a limit, I will squeeeeeeeze theese!" I stop and kiss her lips, then tell her: "Honey, you, even with bruised boobs, can still have sex in lots of ways. Just squeeze my balls and... it's the end of the game!" We both start laughing, while she pushes me on the bed and jumps at me, licking my balls and the area behind the balls, making me hard as a rock... Then, she climbs on me, and lets herself impaled. She rides me for more than an hour - we are both full of perspiration - it's clear that she's tired, but still insists to ride me. She cannot understand how come that if I am in this position, on my back, I stay hard, but don't ejaculate. Let us not forget that she's a student at medicine... Finally, after another half of an hour, and some tricks applied to my balls and to my dick, she gives up. I make her lay on her back, and, in five minutes, I'm ready. I take it out, then go up and ride her face. While I'm jerking it, I tell Carina: "Now, baby! Open your mouth and let me see your tongue! I want to see my sperm sliding on your tongue towards your throat!" She obliges, but my first jet shoots her hard inside one of her nostrils - she jumps a little but keeps her composure, and takes the rest of my jizz on her tongue, just as I've requested. After I finish shooting, I insert my dick in her mouth, letting her lick me clean for a while, then go a little bit above and let her lick my balls, and even my ass a little. I love the way she uses her tongue, and she obliges... We then get dressed and back to our mates... Truth is that the booze has made the boys a bit tipsy, while the girls clearly do have an itch between their legs, especially since they do know very well what my problem was, that needed to be solved... Carina senses that too, so that she invites us all into her room. She turns on the radio, then takes from her bag a long row of condoms, puts them on the table, then says: "We will be just one floor below, into his room. The fact that you are only two guys and three chicks cannot be a disaster. I'm sure that Adrianne will be able to show you ways to make her world rock, even without using your penises on her, if you don't know that, already... My only request is that tomorrow morning, at seven sharp, if the weather is good, I want to ski. It's our last day here!"... After making sure that they've locked the door, Carina takes me by my hand and we go to my room. She turns towards me: "... Maybe you were tempted to stay there, with the group. I'm sorry. Who knows, maybe another time, but I'm sure that, if I participate at such an orgy, here, my father will be informed. And I don't want to break his heart"... Now, what can I say? I'm sure that her point is right, then, by all means, I have no curiosity, since I've already fucked those chicks, and I also have enough time to repeat the experience at Bucharest, in the safety of my personal apartment. After we get naked, Carina lays in bed, embraces me, and softly whispers in my ear: "Now, darling, if you just bear with me and let me sleep for a while, you'll be waking up with your dick deeply impaled down my throat - I promise to suck you, do whatever you wish, but, for now, I need some sleep"... I switch off the light and here we are, embraced and trying to sleep. The silence in our room lets me hear the noises from above - it's clear that our mates have a lot of fun, but, honestly, I enjoy my stay with this sleeping beauty in my arms... I've kept in touch with all these girls for an year or so, and with Adrianne I even went at some parties where the fun was to have sex with someone else's partner. She was somewhat kinky, perverted. She has showed me how she can stick a large cucumber inside her vagina, while sucking my dick. She also used to bring, from the faculty, surgical gloves and lubricant and asked me to have her vagina and anus checked... Crazy girl!... I'm not sure if I shall write about these girls again. Anyway, for the time being, this is... THE END Caring Co-worker... and Her Friend This is my first attempt at this kind of writing. More then happy to hear any feedback. Thanks * I've been married for six years now. It's a pretty common story, my wife and I started with a very active sex life but that quickly tapered off to the occasional encounter. We're in our early 30s, both quite fit and healthy. There is no particular reason we are so rarely intimate, just how things end up sometimes I guess. My name is Dean. I've been working at the same Marketing Firm for over 10 years now. I've known some of my co-workers longer then I've known my wife and have become very comfortable with them... perhaps too comfortable. There is one woman in particular who I am quite close with. A gorgeous redhead named Gwen, with very large breasts and an amazing lil' bubble butt. Her ears are adorned with numerous piercings and she has a really well done tattoo sleeve on her left arm (yes, I asked her if she has any other tattoos and she just shrugged her shoulders and gave me a coy smile). I never really thought of her "that way" until recently. She was in a serious relationship until a few months ago and since the breakup has been dressing much more provocatively then normal. Hell, a day last week she came to my desk to discuss a brief and her breasts almost popped out of this tiny white shirt she was wearing as she bent over my desk. I couldn't help but stare and I know she caught me. Again, I got her patented coy smile. We vent about everything during our lunches away from the office. She is well aware of my sexual frustrations. A few days ago over Thai, I thought I had gone too far. In my ramblings I admitted that I haven't received a blowjob since before my wife (she's just not in to that). I also said that the odd time me do have sex, I love to go down on her. I always makes sure she cums at least once from my tongue before we do anything. I surprised myself with the statement. Gwen looked stunned but responded casually. "That's just not fair. She should be giving as good as she gets. I know I would." Again, that coy smile was shot my way. We both had a laugh and I changed the topic of conversation to ease the awkwardness. I have to admit, I couldn't stop thinking about her the rest of the day though. My cock hardened as I sat at my desk, thinking about her soft lips wrapped around my shaft. Needless to say it was a long afternoon before I could get home and provide myself with a little release. That weekend, there was a party at an old co-workers house who lived out in the country. My wife was supposed to attend but wasn't feeling very well that evening so she opted out. I skipped the early BBQ part of the party and strolled in around 9pm. The party was already going strong. I said my "hello's" as I walked around and stopped in mid-stride as I saw Gwen across the living-room. She was wearing a short skirt, showing off her fantastic legs and a probably the tightest top I had ever seen. She was busting out of it and every man in the room was loving it. My mind immediately raced back to the though of her lips wrapped around my cock, head bobbing up and down. My cock twitched but it was too late to avoid her, no time to calm down. We had already made eye contact and she motioned for me to go to her. I didn't even notice her hot friend, Jen, standing beside her as I walked up and she gave me a big hug. There was no doubt she felt my cock twitch again as our bodies met, she let out a sweet little moan in my ear right before we released the embrace. That smile was waiting for me again. Not to be rude, I gave her friend a hug as well although I didn't get close enough for her to feel my hardening dick. Jen was a tall blonde, in her mid 20's with small perky tits and a tight ass. She was quite slim and looked amazing in her school girl like plaid skirt and white tank-top outfit she had on. I had met her a few times and we got along quite well. I had heard many stories from Gwen about Jens crazy adventures. She was a very free-spirited bisexual and I was sure she had a thing for Gwen. The booze was flowing heavily throughout the night. People were having a great time and we were all more then a little tipsy. As some point, I got the desire for a joint so I invited the girls out with me. The three of us stumbled outside and into the vast backyard that bordered on farmland. We walked around chatting until we found a nice open space in a clearing, the stars and moon lit up the area as if it were almost daylight. We all sat down in the grass, myself in the middle and I sparked up. We passed the joint around a few times and just sat there. To my surprise, Gwen blurted out to Jen, "Can you believe he hasn't had a blowjob in over six years! SIX YEARS! His wife won't suck his cock at all." "Damn, is that true?" Jen asked me. "You must be ready to explode or something... stay back, sounds dangerous." We all laughed but I had to admit that it was true. "You know what, you know how much I like sucking cock. I'd be happy to help you out." Gwen said while looking me straight in the eyes, "Friends help friends right?" Just hearing her say how much she enjoyed sucking cock made my dick jump. Without waiting for a response her hands were quickly rubbing my hardening cock through my shorts. "You certainly seem to be OK with the idea." I nodded and looked toward Jen. "Don't worry about me," she said "I'm always up for a free show. mmmmmmm. You suck him good baby." With that I laid back. Gwen had my shorts off in no time. She pushed my legs apart and positioned herself between them. I first felt her tongue gently teasing my balls. A few quick flicks followed by her sucking with force. She knew just the amount of pressure to use as she sucked each one in deep, soaking my balls. Her hand slowly came up and wrapped around my cock. She firmly started stroking me as she continued to work below. "Mmmmmm, damn baby, that looks fucking tasty. He's freaking huge." Jen said. I looked over and saw that she had her skirt up, panties to the side and she was slowly playing with her clit, watching the action. Gwen released my balls and said that it tasted even better then it looked before taking my cock all the way down and holding herself there. I could feel the muscles at the back of her throat contracting before she released, grasping for air. "I've been wanting this cock for years. I'm going to make you cum so hard Dean. I want you to cum in my mouth baby, fill it up. I want to be your whore." And with that I reached down, grabbed her hair and pulled her down hard on my dick. "mmm, suck me like a good little whore." Both girls moaned with pleasure, seemingly turned on by me calling Gwen a whore. I figured I'd try my luck and said "Take my cock in deep you little slut. Milk my fucking cum from that fat cock you little bitch." That appeared to set her off. She started sucking on my cock faster and harder, slobber dripping down my balls. Feeling that I was getting close, I held her head in place and started pumping my cock in and out of her mouth hard. "Fuck yes, fuck her face Dean. That's so damn hot." I heard from Jen as I kept pumping. "Jesus, I gonna' fucking cum watching you guys, fuuuuuucccccckkkkk." I watched as she started squirming, "Yes, cum for me as I fill up you slut friend's hot mouth bitch. Mmmm yes Gwen, I'm gonna' cum too baby. Suck up all that cum baby. Damn." I came hard in Gwen's mouth, shooting load after load deep down her throat. She kept sucking me hard, milking every single last drop from me. Ending it by sucking hard on the tip of my dick. I hadn't even noticed until then that Gwen had slipped out of her skirt. I don't even know if she had had underwear on but that was gone too. Her breasts were popping out the top of her shirt and she looked so hot. "I have to return the favour." I pulled her up forcefully. She slid up my body and mounted my face. She let out a loud moan as my tongue reached her wetness. I slid my tongue across her slit a few times before finding her clit. I teased her in my mouth, gently flicking her clit before sucking it in hard. She tasted so good and I started devouring her. I had forgotten about Jen completely with my full attention on Gwen. Without being able to see anything I felt hot breath on my still hard cock. Jen sucked me in deep as I continued working on her friend. After another minute or so, and a whole bunch of slobber, I felt her lower herself on me. "Fuuuck yes," I heard her moan as she pushed me in to the hilt. As soon as she had me all the way in she began bouncing on my cock with vigour. I kept my concentration on the delicious pussy riding my face and let her do her thing. I felt that Jen was getting close, her body was beginning to tense up. I broke off for a second just to say, "Cum for me you little slut. Yes." I promptly returned to my duties and had both women cumming in minutes. My face and cock were soaked as they both rode me hard. Gwen got off first, looking back to see Jen riding me for the first time, in the final stages of her orgasm. We watched as Jen jerked violently on my cock a few times before sliding off me and on to her back beside me. I looked up at Gwen, "Taste your slut friend off my dick baby. Then get it nice and wet for you." She quickly bent over and grabbed my cock, licking it from bottom to tip before taking me in. "Mmmmmmm, she tastes so good." as she released me. I got up and positioned myself behind Gwen, pushing her down on all fours, her head between Jen's legs. I pushed myself in with ease, grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. "Yes, your cock feels fucking good baby, fuck me," she screamed. "I'm gonna' fill you up with this fat cock Gwen, you're my lil' whore and I'm gonna' make you scream as you eat your slut friend," and I pushed her head down between her friends legs. Jen immediately took control of her head from me and forced her hard to her pussy. "My god yes... I've wanted you to eat me out for so long. Yessss Gwen, you feel so good baby." I watched for a second, taking in the site of my sexy co-worker going down on her hot friend. My cock twitching as it lay deep inside Gwen. I grabbed her thighs and started plowing in and out of her hard. I reached around and started rubbing her clit as I fucked her. I did all that I could to hold out, whispering "Eat that pussy ya good lil' bitch, make her fucking cum" in her ear as I kept going. Jen came again quickly due to Gwen's skilled tongue. I felt Gwen tightening too as I was reaching my peek. I couldn't hold out any longer, I told her I was about to cum. She lifted her upper body, her head close to mine and she looked back at me, "fill me up, fill up your little whore" and she slammed her pussy back onto me. I began cumming hard, filling her up as she kept slamming back into me. She moaned and pulled herself off me when I was finally coming down. She quickly turned around and took me in her mouth, savouring the last few drops of cum and looking up at me in the eyes. We collapsed together, joining Jen lying on the grass. We stayed there for minutes, just breathing together. Eventually we all got dressed and returned happily to the party. We were all a little too tipsy to drive still, so our hosts set up some sleeping quarters in the basement. More fun to follow... Caring Cousins Collude Sue's very distant cousin invited herself for a 'brief' visit that extended from a weekend to a week... then a month... then open ended. At first I objected to her rude intrusion. It helped assuage me that her petite body was outrageously hot and her very pretty face was so easy on the eyes. Fully dressed, even when conservatively, her bright blue eyes and gleaming smile could seduce anyone into yielding to her wishes then thanking her for letting you do what she wanted. Her youthful innocence was so endearing and belied her recent, doddering, old age threshold of eighteen. So far, she had evaded telling us when her birthday was. When Sue told me why she had to run away from home, I regretted my resistance and warmly welcomed her to live with us as long as she needed. I did, however, impose some household rules. She was not to substantially add to our financial burden and not disrupt or interfere with my preferred routines. When she asked me to explain that, I had the chance to learn of her intimate experience levels. I told her that I usually endured my in-home chores in the nude all day long. Reducing laundry is good for the environment and we all have to do our part. I threw in that aside since I knew she was strongly pro environment, though any thinking person HAS to be. When the California winter nights dropped below a chilly sixty, I put on ONLY a T-shirt or other top covering. If any of that was a problem, we'd have to rethink her visit or limit her access to our common areas. After an open-mouth moment of crimson blush and looking quizzically at her cousin, she agreed to my rules. When she asked if Sue passed the day nude too, Sue answered that she often did though it wasn't daily and she had no problem with her husband being naked around her. Amanda hesitated before asking if SHE too would be required to be naked with us. We quickly said she wasn't expected to be nude with us, but she could join us when she felt at ease with it. We decided it was too soon to tell her about our frequent naked weekends with guests. Amanda had her own room next to our bedroom, with a shared wall. We always left our bedroom door open, giving Amanda the chance to eavesdrop when she made any extra trips to the hall bathroom. We slept nude and uncovered, but left the lights off for Amanda's sake. During sex, Sue could get loud and we treated that as our normal routine and didn't curb our enthusiasm. After a week of hearing us thru the open door and shear walls, we were surprised and delighted to hear a resounding buzzzzz coming from Amanda's room. In a kind concession, though not asked, we decided to give her a month to adjust before openly flaunting our nudity at her; so Sue wore at least a light robe and I wore tighty whities or more stylish undies. Sue only loosely tied her robe so it constantly threatened to reveal her sexy parts as she moved. She always seemed to conveniently have both hands full when her sash loosened. With each day, she took longer strides so her legs were more and more exposed, but her bush managed to stay hidden. Her tiny tits bounced obviously against her robe with her exaggerated steps, but didn't fall out. I'm sure she was disappointed. Amanda's nocturnal outfits started with her wearing a heavy, two-piece flannel PJ with all fasteners buttoned. That seriously stressed the 2nd and 3rd buttons around her oversized boobs and left huge gaps between buttons. When Sue wore tight tops like that, her small tits, all the way to her thick nipples, were completely exposed in the gaps. Amanda's nipples were crushed trying to escape her deep cleavage and lamentably hidden from view. When she saw me trying for a peek, two things happened. Her nipples stiffened, revealing their size and location thru the thick top; and my underwear seemed to shrink! I caught her peeking at my swelling and taking longer and longer to look away. There's real hope yet. Unasked, Amanda opened two buttons on her 3rd night with us. The next night she risked another one, leaving all her cleavage and most of her bountiful boobs exposed. She kept her eyes downcast in embarrassment though we didn't comment. I noticed that she began leaving her bedroom door open too, though she still wore her PJs to bed. I must take a moment to describe our shared commodes. There's the hall bath which had no shower, just a tub. The master bath had no tub, but a shower stall. Amanda liked to get started early and shower daily so she used the master bath. Since she liked lonnnng showers, she caused delays for Sue and me to get ready for work. Teasing her about conserving water didn't help. The solution was for Sue to use the hall bath while Amanda used the shower, leaving me waiting for them to finish. The amended solution was that I would give Amanda under a minute to get into the shower before I would walk in to shave and get ready. The minute went to thirty seconds as I tried to accidentally catch her nude before her shower. I often caught her pulling her leg into the stall and closing the door. I was quite impressed with the brief glimpse of the smooth, round, naked ass she'd kept under wraps. Breathlessly, I often freed my dick while she showered in the vague hope she'd slide the door open and take a peek. We spoke thru the shower door until, feigning not hearing her, I stepped onto the toilet and looked over the shower door. I was very disappointed by how little I actually saw. The tease, seeing her naked and yet NOT