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Crush

By: MrShyTown



My 10 year high school reunion was a bit nerve-wracking, in theory. Would I measure up to some of these people that I'd never felt on par with during high school? Did any of those cliques even matter anymore? But the real question was whether Natalie would be there, and whether she would be single or married, and of course whether I would finally, after 10 years, be able to tell her casually that I had a massive crush on her throughout my entire adolescence. 

She was, to me, the epitome of the high school cheerleader: blonde curls, green eyes, and a body that, far from being overweight, was nonetheless a wonderland of curves and sensuous mystery. The way she filled out the red and gold cheerleader outfit was more than enough to keep me in the stands every Friday night, paying almost no attention to the game itself. All she had to do was stand there to keep me interested, but on the rare occasion when I was treated to a full view of a high leg kick, it would fuel my fantasies for weeks on end. I only spoke to her once during those years, a magical walk from math class to English class, during which we talked about hiking mostly. A common fantasy for me was going hiking with her in the hills behind the school, a trip which would invariable end with the two of us on a blanket in some remote woods, me buried balls deep in that bubbly, curvaceous behind of hers. But I never had the nerve to tell her any of this.

So here I was, ten years later and about to get my chance. About midway through the night, which was primarily marked by very loud 80's music and very little room to stand, much less sit, I found myself standing across from her in the back corner of the room. Ten years had, if anything, made her even hotter. She was thinner without the baby fat of her teen years, but no less busty, especially after two kids. I learned this news with considerable dismay, especially when I was also introduced to her husband of four years, who then drifted off to the bar. Well, nothing to lose now, I thought. Completely safe situation.

"So, you may find this hard to believe, but I had a crush on you pretty much from 3rd grade on," I said.

Something in her response showed me that this was not unexpected news. "Well, that's interesting," she said playfully. "I had a crush on you in junior high."

I was shocked and stimulated at the same time, but mainly I was kicking myself for the things I had missed by being so shy back then. I mean, my fantasies could have actually happened? That was almost too much to contemplate.

From there the conversation turned to what we'd been up to and basically getting to know each other for the first time. She was just as warm and intelligent as I'd imagined her to be. I can't say there were sparks, and if she had intentions of anything further than a friendship I didn't pick up on them. Upon hearing that I was in town for another day, she surprised me by inviting me to her house for lunch. I didn't ask whether or not her husband and kids would be there, and initially declined, but she asked again and something told me to say yes, so the plans were made.

The house was your typical split-level ranch, on a quiet street in our hometown, not far from the high school. Lunch was cordial, with her husband and two children present (a boy, 4, a daughter 3). Other than the fact that I kept wondering what I was doing there, it was perfectly pleasant. I can't remember much of the conversation due to the fact that my mind was wandering from one illicit scenario to the next. By the time I had finished my tuna salad, I had imagined us banging away in just about every room of the house, not to mention on the table itself. She didn't help matters by wearing a black tank top with a low neckline that gave an ample view of those fabulously large tits. A hint of a black silk bra strap on her left shoulder brought to mind a smooth black bra straining to hold them from bursting out. I also managed to catch her looking at me several times with what seemed more like curiosity than anything.

When she got up to clear the table I was given a better view of her ample ass filling a tight black skirt and tanned legs leading down to bare feet. Just as she turned to walk into the kitchen, I caught her eye, and somehow I got the message: 'follow me'. I made some excuse about helping with the dishes and walked the 15 or so feet from the dining room to the kitchen. As I rounded the corner, behind the cabinets and out of sight of the dining room, she had put the dishes down and had turned to face me, leaning backwards against the counter. 

The unspoken yearning we had both felt was now more powerful than any worry about the fact that her family was in the next room. In seconds my lips were on hers, devouring her taste, our hands roving over our bodies as if we had only moments to explore everything. My hands trembled as they searched down her back and found her ass through the black skirt. As I palmed each marvelous cheek, I pulled her lower body into mine and felt my straining erection, which was pointed down my right leg, push into her upper thigh. She clearly felt it too, for she let out a slightly startled moan, her hands going immediately to the fabric of my jeans. Her fingers traced the outline of my cock, from base to head. As I moved my hands upward, I slid them under her shirt and drifted up her smooth belly to those satin-bound globes, coming up underneath them until I felt her quickly hardening nipples through the soft, thin fabric.

It was all so forbidden and deliciously naughty, with her husband and children not 20 feet away. We could hear them talking, and would therefore be able to tell if anyone made a move toward the kitchen. While I was busy exploring her luscious lips, she suddenly pulled away, moving to the sliding door that led onto the patio. She slid it open, motioning for me to follow into the backyard. She called to her husband, letting him know that she was going to show me the garden and we would be back in five minutes.

To Be Continued...

Crush



"Caitlyn, can you get the mail?" My mom called out from the kitchen.

I glanced down at myself. I was wearing black velour shorts and a white tank top with a plunging neckline. I wasn't wearing a bra and the shorts was so tight that the soft swell of my pussy mound was visible. I hesitated for just a brief moment, did not see any neighbors around, and quickly walked out into the sun.

I jogged over to the mailbox, picked up our mail and was about to walk back to the house when I saw my new neighbor. She was in her garage, apparently working on her car. The hood was up and she was bent over. It was one of those old vintage cars you see in antique car shows.

She had moved into our neighborhood a couple of weeks ago and we hadn't formally introduced ourselves other than the casual wave and smile. Forgetting my scanty clothes, I walked over to introduce myself.

Not wishing to startle her, I cleared my throat loudly and called out "Hi" even before I reached her garage.

She straightened up and turned around. A smile lit up her face when she saw me, "Hi, I am Nancy." She held up her greasy hands apologetically.

"Hi Nancy, I am Caitlyn. I live next door."

"Yes, I have seen you but didn't get a chance to talk. Nice to finally meet you, Caitlyn!"

"I hope I am not bothering you. I can come back later if you wish."

"No stay. I am almost done." Her voice was soft but had a quiet authority about it. I saw her glance at me with an appreciative smile. Without another word she leaned back under the hood of her car.

I watched as she tightened a greasy bolt. The spanner slipped from her fingers and fell inside the engine. Without thinking, I reached in to pick it up but was surprised when Nancy said sharply, "Don't!" And before I could reach the spanner she grabbed my hand and quickly pulled it out.

"I just drove in and the engine is still hot. I didn't want you to get burned." Her tone had softened a bit.

I looked at my arm where she had grabbed it. It was coated with grease from her hand. Nancy followed my eyes and smiled, "I am sorry, Caitlyn. I didn't mean to rub dirty grease over your delicate arm."

I shrugged smiling, "It is okay. Glad I didn't get burned. The grease will wash off, I am sure."

"I have a special soap to wash off grease. Let me wrap this up and we'll go in and wash it off."

I stood a couple of steps behind her and watched as she leaned back in. She was wearing a short, really short blue jeans shorts and a red sleeveless tank top. She had thick curly red hair cut short. She looked quite tall, at least five nine. Beside her my five six frame looked short.

"There, all done! I have to take a test run but that can wait until we wash up. Come on in."

Again her tone surprised me. It was as if she didn't expect to be disobeyed. I wondered what she did for a living. I hesitated before followed her in.