seeing anything made my dick rigid. I pressed it against the frosted glass door and imagined her turning her head and sucking me into her young mouth. She never looked up at me though she often turned completely around while keeping an arm across her plentiful chest. I suggested we could save water and the heater if we shared the shower. She ignored me. After an evening shower one day, and getting playful, she asked for help with two painful little cysts on her right breast. I suggested using DMSO on them to help prevent them from opening, so she asked me to apply it. She asked if it were a 'natural' product. I lied. Then told her it was a spinoff of a natural process, which had some truth in it. She said one zit was above her nipple, and the other was even with it at three o'clock. With Sue watching, she pressed her hand over her nipple, opened the button below her tits and shrugged the PJ off her shoulder, exposing all of the top of one breast to us. Using a bare, clean finger, I applied some DMSO to the upper zit with more pressure than needed. I didn't want her to get aroused by this, yet. Her smile broadened as I lingered, rubbing her soft tit in bigger circles than needed. When I asked her to show me the other one, she hesitated, then peeled the PJ around her huge aureola, keeping most of it covered. I didn't comment on her prolonged nip slip. Again, I pressed harder than necessary around the blessed zit and went for more DMSO while asking her to stay exposed as she was. Pressing her plump tit sideways, then up, caused an obvious stirring in my briefs. After her morning shower, faking concern about using DMSO, she asked me to apply it again. And again. Twice a day for a few days. I asked if she wanted me to check the rest of her breasts for more zits, especially in the crease under her heavy tits. Indecisive for a moment, she chose not to allow me the pleasure. She did manage to almost casually comment that she was disease free, at least STD free. Hmmmmm. I noticed and appreciated that Amanda's day wear was getting more daring each day. She'd even begun sun bathing in our verdant back yard in a small bikini. Our neighbors loved the hot scenery. That Saturday Amanda tried on Sue's smaller yellow bikini. The bottom fit easily since both sides tied up, leaving more thigh/ass flesh exposed than it did on Sue. The top was too big for Sue and MUCH too small for Amanda despite the tie top. Amanda's very big aureolas were barely covered by the nomadic, tiny yellow triangles and she had to keep adjusting them to keep both covered. Unfortunately, she did a good job with them. She asked if we did anything special for Earth Day. I told her truthfully that we just were even more discerning than usual about the 3-Rs, avoided all clothing even outside (practicing for Nude Day) and tried hard to use only natural products all day. I told her we'd tried paper clothing one year, but then learned they were treated with inorganic fire retardant. Since then, if we went out on Earth Day, we wore our hemp clothes regardless of how strange they looked. I invited her to join us this year and wear the hemp until we get to our secluded picnic site where we would be naked outside all day in a heavily wooded park. She looked at me pitifully, as if I'd totally lost my mind. Three neighbor homes bordered my yard with minimal fencing and bushes separating us. It wasn't quite a park, but we were surrounded in cool greenery. Yet, anyone nearby may see her as she flips from belly to back on a lounger. I stepped onto our grapevine-covered redwood deck to watch her a while. Teasing or accident? She kept wrestling with the tiny top, sliding it side to side and letting one nip then the other slip. Her eyes seemed closed, but her little smirk told me she enjoyed stealthily watching me watch her. My loose shorts did nothing to contain my throbbing dick. Just as I pointed it safely down my leg, her furious tugging caused one cup to pop to the side and a giant, gorgeous tit completely escaped temptingly as I watched. The pea sized, rosy nipple was a surprise contrast to her huge aureola. When she pushed it back under the meager triangle and stretched the teeny top back down, the neck string tie snapped open and the same massive mammary was again fully exposed. I asked her to just take it off. It was time and Earth Day was coming! She hesitated and covered her nipple without tying the top. Sue, in Amanda's bigger bikini had come outside in time to see Amanda's tit jump free. She asked if she missed the whole show or if it was still coming. Amanda demurely denied there was or would be a show, then deflected that her big bikini top on Sue would let her put on her own show for us. Since Sue's tiny tatas floated nearly untouched by Amanda's top, that was an obvious truth. Sue said she was REUSING the big suit and she was jealous of Amanda's big tits and wanted to see them both. "My dick and I heartily agree and we think you are ready to come out of both those tiny yellow shells." Amanda coyly said that one of us would have to take it off for her, if we were THAT anxious to see her girls. That was a bright and beaconing GREEN light, yet also a dare to do it. As casually as I could, I leapt up and made my way to her. Before I got there, Sue rushed around me and laid Amanda back down on the heavy redwood framed lounger. She rubbed her shoulders from behind her and pushed the unfastened straps off. Amanda held the scrappy bits over her nipples, daringly letting half her aureolas stay exposed. Sue explored her big tits over the suit, pushed her hands aside then slipped under her cousin's top. She peeled the loose bits down and uncovered both tantalizing tits. Amanda gasped, looked wide-eyed and nervously around the yard, at her bared tits, into Sue's eyes then mine. I sat at her feet and watched my wife fondle and explore the firm, bare boobs. She slid the top around her back so she could untie and totally remove it and toss it on the deck. Sue said "If you're serious about Earth Day, we should start now. That was partially synthetic material, so it had to go. We'll check the label on the bottom too." Amanda seemed oddly shocked at the complete loss of the top maybe because there was no recourse left. Sue hefted the massive tits and offered them to me. "My God these are grand. I wish we could share them somehow. Sweetie, these are beautiful and though massive, they suit you very well." She squeezed them as she slid her hands toward the nipples, making them swell and bulge slightly like under filled water balloons. I licked my lips and lightly rubbed Amanda's calves and past her knees. She squeezed her shapely legs together protectively. Sue rolled her thumbs over the mingy, beaded, yet hard nipples. Amanda tried to suppress a groan, as Sue's ministering distracted her from her deepening camel toe and swelling labia. I could NOT miss the way the bikini strained over her flowering, luscious lips. No one but I seemed to notice some noises in bushes and I didn't comment. I reached up and petted her velvety firm tit and, for the first time, stroked her pebbly aureola. With a broad grin, she watched me stroke her then lean in to take it into my mouth. I kissed, licked, sucked and savored her young tit. Her back arched and she thrust her huge globe firmly against my face. Her moans ramped louder when Sue sucked the other tasty nip. More peeper noises. Leaning over her shoulder caused Sue's tiny tits to flop inverted out of Amanda's top. Amanda petted them gingerly then told her that she KNEW that suit was not all natural so Sue had to remove her top too. By then, Sue knew a peeper was watching and turned toward him. Amanda, slid her hand under Sue's top, pushing it up. She must have known about the peeper too since she aimed her cousin's naked tiny tits at the exact source of muffled grunts. Sue smirked knowingly, unclipped her top and let Amanda pull it down and off exposing Sue's bare chest to us and the peeper. "This is the first time I'm so blatantly exposed in such an open area." mourned young Amanda. "At least it's for a good cause." Sue sensuously kissed Amanda's mouth, then bent to suck her tit again. Amanda also sucked Sue. She was surprised at the tall hardness of Sue's perfect nipple. We both caressed Amanda's athletic legs and jointly rubbed up to her crotch. When I circled her pulsing labia, her legs slackened, her nipples hardened, her clit pressed harder against the thin suit, obvious over her swollen camel toe. She moaned louder. I untied both sides of her snug bikini bottom and flipped it open. "I'm soooooo sorry, but this is not all natural so it has to go too." What a great excuse! Surrendering to the loss of control, she spread her legs and offered up her moist and swollen mons. It was covered with tightly cropped, unshaped, pale blonde hair. "Now THIS looks all natural. I'll inspect it closely and let you know." Sue watched me trace up her fattened lips, around her clit and finally between her outer and inner lips. I spread her labia so her honeyed, wet aroma could rise. Amanda bent her knees up and bravely let them fall open allowing her undefendable pussy to gape open before me. I tugged her suit bottom and Amanda lifted her ass to let it slide out from under her. She cupped Sue's crotch and rubbed it over her suit while her other hand pressed next to her own monk's hood so her swollen clit temptingly jumped out with each push. I slipped a finger deep into Amanda's wet pussy and she gasped. "I can tell this is all natural. The silky fuzz looks, feels and ummm, tastes natural too." She reached over her head and snagged Sue's suit bottom, tugged it hard to make a gap between it and her hairy pussy which also moved her bottoms down and exposed half my wife's lightly tanned ass crack. I heard a moan from the fence as Sue pointed her barely covered, shapely ass at it. I pushed two fingers deep into Amanda and slowly twisted them inside her, feeling the uneven, wet, slippery, heavenly walls. Amanda watched in awe as I gathered her ambrosia then slipped my fingers, wet with her sex juice, into my hungry mouth. "Ohhh Myyy Goddd! This is about the best tasting natural juice we can have. All I need to do to tap more natural ambrosia is to wiggle this little button. Right?" Sue piped up that she wanted some of Amanda's sex juice, so I pushed three fingers inside and found a flood of sweet/savory nectar waiting. Amanda said she'd never tasted herself, but now, seeing us enjoy her so much, she wanted some too. I gave her my soaked middle finger so Sue and I lapped my other fingers. As we licked my fingers clean, I moved them together so our tongues melded and we all shared all fingers and tongues. Amanda squeezed her fingers into Sue's suit from the bottom and commented on the moisture in Sue's hair. Unsure what to do, she rubbed across Sue's lips then pulled her suit harder until the waist cleared her ass. "Why are you still wearing this synthetic pollutant? Take it off." Sue let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it, making sure to give our peeper a spread leg, open pussy view. She relished the bold exposure confirmed by a loud moan from him. Sue slowly swung a leg over Amanda's head and moved to put Amanda's stiff little nipple against her pussy. She bent and rubbed the nipple against her clit. I bussed her sweet naked ass and dragged a finger just inside her cheek so I could pull against her anus before slipping it into her sopping pussy. I watched her grind her clit on the other nipple then slide up Amanda's chest and offer her young cousin her soaked pussy. Amanda was surprised and wasn't sure what to do with it so she started rubbing it with fingers then her chin. "Amanda, wiggle Sue's 'dispense' button so you can have HER natural juices." I trailed a finger from Sue's ass, over Amanda's nipple and down her body slowly before diverting from her pubis to her thigh and back to her fleshed out labia. I looked forward to teaching her what her cousin wanted from her, so I began lightly kissing her thigh, licking it to her slit and blowing gently on it. Her twitching told me she enjoyed what she felt. I licked up one youthful, pristine lip, around her throbbing, erect clit and back down the same lip. Her hip lurched up as I pulled back, then it fell with an audible disappointed moan from her starving mouth. I heard our peeper move for a better view and hoped he had a camera so he could share his images with us later. Sue took advantage of Amanda's moan and moved her labia against Amanda's lips. When she turned her head aside, Sue caught it and stoked her lip with her labia until it opened. I helped my wife by pressing my hot, flattened tongue against her cousin's puffy pussy and licked up to her extended clit. She moaned and lurched up again. My tongue pushed her hood back farther and lightly pressed her clit. She gasped and Sue shifted her clit into her cousin's virginal mouth. I lapped Amanda's clit then abruptly sucked it between my lips. She screeched and her whole body vibrated in her first orgasm at my touch. Sue waited until I released her, then shifted her pussy across her lips until she had to give in. That time, Amanda gently, tentatively kissed her cousin's pussy for the first time. I could see her test the flavor and knew just how heavenly Sue tasted. She looked into Sue's smiling eyes and squeezed a nipple before kissing her vulva more deliberately. She licked her lips before returning to my wife's labia even more aggressively. I didn't want to distract her from enjoying her cousin's taste so I carefully slid my tongue away from her clit, but into her love hole. I already loved her dizzying taste as much as I loved Sue's so I gently curled my tongue and used it like a scoop to catch her drippings. My stiff cock was now beating angrily against my clothes to get out -no one cared that I was still fully dressed and they were both fully naked. Amanda was moaning and jamming her tongue into Sue's pussy and both were beginning to relish the contact. I saw Amanda push a finger into her cousin's throbbing pussy, under her tongue. I was about to do the same to her, so I copied that but pushed two fingers in. After licking and stroking her fabulous cunt a minute, I extended a third finger, but guided it against her anus. After a moment of tensing, she relaxed when I assured her I wasn't going to force her, just tempt her. I pushed it across her round muscle, dragging and rubbing her wrinkled ring. In a moment of distraction, I gently pushed the tip of that finger inside her rear and she lurched up, sealing her back hole around my captive finger. She quickly gave up all resistance when I lightly pulsed her anal ring in and out without going deeper. Sue kept grinding on her mouth and I lifted her legs onto my shoulders and spread her cheeks. I asked her to relax when I licked her asshole and to let my finger enter again, but much deeper this time. She reluctantly agreed and focused on Sue's slit as my thrusting, twisting, anal finger brought her to another quivering orgasm. She admitted that it hardly hurt for a few seconds then felt surprisingly good. We learned later that was her first anal penetration too. Caring Cousins Collude Sue turned, pulled off my shirt, leaving her tempting, bare ass next to Amanda's mouth. It was too soon to ask her to lick Sue's asshole, so she watched thru Sue's legs as she squeezed my swollen dick, still hidden by clothing. After opening my shorts, Sue bent down and noisily ate Amanda's wet pussy. She tugged me to move to Amanda's side. As I went, I pinched Sue's hard nipple and pulled it with me. Sue put her cousin's hand on my stiff, covered cock. She faltered a moment, nearly withdrawing, before cautiously and questioningly squeezing it and feeling its outline. "You know, I've seen this stiff thingy thru the frosted shower door several times. While you were peeking down on me, I watched you hump it against the door. It made me soooo horny to think you wanted me and were staring at my naked body. That's umm, really why I let you feel my boobies and ahhh 'needed' you to apply the DMSO. But I think you knew that already. I wanted to see this penis clearly and feel it and maybe, ummm, lick it. Fur sure I want to make it spurt and watch it. Can we do that?" So she was watching me watch her! "Why don't you take it out and ask it? I think you'll like the answer." Wide eyed and grinning, she struggled with it as Sue helped. Too anxious to wait for it to appear, she shoved her trembling, warm hand into the open shorts and cooood when she felt my bare, turgid, tool waiting for her. No whities to impede her, she gently slid her hand down to my puckered balls, circled them softly before returning to my stiff shaft. She watched for my reaction as she pressed harder and harder against the rigid rod. My eyes closed at the onslaught of pleasure. Sue pealed open the shorts and slid them down. Amanda watched my eager cock appear. When it dropped securely into her palm, she finally got her fingers around it and squeezed hard. My mouth fell open and I gasped loudly. I heard Sue tell her to pull the skin down and squeeze hard so the crimson head would turn purple. She did; I moaned in exquisite agony in the foreign grip of this beautiful, young stranger. Sue piped up, "We have a delicious fluid we can share, but he has TWO. If you want to see it squirt out here, you'll have to lick and suck it. Start with the ropey bundle connecting the head to the skin. Have you ever done that before?" I'm glad Sue could still focus on questions since I was in a dizzy euphoria already. Doubtless that was from the combination of being outside, being watched, being naked the first time with this family stranger, tasting her luscious tits and heavenly pussy, having my naked wife exposing herself to her cousin and a neighbor while feeding my throbbing, turgid tool and her own sexy body to her young cousin, ohh myyy! Amanda answered that she had handled and tasted cock before, but never willingly or lovingly. This felt very different to her. I told her to open her willing mouth and stuff my loving cock into it then and savor the new experience. She grinned at my taunt and licked the bottom of my shaft to the tip making me shiver. Sue moved between her legs so she had a better view of her cousin sucking her husband's dick for the first time. "You must be doing something right! He rarely shivers like that. Catch that clear drop escaping his dick or I will. It's kinda sweet and delicious." Amanda stared at the drop of Cowper's as if it were the first time seeing any. We later learned it was. Her previous experiences were all forced and she never looked at or tasted what she was coerced to swallow. She'd never been allowed any foreplay. I felt privileged to show her how different a loving approach was. She touched my sweetness and glans gently with her thumb, feeling how slippery it was. Tentatively, she reached out with her tongue and stole the smallest possible drop from the bead of my fluid. We watched her lip-smacking, contorted face squirm as she evaluated the evidence and our credibility. In seconds, she smiled broadly and licked her lips. "Yummmm, delicious! I had no idea it tasted so good. More, please." She blissfully licked all the Cowper's off my head as I groaned louder and louder. Sue smiled and pushed her legs apart so she could get more of Amanda's flowing nectar. I told her how to coax the rest of my clear juice from my aching dick. After she took it all, she demanded more. We told her it was time to advance and solicit the other juice that comes from my balls. She had yet to learn how to lovingly and effectively suck cock. "You know, Amanda, you have TWO fluids from your groin also, but I have THREE. If you're really committed to Earth Day, you'll do something with the other one that is usually considered a fetish. So, what's that other fluid?" She couldn't guess. "Urine! It's sterile when it's fresh out of the tap and many claim it has several health benefits from drinking it. One day we'll work up to that, but NOT today." "You're not planning to pee in my mouth, are you?" "No grasshopper. If that day comes, we'll pee in a glass and drink it down. Astronauts already drink it, but only after deep filtering. They, and some survivalists, must practice the ultimate recycling. Don't worry about it now." After the briefest of lessons, Sue showed her one of several ways to eat and massage a stiff dick. When asked if she'd ever taken one into her throat, she said she had been forced to take several there and always gaged and spit up. Several??? Sue assured her she would teach her how to enjoy and want to take it deep into her when she was ready. When she