She opened the kitchen faucet and waited for the hot water to flow. She asked me to rinse my arm in the hot water and then proceeded to spray soapy foam on to the greasy spot. I was surprised when she gently took my hand in hers and rubbed my arm with a soft wash cloth. The way she held and rubbed my arm sent a warm tingle down my spine. It felt like a sensuous massage!

She looked into my eyes and asked, "Feel good?"

I nodded hoping she'd continue. Nancy smiled and held my arm under the warm jet of water. She then proceeded to wash her own hands. As we were drying our hands with soft towels, she said, "This is a special soap. It not only cleans grease but it also leaves the skin moist. For the amount of grime I pick up daily, I don't know what I'd do without it."

She gently reached for my hand and ran her fingers lightly over my arm. "Your skin is very silky. I am glad the grease washed off easily. Otherwise I would have felt very guilty."

I laughed, "It is not a big deal, Nancy." I continued, quickly changing the subject, "What do you do for a living?"

"I am an aircraft mechanic."

"Wow, no wonder you are able to repair your car yourself. Must be nice!"

"Yes, I love what I do. How about you? What do you do?"

"I will finish college this year. I plan to do my Masters next."

"Wow, brains and beauty, huh? What a deadly combination!" She laughed.

Her subtle compliments, firm voice, and gentle touch made me feel good. "You are gorgeous, Nancy! I don't know how you keep the men at bay at work. I have heard that mechanics are always horny!"

She looked directly at me and said, in a matter of fact voice, "They leave me alone; they know I a lesbian." 

I didn't know what to say and Nancy misunderstood my silence, "I am sorry but if you're not comfortable, please feel free to leave. I won't be offended."

"No, no, it is not that. In fact two of my closest girl friends are gay. It is just the way you said it caught me by surprise."

She laughed, "I don't like surprises and so I am upfront about my life style."

I hesitated, "Do you have a girl friend?"

"Yes, I do. Her name is Jennifer but she still lives in Los Angeles. I recently got transferred to Dallas. Jenn is a school teacher and plans to join me after schools are out for summer. Hopefully she will find a good school in this area where she can teach next school year."

Nancy disappeared into a room and came back with a small photo album. I assumed the pretty blonde to be Jennifer. There were several photos of Nancy and Jennifer together. Some of the poses were quite intimate, making me blush. My eyes lingered on the one where they were kissing; their arms were around each other, hugging tight.

"You're both gorgeous!" I finally said, handing the album back her.

She smiled, "You think so?"

"Yes, I think you have a great body and a beautiful face. I love your hair."

"Thank you Caitlyn. "

"And..." my voice trailed off.

"What? Go on say it."

"I love the way you take charge. Your voice is soft yet commanding. Your touch is firm yet comforting. You come across as caring yet controlling. Is that what Jennifer loves about you?"

Nancy laughed and openly stared at me from head to toe, taking in every little detail. "You know you remind me of my Jennifer a lot. Besides being blondes and gorgeous, you both have an endearing smile that just melts my heart." She continued, "Can I ask you something personal too?"

Before I could answer, my cell phone rang. "Hi Kevin."

Kevin was my boy friend. "Darling I have to work late tonight. I won't be able to take you out to dinner. Sorry." His was genuinely disappointed.

"That's oaky," I said, hiding my own disappointment. "Come over tomorrow for lunch. Maybe we can swim in the pool. It is going to be a hot Sunday." We said our byes and 'I love you's and hung up.

"That was my boy friend Kevin." And then I remembered she was going to ask something. "You were about to ask me something?"

"I was about to ask you if you had a boy friend. That call just answered my question."

"Yes, Kevin and I have been together for a couple of years now. He's is in his mid twenties. A charmer, and a very successful business man."

"Does he live here with you?"

"No, he lives a few miles from here. I live here with my mother since it is nearer to my school. It also lets me focus on my studies rather than worry about maintaining a home. Kevin travels a lot and so for now it works out great for us."

"Are you guys planning to wait until you get married before having...sex?" Nancy laughed.

I blushed. Something about this woman was making me light headed. "No, of course not! We have a lot of fun. Kevin is open to trying anything and has taught me a lot."

"You mean sexual adventures?"

I nodded, "We made love the night I turned eighteen. That was the best birthday gift of the day. He taught me how to blow a special candle! I giggled and added, "And we have sex every night we are together."

"So what happens when he travels out of town?" Nancy seemed genuinely concerned.

"Oh, I have enough toys to keep me busy." I giggled and then switched the focus back on her. "What about you and Jennifer? How do you manage this long separation?"

"Toys of course! We use them when we are together and use them when we are apart. But what I miss is the softness of her slender fingers and the warmth of her mouth..all over my body." Nancy seemed lost in thought for a while.

The way she said it made me acutely conscious of her sexual preference. And I felt myself getting turned on! I have had sexual conversations with my lesbian friends, but that was more out of curiosity than arousal. Somehow Nancy's words made me concious of my body and her nearness made me warm all over. My nipples were thrusting against the soft white top.

"When I am alone I work out at the gym to the point of exhaustion. After that a cold shower and am asleep the instant I hit my bed."

" Have you ever ..." I left the sentence unfinished, unable to bring myself to ask.

"Slept with a man? Is that what you want to know?" I smiled and nodded.

She smiled to put me at ease. "Yes I have, a few times. But I have decided not to anymore."

"Why? Isn't it better than a plastic cock?" I couldn't believe I was talking like to a total stranger this way. But I was enjoying it and past caring!

"No doubt it is. I just need a hard throbbing cock inside my pussy. But I don't like the hardness of the masculine body that operates it. I love the soft suppleness of a woman's body. The sweet lips, the soft fingers, the warm and silky smooth skin. Besides, I crave oral sex. I love the sweet taste of a young pussy. I love to play with the succulent clitoris with my lips, teeth, and tongue. And I love it when a girl lavishes me with tenderness!

I was not only getting warm all over, I was also getting a bit wet between my legs. And my nipples were beginning to ache.

"Have you?"Nancy asked simply.

I guessed what she was asking."You mean slept with a woman?"

She nodded. I shook my head, "No I haven't"

"Ever been curious?" She continued. I could feel her eyes roaming over my body.

I was silent not knowing what to say. "I have been curious but never acted on it."

""Your two lesbian girl friends, are they together?"

"No, they do not know each other. I have known Clara since high school and Jill from college. How did you meet Jennifer? She looks quite young."

"I am twenty-seven and she's twenty-two. I met her at a weekend party at a mutual friend's house. We took to each other the moment we were introduced. Jennifer was with her boy friend."

"You mean you stole her from her lover?"I asked with a hint of mischief in my voice.

But she didn't flinch. "No actually Jennifer is bi-sexual. She wanted to bring me into her relationship. I tried it for her sake but it never took off. Jenn's boyfriend was too selfish for my tastes. " I was amazed at how casually Nancy could say such things.

"So is she still seeing her boy friend? I was shocked at my curiosity.

"Kind of. She prefers to come home to me and I am happy to offer her the feminine touch she loves."

I said, "Jennifer is really gorgeous, Nancy. I am happy for you."

Nancy got up and vanished into her bedroom. She returned shortly and handed me another photo album. "You think she's beautiful? Just wait till you see these!"

I was shocked for a moment then got over it. It was a collection of Jennifer's nude photos. Although there was not a stitch of clothing on her, the photos were very artistic! I found myself staring at some of the close ups of her nipples and pussy. Her pussy was smooth and I imagined Nancy licking those sweet pink lips.

Nancy was right behind me. Her hands were on my shoulders, gently massaging me. It felt so relaxing and yet arousing. "You seem to like my girl friend. Doesn't her pussy look delicious?"

My heart was beating fast. Nancy's hands were massaging my upper arms and occasionally brushed my breasts. I felt her hands graze over my aching nipples.

"Did you take these photos?"

"Yes, I did. That's one of my hobbies and part time job. Nude photography! I prefer to shoot women but I get a lot of requests from men as well. The extra cash is welcome and sometime I get to see the most gorgeous women naked."

"Do they know you're a lesbian?"

"I don't advertise it but I am a total professional when it comes to work and so there's nothing for the women to worry about."

"Do you get turned on when you see a female client naked?"

"It depends on the client herself. Some women just pose for the photos and are only concerned about how they turn out. There are some who like to show off their assets and go beyond my instructions. I encourage them to relax and enjoy the session. But I try not to make any physical contact. No point in ruining my reputation! Besides, I am not interested in every woman I see or meet."

"Wow you're so full of surprises. You seem to have an exciting life, Nancy."

She smiled, "Do you have nude photos of yourself?"

I said, "Kevin has taken a few but they didn't turn out all that great."

"That happens when non-professionals take nudes of their partners. Both are aroused and lose focus on the shoot itself. And the shots are often more raunchy than sensual and artistic."

"Yes, he got close ups of my pussy and nipples and we then promptly got distracted." I laughed.

Nancy's hands were now rubbing my chest and I leaned back in my chair. "Does it feel good?" She asked, her voice barely a whisper.

"Yes, your touch is so relaxing."

"Would you like a full body massage?" He voice betrayed a trace of sensuality.

"I would love it. But can I come back later? My mom would be wondering where I am. I just stepped out to get our mail and saw you and came over."

"Sure any time Caitlyn." She tried not to show her disappointment but it was quite obvious.

"Since Kevin is not coming tonight, why don't you come over to my house for dinner? You can meet my mom too."

Nancy smiled, "Sure I'd love that. But why don't you check with your mom first."

"I am sure she'll be excited to get know you. Come on, please?"

Nancy laughed and said, "Maybe after dinner you can come over and we can swim in my pool. The night is warm. I often swim late in the night. I could use your company tonight."

"I would love that." I hesitated at the door, "I know you don't hide the fact that you're gay, but my mom is a bit old fashioned. Could you skirt around it if she pesters you with questions? 

She smiled and nodded. I let myself out and quickly jogged back to my house.

Nancy was wearing a black form fitting black dress, high heels and make up! I laughed, "You look gorgeous Nancy. I should have told you not be formal." I was wearing faded jeans and black top, nothing fancy.

"I don't usually like to dress up but I thought it might help to keep your mother from becoming curious," she whispered.

My mom took to her immediately. We had dinner. My mother had a hundred well meaning questions and Nancy answered all of them. She did not lie yet did not reveal that she was gay.

"Thank you for a delicious dinner. Why don't you both come over to my house and swim for a while?"

My mom said she was tired but asked me to go and have fun. I got my two piece swimsuit and followed Nancy to her house.

"Do you drink?" Nancy asked me.

I shook my head. I plan not to start until I am twenty one which is a year away. Kevin is saving a special bottle of champagne for my first drink.

"Would you mind if I did?"

"Not at all, Nancy. Feel free. In fact I am Kevin's bar tender and designated driver." I laughed.

I watched as Nancy poured a generous shot of scotch into a glass and added some ice. That is Kevin's favorite drink too.

"Why don't we change and hit the pool. I am feeling unusually hot!"

I nodded eagerly, "Me too."

She showed me the guest bedroom and I went in. I looked around. It was furnished in a teddy bear theme. Everything, from curtains to paintings, including the bed had some cuddly bear adorning it. I quickly changed and admired myself in the full length mirror. 

I love to show off my body. I have a full figure, slender yet voluptuous for a twenty year old. Kevin enjoys gazing at my breasts, especially my huge nipples. He chews on them till it hurts. And I am always proud of my flat stomach. Kevin loves my clean shaven pussy. He licks it lovingly like a puppy.

As soon as she saw me, Nancy's eyes opened wide. I could feel the heat from her body as she came over and hugged me. It was a sensuous hug; her arms were wrapped around my waist.

"Caitlyn, you look hot! Oh my god, I am so jealous of Kevin!" She tried to laugh to hide her embarrassment.

I held on to her tightly, feeling her soft breasts pressing against mine. I have never felt this way toward another woman. Nancy took that as encouragement and let her hands go lower and feel my ass.

"Caitlyn, I hope you don't mind. I am getting a little carried away. I can blame it on the Scotch but I'd be lying. You remind me so much of Jenn." 

To help her relax I said, "How about the massage you promised?"

She nodded, hurriedly sipped on her drink and led me to the couch.

"I am not in a hurry. Why don't we talk and catch up." I said and Nancy seemed to like the idea.

After a couple of drinks, she relaxed visibly. She talked a lot about Jennifer and how much they enjoy each other's company. She asked me about my sex life with Kevin. Although not drunk, I opened up easily.

"Kevin is great. He makes love to me every night. He is gentle, caring and fucks like a bull." I giggled.

"That's a rare combination in a man." She set her glass down and took my hands in hers. She began to gently massage my fingers.

I was lying on the couch, one thigh against the back rest and the other flat on the couch. 

When her fingers lightly caressed my thighs and I almost jumped.

"You remind me of Jennifer. I would love to do a photo shoot of you someday."

"That'd be nice. I could give them to Kevin on his birthday."

Her fingers moved dangerously close to my pussy and I stretched like a lazy pussy cat. Nancy needed no further encouragement.

Her fingers gently probed my pussy, softly caressing every mound and fold. I looked at her and smiled. She smiled back and said, "I can't hold back any longer. I need to taste your pussy. I have been going crazy fantasizing about licking your pussy from the moment I saw you."

The moment I felt her lips and tongue on my pussy I knew it was going to be a totally different experience. Nancy was gentle and was in no hurry. I loved the way her tongue searched out all the soft folds and brought out my juices.

"Caitlyn, you're absolutely delicious." I felt her long fingers slide inside my pussy and I was ready for her to thrust them in. But Nancy simply teased me with her fingers. I was ready to explode and my moans grew louder. 

"Fuck me Nancy! Please. I can't wait any longer. I need your fingers deep inside me." She gave in to my pleas and thrust her fingers in and out in quick long stokes. She knew what a woman wanted. When my orgasm hit me, she took me in her arms and held me tightly against her soft breasts. I felt like I was floating on a cloud. Her fingers were still working their magic between my legs.

"Do you want to swim?" she asked me.

I shook my head. "I want to sleep in your arms tonight. I feel so secure and comfortable when you wrap me to yourself like this."

She hesitated, "I want you know that this is the first time I have ever fallen for a stranger. Call your mom and let her know that you're going to spend the night here with me.

As soon as I got off the phone Nancy took of her bathing suit. I was amazed at how curvy she looked.