demonstrated her deep throat, I turned toward the new noises I heard. There, in the bald area in our flower wall, was our naked neighbor with his camera. Before I could say anything, Sue gulped me into her warm, wet throat. Amanda gasped at the sight just as I gasped at the fantastic tightness of her velvety throat. I saw a flash and briefly wondered why he needed it on in such bright sunlight. Maybe he wanted to be caught and invited to join us? It was too soon to expose Amanda to another sexually, so I said nothing. "OK, Amanda. Rest his dick on your tongue and carry it into your mouth. Wetness, pressure and temperature let you control when he cums. You'll draw the most cum if you bring him close, but then change to weaker stimulation then go back to high stimulation. It sounds mean, but you'll learn how to balance the intensity and make it all worth while. Seal your mouth around his cock and feel the surges as you change how hard you suck him. Break the seal and draw cool air over his cock. Sometimes that will cool him down, but sometimes that will throw him over the top. Enjoy practicing on him as often as you like. Learn the signs that tell you when he's close. His dick will swell and his head will throb and fill your mouth just before he pops. If you don't want to taste his cum, either pull him out or take him deep into your throat. You may like the taste of his cum, depending on what he ate. If you do, let him fill your mouth so you can savor it before you swallow. It's low calorie and full of healthy protein and good recycling, though I don't see how spilling it onto the grass is bad." Sue took one more big lick then offered my still aching dick to her cousin. Amanda followed directions well. Except for sucking cool air over my dick as it first entered her gaping mouth, she was gentle and loving. On her own, she rolled her lip over her sharp teeth and cushioned my cock as it sought shelter within. Besides the warm wetness of her cavern, she tried exhaling hot air directly from her lungs over my dick and out her mouth. It worked and ramped up the intense splendor. Sue had returned to Amanda's pussy with two fingers inside and her tongue on her pulsing clit. She watched our student pull my dick out of her mouth and stroke it several times. The change in stimulation worked as Sue had taught her. When my breathing slowed again, she sucked me back into that wonderful mouth. She felt my dick throb its warning and repeated the cool down again. Damn! This was too didactical. I shouted, "I NEED to cum soon or burst!" Sue gave her a 'thumbs up' to both congratulate her and warn that it was time to let me cum. Amanda really began enjoying her power. She stroked me in her mouth as she sucked harder. I could tell she was undecided about where I should cum. Sue watched carefully and timed her finger strokes inside Amanda so they intensified when my cheeks clenched. In a simultaneous moment, Amanda sucked my throbbing head against her throat, but pulled it out and stroked me hard and long just as I exploded on her face; before she could react, Sue twisted her fingers up and swiped her G-spot before stroking past it several times. In that loud instant, I bellowed my release and Amanda shrieked happily in surprise at her own intense orgasm. She wasn't sure what to do with my still erupting dick once she realized she was still gripping it, so she let it drain its last spurts on her big tits and forgot about my spew on her face. I caught myself on the arms of the lounger so I didn't crush her as I fell forward, but we were both gasping wildly just an inch apart. I never liked the taste of my own cum, yet I found her stained lips and kissed her breathlessly. She pulled away, eyes popping, for a second before returning my kiss. My tongue licked her teeth and begged entry. Her tongue met mine and in that second I knew she'd caught some of my seed in her mouth. I briefly fought the urge to pull away, but the splendor of her warm tongue and the knowledge that she also was tasting my seed pulled me back into her. All that existed in that moment were our passionate mouths, so we were not aware of Sue standing over us and licking her lips like the Cheshire cat. Mission accomplished. Amanda was comfortable with us and already more indoctrinated that we'd dared hope. When we finally broke our kiss, Sue bent over Amanda and sent her tongue into her mouth. Amanda commented that her face tasted like pussy. Sue said she loved her pussy taste as much as I did and began licking my forgotten seed off Amanda's face. Seeing her enjoy the flavor, Amanda scraped some cum onto her finger and into her mouth. She said "I don't know about the urine, but I might grow to like the taste of sperm, so give me more now, 'please sir'." I lifted a dripping tit to her mouth and offered her some more before my wife licked it all off her. Watching them both clean my sperm off Amanda's big beautiful tits got my dick swelling again. Amanda cupped it and wondered if I were ready to perform again. "Give me a few more minutes." I said. "Let's go inside and see if we can all squeeze into the shower together. Gotta save that water. I declare the official start of naked housing right now- no further need for clothes." I helped them both up and gave each a warm hug and another deep wet kiss. "I don't see ever tiring of this erotic delight. Amanda, if you're up for it, you may join us in our bed tonight so we can continue your fun reeducation. Of course, we don't have to wait THAT long." I opened the door and watched two fabulous naked asses sway past me deliciously. Just before we all entered the house naked, I turned and bellowed to our new friendly neighbor, "JIM, we'll probably be sunning again early morning in our great outdoors here. You're invited to come over tomorrow either then or into the house about two, but only if you and your wife come naked and bring the photos you took." I didn't wait for an answer, yet as I slid the door closed, I heard a faint "OKayyy." response. =================================== /\__/\ ( ~ ~ ) > * [g ck 3/15/10]=========== 5974 words ==Submitted 3/15/10 | posted=3/xx/10 Caring for the Colonel All I ever wanted was to be a good person. To be kind. To be compassionate. I wanted to help people. To cure them from illness and disease. But unfortunately I had neither the grades nor the money to get into medical school, so I turned to nursing. Even if I couldn't be a doctor, I would still be able to help people, to ease their pain, to relieve their discomfort. It was a wise choice. A doctor really has no deep or lasting relationship with the patient. He does his job and is occasionally reachable by phone. A nurse, on the other hand, has a lasting and affectionate bond with the afflicted one. All in all, a much richer and more profound relationship. Soon after getting my RN, I was fortunate enough to obtain a good position on the night shift of Kingston Memorial, one of the best hospitals in the city, specializing in cardiac care and Alzheimer's. Naturally most of my patients were in their golden years, but I have a great fondness for the elderly. They have a good deal of common sense and wisdom derived from having survived so many years on this perilous planet. The only bad thing about my job was that I was on the night shift. That gave me little opportunity to have a normal sex life. Not that I had ever had a normal sex life. With all the studying for exams I had never really had the time for any copulative activity. Nor had I ever really had the talent for it, I suppose. Girls always found me something of a nerd, and I must confess that I was forced to take my sister to the high school prom, having been turned down even by Elspeth Kent, the fattest homeliest girl in the school, who also had a bad skin condition. Fortunately, I had gotten a small scholarship to attend the Lemington Nursing Academy, which certainly did not include money to spend on romancing women. Taking girls to MacDonald's and the neighborhood multiplex was simply out of the question for me. The most I could afford was a few magazines, and I must admit that I relied on my left hand a good bit. (I am a southpaw.) Well. One day, things would turn around for me, when my career was established. I would not be a virgin forever. The interesting thing about the magazines was what seemed to arouse me was the male penis. Big, stiff, hard. Nothing like my little endowment. I found it very exciting to see those big penises going into those little pussyholes. It was so sexy that I would ejaculate the very moment I might open the magazine to a particularly enticing photo. I wondered if I might be gay, but did not really dwell upon the thought. What difference did it make if you were straight or gay when your romantic partner was a periodical? I had some wonderful patients at Kingston whom I grew very fond of while they were recuperating from whatever illness or procedure they had endured, which had required them to be there. My first and greatest friend was Colonel Marchand, a retired marine in his late fifties. We had long and interesting conversations about his military career when I was not too busy tending to the other patients on the floor. Colonel Marchand was something of an insomniac, and not even the strongest sleep medication had any effect on him, so that long after the other patients were asleep he remained wide awake. Colonel Marchand was lean and rugged for a man of his age. He had thick black curly hair, just slightly streaked with gray. And he had a clear ruddy complexion. It seemed that he was very athletic, even now, which had caused him to break both of his arms and his left leg speeding off the edge of a closed and forbidden ski run. Poor Colonel Marchand. It was impossible for him to even urinate by himself, and I had to hold the urinal for him and look away as he relieved himself. I know he was embarrassed as well. Sometimes, to make sure it all got into the receptacle I was even compelled to hold his penis. It was a very long penis. And thick even in a non-erect state. I could almost imagine him having posed for magazines in better days. I told him all about nursing school, and the little rooming house near the hospital where I was residing, and about Mrs. Kennedy, the landlady, who cooked dinner for me every night before I left for the hospital. There, we would eat in the small kitchen. Myself, Mrs. Kennedy, and her unattractive daughter, Cecilia, who apparently was waiting for me to invite her out to MacDonald's and the local Cineplex on one of my days off. But that was not going to happen. And Colonel Marchand described to me his many adventures in foreign lands. His experience in hand-to-hand combat in various wars, and his great success with the ladies all around the globe. He had at one time been married, but was now a widower with no children, which I think sorrowed him. But he laughingly assured me that married or not, he had always enjoyed playing the field. He seemed to have a free and easy view of sexuality, which was very educational to me, since I knew nothing about it at all. Colonel Marchand was extremely distressed with his current disability. He hated not being able to do for himself. He hated having to depend on another person to help him, even if it was a 'nice young man' such as myself. Night after night we chatted while the other patients were asleep and he began to reveal his deepest feelings to me. He told me how much he missed having sex. He was, after all, a hot-blooded fit male who needed frequent release. I did not reveal to him the fact that I was sexually naïve. I was afraid he would laugh at me and I would lose his friendship, which I was growing to depend on. He must have taken a great liking to me, which was a new experience for me. No one had ever taken a great liking to me before. And I began to feel a certain affection for him as well. You can imagine how excited I was, when he told me that when he recovered he was going to take me on fabulous ski trips, and we would go deep sea diving, and spelunking (which I looked up in the dictionary and discovered was exploring caves) together. All things I had never dreamed of doing. I explained to him that I could never go, that I had to work for a living and could never afford such a life-style. But he told me not to worry, that he would take care of everything. That it would be wonderful to have a young person like me along as a companion. And that as a nurse, should he have another accident, I would be right there. I was beginning to dream about those future adventures with the handsome colonel, whom I was now a little in love with. Yes. I now had to admit to myself that I found Colonel Marchand dashing and masterly. I longed for him to sweep me up in his strong arms as we tobogganed down an icy groove in the powdery snow. You see, I had never really had a father, myself, being the fourth of eight children of a welfare mother. And none of us were 100% related. I was never really sure if my mother was a tramp or a whore. But I suspected both. My sister, Agnes (the one who had gone to the high school prom with me) was now taking drugs, hustling, and supporting a demanding pimp. And all through my school years, I had never had a real friend. I was (yes, let me admit it) an outcast. So it was only natural that I was flattered and seduced by the nightly attention Colonel Marchand was paying to me. I wanted his friendship badly. It was after about two weeks that the talk started to get even more personal. Mr. Fledgely, the other patient in room 552 had taken a sleeping pill hours earlier and was snoring away. Colonel Marchand rang the nurse's bell, and I came running. "Yes?" I asked, peeking my head in at the door. "I hate to disturb you," he apologized. "But I need to take a pee." "Of course," I answered, getting the urinal. "I hate to be such a bother," he said. "I'm so used to being independent." "Well, you're in the hospital now and you're hurt, and you're under my care, and whatever I can do for you, I'll be more than happy to do," I avowed. "Really?" he asked, and the look in his eye was a little funny, but I just dismissed it. I raised his hospital gown and placed the urinal under the tip of his penis. "It feels like it might slip out. You'd better hold it," he warned me. "Okay," I agreed and gently enclosed it in my hand holding it into the urinal. "You have such nice soft hands," he told me. "I do? Thank you," I said. "Just like a woman's hands," he continued. This made me a little embarrassed. I did not what to be thought of as effeminate. "The way you hold it. It just feels so nice," he breathed. "Did you learn that in nursing school?" "I guess," I said, not looking at him, half evading the question. I could feel the hot liquid rush through his fleshy tube and flood the plastic container. When he was finished, he asked me to shake his organ and squeeze it so that there would be no little drops left to soil his gown. I, of course, did as he requested. "Oh. That feels so nice. Your hand feels so nice on my prick, Cooper. Just rub it a little." "But Colonel Marchand," I protested. I could feel his instrument stretching out both lengthwise and widthwise in my hand, and I'm sure my face was red, but fortunately the room was dark, except for the little night-light above his bed. "Please. Do it for me. Just hold it a few seconds. I can't hold it myself. And we're friends, right?" "Yes" I said hesitantly, happy that he considered me his friend. "Why don't you put that urinal down on the floor, there, like a good boy, Cooper." I set it down and stood back up, closing my left hand around his now rigid length. He groaned slightly. I looked cautiously across at Mr. Fledgely, but he was out like a light, and the floor was pretty quiet right now. It was 3 a.m. "That's it, Cooper," he said to me, almost crooning. "You have such a sweet touch. It feels so good the way you hold it." "I'm glad," I told him. "After all I was his nurse, and if I could make him feel good, so much the better. I actually felt it throbbing in my enclosed hand. "If you could move your hand up a little----gently------yesss-----just like that------and now-----maybe back down a little---yessss. Yesss. That's nice." I suddenly came to the realization that I was masturbating Colonel Marchand, and I was shocked with myself, but I didn't dare to withdraw my hand. And also I didn't really dislike it. "You know a rugged-athletic guy like me needs to cleanse his system regularly, if he wants to stay healthy." What did he mean? I didn't even want to think. "I got three weeks worth of jizz in those big balls of mine (they were unusually pendulous and weighty looking.) I need to get it out, but both my arms are in casts. You'll help me won't you, Cooper? You're my friend, right?" "Yes," I said. I now knew what I had to do and was determined to help the colonel out of his predicament. I stroked, and I fluttered my fingers, and I tickled his large testicles, following all his suggestions, of course, and he groaned and moaned, and I kept looking back over my shoulder at Mr. Fledgely, but so far so good. And then The colonel's powerful behind started bucking on the hospital bed and he was making unheard of sounds, and then I felt the organ thicken in my fingers, and gobs and gobs of thick white gluey ejaculate came out. It must have been congealing in there for a month. I know that mine is much more liquid. His forehead had broken out in a sweat and he was panting. I gently released his spent organ, and reached for a tissue on the night table, and with the tissue, I wiped up the mess I had made on his abdomen and thighs, and also in his thick curly black pubic hair, which was just slightly turning to gray. I wiped my own hand, and threw the tissues into the wastebasket by the bed. But I took another tissue, and swathed his damp brow with it, which he seemed to appreciate. It had been an effort for him to be ejaculated, what with both arms and one leg immobizilied. I then took another tissue and wiped my own forehead. I was damp too. "That was wonderful, Cooper," he smiled. "You're such a good guy. We're gonna have such a good time climbing Annapurna." And then he dozed off to sleep. The pills hadn't worked, but the ejaculation had. I had really performed a medical service for that man (let others think what they may.) I was a true nurse in every meaning of the word. Take that Florence Nightingale! Bet you never did that for your wounded colonels in the Crimean War. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised, when he rang for me again around 3 a.m. the next night. Colonel Marchand, of course, needed to pee. By this time I knew what the score was, but I was okay with it. Mr. Fledgely, in the other bed, was as usual deep in slumberland. But it didn't proceed exactly as it had the night before. In the middle he stopped me. I was doing everything he wanted, stroking and flittering my fingers all around his penis and testicles and then grabbing hold of it. Everything just as he instructed, and then suddenly he stopped me. I didn't understand. What had I done wrong? "You know what would feel even better," he explained. "If you bent down and took it in your mouth. Get it real wet with spit, and then slide your mouth up and down on it, up and down, just like you did your hand, and when you slide your mouth up and down, you can lick on the head a little with your tongue, and you can even make a kind of suction in your mouth to draw the milk up. He put the heavy cast, which was his left arm on the back of my neck, and guided me to take his turgid erection in my mouth. I didn't fight it. It was almost like a learning experience, and I love to learn things, and moreover I was happy to know that I was giving Colonel Marchand pleasure. It must have been much pleasure, because he roared and slammed my head down on his prick, so that it went all the way down my throat and I choked, and I felt his juices guggling up in the back of my throat and sliding down into my stomach. I tasted the last few drops on my tongue as he gently lifted my head off, holding my hair with three exposed fingers. It was not an unpleasant taste. "You're just gonna love it, Cooper, when we paddle down the Nile, you and me." It sounded wonderful. I might even develop a muscle or two. Paddling down the Nile that is. After another night, I didn't even wait for him to ring. I just came in and did my job. On the third night he had another thought. "I thought of something that would be even better," he told me. "What's that?" I asked. I really knew nothing. "Well if you could just drop your scrubs, and maybe climb over my middle, and------- well, you know." "No," I said. I didn't know. "You won't do that for your old friend?" "I didn't say that. You said 'you know" and I said 'no.' I don't know" He laughed. I guess I must have seemed awfully stupid and unworldly to him. "Well what I want you to do," he explained , "is sit on it." "How can I sit on it?" I asked. I was really perplexed. "Didn't you ever have it in the ass?" he asked me. "No," I said indignantly, almost waking Mr. Fledgely. "Well you're in for a real treat, Cooper." "Really?" "Take my word for it." "Well, okay." I dropped my pants and started to climb up on the high hospital bed. "You got some lube?" he asked. "Lube?" "If you never had it in the ass, Cooper, it won't go in dry. Go get some fucking lube." "Where?" I asked. "I don't know. This is a fucking hospital. You work here." He was getting a little annoyed with me. I remembered where they kept the lube, and pulled up my pants. I ran down the hall to procure the gel, and hurried back. "Lube up my dick," he told me. I coated it from top to bottom and all around. "Okay. Now get some of that stuff on your fingers and work them into your little hole." Naturally, I followed his every command. I might have been one of his privates in the corps. "You ready?" he asked me. I knew I wasn't. I was tight. I took more lube and worked my fingers around trying to spread the hole for him. Finally I crawled above him, facing him, my anal opening poised over that large pointy spear. "Now sit on it," he said. And slowly I did. Little by little, I worked the head in. That was the hardest part. It hurt a little, so I rested, but then I started sinking down on it, until I was indeed sitting on him, his hard cock up my asshole, my buttocks resting on his heavily muscled thighs. "Now work yourself up and down on it," he told me. Finally I understood what it was all about, and I must say that as he clucked and crooned, I myself gave in to a passion I didn't know I had. My own penis erected and I grasped it and began to masturbate myself as I massaged my insides with his hard thickness. "AAAAAGGGGHHHH," I started moaning continuously, until I saw Mr. Fledgely, in the next bed, flick his eyes open, and stare at me in consternation. Then he fell back to sleep. As the colonel shot his load inside my body, I ejected my own seed onto his belly. After falling on his chest for a few moments of rest and affection, I sat up again and reached for the box of tissues. "That was great, Cooper," he told me. "You're the best RN in the world. Anytime I get sick, I want you with me. You hear that?" "Yes," I breathed happily and gratefully. "I like you. I think I'll take you with me to the Olympics next time. We'll have a ball." "Okay," I said. I didn't really believe it, but maybe--------- About two weeks later, came that terrible night. I signed on for duty, and went to each room to check my patients, and Colonel Marchand's bed was empty. He had been released. He was gone. I hadn't known he was about to be released. And he hadn't even given me his phone number or asked for mine. Of course he knew where I worked. Were we really going to do all those wonderful sporting events together? I began to get a sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach. But no. I was determined to have hope. I would see Colonel Marchand again. I was sure. As I was bringing Mr. Fledgely his sleeping pill the next night, he looked me straight in the eye. The same cold knowing look I had seen in those eyes when they snapped open the first evening I was riding Colonel Marchand. "Cooper." "Yes?" I asked, handing him his pill, and a glass of water. He put both down on the eating tray near the bed. "You know what you were doing for Marchand?" "No," I said, playing dumb. "Yes, you do," he insisted. "I have Alzheimer's so I don't always remember a lot of things, but I remember that." "I don't have any idea what you're talking about," I insisted. "Cut the crap Cooper. I've been in this hospital a long time, and I don't have a great future ahead of me, but I need to get laid." "Mr. Fledgely," I said indignantly. "I want to stick my cock up your ass. I want to shoot my hot load inside you, Cooper. Okay" "No. It's not okay," I protested. Mr. Fledgely was in his mid sixties and emaciated, with sparse gray hair and stubbly whiskers. He only shaved about once a week. He was the epitome of unattractive. I had no intention of having personal relations with Mr. Fledgely. "Well, since there's nothing better around, either you let me use your ass, or everyone in this hospital is going to know what you've been doing," "They'll never believe you," I smirked. "You have Alzheimer's." "But they all know I have periods of lucidity. Like now. Care to test me?" I didn't really want any innuendoes floating around the hospital. Even though I looked upon what I did for Colonel Marchand as a nurse's tender ministrations, I knew everyone else would think that it was at the least unprofessional, and at the worst, disgusting and perverted. And also I would be fired. And if I were fired how would Colonel Marchand contact me for our next trip together? Moreover, I would be fired without any letters of recommendation. Indeed, the opposite. My reputation would be besmirched throughout the entire health-care industry. I would end up permanently unemployed and unemployable, finally having to work for my sister's nasty pimp. Not a pretty thought. Caring for the Colonel "All right," I told Fledgely. "Just what do you want me to do?" "I'm not taking the sleeping pill just yet. Finish your rounds and when it's nice and quiet come in here. With your ass greased up. Got it?" "Yes," I said, angrily. What could I do? An hour later, I sheepishly appeared by Mr. Fledgely's bedside, having closed the door to the room. "Now what?" I asked. "Drop your drawers and turn around. I want to see your ass." I complied. "Closer," he commanded. I backed up toward the bed and soon I felt his long bony fingers squeezing my buns. Twisting and squeezing. Twisting and squeezing. And then a long bony digit started crawling up my hole. I bent forward at the waist slightly thrusting my behind toward him, so that I would dilate more easily and there would be less friction. "Damn. Nice ass," he said. "Thank you," I said. "I mean you're no runway model, but you got a damn nice round firm ass. Real nice. Real nice." He was patting, and rubbing, and fingering me all the while. "What I'd really like to have is some pussy," he said. "But this ass will do just fine. Get me ready." He had been rubbing his crotch through his gown and I saw an impressive mound arising. I knew what was expected of me, and I gingerly raised his gown, exposing his long gangly legs and gnarly knees. Not a pretty sight. But then I saw what he had been gripping and fondling. Standing straight up. It was long. It was very long. It was a foot long. It was frightening. It was fascinating. It was very aroused. It was oozing pre-seminal fluid. Even at his advanced age, his penis was behaving like one of a randy teenager. The sight of his organ began to overcome my general revulsion of Mr. Fledgely. How could that thing ever get all the way inside me? It would tear me. It would hurt me. It would be straight in places where my insides were curving. I was afraid of it. I wanted it. "Suck on it," He said, grasping it and raising his hips towards me. I bent down and took it in my mouth. And more of it. And more of it. I could not take all of it. I wanted to, but I could not take all of it. I sucked him lasciviously for more than fifteen minutes, occasionally looking up into his mean eyes and noticing the satisfied sneer on his crinkled lips. It had been quite a while since he had had a treat like this. "Okay," he said. I knew what that meant, and I stripped down and climbed on the bed. I was about to straddle him, when he said. "No. Not like that. I like to be on top. I get to be the one in control, okay?" The 'okay' was not a question. It was a declamatory statement. "Okay," I said shrugging my shoulders. I only knew how to sit on it. I wasn't sure what to do. As I stood there frozen, he began to order me. "Lie down on the bed. On your belly. Ass up." I positioned myself as he wanted, and he sat next to me stroking his obscenely long instrument with his left hand, and playing with my rear with his right hand. He lifted his hospital gown completely off now, and I shut my eyes. I just didn't want to see his hideous form. Whatever was going to happen now would happen in the dark. He climbed on top of me and was lying flat out along my back, his face to the side of mine. His breath was strong next to my nose. I felt the long rod in the ridge between my buttocks, and then he raised his middle slightly, and positioned it with his right hand. Slowly he eased it into the opening, which I had lubricated before coming to the room, as he instructed me. It wasn't that thick, so it wasn't too painful at first. In fact, it felt kind of pleasant. I had my eyes closed, and I was just imagining the handsome figure of Colonel Marchand on top of me, his weight bearing down. But it was going in deeper. And deeper. And owwww. Owwwww. I raised my ass a little to ease it around a curve and it was better, and after a while I felt him sink his whole weight on top of me. It was all in. Every inch of it. The whole damn foot of it. My channel closed around it and began to enjoy. He raised and he sank, he raised and he sank, he raised and he sank, and little by little my bottom adjusted to each of his movements and it was gorgeous. Just gorgeous. My eyes were closed and in my mind my handsome colonel was on top of me with a foot-long prick fucking my little asshole. He fucked me slowly, enjoying every instant. Every pull, every push. Every time he was completely inside me, he did a little circular movement and our balls bounced together, but now I could feel the end was near. He was beginning to growl, and his breath was getting fiercer. I tried to turn my head away, but he was holding me motionless as he began to slam into me. I felt the width of it expand inside me, and then the hot fluid was spouting into me. Spout. Spout. Spout. Spout. Spout. Spout. Spout. Etc. etc. He had really needed that. Slowly he lifted his middle and withdrew it, and as the knob exited it was followed by a little burst of gas from deep inside me which had the effect of making me expel what must have been several ounces of his thick white cum. I could feel it running over my balls and down by legs. I reached for a tissue and tried to clean myself. I let Mr. Fledgely clean his own greasy prick. Quietly I got dressed, and before leaving the room, I handed him a cup of water and his sleeping pill and waited until he had swallowed. Then I turned off all the lights and left the room, closing the door behind me, and returned to the nurses' station in the center of the corridor. "Any problem?" asked Malvina, my co-worker on the night shift. I had been gone a very long time. "No. Everything's fine," I answered. And indeed it was. As disgusting as I found Mr. Fledgely, I had absolutely adored his bony body on top of mine as he was plumbing the very depths of my anal canal. I don't have to tell you that this became a regular thing, night after night. But I reasoned that I was bringing great comfort to an elderly patient who had little to look forward to. I was Cooper 'Nightingale', the young man with the lamp. Wasn't this really what being a nurse was all about? But in short order, Mr. Fledgely's son and daughter had him moved into a nursing home, and his bed was filled with a series of other patients, to whom I ministered and dispensed pills. One day a new patient arrived. In room 559. Just down and across the corridor. A very interesting gentleman. His name was Pedrao Gilberto. Senhor Pedrao Gilberto. He was a truck-driver, and he was from Brazil, and had been visiting his sister when he had taken ill. He was a big wooly bear of a man, with a pendulous belly, which strangely enough did not repel me. He was a diabetic, and had had a small attack. One of my duties was to give him his evening insulin injection in his fleshy behind. The very first night as I raised his gown to inject the medicine I was stunned by the size and beauty of his enormous buttcheeks. They were not totally firm. He was, after all, not young. Over fifty But he was a powerful handsome man, with a full head of almost white hair, and white tufts all over his large body. On his back. On his arms. On his legs. Around his penis. He even had a small white beard and moustache. And though he was dark complected, he seemed to me like Santa Claus. A Brazilian Santa Claus. And he was jolly and merry and we had great fun together. The first night when I raised his gown and saw his behind, my legs went limp. As I injected the needle, he flinched and his buttcheeks jiggled enticingly. Withdrawing the needle, I sterilized the spot with an alcohol swab and then began to rub his entire butt soothingly. "That feels so nice," he said. "I love massages." I immediately began to massage his other buttcheek with my other hand. He gasped in appreciation, raising his cheeks up a little. Before long, I was giving him a full body massage. But I did not touch his penis. It was his beautiful roly-poly buttocks that thrilled me. So soft. So jiggly. What would it be like to lie on those two pliable pillows? I could only fantasize. On the night of the third massage, the fantasies stopped. As I was lovingly rubbing his generous bottom, his right hand reached out sneakily and grasped my penis through my uniform. My stiff penis. We both knew immediately what was required. I crossed to the door and shut it and came back to the bed, dropping my uniform beside it. He lay happily on his stomach and waved his beautiful loose jiggling cheeks around in the air to excite me. They did. Not having expected this, I had not brought any lubricant, but there was a small plastic bottle of hand lotion on the night table. I used that. This was a first for me. I was a man, but I had never fucked anyone before. This would be like my confirmation into the adult world. I was so excited. My prick slipped easily into the warm round hole. My prick was not so big, but I think that other pricks had expanded the hole before I got there. Still, it was wonderful. I lay on his back and breathed in the aroma of his thick white hair, and felt the most unbelievable bounciness of his beautiful bottom. And my penis felt like it had found a home. For the first time in its life, it had found a real home. I would have to do this more often. I felt the cum bubbling in my balls. I hated to have this end, but I needed to shoot my load. As he felt it scald into him he raised up, (raising me with him-he was much bigger than I) and he began to jerk himself off onto the clean hospital sheet. What would the morning staff make of that? When I returned to the nurses' station, Malvina again asked me if everything was all right, and I said to her, "wonderful. Everything is wonderful." Yes, I had pleasured myself. But look what I was doing for the patient. He had wanted it desperately, and I had provided him with hope and salvation. Was there a better nurse in the hospital than I? I didn't think so. Pedrao was there for only a week and then a fallow period set in. Short term visitors with whom I had little chance to get acquainted. I went back to my magazines and dreamed daily of Colonel Marchand. If only he would call me. If only we could run off together. If only he would be my knight in shining armor and save me from what was now becoming just an aching routine. My life was nothing but drudgery stretching endlessly into the future until I would be old and alone. I wanted to be loved. I wanted to be romanced. I wanted all the adventures that Colonel Marchand had promised me. But I would never see him again. I had looked in the phone book, and he must have had an unlisted number, because he just wasn't in it. Two years passed, and then the most amazing thing happened. I was at the nurses' station while Malvina was doing her rounds. I was leafing through the local tabloid, which I hardly ever do. I'm really not much interested in either news or gossip. BUT. But there on page one was a picture of my handsome Colonel. "Marchand to run for State Senate' announced the headline. I quickly flipped the pages to the article and read it excitedly. "Roland Marchand, retired U.S.M.C. Colonel and war hero announces plans to run for State Senate seat being vacated by retiring centenarian Wilfred Gomes." I closed the paper and took several deep breaths. I think tears were running down my cheeks. I had found my wonderful Colonel. He was running for the State Senate. We would meet again. I would attend a rally. Better still, I would sign up as a campaign volunteer. The one thing that distressed me was that the Colonel was running for the party which hated and despised people like I now realized I was. They wanted to take away all our civil rights, and if they could have, they would have been overjoyed to see us all destroyed: i.e. shot, burned at the stake, or beheaded. But it was obvious that the Colonel didn't feel that way, so he could only change things for the better. He would make them see light and reason. A few days later after a little detective work, I located campaign headquarters in a tiny storefront on Sycamore Street. I immediately went in and volunteered. After filling out several forms, the nice young lady took me to the corner desk in the back of the front room and introduced me to the campaign manager, Lenny Silver, who shook my hand and welcomed me. We began to lay out campaign literature on different tables, and a couple of the young ladies took piles of pamphlets out into their cars to distribute through the neighborhood. They told me that Colonel Marchand would be checking in sometime during the afternoon. I was hoping he arrived before I had to leave for the hospital. My heart was pounding. Would he remember me? How could he not? How could he not remember when I loved him so desperately? We had been such good friends. He had said that. I knew I had never had a closer friend. I longed to be with him again. Of course he would remember me. He had just been too busy to keep in touch. He probably had thought of me as often as I had thought of him. I couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he saw me here. Around 3 p.m., after a busy day recruiting new staffers, the bells over the front door jingled and in he stepped. My handsome Colonel Marchand. So masculine. So imposing. He was so tall he almost had to stoop coming through the door. My knees started shaking a little, and my throat went dry. I couldn't wait to see his reaction when he saw my face. But he didn't seem to notice me. He went straight over to Lenny Silver's desk and pulled over a chair. They huddled together in a private discussion for almost half an hour. Soon I would have to leave for work. If only he would look in my direction. But then the conference ended, and Colonel Marchand took a stack of papers and was about to go into his private office, behind the main salon, when I stood up from the collating table and said tremulously------"Colonel Marchand-----------" He looked at me blankly. My God. He didn't even know who I was. After all we had been to each other. My heart was about to break. "Yes?" Asked Colonel Marchand, looking at me quizzically and trying to place my face. I think he realized he had seen it before somewhere. Lenny Silver got up and came over to me, leading me toward the Colonel. "I'm sorry," said Lenny Silver. "Colonel Marchand. Let me introduce you to our new volunteer, Cooper-------Cooper----what is it?" he asked me. "Cribbins," I offered. "Cooper Cribbins." "Cooper here is turning out to be a real good worker. He's solidly dedicated to your campaign," said Lenny Silver. "Cooper-----Cooper. You know, you look familiar to me. Have we met before?" I answered haltingly, almost in tears. "Well, yes. I work as a nurse at Kingston Memorial. I took care of you when you had your skiing accident a couple of years ago," I offered. His ruddy face turned ashen. But then he almost immediately recovered his composure. "Good to have you on our team, Cooper. Why don't you come into the back office with me, and I'll try to explain to you what I'd like to accomplish in the State Senate." He held the door open for me and followed me through it. Then he closed the door. We were alone. Now we could say what was really in our hearts. "I was hoping you would call me," I began. "Well. You know, you can see I've been very busy. Politics is very time consuming" "But the Sahara. We were going to ride side by side on camels over the Sahara. You told me." "Yes. The Sahara. Of