Her face was flushed with drink and lust. She said, "Caitlyn, Kevin may have taught you how to blow a candle, but tonight I am going to teach you how to blow the wick. Ready?




Crush



I simply nodded, ready to surrender my body and mind shamelessly to her sensual demands.



Crush



Carol watched from the side as her husband Gene, and his eighteen year old brother, Ray, horsed around in the pool. She was glad to see that Ray seemed to be enjoying himself. It was the first time she had really seen him laugh since he had moved in with them back in the spring. His and Gene's parents were killed in and automobile accident and he had come to live with them as Gene was his only living relative. Back in his old school he was an outstanding athletic with a college football scholarship waiting for him. Here in his new school he hardly knew anyone and was just going through the motions as he waited to graduate in a couple of weeks. He didn't seem to have many friends and he never dated. Carol knew he was shy around girls and she couldn't understand why. He was a handsome young man that could turn any girl's eye and even some older women, including her.

Ray had only been fourteen years old when she and Gene married. Even back then he had been shy but around her he seemed to open up. She found that he was following her just about every where she went. She decided he had a crush on her and she did her best not to embarrass him. Since she and Gene were both twenty two at the time she didn't pay much attention to him. Since they lived across the state they didn't see that much of him and even then he would follow her around. 

Now that he was living with them, until he left for college, he wasn't quite so easy to ignore. Not that she wanted too as he had developed into a very nice young man with muscles in all the right places. As she watched she thought that if she were single she would be knocking at his door every night. She watched him doing crazy things off the diving board and recognized that he was showing off for her. She had to stifle a grin as she watched him.

Ray was over six feet and 190 pounds and the weight room had really worked for him. He had blond hair and the brightest blue eyes that she could get loss in. Gene was now twenty seven and wasn't as firm as he once was. He was still a good looking man that could turn a woman's head. They had sex before they married and lots of it since. Only now it was beginning to taper off to a couple times a week. Some of it might have been Ray moving in with them but that hadn't dampened her desire any so she couldn't help but wonder if Gene might be getting some on the side. She wasn't the jealous type but she didn't expect her husband to be fucking around on her.

Carol was tall at nearly five ten and her 120 pounds were place on her tall body in just the right places. The bikini she wore around the pool wasn't meant to stop men from looking, and she knew that Ray was doing his share. Her breasts were on display as much as she dared. So far Gene had not mentioned that Ray was getting more than just an eye full of her. Knowing her young brother had a crush on her boosted her self-esteem. He had plenty to keep him entertained during the early summer afternoons around the pool.

Gene often had to travel overnight and be gone a couple of days at a time. It was during this time that she and Ray talked. He would talk to her when he wouldn't talk to anyone else. Since it had warmed up a lot of time was spent at the pool; her in her bikini and him with a hard cock. She knew she was being cruel flashing her C cup breasts in front of him every day, but it made her feel good to know the young man was turned on by her. He must not have been suffering much since he was around her every opportunity he had.

"Ray, Isn't your prom coming up this week end?"

"Yea." He didn't sound very enthusiastic about it.

"Who are you taking?"

"I'm not going."

"Why? It is your senior year. I know you are still new here but I am sure you know some girl that would like to go with you."

"I don't know any that aren't already going with their boyfriends."

"You should really get yourself a date. I remember my senior prom; it was sure a big deal back then."

"Who did you go with?"

"I went with your brother. Man, we danced all night and then we left and went, Ah we left and went home."

"I know you are lying now, Gene never carried a girl straight home."

"Ok, so we didn't go straight home."

"Where did you go?"

"You sure are nosey. We went down behind Old Man Hinson's barn next to the river."

"And?"

She gave him a wicked smile. "We did a little kissing and making out; you know just like kids do now."

"I have never done that."

"See, that is why you need to get you a girl and go to the prom. There is something about the prom night that makes good girls loosen up."

"How loose did you get?"

"Ray! You don't need to know everything."

"Did you do it?"

"No! Not all the way; he did get his hand on my breasts and my legs a few times. He would have gone a lot farther if another car hadn't picked the same spot to come too."

"When did you and Gene do it the first time?"

"You don't need to know that."

"Oh come on and tell me, it's not like I am going out and post it on the telephone poles."

She was blushing a little at his questions. "At that same place a month later."

"Was it good?"

"Ray! You ask too many questions."

"I have never even kissed a girl; I wouldn't even have any idea how to go about having sex with one."

"Believe me honey, when the right girl comes along you want have any trouble knowing what to do."

"I just get all nervous when I try talking to a girl."

"You don't get nervous when you are talking to me, don't I qualify for a girl? Maybe I'm not pretty enough for you." She knew she was baiting him and couldn't keep the grin from her face.

"NO! You are beautiful, the most beautiful girl I have ever known! You never embarrass me like the other girls do."

"How do they embarrass you?"

"You know, if they catch me looking at them they always make some commit to the other girls."

"What do you mean looking at them? All boys look at girls."

"I know but you catch me looking but you never say anything about it."

"You know Ray; it might help if you looked them in the eyes instead of their breasts. Yea, I see you looking at me all the time. I like to be looked at or I wouldn't wear a bathing suit like this. I'm older and understand how young boys are. Still I would like to carry on a conversation with you and be able to see your eyes on my face."

"I'm sorry; I will try to keep my eyes up." She almost laughed out loud when she sat up and his eyes dropped to her cleavage. 

"You don't have to try so hard with me; I like looking at you as well."

"Do girls look at boys like that?"

"Sure, I watch you all the time around the pool. You are young and strong, and very handsome. "

"What do you think about when you look at me?'

"I think that if I wasn't married and eight years younger I would be after you."

"If you were with me at the prom would you go parking after it?"

"If I were your prom date I couldn't wait to find a nice quite place to spend some time with you."

"Good, go to the prom with me."

"What? Oh no, I said if I wasn't married and eight years younger I would be glad to go with you. Besides, why would you want to go to the prom with an old married woman when you could go with one of the pretty young girls in your school?"

"I'm not going if you don't go with me."

"Come on Ray, I'm much too old for you; your friends would laugh if they knew your date was actually your sister."

"They would be too jealous to laugh. You would be the prettiest girl at the prom." 

Carol thought the idea was completely rediculas, but at the same time found it exciting. "Ray would never let me do it."

"I'll ask him."

"Ray, find yourself a young girl to go with you."

"It's to late now, it is this weekend; I'll ask Gene."

"Don't do it." She may as well have been talking to a tree as he had the idea that she would be going to the prom with him. She could see the excitement in his eyes. To bad that Gene was going to put a stop to it. She hoped he didn't hurt Ray's feelings. 

In bed that night, she and Gene had just finished having sex. Both had reached fulfillment even if it wasn't the mind blowing sex they had when they first married. They loved each other and it was good comfortable sex. As he rolled from her she realized that was just what it was, comfortable. She wondered just when it became that way?

Ray leaned over and kissed her good night. "I love you."

"I love you too."

"I think you should go."

"Go where?"

"The prom, Ray asked me if he could take you."

"Surely you told him no!"

"No, I think it would be good for him."

"I'm eight years older than him; the kids would laugh him out of school."

"No the boys would be jealous of him and the girls would be jealous of you. You remember at our prom when Robert came with the college girl? Every body was jealous of him and after then he had a date every weekend. I think it would be good for him and you. I know you like to dance." She made every excuse she could think of but he insisted that she go.

"I never thought you would let me go with another man."

"He's my little brother."

"Are you blind are just don't care? He has had a crush on me since he was fourteen. He hasn't taken his eyes off my ass or breasts since he moved in. He isn't little any more. He is a full grown man, and a handsome one at that."

"I have seen the way he looks at you, the same way every man that has ever seen you in your bikini looks at you. Hell, if I was him I would be trying to get in your panties. Go with him, have a good time, it might help him get other dates later." Then he rolled over and went to sleep. She was awake thinking about what she could wear. Something sexy but not enough to get them kicked out. She wondered if Ray could dance, if she was going she was dam well going to enjoy it!

Monday afternoon when Ray got home from school she set him down at the table and talked to him. "I don't know what you said to your brother but he insists that I go with you to the prom." She saw the smile on his face. "I hope you are still smiling like that after you get laughed out of school for bringing your sister to the prom."

"They are going to be so jealous."

"If I go with you it is going to be a real date. I'm going to dress up and I expect a flower for my dress. I'm not going to ride in your old truck, you will just have to ask Gene if he will loan you his Lexus. You will take me out to dinner before the prom and for breakfast afterwards. I expect you to wear a tux and open doors for me, and I like to dance. I don't go to a dance to set on the side and watch others dancing." She saw the smile go from his face. "What, don't you dance?"

"Not much, hardly at all."

"Man, you are going to make me work for this aren't you? Ok, the first thing we do is teach you to dance. Since the prom is this Saturday we have five days to teach you how to dance. Your brother wasn't that good either back then. He is better now but he still doesn't care for it like I do. It's a good thing I keep up with the latest dances. Most all of them are fast dances, the slow ones never change. Go put up your books and change shoes. You can't dance in tennis shoes; wear your dress shoes, they will help you get use to dancing in them."

He was back in just a minute with his dress shoes in his hands. "Put on your shoes and then help me move the table. It is easier to dance on this hard tile than on the carpet. They soon had the table and chairs pushed to the side and she put in a cd in the portable player. She had not wasted her time during the day. She checked with friends that had kids about what songs were hot today and went out and purchased a few. After all, the dance steps were pretty much the same to each song, only the beat changed.

She moved to the beat and showed him the steps and how to keep time. She soon realized that she had made one tactical mistake; She almost never wore a bra around home and the movements had her breasts swaying under her shirt; a fact not loss on Ray. "Ray, quit looking at my tits! How do you think you will ever learn to dance if you don't pay attention! Look at my face and concentrate on the steps and movement.

"Sorry. " He did try but it was almost impossible not to notice them moving under her shirt.

"That's some better but you need to try harder." They danced for thirty minutes before she called for a break. "I think you will have it by Saturday. We'll do this every day when you get home from school."She poured them a coke and pulled out a chair. When you get rested we'll work on the slow dances. She figured he might do better with them since he couldn't see her breasts jiggling with every move.

She changed the cd to slow dancing song. Turning around she held out her hand towards him. Reluctantly he let her lead him to the center of the room. "Have you ever slow danced before?" All she got was a negative shake of his head. "Ok, we will start with a simple step." She took his hand and put it on her waist the other she held in her own with on hand resting on his shoulder. "Now this is the basic position to hold your partner. Now watch this." She moved into a basic box step, until he was moving with her. All this time they had been barely touching. She moved a little closer until she could feel his body touching hers.

"Now on each corner turn me. You are the man so you need to lead, I will follow you." The song played over several times while she tried to teach him how to turn her and get away from the basic steps. He was getting better but her toes were taking a beating. 

He stepped on her once and she let out a moan. "I'm sorry. I have two left feet."

"Gene was the same way once but he finally got the hang of it. Here move closer to me, you want be dancing that far away anyway at the prom." She took his hand that was resting on her waist and moved it farther around her body. Her hand on his shoulder moved to his neck as she pulled him closer. Her hand holding his hand pulled them in until he was almost touching her breast. "Don't pick up you feet; let them slide on the floor. Move slow and let the music tell you what to do."

From the moment she pulled him closer his cock grew hard and he couldn't do anything to stop it. He could fell his face getting redder and redder by the moment. He knew she was going to feel him and get mad at him. 

Carol knew that she had messed up at once. He was getting hard and she could feel him touching her body. She wanted to put him at ease but didn't know how. His wasn't the first hard cock she had felt while dancing and all of them had not been Gene's. "Do you need to rest a minute and calm down?" When she pulled back she saw his red face and how embarrassed he was. He pushed her back and headed towards the door. "NO! Ray don't go! Come back, I'm sorry."

He was almost at the door when she called him he stopped and turned but did not look at her. "I'm sorry Carol. I couldn't help it; just forget about the prom."

"Not on your life! You got me all built up for it and now you want to back out because you happened to get a hard on while dancing with me. Ray it doesn't bother me that you did that. If you hadn't it would have been a first. Gene still can't dance with me are any other woman and not get hard. I can guarantee you that you want be the only boy at the dance with a hard cock. Why do you think the girls wear the low cut tops and short skirts? They may act like they don't like it but I can assure you that they get just as big a charge out of it as you do. I felt you but you didn't see me pushing you away."

"Come on back and let's try again. If you get hard don't worry about it." She held out her arms and he came back to her. "Now put your hand on my back and hold me close." She moved her hand to the back of his neck and played with his hair while she pulled their other hands in closer until the back of his hand was rest against her breast. "You like this?"

He could barely speak, "Yes."

"So do I. I can feel you getting hard again." He moved to pull back. "No, it is alright. Just try to dance and forget about what your body is doing. Dancing is sort of like making love. A man holds a woman in his arms and she knows he wants her. She may play hard to get but if she doesn't pull back that is a sign that it is what she wants from him." She was talking to help him relax but she was having a hard time herself. Like she had said to Gene before; Ray was a man in every way but experience. His cock touching her had her nipples hard; any experienced man would have known she was turned on. He was big down there and she wasn't at all ready for him to break contact with her. 

His hard never went down but he did get to where he didn't think about it as much. He had much better time thinking about his hand touching her breast and her breasts pressing against his chest. The last thirty minutes went by in a hurry. Carol finally pulled back. "You did really well for your first lesson. We'll do it again tomorrow after school. Right now I have to get dinner on for you and Gene. You can go change."

"Ok," He headed for the door before he stopped and turned. "Carol." She looked up at him. "You are so beautiful! I love you!" He almost ran from the kitchen. She almost laughed, what else is new? He had a crush on her since he was fourteen.

Carol almost fucked Gene to death that night. She was still turned on from the dancing lessons with Ray. When she finally collapsed under him he rolled away and caught his breath. "Dam Carol, what got you so fire up tonight?"

"Don't ask questions unless you want the answers. I told you this going to the prom with Ray was a bad idea."

"If going to the prom with Ray turned you on like this you should go more often. What did he do to cause all this?"

"I agreed to go and then found out he can't dance so I am going to teach him. You try dancing for an hour with a hard dick poking you!"

"I think I see your point but a hard dick doesn't interest me." He was laughing at her.

"You know what I mean. You couldn't dance with your mother and not get a hard on."

"Hey my mother was pretty hot."