course. But there have been so many pressing domestic problems. I just couldn't get away." "But I thought you liked me." I was almost sobbing now. "Of course I like you Cooper." He patted me on the shoulder. "I thought you really liked me," I pursued. And then finally it burst out. The deepest feelings that had been buried within me. "I love you," I told him. "Don't be silly, Cooper. We had a little thing. That's all. I was immobilized. "You promised to take me all over the world," I protested. "And I wanted to. I really wanted to, but then I got involved," he explained. "Involved?" I questioned. What did that mean. "Cooper, I'm a married man." "But your wife died," I reminded him bitterly. "You were all alone." "Well, yes. I was then. But I got remarried. I have a new wife. This really classy society lady. She's the one who inspired me to run for the Senate. She's backing me all the way. With her money, her connections, her confidence. She's a great lady." I nodded. He continued. "So you see I wouldn't ever want anything to come up that my put my present position in jeopardy. You understand that, don't you?" "Yes," I answered. "I had pinned my hopes all these years on a man who considered me a temporary convenience and was now finished with me. Goodbye Annapurna. Goodbye Sahara. Goodbye Antarctica. Etc. etc. "You will be discreet?" he asked me. I assured him I would be, but I was getting angry now. I wanted to tell the world that Colonel Marchand had fucked his male nurse while during a stay in Kingston Memorial. That would put an end to the Senate career. That would put an end to the marriage. He would be bereft and alone like I was and come running back to me. The thought flitted through my head, and he watched me with piercing eyes almost divining what I was thinking. "I had really been looking forward to the Sun Valley Ski Trip we talked about, " I told him. "You said you were going to teach me how to ski." "Yes. Yes, I did. I remember that. And I feel ashamed that I haven't followed through on any of my promises. You know what? I'm going to take you on a great trip this very next weekend. Maybe even for a week. Can you get the time off?" he asked me. "Yes. Yes," I answered in a rush. They owed me a lot of vacation days. "Yes. But it has to be our little secret. No one else must suspect a thing." "I understand completely," I assured him I didn't care if he had a wife. I only wanted to be with him as much as possible and to love him as I always had. "Where will we go?" "You just let me do all the planning. I want it to be a wonderful surprise for you." My heart leaped in my chest, and I leapt forward to throw my arms around him. I wanted to give him a big hug, and maybe even a little kiss. I was overjoyed. "I have to leave for the hospital now," I explained. "You just leave all the arrangements to me. I'll think up something really special that you're just going to love. Do you still have that nice tight ass that felt so good?" "Yes," I assured. "I've been alone a lot recently-----dreaming of you." "Poor kid," he threw his right arm over my shoulder in a big brotherly fashion. "Old Colonel Marchand is going to do right by you. I'm going to give you the vacation of a lifetime. One that you'll never forget." Everything was going to be all right. All my dreams were going to come true. Even though we couldn't live our love out in the open, I would still be Colonel Marchand's kept boy. I couldn't wait to hand in my resignation at the hospital. All my training in care and compassion would be now only for him. "But listen," he cautioned. "If we're going to be pals like this, I don't think you should be working on the campaign. I wouldn't feel comfortable." I understood totally, and agreed to tell Lenny Silver that I found I was going to be too busy to really give the campaign my proper attention, so that I would not be back. Colonel Marchand promised to call me at the hospital and leave instructions on where we were to meet Friday evening. "But I'm not always at the nurses' station," I said. "If I call when you're not there, isn't there someone who can give you a message?" "Yes. Someone is usually there. If I'm doing my rounds Malvina will be at the desk." Caring for the Colonel "Well, just to be real discreet, I'm going to tell her the message is from Fred. So if you get a message from Fred, it's from me." "Till Friday Evening," I said, and I did lean forward and give him a little peck on the cheek. He seemed to stiffen slightly, but that was probably just my imagination. I went out of his office and gave Lenny Silver the sad news that I could no longer work on the campaign, and now it was getting very late and I was worried that I wouldn't get a bus to get me to hospital on time. One finally came, and I just about made it. The next night, when I finished my rounds and returned to the nurses' station, Malvina said, "You just got a message from Fred." "He called?" I asked, hardly believing my luck. "Yes. He wants you to meet him at United Gate number 7, on Friday at 6 p.m." He had called. He had called. We were going. I wished I had been at the desk to take the call, but he was going to take me on a fabulous journey, just as he had always promised. I would make arrangements with the hospital immediately to take my vacation days. And then if everything worked out----who knows? I might not be back at all. I didn't even know how to pack. Whether for hot or cold weather. I wish he had given me a little clue, but I did the best I could and called a car to take to me to the airport on Friday afternoon. Just to make sure there would be no traffic problem to screw things up for me, I ordered the car early and arrived at the airport at 4:30. I stood by my suitcase right under the sign where it said to gate number 7. I know I should have gone to a seating area, but I was so afraid of not being there when he arrived. I still didn't quite believe it was all coming true. I had this awful fear that I would still be standing there hours and hours later, and that he had lied to me and wasn't coming. I didn't know if I could face that kind of heartbreak. Just thinking about it, I was starting to cry a little, standing by my suitcase, but around 6:10---there he was. Coming toward me, as big as life. Smiling and jovial. My handsome Colonel Marchand. He threw an arm around my shoulder. "How are you Cooper?" "Just great," I assured him, but then I admitted, "I was afraid you weren't going to meet me." "Now wouldn't that be crazy? I told you we were going, and we're going." He led me over to baggage check before we walked down to the gate. We each had to hold our own ticket going through inspection, and I had too much change in my pocket, plus my keys, plus the lucky silver tooth I had found on the street when I was ten years old, so I set off the alarm and it took me extra time. I looked down at my ticket, meanwhile, and was a little surprised. Finally we got to the gate, and immediately thereafter they began to board the flight. We were traveling first class, so we got to board before anybody else except the old lady in the wheel chair. I sat down in my comfortable window seat as Colonel Marchand stowed our coats in the overhead. When he had seated himself beside me, I said to him. "My ticket says Lenny Silver." "Yes," he nodded. "I decided that would be easier. You don't mind flying as Lenny Silver do you?" "I guess not," I said. "I still don't know where we're going." I knew the destination must have been posted right there at gate number 7, but I had been too excited to notice. "We're going to New Mexico," he beamed, slapping my right knee. "New Mexico?" New Mexico didn't seem as exotic as the Sahara or the Nile or Annapurna. "Yes. We're going to Carlsbad, New Mexico. You ever hear of the Carlsbad Caverns, Cooper?" I certainly had, and I had always wanted to see them. I told him so, and then I asked, "Are we going spelunking?" hoping I had gotten the word right. "That's right, boy. That's just what we're gonna do. We're gonna go spelunking in the beautiful Carlsbad Caverns. Just wait till you see those stalactites and stalagmites. They'll take your breath away." I began to imagine them as I drifted off into a little nap, sleeping until just before we landed. When we got to the airport, Colonel Marchand called a car to take us to our motel in Carlsbad. When he was paying the driver, he pulled out a money clip such as I have never seen before. So many bills. Most of them hundreds. He had in his pocket probably more than I earned in a year. "You shouldn't carry so much cash," I advised him. "It's dangerous. "I know," he answered. "I just never took to credit cards." We entered the motel office and the Colonel checked us in. "Reservation for two for Lenny Silver," he said. I was puzzled. I would have to ask him about that when we were in our room. They gave us Cabin Twelve and the motel owner carried our bags past the other eleven cabins and turned the key in the door. I stepped in. It was magnificent. It was splendid. It was like a suite. It had a living room with a sofa and television, and then a bedroom with two enormous king size beds, and this huge marble bathroom with a Jacuzzi. I had never been in a Jacuzzi. I was looking forward to trying it. Colonel Marchand tipped the man and then we were alone, looking at each other. "It's beautiful," I told him. "I've never stayed in a place like this." "Well, that's what I'm here for, boy. To spoil you." He laughed and opened his arms. I rushed into them and he squeezed me. I wanted to kiss him, but he didn't want to do that. "You said your name was Lenny Silver at the desk," I noted. "Yes. Yes, I did. Can't have the wife tracing my footsteps now, can I? She's a real bulldog. And suspicious......." I laughed. Now I understood. Of course, that would be the reason. There was always a simple answer. His whole Senate career depended on her, and he had to be very careful. Well, fine. I would just forever remain his 'Back Street' love. I took another look around the spacious bedroom. Those two king size beds. The one nearer the window, and the one nearer the door into the living room of the suite. "Which bed should I take?" I asked. "The same one as I'm going to take, Cooper. The other one we just mess up for the maid." With that he pulled back the bedspread of the bed nearest the door, and pulled me down on it with him. We were both still dressed, but he was veritably humping me. I could feel his hard prick grinding against mine through all the clothing. "When do we start spelunking?" I asked him. It would be interesting to explore the caverns. "Not for a few days yet, boy. I'm just gonna spend this whole in-between period fucking your brains out." I giggled. He started pulling at my clothes, and indicating that I should undress. He did likewise. Soon the two of us were between the sheets, still grinding against each other, but with nothing between our two bodies now. "Christ. You don't know bad I need this, Cooper." "You do?" I asked, a little surprised. "What about your wife?" "Great gal! Great gal!" he repeated. ""Fashionable, stylish, classy, loaded. Getting her to marry me was a real coup all right. The only thing is she hates sex, so I hardly ever get to do it. And if you remember, I'm a passionate man." I couldn't imagine how anyone in their right mind would not want to have sex with Colonel Marchand. "And I can't cat around the way I used to," he complained. "She has spies everywhere. Money and influence. Great combination, except when I need to get laid----so you see I'm really glad I ran into you again, Cooper. This is a great opportunity for me to fuck someone silly again." He then flipped me quickly over on my stomach and spit into his hand. He wet his cock with the spit, which is hardly what I would call sufficient lubrication, but he was not going to wait one more second for what he so badly needed. A piece of ass. And it was mine. He speared me mercilessly, and even though I screamed, he just continued pounding away on me, and grinding deeply in. He would leave fancier positions for later. Right now he just needed to shoot his load. I was glad when I felt it spurting into me, and felt his dick softening inside me. I had not really enjoyed this. I had endured it for his sake, because I loved him. Suddenly I heard him lightly snoring. He had dozed off with his cock still buried in my ass, and I was crushed beneath. I closed my eyes, and tried to enjoy the feeling, and eventually I also took a little nap. We both woke up a couple of hours later feeling refreshed and invigorated. We showered. Yes! Together.! I soaped myself up, and then I soaped him all over. He was getting aroused again with the soaping. He was a tiger. Before I knew it he had spun me around and implanted the soapy knob into my anal eyelet. He wrapped his arms around me, literally lifting me off the floor as he fucked into me. I totally relaxed and went with it now. It didn't hurt. It felt wonderful. I twisted my arm back and around his neck and placed my face so that my ear was against his panting mouth. It was as close as I was going to get to a kiss. We fucked and we fucked and then we stopped. He hadn't come this time. I felt like a failure. "Didn't you want to come?" I asked him. "Gotta save some of that for later," he explained. "Can't use it all up right now." We finished our shower and dressed and the Colonel called a car to take us to a very fancy French-Mexican restaurant only a couple of miles from the motel. I had Cassoulet con Guacamole. It was simply delicious. I hate to sound like a lovesick romantic teenager, but the next few days was just like a honeymoon for me. Wherever we went, we made love. We walked in the woods, we made love. We climbed a hill, we made love. We went for pancakes, we made love. I felt like a June bride. It was everything I had dreamed of all the times Colonel Marchand had described the trips we would take one day, while he was under my care at Kingston Memorial. One morning after breakfast---that's when we went for the walk in the woods, he stepped off the path pulling me by the arm with him. "I have to take a pee," he said. "Okay," I said. He drew down the zipper and eased it out, letting it hang. Nothing was happening. I was waiting. Then he said----- "Remember in the hospital when you used to hold it for me?" "Yes," I answered, and I felt the same sentimental rush of nostalgia that I think he was feeling. "Well, why don't you hold it for me now? Like you did back then." I opened my hand and gently clasped it. "AAAHHH, that feels so good," he said to me. "You have the touch of an angel." I felt a rush of happiness flood my heart, and then the Colonel's flood started pouring forth out of his penis onto the dry ground, killing all the young grasses it touched. When he had finished, I knew what I had to do. I gently squeezed the last drops from it, but never took my hand away. I just kept moving my hand back and forth on his stiffening penis as we stared meaningfully into each other's eyes. Then he took my shoulders and pressed me into kneeling position before him. "Suck it," he said. I sucked and I sucked and I sucked. And then the Colonel was getting a little tired of standing there so we found a patch of grass and the Colonel stretched out, relaxing on his back while I plied my magic on him. "The touch of an angel," he repeated, guiding my head up and down. After a while we got up and finished our hike. The Colonel made sure he didn't ejaculate too often, so we could keep up the lovemaking night and day. He knew that's what I wanted, and he was so right. We were going to fly back on Thursday, so the Colonel had it planned that we would do our cave exploring on Wednesday. I was all excited. Tuesday night we made magnificent love, and he told me I had the greatest ass God had ever created, and he would never forget this wonderful week we had spent together, and I fell asleep as I did every night now, with his long soft length clenched inside my rectum. I had grown so used to it, I didn't know how I would ever sleep again alone and unplugged in my own little room back at Mrs. Kennedy's. If only this could go on forever. But there was so much to look forward to. So many adventures ahead of us. Annapurna. The Sahara. The Nile. The Great Wall. They would all be just as wonderful. The next morning after our breakfast at The Pancake Barn, we retired to the deserted men's room and locked ourselves in one of the two stalls. He had me 'drop my drawers' as he said and bend over the bowl with my hands on the tank, while he stood behind me and fed it in doggy style. He said he just had to have one more feel of my fabulous ass before we went into the cave. This time he blasted into me what felt like a torrent, and I was all aglow, knowing that I was going into the caverns with my Colonel's precious life fluids coursing through me. We were part of a tour group. The Colonel felt it best that we take the tour, even though he had been here many times before and knew the caverns like the back of his hand, so he said. It was fascinating. Dark. Mysterious. Exciting. The vast subterranean caverns and the beautiful glistening icicle-like projections rising from the floors and dripping from the ceilings. The stalactites were the ones dripping from above us, while the stalagmites were the giant shining projections rising all around us-----some kind of miracle of calcium and water over many millennia. I would not soon forget this. Each chamber we arrived at was more breathtaking than the one before had been. We had been following a path, which was now forking, and the tour guide was taking us down the left-hand path. "No. No," said the Colonel. "The other path is much nicer. Let's go right." "But shouldn't we stay with the group?" I asked. "No. No. Don't you worry. I know my way around here like the back of my hand. Been here many times. Just follow me." Of course, I followed my lover. He was right. It was shimmering. It was dazzling. It was the solar system under the earth. I was trying to burn it all into my memory to last me forever. We walked for a long time, looking at all the shimmering projections, the high ceilings, the vast sudden drops. Then there was a little narrow break in the stone wall. A giant fissure in the earth. "The chamber through there is just spectacular," said the Colonel. "You have to see it." Okay," I said. "You go first," he urged me. I turned myself sideways trying to ease myself through the narrow opening. At the end I could barely get through. But when I stepped into this phantasmagorial room it was like nothing any mortal had even been meant to see. So dazzling. I knew why the Colonel had wanted me to experience it. It was incredible. "You were right. It's incredible," I told him. He didn't answer me. "Colonel?" I called. "Are you coming?" "Having a little trouble getting through," he said. "Guess I'm not as skinny as I used to be. I used to be nice and skinny like you." "That's all right. I've seen it. I'm ready to come back." I went back up to the crevice and tried to pry myself in. I wouldn't fit. It was too narrow. But how could this be? I had gotten into the chamber, surely I would be able to reverse my course. I pushed and I pressed, and my heart started to pound inside my chest. "I'm having trouble getting into the crevice from this side," I called. "What should I do?" "Keep trying," he encouraged me. I did. I tried and I tried and I tried. And I was sweating. And I was crying. "I can't get out," I called. "I can't get out of here." "Just wait," he said. "I'll go and get some help. We may need some pickaxes or jackhammers to widen that crevasse." "Hurry," I begged him. "Please hurry." "I'm on my way, but before I go, I just want you to know something. That mouth of yours is a national treasure and you have absolutely the sweetest hole I have ever fucked." "Thank you," I said. "Get help. Hurry back." I have no sense of time here, night or day, but I do have my watch which has the day and date on it, and that was two days ago. It seems obvious to me now that the Colonel is not coming back with help. Perhaps he didn't know the caverns like the back of his hand and he got lost, or the other possibility is---No. I don't want to even consider that. I'm very hungry and thirsty, though I do get a little moisture just by licking the damp walls of the large cave. I think that I am getting weaker, and I keep falling into a strange dozing sleep, and each time I wake, it seems like whatever happens, it doesn't even matter any more. I know now that I will be in this chamber forever. For all eternity. Perhaps in ten million years or more, someone will come into this cavern and chipping away with a