"Men, every time they get close to a woman their dick gets hard. What's worse is I had to tell him that it was alright and that it didn't bother me to have him poking me at ever step. Your brother is just like you; your cock stayed hard every time we danced."

His hand was stroking across her naked breasts, it wasn't going to take much more of this action before she wanted to be fucked again. "I do appreciate you doing this for him and I am sure he does also."

"Oh he loved the hell out of it once he figured out I wasn't going to cut it off. Shit! I did too; why else do you think you just got the fucking of your life and are about to get another one right now!" He rolled back over her as her legs parted. The conversation had his cock hard again and he entered her hot wet pussy. Her legs wrapped around his waist as she worked her cunt up on his hard cock. "I am so glad you aren't jealous because we have a practice each day this week."

He was riding her full speed ahead; plunging his cock in her hard and fast. She was giving back to him stroke for stroke until they climaxed together. "I don't know if I can handle this much sex every night this week."

She was headed to the bathroom to clean up when she answered; "you may not have too." He wondered just how she meant that. His well used cock still jumped at what it might mean.

Each afternoon it was the same thing over and over. She would teach him new steps to fast songs and then the slow dancing. His cock was instantly hard which she found didn't bother her at all. Well that wasn't completely true, It bothered her to the point that her pussy stayed just as wet as his cock stayed hard. Her nipples were contently hard and she didn't make any effort to move back from him when she felt him like this. Gene was getting the benefit of all this touching as soon as she could get him in bed each night. She always had to explain just what went on that afternoon and his cock seemed to get harder. "I think you like this way too much," she said.




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It was Friday afternoon and the last day of the lessons. He had learned a lot during the week and they spent the afternoon just dancing together. When they stopped to rest she said, "You are a really good dance partner. The girls at the prom are going to be jealous that they didn't go with you."

"I owe it all to you."

"You might want to give Gene some of the credit. If he hadn't agreed we wouldn't be going to the prom or you having dance lessons."

"I know, but it is you that let me relax enough to even try. I know how I get every time we dance and you didn't get pissed off or push me away."

"I don't know if relaxed is the right word, that thing has been hard all week." She smiled at him to show she wasn't mad. "I told you girls liked to feel like that too."

"I'm glad." He held out his hand to her as a slow song started on the cd. Could I have this dance?"

"Why certainly." She moved into his arms as if she had been there forever. She tucked her head on his chest under his chin and let his hand pulled her tighter to him. They slowly moved together to the slow music. She could feel his cock getting hard once again and this time she didn't just let it rest against her body, she moved her hips against it; even going so far as to stretch on her toes to let it touch her between the legs. She didn't pull back when his hand dropped to her hips and pulled her tighter to his hard cock. She tilted her head back and looked up at him. He was watching her with eyes wide open. She pulled his head down and kissed him. It wasn't a deep tongue in his mouth type kiss, but it sure wasn't a brother type kiss either.

The music stopped but he didn't want to release her. She pushed back out of his arms. "Don't take that for more than it was. You deserve a reward for all the hard work you put in this week. Consider that kiss as a graduation from Carol's dancing school. "I'm going to be proud to go to the prom with you." She pushed him from the room. "I need to get dinner ready."

He left her and went to his room. She could say the kiss wasn't anything extra but his stomach was still turn somersaults. Tomorrow night couldn't get here any too soon for him.

The prom started at 7:00 and at 4:00 she was ready. She wondered if he was going to remember the dinner before the dance or anything else she had made a stipulation of. He had told her to be ready at four and she was on time. Another look in the mirror and she knew she looked good. She had made a trip to the hairdresser, and had her nail and toes polished. She had even purchased a new dress for the night. It was a cream color that matched her black hair. She had talked to the sales person first to see what the style was for this year, she didn't want to embarrass Ray by being out of date with the others. This one she knew looked great on her. Low cut, showing a lot of cleavage, and stopping just above her knees, showing her long slim legs off to perfection. It was tight across her hips and made the thong she brought for it not only sexy but necessary. Her legs were encased in long silk stocking that were barely there. A pair of three inch high slippers completed her outfit. The sales people had said she would be the belle of the ball, she was inclined to agree. She wanted Ray to be glad that he was taking her to the Prom.

At four sharp she left her room and moved down the stairs. Gene and Ray were standing at the foot of the stairs and from their wide eyes she knew she was looking good. Gene spoke up first, Ray was speechless. "Would you go back upstairs and tell Carol her date is here?" He laughed. " Baby, I have never seen you looking better!"

She looked at Ray and did a slow turn for him to see all of her, "well?"

"God, you are beautiful!"

"Why thank you kind sir, so you aren't going to back out? You look really sharp in your tux."

"Not a chance!" He reached to hand her the flowers.

"Oh no, you have to pin them on me." She turned towards him and let him pin the corsage on her dress. His fingers were shaking. "Don't stick me with the pin." 

He lined up the corsage on her dress just to the left of her breast. "Here?"

"Just a little higher. There, pin it right there." He had to slide his fingers under the edge of her dress and touch her breast with his knuckles to get the pin in place, he was shaking so bad that she wondered if he was going to make it. Finally he stepped back. "Just right, are you ready to go?"

He took her arm and guided her to the door. Gene followed them, "Hey don't I get a good nigh kiss?"

Her face lit up in a smile, "no, I have a date tonight. I wouldn't wait up for us either; we may make a full night of it."

"The prom is over at mid-night."

"Why Gene, you know that is just when the night gets started!" She winked at him as Ray ushered her out the door into Gene's Lexus. She stopped and came back to him. Pulling off her rings she handed them to him. "Wouldn't look to good for Ray to show up with a married woman." He didn't know whether to feel jealous are turned on that his beautiful wife was going to a high school prom with his brother.

Ray held the door as she slid across the seat. Her long legs flashed as she swung her legs into the car. She didn't miss the attention he paid her legs as she had made the move on purpose. She was going to make sure he enjoyed the dance tonight.

He had reservation at the niceness restaurant in town. He opened the car door for her and took her arm. In every way he was well mannered as he ushered her into the restaurant, even to pulling out her chair for her. "Thank you Ray, this is very nice." They made small talk as the waiter took their order and then left them alone.

"I can't get over how beautiful you are tonight."

"You are looking quite handsome yourself. Any girl in school would be pleased to be with you tonight. Tonight is special; you should be with a girl of your own."

"I am with the only girl I wanted to be with. You are a dream come true." Carol knew that he was telling the truth. His eyes were glowing and she could tell that he was the happiest she had ever seen him."

"I'm glad to be with you tonight. I hope this dress isn't too much, I wouldn't want to get you kicked out of school."

His eyes dropped to her breasts, "It is perfect, along with the rest of you."

"I want to be perfect for you tonight. It is your prom and I want you to enjoy every bit of it. Tonight I am you date; not your brother's wife, so that is the last time Gene will be mentioned tonight."

"I love you!"

"I know, and I love you. Tonight it will just be the two of us unless you find another girl you would like to dance with."

"Every dance will be with you!" She wondered if she had let things get to far along already.

The prom was perfect. They attracted a lot of attention from both boys and girls when they arrived. It didn't take long to see that there were a lot of young breasts on display that night and just as many hard cocks that couldn't be hidden. She thought to herself that time hadn't changed much since her prom.