pickaxe, will discover my remains as the core of an enormous beautiful stalagmite. Well, so be it. I am at peace. I am at one with the caves. I am at one with the earth. And I have been loved. * * * Is it possible? In my stupor, I hear voices in the outside passage. "HELP," I screamed. "Who's there?" "HELP. I'm trapped in this chamber. I've been trapped for two days. HELP!" "I can't tell where your voice is coming from," the voice said. "Can you sing? I'll try to locate you," he shouted. I crawled up close to the crevasse into which I had squeezed myself two days earlier, and began to sing. "MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB, LITTLE LAMB, LITTLE LAMB. MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB WHOSE FLEECE WAS WHITE AS SNOW. AND EVERYWHERE THAT MARY WENT, MARY WENT, MARY WENT. EVERYWHERE THAT MARY WENT THE LAMB WAS SURE TO GO." "I've got you now," he said. "I'll go for help. Give me an hour. But keep singing." "Okay," I said. "MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB-------------" I followed with HERE WE GO ROUND THE MULBERRY BUSH, then with THE FARMER IN THE DELL, then with SHE'LL BE COMIN' ROUND THE MOUNTAIN WHEN SHE COMES. Mostly I stayed with MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB. I knew that one best. At last I heard that blessed voice again. "I've got a crew here with jackhammers, and pickaxes. We'll widen this crevasse and get you out." It took them six hours. I never stopped singing. "MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB, LITTLE LAMB, LITTLE LAMB----------" Finally they had widened the space enough that I was able to crawl through. One of the men had thoughtfully brought me a jelly doughnut and a thermos full of hot coffee, which I gulped down gratefully. They even wrapped me in a warm blanket, for it was only then that my teeth began to chatter. I went to thank the man who had saved me. It was the tour guide. Luckily for me, on a crazy whim, when he gotten to the fork in the cavern path on that day, he had decided to take the right hand path instead of the usual left hand path. I almost kissed his hand in gratitude. He was even kind enough to drive me back to the motel, where I discovered to my dismay that Lenny Silver had checked out precipitously two days earlier. Even my suitcase was gone. Everything was clear to me now. My infatuation had been a mad illusion. The Colonel didn't love me. He wanted to be rid of me forever. I called Malvina long distance to wire me money for a return airline ticket home, and on the long flight I wondered what recourse I had against Colonel Marchand. There was no proof that he had ever been in Carlsbad. He had not flown or registered at the motel under his own name. He had used paper money, not credit cards. There would be no plastic trail. He had planned this so very well, that I should really be dead now. That had obviously been his intention all along. It was malevolent. And if I made any accusations, who would believe me? I was only a lowly nurse. (And in addition embarrassing things would be revealed, such as that I had sucked his cock and even sat on it while he was a patient under my care at Kingston Memorial. And I would immediately be disgraced and lose my job.) Moreover, he was an important retired Colonel in The United States Marine Corps, a respectable married man who had a rich and powerful wife, and was now running for the State Senate. Any news of this would hurt me much more than the Colonel. Silence was my only recourse. I would have to try to put all of this behind me and forget everything. Nevertheless as I was flying home, I made one very important decision. On Election Day, I would not be voting for Colonel Marchand. Caring Landlord and More It had been a rough eight months after getting laid off at my job, and then not being able to find a job at the same salary level I was used to. The harder I tried to make ends meet the tougher it became. I finally found full time employment, but it wasn't anywhere near what I had been making, so it resulted in my taking a weekend job to fill the financial gap. I was barely able to pay the bill even then, but at least I could pay my rent on the house. I had been lucky enough to rent a house from a woman who knew my parents, and me which made it easier on me. Her name was Marion and she offered a little leeway when it came to making that monthly rent payment. She was a tall busy redhead, with a slender figure, and a great ass. She had known me since I was a kid, and had watched me grow up. She was married to a cop who was a real prick, and treated her like crap. I hated the bastard even as a kid because of the way he treated people. He eventually got himself killed in a bar fight, leaving Marion to fend for herself. She was a tough woman, and was able to take care of herself, thanks to his death benefits and insurance. I always thought Marion was better off without him, but I wouldn't tell her that. I really liked Marion, she was always nice to me, giving me a hug, mashing her huge tits in my chest when she did. She gave me a raging hard on a couple of times when I was in junior college. She always did it when my Mom was busy talking, or occupied with something else and not paying attention. She would grab me and hug me, knowing full wells she was going to be giving me a hard on as a result. Then she would wink at me and turn around as if nothing had happened. More than once I had to go jack off to get rid of it before my Mom caught it. After I graduated college Marion found out I was looking for a place to rent when she asked if I'd be interested in renting a house her late husband had bought for an investment. I told her there was no way I could afford a house, it was going to be though enough to find a cheap apartment. She looked at me asking, "So what are you looking to pay?" "I was hoping to keep in under a $1000...more like $600 to $700 if at all possible." She thought for a moment then looked me in the eye asking, "How does $550 sound?" "That sounds great, but are you sure you want to rent it that cheap?" "$550 a month, and you pay the gas and electric, I'll help with any repairs that come up...what do you think?" "I think you have a tenant." I moved in the following weekend with a little help from some friends. That was 6 months ago, before all the money issues started over again. Things seemed to be alright until I lost the part time weekend job. Now I was back at square one again. The rent was due, and I didn't have it all. Rather than try and hide it from Marion I called her and told her my problem. She said she didn't have time to talk, but she would drop by later. She told me not to stress it though, she was sure we could work something out that would work for the both of us. That evening she came by the house and gave me my usual big hug. I was too distraught to react to the hug when she asked, "So, you can't make the rent huh?" "No. I was laid off from my part time weekend job, and now I have to find another. I don't know what else I can do." Marion looked at me and winked saying, "Oh I think we can come up with something I'm sure. For now pay me what you can, and we'll take it from there. Hopefully you'll find another job soon, or maybe this damn economy will turn around soon." "Thanks Marion...here's $500, I'll get the rest to you I promise." "Ya we'll see. In the meantime I have a proposition for you. This house needs work...painting and some repairs on the porch. I know I said I would take care of that, but money is tight for me to right now. If you can do some of that, and save me from hiring someone to do it, I'll take it off your rent." "Ya, I can do that. It'll have to wait until I can afford the paint though." "Not a problem...Frank has plenty of paint stored in our garage. Come over when you can and get it, and then you can get started painting on the weekends." When the weekend rolled around I went over and got the paint. It was going to be a bitch of a job, it was hot and humid but I agreed to do it so that was that." I went home and opened up the house deciding I was going to pain the living room first. I took me half the day moving the furniture out of the way, then putting down the drop clothes and so on. Once I was done, I took a break for lunch. I spent the entire afternoon painting and working up a sweat. It was brutal in the heat and humidity, but I made a lot of headway. I also went through a 12 pack of beer, but I sweated so much it out it didn't affect me. I took a break and ran out for a burger and fries. Once I was finished eating I decided to take a shower to cool off. As I walked out of the shower the late evening breeze had come up. It felt so good on my naked body I decide not to bother getting dressed. After all, I was alone and the house was on the outskirts of town so there was no one to see me. I grabbed the ice chest of cold brews I had picked up when I went to get the burger and fries, and took it onto the den. Then I put on a good porn DVD and sank back into my recline and started watching the fun. The action was really getting hot on the TV, and my cock was really getting hard. It had been way to long since I'd had any pussy, and needless to say I took matters into my own hand. I must have been so into my DVD that I didn't hear anyone at the door. As I sat there stroking my cock I looked over and saw Marion standing at the side, her arms folded watching me. Even in my startled state, she looked hot as hell in her tank top, no bra, and her shorts that barely covered her ass. I stopped jacking off saying, "Oh shit Marion...I'm so sorry...I had no idea you were coming over." "Relax Tommy...just relax. I have to say I haven't seen a cock that nice or that hard in a long time. You don't mind if I look do you?" "Ahhhh, I guess not. Would you like a cold beer to cool off?" "Thanks Tommy...I'd like that." Then Marion walked over, her back to me and bent over to take a beer out of the ice chest. Her ass was directly in my face. She still had a fantastic ass as she looked back at me and smiled. I smiled back as she quipped, "Enjoying the view?" "I love what I can see of it...does it get any better?" Marion's smiled went to a sexy grin as she stood up, and hooked her thumbs in her shorts, and pulled the down over her ass baring all to me. She wasn't wearing any panties, so I could see her ass, and her nice, fat pussy lips. Then she asked me, "Is that any better?" "Oh ya...the only thing better would be having you in my lap, and my cock in what must be a very tight pussy." "You don't waste much time do you...no sweet talking me, no chasing me around the room...nothing." "It's too hot to chase anyone, I'm tired from painting all day, and besides...you started it. Bending over in front of me, showing me that gorgeous sexy ass. And who was it that pulled her shorts down showing me her sweet ass and pussy. Oh no, I don't think either one of us wants to fool around playing games...right?" She just smiled and gave me a wink. Still though, I couldn't believe what I was saying, but after all the teasing over the years from this woman, I guess I wanted to see if it was all playful banter or the real deal. To my delight it was all to clear that it was for real. Marion then took off her top giving it a toss, then she turned around facing me. Her tits were amazing as she stood there running the wet, cold bottle of beer over her tits. Her nipples became rock hard, as she wedged the bottle between her tits. Then she ran the bottle over her nipples before placing it between my legs and up against my balls. Then she cupped her tits in her hands, and started caressing them, and rolling her nipples between her fingers and tugging at them. Then she moved her right hand down to her pussy, running her fingers through her bush, then sliding them into her pussy. My cock was aching as I watched Marion finger her pussy, then pull them out holding them up. Her fingers were glistening with her juices as she held her hand to my nose, wiping her juices under my nose and then sliding her fingers into my mouth. She tasted so good as I sucked her juices from her fingers. As she pulled her fingers from my mouth I looked at her saying, "Why don't you come over here, and sit on my cock...that's what you want isn't it?" To my surprise Marion moved up onto the recliner and positioned herself over my cock, and then held it still as she lowered herself down onto my cock. She leaned back into me as I slid my hands under her arms, and took her tits in my hands. Her pussy was so fucking tight, it was incredible as it grabbed my cock while she started humping me. In the meantime I started squeezing her tits, and rolling her nipples between my thumb and forefingers as she began to squeal and moan. As we fucked I couldn't believe how hot Marion was. This woman who was in her mid 40's had a pussy that was as tight as any 20 something I'd ever been with, not to mention her tits were as firm, and as sensitive as anyone one I'd ever been with. I closed my eyes and I couldn't tell the difference between Marion, and any woman half her age. Of course there was one glaring difference, Marion had more passion, more enthusiasm, and loved to fuck as much as any younger woman. My thoughts were interrupted when Marion started cumming, her pussy clamping down on my cock as the orgasms coursed through her body. She moved from my lap, and knelt down pushing my legs apart. She then moved between them, taking my cock in her hands and holding it with her fingers. She began running her tongue up and down the length of my shaft, licking me from the head of my cock down to my balls and back up again. She would look up and me, her eyes smiling as she swirled her tongue over the head of my cock, and then taking it into her mouth. The things she did to me made me grunt and moan as she finally started to deep throat me. She took nearly my entire cock down her throat, holding it there before slowly raising her head only to do it all over again. She took me to the edge where I nearly blew my load down her throat only to stop at the last minute. She then pulled me down on top of her where she whispered in my ear, "Eat my pussy Tommy...make me cum hard!" I moved between her legs looking at her beautiful pussy. She had these beautiful distended rose petal like pussy lips, that were burning with desire as I started running my tongue along the length of her pussy. Marion gasped as I continued licking her pussy, eventually working my tongue between those beautiful lips where her juices flowed down onto my tongue. I licked her creamy slit, pausing to work my tongue into her pussy, where I started tongue fucking her. That alone made her squeal out loud. I continued tongue fucking her until I couldn't anymore, replacing my tongue with my fingers as I took her clit into my mouth. Again she squealed out loud, even louder than the first time as I sucked her clit into my mouth and fingered her pussy. As she writhed on the floor, gasping and squealing my little finger accidentally slipped into her asshole. I was worried she wouldn't like it, but to my surprise not only did Marion like it, it sent her over the edge again. Her entire body started shaking as more orgasms coursed through her body. Once she had finished cumming she had me roll onto my back, where she mounted my cock and told me, "I want you to fill my pussy with your hot cum!" I started fucking her as she rode my cock, kissing me and licking her cum from my face. The woman was like a wild animal, riding my cock and humping me like there was no tomorrow. I rolled her over onto her back, and started slamming my cock into her tight pussy as she begged me to fuck her harder. Over and over I slammed my cock into her pussy, pummeling her as hard as I could. Finally I could feel my balls tighten, and that familiar burning sensation when my cock started throbbing as I filled her pussy with my load. Afterward we showered and came back into the den. As we sat finishing off the last of the beer Marion looked at me saying, "Tommy...that was the best fucking I've ever had. Not even my husband fucked me that hard. Now, I have a proposition for you. You can take it or leave it, you won't insult me or hurt my feelings, I want you to know that from the get go. What if we have an arrangement starting now, that you don't have to pay anything but the utilities and that's it. In return you'll have sex with me on a regular basis. What do you think?" "I think you have a deal sexy lady. You are an incredible lover bar none." "Excellent...now unfortunately I have to go home, but I'll see you soon Tommy, and thank you Sweetie for the best fucking I've had in a long, long time." "Same here Marion...I look forward to our getting together again." After she left I was exhausted from all that good sex, so went to bed to rest up for the next day. I didn't see Marion the following day, and then it was back to work. During my free time, I spent hours sending out resumes both on line, and I even went to places to drop them off. One was a new company that had come into town, that was related to the business I was in before I was laid off. I actually got to give my resume to the manager of H.R. along with an opportunity to talk to the person. He seemed genuinely interested, and we were having a good conversation when a sudden problem came up and he had to leave. I felt good about having been able to actually meet someone, instead of doing the impersonal email, or regular mailing of my resume. It was Friday night when I came home to find Marion in the kitchen. The smell of a home cooked meal wafted through the air as I walked into the kitchen. I felt my cock starting to harden when I saw what she was or actually what she wasn't wearing. She had on one of those old fashioned aprons, tied at the neck, but her back side was bare. I walked in and slipped my arms through the sides of the apron cupping her breasts in my hands saying, "Well now this looks just like what Mama used to make. I'm just glad it's not my Mama." Marion laughed and leaned back into me warning me not to get her excited or she might burn dinner. I told her I'd leave her alone to go change. I came back down in the kitchen wearing only a smile as Marion dished up dinner. It looked amazing and tasted even better as I ate. I told her she was spoiling me, and make it impossible for me to ever eat anyone else cooking. She just smiled and kept on eating. Once we were done I helped her put the dishes into the dish washer. Looking at her naked ass made my cock hard. I untied her apron letting it fall away, and then I pulled her back to me, my cock wedging between her ass cheeks. She sighed, "Oh fuck Tommy...your cock feels so good. I hope you don't mind my coming by, but I miss having a man around, and for as long as it lasts I want to take advantage of it. I hope you don't mind this crazy old lady fulfilling her need for sex." "Marion if you don't stop saying that shit, I'm gonna turn you over my knee and spank your sexy ass. The only thing is, I'm afraid you'd like it to much. I love having you come over and cook for me. You're a fantastic cook, and an even better lover. I'm in no hurry to find a woman and settle down, hell I don't even have a decent job yet, so this is the perfect arrangement. I'm making love to a hot woman, who loves to fuck, and doesn't seem to be able to get enough of it. Now shut up and lets have some fun." Marion reached back grabbing my ass and started grinding her hips against my cock that was now tightly wedged between her ass cheeks. Never had I felt anything so good. Any woman I had tried this with before freaked out saying I was trying to fuck them in the ass. Not Marion, she loved having my cock wedged between her ass cheeks. She squeezed her cheeks together trapping my cock between them, as I started working my hips, sliding my cock up and down her tight ass. I then started caressing her tits and rolling her nipples between my fingers something that I knew Marion loved. She was soon undulating her hips matching the rhythm of my cock. The more I teased her nipples the closer Marion was getting to cumming. I decided it was time for some more fun, so I removed my cock from between her ass cheeks, and turned her around facing me. We shared a deep soulful kiss before I sat her up on the kitchen counter top. I then moved between her legs and started running my tongue over her already aroused pussy. She was soon pulling my hair, and moaning as I licked and sucked her pussy. She loved it when I slid my tongue between her folds, running my tongue up and down her creamy slit. I took her close to the edge before I paused and started sucking her pussy lips into my mouth. Her lips were so fat and juicy that I just couldn't resist. She was soon squealing and begging me to make her cum. I started teasing her, continuing to suck her labia, and then taking her clit into my mouth where I started sucking her clit. I felt her grip tighten in my hair, making me want to squeal, when she started cumming. She came so hard my face was drenched with her juices. After she finished cumming, I slid my cock into her pussy, pulling her forward as I thrust my cock as deep as I could into her hot box. I started fucking Marion as hard as I could as she braced herself with one hand up against a cupboard and the other on the counter. Faster and faster I slammed her hot pussy, kissing her as she kissed her cum from my face. Finally I pulled her off the counter, my cock still in her pussy. I bent my knees still fucking her as I looked for a spot. Seeing the kitchen table, I laid her on the table top, and pulled her to the edge where I continued fucking her. As I slammed her pussy, I felt my cock start to throb, and in a matter of seconds I was filling her pussy with my load. Afterward we showered we talked and then went to bed. The next day started out like another day, when I got a call from the H.R. manger I had talked the other day. He apologized for having cut off our conversation earlier in the week. Then he asked if I could come by on his lunch hour, and of course I told him I would. When I arrived his secretary told me to go right in. He was waiting for me with an offer that I couldn't believe. Not only did he offer me a job, it was almost twice as much as I was making now. Needless to say I accepted the offer. Once we finished we shook hands as he welcomed me aboard. He smiled asking, "How soon can you start?" "As long as it takes me to make a quick call and quit me current job." "Great, then you and I can get our orientation out of the way, and the necessary paperwork completed." I spent the rest of the day meeting people and getting to know my immediate supervisor, a really good looking woman named Sage. She was a tall redhead with long sexy legs, and a perfectly proportioned body. For some reason I was getting this vibe from her like she somehow knew me. I don't know why I felt that way, but maybe it was the look in her eye or her smile, all I knew was she was one hot woman. After shaking her hand, and exchanging the usual niceties the H.R. manager said, "Well I'll let you two get acquainted. Good luck to you, I'm sure you'll do well." Once he left, Sage and I started talking. I spent the first half hour telling her about myself, my goals, where I was looking to go in the company, the usual things you discuss with a new boss in an effort to get off on the right foot. Sage listened to everything I had to say. When I finished she asked me, Caring Landlord and More "So do you have any questions for me?" I thought for a moment then said, "I got the feeling when we were first introduced that you somehow knew me, or knew of me. I know it's probably silly, but I just couldn't sake that feeling." She looked at me with a sly grin on her face saying, "And now...do you still have that feeling?" "I have to say, it hasn't left me. Do I know you from somewhere, or do you know me?" Then she gave me that look again saying, "You might have something, then again you might not. How's that for an answer?" Not wanting to push to much, and the fact I found this woman to be sexy as hell I opted for a sort of non answer replying, "Fair enough...it's always good to keep them guessing as they say. I will say however I'm very happy for the opportunity presented me today, and I'm going to do my best to show that it was a good decision to hire me. As for other questions I'd like to leave that open for now, just in case I think of something later." She smiled, "I think you and I are going to get along just fine. I do have one more question. It's a tad personal so you don't have to answer, but I was wondering if you have a significant other in your life at the moment?" "I don't mind answering. Yes and no. I'm not married, and I don't even have a girlfriend. I do however have a wonderful landlady who has helped me through a rough patch in my life, and I'd do anything for her in return for all she's done for me. Instead of tossing me out when I couldn't make the rent, we came up with an arrangement that was agreeable to both of us that would allow me to continue living there even though I didn't have the money for rent. In return, I did favors like painting the house inside, fixing things myself rather than calling in a professional and so on. Its' the proverbial win win for the both of us." "Mmmmm, it sounds like you really care for this lady, and I can appreciate that. It also sounds like a great arrangement for the both of you. That's all for now, I'll see you first thing in the morning, and congratulations. I think you are going to be very successful in our company." When I got home I couldn't wait to share the good news with Marion. When I walked in the door Marion acted as if she hadn't heard me. She was pretending to be busy doing something, but by now I was getting to know here habits. I walked over to her, telling her good evening. She looked up at me and smiled asking nonchalantly, "So how did your day go Tommy?" "Ah so so...nothing out of the ordinary." The look on her face told the story. Now I knew she had something to do with my getting that job. Living in this town as long as she has, she had to know a lot of people. She's an active member of the community, involved in so many community projects there isn't anybody she doesn't know that's not important in some way. I could tell it was killing her, my not saying anything but I wanted to see how long she could last without giving something up. I turned on the TV and started watching the local news as if I was bored and just waiting for dinner when she finally said, "So nothing happened today...nothing at all you want to tell me about?" "Mmmmm, no not really. Same old shit...different day. Why...should I have something to tell you?" Marion just looked at me and then stormed off into the kitchen. I could hear pots and pans banging around, and I knew she was pissed. Of course that told me all I needed to know, Marion definitely did have a hand in getting me that job. I knew I had to go in and thank her before she blew a fuse. I walked into the kitchen and put my arms around Marion kissing her on the neck. Then I whispered into her ear, "There was something that happened. I don't know how it slipped my mind." She smiled, "Well are you going to tell me, or keep playing with me?" "Well, it's the funniest thing. I got this call on my lunch hour from a company I had taken a resume to and dropped it off. The H.R. guy seemed impressed enough, but he had to go. I think I told you about him." "Yes I remember...cut to the chase will you." "Ya well it's kind of a long story, I thought since you already knew how it came about, you wouldn't need to know ALL the details of what happened." "Oh shit...did she spill the bean?" "Who...Sage...are you talking about Sage. Your daughter or is she your Niece, I forget which she said she was now." "Damn...you weren't supposed to know...leave it to her to spill the beans. You know she's my Niece." "No, I suspected nothing until I met her, and we started talking. The look in her eye, the feeling that she knew me, or knew of me from someone telling her. It all felt to...oh I don't know, all I know is somehow this job off wasn't just pure happenstance...someone had to push a couple of buttons. The thing is, I don't know how to thank you...for everything you've done for me. And now this! How am I ever going to repay your kindness Marion?" "You have Tommy...and hundred times over. You made me feel beautiful when I was at my lowest point in my life. You made love to me, took care of things around here for me, you've been there when I needed you most. I wanted to help you, because you've always helped others even when you didn't have to. That's why I pulled a couple of strings to get the ball rolling, but don't think for a second you weren't qualified for the job. All I got was the interview and no promises. It was you who impressed them, it was you who got the job all on your own...I had nothing to do with your being hired, and you can believe that." "Well thank you just the same, without that interview we may not be having this conversation." "Well stop talking and show me how much you appreciate it by fucking me senseless. It may be our last time." "Last time...what do you mean last time?" "I wasn't going to say anything, but I have to leave to go take care of my older Sister...Sage's Mother. She's pretty ill, even Sage doesn't know about it. That's another reason I got you that interview. I love my Niece as if she were my own daughter, and yes I really talked you up to her. I want her to be happy, she's had enough shit in her life and now this. Promise me you won't mention anything to her about it. She thinks I'm going back home just for a extended visit." "Alright, but I think she has a right to know." "She will as soon as I know more...now promise me!" "Alright...I promise." "Good...she's a good woman Tommy...a very good woman I want you to know that." "Hmmmm, first job provider now match maker...what's next?" "Oh shut up and fuck me!" "Just kidding Marion...if she's related to you then I already know she's a good woman." Marion went into the bedroom where we proceeded to fuck the night away. She truly made love as if this was going to be the last time for quite some time. It was as great as ever, but it was a little sad to. We feel asleep after fucking the night away, not even stopping to eat dinner. That morning as I came down for breakfast Marion was on the phone. It sounded serious, something I didn't want to interrupt. I heard her mentioning my name as I stood just off the doorway. Then I heard her say Sage, and I knew it was a family conversation. After she hung up, I walked by Marion who looked about ready to cry saying, "I'm running late...I'll catch something on the way." In an almost tearful voice she said something barely audible. I turned saying, "I love you Marion...don't worry about a thing...do what you have to do...I'll watch over Sage for you." Marion didn't answer, but the look on her face spoke volumes. When I got to work I looked for Sage but I didn't see her. Instead of looking around I went in and got to work. I knew what was expected of me, we had talked about it the day before. I had my nose buried in paperwork when Sage finally came in the office. I looked up and I could tell she'd been crying, her eyes were all read and puffy. She looked at me trying to put up a brave front paying me a compliment telling me she could see I had already gotten to work, and thanking me for not needing supervision. She then told me she would be in her office if I needed her. I looked up saying, "You want some privacy? I can tell people that come by that you're in a teleconference and to check back later." "Would you do that for me? Thank you so much Tommy, you have no idea...I just need some time alone." "I see that...don't worry about a thing, and if you need anything you know where I live," I quipped as I pointed at my desk. She actually smiled as she went into her office and closed the door behind her. About noon I called her office asking, "I don't mean to bother you, but I'm going to lunch, what can I get for you?" She told me a roast beef sandwich, no cheese and coffee black. I went over to the deli and got her sandwich and mine and went back because the place was packed. I went back and tapped on her door hearing a faint, "Is that you Tommy?" "Ya, it's me." "Come on in the door is open." I went in and set her coffee down along with her sandwich and was about to leave when Sage said, "Don't go...have lunch with me. It's Friday, and no one will be back. Everyone always leaves early on Friday. It's sort of an unwritten rule around here." "That explains the empty desks and parking lot. Just as well, that way I can concentrate and get things done." "You are such a hard worker...my...um what I mean is I like that." "Well I hear the boss is pretty hard nosed about getting the job done, so I wanted to impress her...you know...have her like me and all that stuff." She laughed, "The boss already likes you...AND you can call her Sage when it's just the two of us." "Very cool, I like that name by the way." "Thank you Tommy. You prefer Tom or Tommy?" "Doesn't matter, I've been called Tommy for so long, I wouldn't recognize someone calling me Tom. If you like Tom then feel free to call me that." We stopped taking and started eating. As we ate Sage started talking again, mostly about mundane things, more or less getting to know me better I thought. It was uncanny how much we had in common. Eventually the conversation turned to family, and I told her about mine, what little there was to tell. I didn't want to ask her about hers, for fear of making her sad. Still she started talking about her family when she suddenly stopped talking and looked at me. She looked at me for the longest time, then out of nowhere she said, "You know don't you?" Now it was my turn to stare. My mind was racing as I stared at her. I had nothing, no ideas of what to say or where to go with it so I said to her, "I made a promise to someone, someone I really care about. I wouldn't want to violate that trust, or break a promise that was so important to her. I don't want to make you mad at me either, but I'm going to have to take the 5th on that one." Sage smiled, "You are everything she said you were and more. She is so lucky to have you in her life. I wish I had someone like you." "Well Sage, there is no reason why you can't...even though I have someone just like you already, I think you know that things change, and I think you know what I mean. Besides, this person told me what a wonderful woman you are, and I would be a fool not to...well you know. And I totally agree with her." She smiled, and then she walked by me toward the door. Once there, she closed the blinds on either side of the door, and then locked the door. She then paused and turned around leaning up again the door. She looked at me for a moment and then said, "We both have made promises not to speak about certain things, yet I'm sure we both know that we've promised the same person promises that we may or may not keep. For now why don't we forget about those promises. I think you know what I'm going through, and I think you also can see that I really need someone right now. I don't know why, but I trust you like no one I ever have before. I just feel a connection to you that I can't explain, but sometimes explanations just aren't necessary." Then Sage walked over to me, and put her arms around me and pressed her lips to mine. She melted into my arms as we began kissing. It was like kissing Marion, it was so uncanny how similar they were to one another. As our kisses grew more passionate, so did our arousal, and we were soon groping one another. I pulled Sage's dress up, sliding my hands up over her ass. I found she wasn't wearing panties all while she was tugging at my zipper. I pushed her back against her desk, pulling the bottom of her dress up as high as I could. I looked down feasting my eyes on her wet lips inflamed from her passion. I pushed her back a little more as I knelt down between her legs, pausing for a moment to take in the aroma of her aroused pussy. My nostrils flared at the scent of her arousal, while lowering my head and running my tongue over her wet lips. She gasped and placed her hands on the back of my head, as my tongue searched out her creamy juices. I worked my way between her folds licking up her secretions as they flowed down onto my tongue. Before long I had found her opening and worked my tongue inside her pussy where I began tongue fucking her. I pushed my tongue into her hot pussy as deep as I could while she gasped and moaned, all while grinding her hips into my face. It was obvious that this woman loved having her pussy licked, and even more obvious it had been a while since she had enjoyed such pleasure. With my tongue growing tired, I raised my head taking her clit into my mouth, and sliding as many fingers into her pussy as humanly possible. I sucked on her clit as she gasped and begged me not to stop as if I had any plans to do so. I sucked her clit until I felt her body start to shudder and quake from what I hoped would be many orgasms. Not wanting for her to stop cumming, I stood up lifting Sage up onto her desk. She pulled my face to hers, kissing me as she licked her cum from my face while I unzipped her dress and pushed it off her shoulders. She let it fall down past her breasts while we continued kissing. I immediately dispensed with her bra giving it a toss as I ogled her gorgeous tits. Her aureole's were large and pink and her nipples were rock hard. I took them into my mouth, licking and sucking them as Sage struggled with my trousers. Finally I felt them falling down around my ankles, but my shorts were hung up on my hips. I lifted my head long enough to get rid of the shorts, and the trousers leaving my rock hard cock available to slide into Sage's pussy. She reached down first grabbing my cock, and began running the head up and down her pussy. We were kissing again as she introduced my cock to her hot pussy, sliding the head into her opening. With my hands now on her waist I pulled her forward with a hard yank, driving my cock hard into her pussy. Sage gasped and tilted her head back as I started pumping her pussy as hard as I could. She gasped again speaking this time saying, "Oh fuck Tommy...Oh fuck...you have no idea how much I need your cock in my pussy. Fuck me Tommy...just fuck me!" I pushed her down so she was laying on top of her desk, while I rammed my cock as hard as I could into her pussy. Over and over I pummeled her hot pussy as Sage squeezed her tits, and tugged at her nipples. My balls where slapping her inner thighs as we fucked. I pulled her up after a few minutes, and then lifted her from the desk with her still impaled on my cock. As I stood there, knees bent, thrusting my cock into her pussy Sage started cumming yet again. When she finished cumming I sat her on the edge of her desk where she told me to trade places with her. I sat on the edge of her desk, and spread my legs wide as she moved between them. Sage took my cock in her hand, still glistening with her cum running down it, as she started running her tongue up and down my shaft. She was soon licking my cock, and sucking the head into her mouth. It wasn't lost on me how similar she was to Marion when it came to giving head. Both women were incredible in their own way. Sage though seemed to be the better of the two, only because she would vary her style from aggressive to more laid back, and then switch up yet again. She was amazing bring me to orgasm and taking every drop I had. When she was done she stood up with a smile on her face, and a little trickle of cum running down her chin from the corner of her mouth. I took her in my arms and licked the cum from her mouth, then placed my lips to hers as she shared a salty kiss. We kissed and held one another for several minutes, just holding and caressing on another. I could feel the love and tenderness oozing from every pour in her body. It was as if all she wanted was to be loved and have someone care about her without any strings attached. After some time had passed she looked at me saying, "That was so wonderful Tommy...I felt like we were a couple...lovers sharing something really special together. Thank you for doing that, even it was just in the moment." "What do you mean just in the moment. There's one thing you need to know about me, I don't do anything in the moment, not when it comes to loving someone I care about. This was not just a little office fling to me. It felt real...as real as real can be. I know I'm new here, and we've only known one another for a short time, but that was heartfelt and real to me, there was no acting there." Sage looked at me as if I was from another planet. Then she asked, "Really...you felt that...like it was real? I don't know what to say or think but I felt the same. I didn't even consider you felt the same as me." "Well maybe it's because your Marion's Niece, and as much as I love Marion, why wouldn't I love you? Ya I know it was a promise, but like you said, sometimes there are promises you can't keep. This is one of those times." I could see tears welling up in Sage's eyes as she said, "This is such a scary time for me on so many levels, if this is real, and you really mean what you say...and I think you do...then I don't want this to be a