During the early part of the night it was mostly faster songs but as the night on the songs slowed down as the couples were more inclined to spend more time in their dates arms. Carol was pleased that Ray had behaved to the point that he at least embarrassed by a hard cock. She had turned down several invitations to dance from other young boys. She saw that Ray was pleased that she only danced with him. The lessons paid off as he was now a very good dancer.

It was nearing midnight and the music was all slow love songs. A lot of kids had already gone but the ones still there were deeply enamored by their date and the closeness as they danced. Carol and Ray were no different. Dance after dance they never left the floor. His hands had her tightly against him and she could feel him now getting harder than he had all night. The fact that his hand was touching her tit didn't do anything to make her back off. She had started the night to make this the best night of his life; it was turning into more than that.

The last song was played and they were leaving the dance floor. "Carol, wait a minute." She stopped and saw him blushing; glancing down she knew his problem. The lights had come up and he was fully exposed.

"Just put your arm around me and stay close, maybe that will help." He did as she said and was at least partly covered as they made their way to the car.

"Thank you for being so helpful all week and just now." 

"Get in the car before someone else comes alone." He quickly slid in the car and started the engine. He pulled out of the parking lot and turned away from home. "Are we going for breakfast before we head for home?"

"Yes but you said you wanted this to be like a real prom date. I know a place we can go."

She then realized that he was talking about parking and making out. For a moment she was about to remind him of Gene but she had said she wasn't going to mention Gene that night. Silently she sat back and watched his face as he made the necessary turns towards the river. He made another turn on a dirt road that she had never been on and then through a narrow farm gate. It was nothing but a trail that he followed until he came to a stop on a bluff over looking the river. For the first time she spoke. "How did you find this spot?"

"A friend told me about it and I came out here earlier to make sure I could find my way." She knew she had to get out of the car before he started something she would have to stop. 

She opened the door and moved around to the front of the car. He joined her and wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her to his side. "You did a good job; the view is excellent with the moon shinning on the water."

"Not nearly as beautiful as you in the moon light." He turned her to face him. "Carol, I want to kiss you."

She had known this was coming as soon as he hadn't turned for home. She took his face between her hands. "Ray, I don't know if that is such a good idea." She could see the disappointment in his eyes. "Oh hell!" She pulled his face down and kissed him full on his surprised lips. "It's your prom and you need a kiss!" He roughly grabbed her and kissed her mouth. She pulled back; "Ray, it's like slow dancing, slow down and enjoy it."

This time when she pulled his face to hers he kissed her softly until her tongue pushed against his mouth. His lips spread and her tongue moved into his mouth for his first real kiss. He may not have had much experience but he sure leaned fast as his tongue was soon invading her mouth and doing battle with hers. She wasn't even surprised that he was turning her on as much as she was him. That hard cock she had felt so much during the week was back at full mast. With her backed up against the hood of the car he was touching her with its full length. She could feel her pussy beginning to moisten and wondered what had come over her; she wanted to fuck her husband's brother!

His hands were all over her body as he kissed her and she wasn't doing one thing to discourage him! Knowing she was letting him do pretty much what he wanted was turning him on that much more. He was finally touching her as he had dreamed of for many years and she was letting him!

It wasn't like this was a total surprise for her to feel his hands on her back and stroking her body. She had known he had a crush on her for years and it had now come to this. She knew she could stop him but wasn't sure she wanted too. His kisses and the touch of his hands on her were feeling much too good to stop now. Was she going to stop him at all? The deeper the kisses the least likely she was even going to try. It was only when she felt the zipper on the back of her dress move down that she broke the kiss. "Ray." She whispered in a soft voice, "Do you know what you are about to do?" She had his head between her hands and forced him to look her in the eye.

"I have wanted you for years and this last week has been the best week of my life. Tonight has been perfect. You told me that when I was with the right one I would know what to do. You are the right one; you have always been the right one for me."

She knew then, if she had not already known, that he was really in love with her, and that it wasn't completely one sided. The knot in her stomach wasn't there just because she wanted to help him get over his shyness; she wanted to be his first. She had taught him to dance and kiss. Now she wanted to show him what it was like to be with a woman. She felt a tingle of guilt for Gene as she pulled his face back to hers and kissed him gently before breaking the kiss and looking at him. "OK." His mouth burned her lips with another kiss as her zipper slid down her back.

He backed away from her as he pulled the dress forward and slowly uncovered her breasts. She watched his eyes as they came into view and knew it was the right thing to do right then. Her breasts weren't all that big but they were high and firm with large areolas and nipples to match. Her breasts were very sensitive and when his lips kissed first one and then the other she held his head to them. "I like that, kissed them some more." He was only too happy to oblige.

As he kissed her nipples and ran his tongue across them his hands were once again busy as he pushed her dress on down pass her hips to the ground where she stepped out of it. The warm night air felt good to her naked body and she didn't object when her panties soon joined her dress. She was now naked before him except for her stocking and her high heel shoes. His hands were between her legs, stroking across her clit. Once he felt her reaction from his touch he knew he had hit the right spot. He could feel the wet heat coming from between her legs which got even better when she let her legs separate giving his hands more room to meruver. 

He picked her up and set her on the car and moved between her legs. Then it became a four handed game to see if they could get him out of his pants. She opened the belt while he unzipped his pants. Both together pushed them and his shorts down his legs. He was busy try to kick off his shoes and pants while Carol was reaching for his hard cock. He was huge! Maybe it was just the excitement that had him this way but her hands stroking him kept him like that.

His hands on her hips slid her closer to the edge of the car and to his hard cock. Carol lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. With her heels she pulled him forward and he pulled her closer. She guided the head of his cock to her pussy lips. Then he was in her! She was wet and ready and even with his size it was smooth and hot as his cock slid deeper and deeper into her. She loved the feel of him in her and squeezed her cunt even tighter around him. "Don't Move, stay right there a minute so I can feel all of you in me."

He wasn't about to move. Any move on his part and he knew he would cum. He had never in his dreams imagined how good it would feel to be in her like this. "I can't last long!" He cried out.

"Don't worry about it; I'm not going to last long either." She didn't know how right she was. A second later he cried out and shot a full load of juice in her pussy. His hot juice was all it too to take her right along with her. "OH God, I'm cuming too!" Never in her life had she climaxed this fast!

They just held each other as close as they could get while they both caught their breath. He was still deep in her and after moment she realized that he wasn't getting soft. There wasn't any doubt in her mind that he was already ready to go again, and she knew she was. "Oh that was fast but good!"

"I'm sorry I went so fast."

She realized that he might not have known she climaxed with him. "I went right along with you. It was good, really good and I know the next time is going to be even better." His smile let her know that he thought the next time was going to be better and soon. "Why don't we see if the back seat of the car might not make a better place to do it than this?" He started to pull back. "NO! Don't you dare pull out of me! Just pick me up. I don't want this out of me for a long time yet!"

She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and her arms around his shoulders. His hands went under her ass and lifted her. With each step he made towards the back of the car his cock was working in her; bring her extra sensations with each movement. He opened the door and lay her back on the seat; still holding him with her arms and legs she let him position against the far door. It was then time for him to move in her and he didn't waste any time as he fucked her with all the power he had.