fling or anything like that. I need you now, and I want to see where this goes. Not expectations, no strings...I just want to let it happen wherever it goes. And thank you for breaking that promise, I don't think I could have, although I still think Marion expected one of us to." I knew at that moment I'd found the woman I'd been looking for all my life. Sage and I went home that night and never looked back. Her Mother got better, although Marion stayed on with her. She was happy we broke the promise as well. Sage and I have a beautiful relationship, and we are letting it go wherever it takes us, but I only see a bright future for the both of us. I still live in the rental for now, one reason is to keep it up for Marion, and Sage wants our relationship to remain discreet because of work, and that's fine with me. We both know that the way things are going, it won't be long before we're together and then everyone will know. Caring Means Sharing I was eating supper with my husband, Ned, in our Los Angles home on Thursday evening. My husband had said it had been a difficult day but he hadn't provided any follow-up details. I watched the tattoo on his bicep dance as he forked a bite of food into his mouth. The Baybayin script translated into English, "Family First." It reflected my Filipino heritage not his Anglo background. I had the same tattoo on my left bicep. I giggled as he slopped food down the front of his shirt. His blue eyes flared with frustration and he shouted, "Fuck!" "It will wash," I said as I sat down my fork, "There's no need to be so upset." "I know. I'm sorry. I'm just on edge. I had lunch with Dad, today. I had to drive up to Santa Monica with take-out because he wouldn't leave the factory. He's lost thirty pounds since Mom passed away. He doesn't eat right and all he does is work. I'm afraid I'm going to lose him too." Ned was an only child and his mother died eighteen months ago from a sudden brain aneurism. She had just been forty-five. She had been a beautiful woman and Ned favored her looks. I smiled to reassure my husband. I leaned across the table and used my fingers to comb his sandy locks out of his face. Patting his cheek I said, "He's still mourning. Give him time." My husband shrugged unconvinced. "He still wants me to join him at Parker Manufacturing." "Well, why don't you? Didn't your mother's father start the company?" "Yeah, it's the family business but I like working for Eldon Industries." Ned's eyes sparkled as his face broke into a big grin. "I was just made project leader for the acquisition of Amherst Automotive Company by the way." "That's wonderful," I cooed. He took a satisfied sip of his beer and said, "I leave for Toronto, tomorrow." My eyes widen and I squealed, "Tomorrow? We have a wedding on Catalina Island to attend on Saturday." Ned held up his hands in self-defense. "Sorry, Babe but duty calls. This is the first project I've been given lead on. We're going to merge Amherst Automotive with Synertek Electronics under the Eldon Industries umbrella and make electric cars. The negotiations are purposely scheduled for the weekend so as not influence the sale of stocks for any of the companies involved." I seethed, "What about the wedding? We can't, not go. Stacy attended our wedding." Ned shrugged again, pissing me off more. "Sorry, you'll have to go by yourself." My face flushed with fury. "Wait just a damned minute. My boss asked me to work the weekend. I told him that he would just have to get along without me since I had plans with my husband." "Sorry, Babe, I can't pass up this opportunity to go to some spoiled sorority girl's wedding." I jumped to my feet and shouted, "It's not just the wedding, Fucker. We were going to the wedding then have our own romantic weekend. I made nonrefundable reservations at the Wrigley Inn for five hundred fucking dollars a night. Well, fuck you, Ned Barnett." I stormed out the kitchen and down the hall. My forceful footfalls echoed my anger. Once I was in our bedroom I slammed the door. I went into the master bath and again slammed the door. I savagely twirled the bath tub facet and water exploded from it full blast. I lit some aromatherapy candles. I inhaled the lavender scent deeply trying to calm down. With rage I stripped my clothes as the tub filled with water. I wasn't upset that Ned had to work. I was upset that he had forgotten about our romantic weekend. I fumed, "How could he forget?" I inhaled deeply again feeling the calming effect of the scented candles. Naked I studied my twenty-three old body in the bathroom mirror. I had the exact same Baybayin tattoo on my left bicep as Ned. I said the words in my Filipina mother's native Tagalog, "Pamilya muna" which translated into English, "Family First." My dark mocha skin tone was inherited from my Africa-American father. I inherited my smallish but perky breasts from my Filipina mother. I twisted each of the straight barbells that pierced my dusky nipples. They hardened immediately. Turning off the water I got into the tub and sank beneath the suds. I calmed even more as the hot water caressed my taut muscles. I lathered up my pussy in order to shave it. I ran a razor over the unsightly stubble. I pressed a finger against the jeweled curved barbell that vertically pierced my clitoral hood. The jewels on the piercing were clear calcite crystals intended to amplify my sexual energy. A moan escaped me as a pleasurable impulse rushed through my cunt. I glanced at the door disappointed. I had expected my husband to have joined me by now. I had left the bathroom door unlocked for him. Frowning I lathered my legs and shaved them. I had a tattoo on the inside of each leg just above the ankle. The left one was a coiled dragon to reflect grace and power. I had gotten it after I had read a study that showed that women with dragon tattoos were more assertive and self-confident. A small anchor decorated my other ankle. It was a tribute to my father's naval service. My last tattoo was a butterfly tramp stamp on the small of my back. I got it because it represented beauty and a free spirit. I really couldn't wash it and wished my husband had followed me into the bathroom. I hollered for Ned. He stuck his head in the door. "Yeah Babe, you bellowed." I looked into the blue pools of his eyes. A girl could drown in his eyes. How could I stay angry? I held up the washcloth and with a pouty voice said, "Mahal (Beloved), wash my back please." "Sure, Babe." Ned smiled and entered the bathroom. I pulled the washcloth back when he reached for it. "Get naked and get in the tub first." Ned laughed. "You know your Papa was right. He told me that you're like ginger tea." "How's that?" I asked as he stripped, his buff body always excited me. "You have to allow the water in the tea kettle to blow off steam before you get the spicy and stimulating flavor from the tea." "Wise words from Papa-san," I giggled in agreement then apologized, "I'm sorry I threw a tantrum. I know you have to work. It just upset me that you forgot about our together time." Ned slipped into the tub and sat across from me. He reached for the washcloth but I shook my head and lathered his chest with it. He leaned back with a sigh enjoying my gentle touch. He closed his eyes and said, "I'm sorry about this weekend. For the record I didn't forget about your plans. I just didn't want the all the drama." "You know I'm surprised my papa told you I was a drama queen. He didn't like you for a long time. He thought you were just another Caucasian dude looking to score some Brown Sugar." "I'd say you're more spicy than sweet my beautiful biracial bride." Ned chuckled, leaned forward and gave me a peck on the lips I splashed water on him. "Fuck you." "Please do." My husband's face split into a Cheshire Cat grin. His manhood was erect and poked through the surface of the water like a submarine periscope. I shot Ned a naughty grin and scooted towards him. I draped my wet arms around his neck. I was momentarily mesmerized by the contrasting colors of our skin. My mocha and his cream, together we made cappuccino. I kissed him and wondered how our babies would look. "Hmm, I love you, Babe," he moaned. His hands busily fondled my breasts. "Hup," I gasped as he twisted the barbell jewelry that ran through my rigid nipples with eager enthusiasm. My hand groped for his cock underneath the water and began stroking it, now it was his turn to gasp. I lauded, "Hubba-hubba." Ned lifted me up on to his lap and I fed his hard cock into my hungry hole. He watched my eyes to gauge my gratification. He grinned as they widen as his cock penetrated me. Panting with pleasure I sank completely down on his cock until it was fully situated inside my sweltering snatch. I stammered, "Mahal, you're so hard....so big...feels so good...inside me." I squeezed my cunt muscles tightening my grip on his cock. The sensation took his breath away. I began to glide gracefully on his shaft as we embraced. First, I would rock my pelvis back and tighten my vaginal muscles around Ned's cock. Then I would roll forward and my cunt would reluctantly release its grip on his cock. Our passion built and before long my pelvic motions became more frantic. I growled as Ned's cock put pressure on my G-spot. I altered my movements to enhance that pressure. Suddenly, I stiffen and felt a warm rush of pleasure as my cunt contracted in orgasm. I went limp in Ned's arms. "Cassie, I love you." He whispered holding me tight as I struggled to recover. "Are you alright?" I nodded as Ned picked me up off his lap and sat me on the edge of the tub. Water cascaded into the floor. Steam rose from my body. The water surged back and forth in the tub as Ned moved between my legs. His cock was still seeking relief. He spread my legs wide and saw that my lustful labia opening like a blooming rose petal I was ready to receive him. I watched as he gripped his cock and slid it into my responsive snatch. Our eyes locked as the blunt head of his cock once again penetrated me. I blinked as he sank his full length into me balls deep. Once again my pussy muscles clenched his cock. I seized his shoulders for balance. I wildly raked my heels across his ass like bronco rider trying to score eight as he frantically plunged his cock in and out of my hot box. My words urged him onward, "That's it Mahal, pound my pussy, pound my pussy." Risking falling off the tub edge I freed a hand from his shoulder and pushed on my pierced clit. I frowned as Ned slowed his pace to torment me by twisting my nipple jewelry. I slapped his ass and hissed, "Faster Lekat, don't...don't stop." (Lekat is Tagalog for wayward boy). He began to pump my pussy like he was possessed. Once again he felt my cunt contract around his cock as wave after climatic wave crashed down on me. It proved to be more than he could take and he sank his full length into my pussy. He shot spurts of cum deep inside me. Once he was drained he sat back in the still agitated water and gasped for breath. He watched his cum dribble out of my pussy and drip on the side of the tub. He whispered, "I love you, Babe." Exhausted I leaned against my husband's shoulder and weakly confirmed, "I love you, Mahal." He lovingly kissed me and then sat back in the sullied water. He quickly washed his cock and got out of the tub. He dried off and watched as I squatted in the tub and washed my exploited cunt. He smiled at me and left the bathroom. I rose from the tub, dried off and slipped into a nightie then crawled into bed. While Ned finished packing for his departure in the morning I began to drift to sleep. Just before sleep took me I whispered "I love you, Ned." Sometime later I awoke in bed alone. Troubled, I went looking for my husband. I found him sipping a beer sitting in the dark living room. There was enough ambient light so I didn't turn on a light. I sat on his lap and snuggled up to his chest. As he wrapped his arms around me I asked, "What's the matter Mahal, can't you sleep?" Ned replied, "I keep thinking about Dad." "Why?" I rested my head on his shoulder. Ned hugged me tight as he continued, "He really pushed me to join the family's business today. He said I had an obligation to the family to run the business. He even brought up my Filipino tattoo, 'Family First.' He said if I didn't join him I should get it removed." I sat up and looked into my husband's face. I brushed away a tear that rolled silently down his cheek. "That sure doesn't sound like Max. What do you think is going on?" He shrugged. "I don't know. He's not himself without Mom. He has poured himself into that injection-molded thermoplastics process. Now that it's finally up and going I think he's looking for an exit strategy." The raw emotion in my husband's voice frightened me. "What do you mean, exit strategy?" "Suicide," the gravity of his words choked him. He clutched me and sobbed into my bosom. I stroked the back of his head. Remembering my mother's words of comfort I cooed in Tagalog, "Palanggâ, Palanggâ" (My Love, My Love). "I just buried my mother I don't want to bury my father, too." Taking Ned's face in my hands I studied it. "Why do you think Max is suicidal?" Ned wiped his eyes. "I don't mean he'll off himself tomorrow. Dad feels too responsible to his employees. He wants me to join the company so I can take over then he'll do it." "So how do we deal with it? Max is my family too." "He needs someone like Mom in his life." "Your father isn't ready to date." "I didn't say date. I said he needs someone like Mom, someone like you." Pushing off my husband's chest I sat up. "What do you mean?" "Like you said, Dad isn't interested in dating but he does need a woman. It has to be a woman whom he already has a relationship. It can't be someone from the company. The only available woman in his life is you." "I'm not available. What are you saying?" My voice rose with indignation. I jumped to my feet. I glared daggers down at my husband with my hands on my hips waiting for his response. He sighed, "Caring means sharing. I'm willing to share my wife to save my father's life." "I'm your wife, not your whore," I shouted. I slapped his face. Ned took the blow without flinching. His eyes reflected the pain in his heart not the sting on his face. "I didn't mean for it to sound that way. I'm sorry. It's more than just sex. If it was just sex, I'd find Dad a hooker. For my dad being in a sexual relationship gives him a level of self-confidence that influences everything he thinks, feels or does. At heart Dad's a romantic." "Really?" I began to calm. I nodded towards Ned's beer sitting on the end table. He handed the half-empty bottle to me and said, "Do you know why he always wears that copper bracelet?" I shook my head negatively and sipped the beer. "Dad is originally from Kentucky. He was a really good baseball player, a pitcher. The Santa Monica Sharks drafted him and he came to California after he graduated high school to play Minor League Baseball." "I didn't know that." Ned nodded and continued, "Yeah, anyway he was out here a couple of years when he met Mom in a bar. She had a boyfriend at the time, a real jealous guy. Anyway, Dad and his buddies were celebrating at the bar. There was an extra chair at Mom's table and Dad simply asked if he could snag it. About that time Mom's boyfriend came out of the restroom and had a fit. He accused Mom of flirting and yanked her out her chair by her arm. Dad busted him in the face. The blow broke the dude's jaw and Dad's hand. It ended his ball career. He now has arthritis in that hand. The copper bracelet is supposed to relive the pain but he wears more as a badge of honor." "Wow," I said barely above a whisper. "I never knew." "Anyway, Grandpa Parker hired Dad to load trucks at the factory. His way of thanking Dad for defending his daughter's honor. Dad married Mom awhile later. He went out every day of her life to conquer the world and bring it back to her like a trophy. Dad needs to make love more than he needs sex. Dad needs a woman who loves him so he can feel like a man again." "I think I understand." I murmured. I quickly sat back down on Ned's lap and hugged him close with tears in my eyes. Ned looked intently into my eyes and said with a trace of anxiety, "I love you too. I don't want to lose you either." The deep blue pools that were his eyes beckoned me. I kissed him to reassure him, "You won't." I pointed to the tattoo on my bicep then the same one on his bicep. I recited the words in Tagalog then in English, "Pamilya muna, Family First." Ned nodded his understanding. "Does that mean you're willing to make love to my father?" "Max is family and I care about my family. So if caring for Max means sharing my body with him then I will, but won't you be jealous?" "Maybe, but I think I can deal with it. I can't deal with losing my father or you." "Maybe Max won't want me." I offered chewing my lower lip. "Dad loves you. In fact when we first started getting serious he warned me about breaking your heart more sternly than your papa. You just need to take the relationship you have with my dad to the next level." "So how do I go about it?" I asked. "I was wrestling with that very question and I think I have a solution. Ask Dad to escort you to Catalina and seduce him there. I'm sure you'd give Dad that conquer the world feeling, that's what he needs. But, he will resist you because he's a stand-up guy and fucking your son's wife is taboo." "Are you sure? Because once we cross that bridge there's no going back. You're asking me to have a physical relationship with your father, a relationship that may deepen his feelings for me and my feelings for him as well." "Cassie, that's the only way this will work. I think if you just had sex with Dad, he would be guilt-stricken and he would get more depressed. He'd be worse off than he is now." "But physical love is still sex. You know how I like sex. I won't hold back with your father. I'll give him all the pleasure I give you. I'll suck his cock and spread my legs wide so he can pound my pussy with his giant cock." Ned grimaced, "How do you know my father has a giant cock?" I giggled, "Your mother told me the first Thanksgiving after we were married. You and Max were in the den watching football and your mother and I were talking orgasms in the kitchen." "Really?" "Yeah, she said she hoped that you were as good a cocksman as your father. He not only put a smile on her face, he was the reason she walked bowlegged." "Wow," he said then added, "Mom and Dad had a great sex life because it truly was a physical expression of their love." "What do you mean?" "I caught Mom and Dad having sex once. I came home from college unexpectedly late one night. I was walking down the hall and their bedroom door was open. I heard Mom squeal so I stopped and stuck my head in their doorway. I could see Dad between Mom's legs in the missionary position. Mom was clutching his ass. I could tell he was cumming by the way he buried himself inside her. She soon followed, I'll never forget the look of raptured joy she had on her face when she had her orgasm. That was the night I had learned there was a huge difference between fucking and making love." Ned's cock hardened beneath my bottom. The memory of his parents love making had aroused him. In truth I was aroused, too. Standing I slipped my nightie over my head then peeled my panties down. I pointed his hard cock at my excited soggy pussy then lowered myself back into my husband's lap. As my husband's cock penetrated my cunt I bit my lip and clutched the padded arms of the chair. I slowly sank down on Ned's hard cock until I was fully seated upon it. I paused and enjoyed the way his cock pulsated against my G-spot. With pleasure I glided gradually up and down of my husband's cock. "Cassie...you're pussy... feels so....so good," Ned stuttered. I stammered back, "Hard...cock...feels...good." Ned gripped my hips to help balance me as I bounced up and down on his cock. His grunts and my groans blended with the wet flesh on flesh smacks into a melodic crescendo of intimacy. He pulled me down until his cock was fully invested inside me. With a growl he shot his wad deep into my recesses. His spraying cock was firmly lodged against my G-spot adding to my own orgasmic urgency. I pushed my palm hard against my bejeweled clit hood driving it into my supersensitive clit. Rockets of pleasure launched across my mind. My pelvis contracted with an intense orgasm. I barked, "Cum, cum, cum." After I returned from my climatic orbit I leaned back against Ned's chest and kissed his cheek. Meanwhile, his cock softened and slipped from my cunt. I basked in the afterglow of our copulation and said with a heavy sigh, "I love you, Mahal. I love you so much."