Carol only released him as he began to fuck. This time he was harder and faster than the first time. It was just what she wanted as she pushed her pussy up on his cock each time he drove deep in her. It wasn't as fast as the first time but still quick as she started to climax he shot another load in her. Both cried out as they climaxed together.

It took a little longer to regain their strength after this one but neither one didn't care. He was still hard and deep in her and she wanted him to stay that way. She pulled him down on her and kissed him. "Stay right here for a while."

"Want I be to heavy on you?"

"No, I like to feel your naked body on me and you still deep in me. I could stay like this for a long time." She had almost said forever but even in the sated state she was in she realized that it was never going to be forever. She dozed off a second and woke when she felt him slowly fucking her again. "You sure know how to wake a girl up."

The third time was a charm. He fucked her slow and made it last for a long time. She had a couple of mind blowing climaxes but he waited until he couldn't hold back any more. Then as she was reaching her climax he went with her. They both climaxed together for the third time that night. That hadn't happened to her in years and never for him. It was only then he finally pulled his now soft cock from her soaking pussy. The three loads of cum rolled from her as she tried to set up. "You are going to have to get this seat cleaned before Gene sees it." Mentioning Gene put a damper on what they had enjoyed together. "I'm sorry but Gene is my husband no matter how much fun we had tonight." She tried to make light of it. "I told you that going to the prom would loosen up your date." She didn't know what else she could have done to make his date any better. It was almost four by the time they got home. Gone were her panties which she never found in the dark. 

Gene was asleep when she entered the room. Silently she went and showered before putting on her gown and sliding in bed with him. She snuggled up against his back side and was soon asleep. He rolled over and held her in his arms, wondering just how far she went with Ray tonight?

When Carol woke Gene wasn't in bed. She slipped on shorts and halter, brushed her teeth, combed her hair and went to the kitchen. Coffee was made and she poured a cup and sit down at the table. Her mind was on the night before and what she and Ray did together. In the light of day it didn't look nearly as good as it had the last night. Where was Gene? Most Sunday morning he slept late but today he wasn't around. She was sure it had something to do about last night. How was she going to tell him without hurting his feeling? She knew he must suspect something with them being so late getting home and from all the sex between them brought on by Ray's hard cock during the dancing lessons. What ever the out come she wasn't going to start lying to him. He wasn't the jealous sort so she had hopes that he could get over it. 

She was washing her cup when she saw Gene putting up the mower. He almost never cut grass on Sunday. When he broke out the pool cleaning equipment she knew he was disturbed about something and she was pretty sure she knew what. She jumped as hands came around her from behind. They closed over her breasts and squeezed them in each hand. "Ray, you scared me coming up behind me like that." She pulled his hands from her breasts and turned towards him. "Don't do that, what if Gene should see you?"




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"I'm sorry, but after last night I thought." She stopped him. 

"That was last night. I agreed to go to the prom with you. I did every thing I promised I would and a lot more, but it's over. Gene is my husband and you are his brother, last night was fun. I loved the hell out of it; all of it. Now I have to make thing right with Gene. Don't expect a repeat of last night; I don't think Gene will be that generous again. I need for you to get out of the house today. I need time alone with Gene; I have to know where we stand."

"Are you going to tell him?"

"Yes, I can't be married to him and tell lies."

"Ok, I understand, I'll be gone for the rest of the day. I hope I have a place to stay when I get back." He leaned into her. "Give me a bye kiss." Without thinking she rose up and kissed him on the lips. She quickly looked around to see if Gene had come up. He was still at the pool. What worried her most was the feeling she had in her stomach from the kiss. She could tell him all she wanted that last night was over but she knew in her heart that it had just started. She went to her room crying as Ray left the house.

Gene saw Ray leave and watched to see if Carol would come out. He hated the feeling he had knowing that the night with his brother had put a distance between them that had never been there before. He should have never agreed to let her go out with him! He tossed the hose to the side and went in the house. Not seeing her in the kitchen he went up stairs to their bedroom. He heard her crying before he got to the room. Oh shit, he hated for women to cry.

Setting down on the bed next to her he touched her shoulder. "Are you all right?"

She threw her arms around him and squeezed as close to him as possible. He just held her for several minutes until she quit crying. "You want to tell me what this is all about?"

"Oh Gene, I am so sorry about last night. I never meant for it to go that far." She felt him tense up. 

"Just how far did it go? She told him everything, not leaving out anything from the moment they left the house until he bought her home early this morning. When she finished she looked at him.

"I know you hate me but it started and I didn't stop it. I feel so bad that I didn't because it hurts you."

"It is my fault that I let it start from the first, I should have just said no when he asked me if you could go with him."

"I wanted to blame you but the truth is I was the one who could have stopped it. I could have refused after the first dance lesson when I saw how he became. I could have stopped it at anytime last week are during the prom and afterwards. I should have just told him to bring me home and he would have. He wanted to kiss me but I was the one that started it. When his hands touched me I didn't do anything to stop him. I helped him undress. I was his first woman and some how I thought it was the right thing to do. "Don't hate me, I love you!"

"Did he hurt you at all?" 

"No, he was just inexperienced. All he knew was to get in me and fuck. That is what we did; we fucked each other, four times that I remember."

"How do you feel about it? 

"Now? I don't know. Last night? I loved it! He was so much like you that first time years ago. Last night might have even been better than then; I wasn't a virgin like before. I knew what I was doing and I wanted to help him as well. Gene we haven't made love like that in a long time before this last week when I would tell you how hard Ray would get dancing with me. I love the sex with you. I like to feel you filling me up and stroking your big cock in me. Lately we both have got comfortable with it; not the burning need we use to have for each other. That's what I felt with Ray last night that is why I loved it because it was like we use to be together. We had a little of that during the week and I wanted more, I never want to hurt you."

"I knew what was going to happen last night. I could tell from the way he watches you that he wanted you. I could tell that you were turned on during the week and then turned to me in bed. I didn't know what to feel as you left with him and then you handed me your rings and I knew that you were going to do it. In some ways I was jealous and in another I was turned on that another man was going to have you. I was awake when you came to bed this morning after your shower. I knew then that you had been with Ray. You went right off to sleep and I held you the rest of the night. Wait a minute." He went to his dresser and opened a drawer. "These belong to you; don't ever take them off again for any reason." He slid them back on her finger. 

"Even?"

"Even that. You belong to me always and forever. I can take you with Ray but I want him to know that it is only temporary. You are my wife now and forever!

"He is going to want to do it again."

"I know, if it was me I would want you as well."

"And if he does try, tell me what you want me to do. If you say that last night is it then that is what it will be."

"You want to do it with him again don't you?"

"Yes."

"He will be here only a few more months; make his day."

"And mine."

"All three of us."

That was five years ago. Ray turned down the football scholarship to stay with us and go to the local college. I loved the decision he made. I love both of my men and never leave either one of them feeling left out. I may go to bed with Ray but when the sex is over I will spend the night with Gene. Sometimes he makes love to me again and others he will just hold me. 

Ray still doesn't date that much. He doesn't have to, he has all he can handle right here at home. I know one day he might leave but until he does I will continue to have sex with him as often as he likes, which seems to be every day. He probably fucks me twice as much as Gene but then he is home everyday while Gene has to be away from home with his job.

One thing I always wanted but they didn't seem to like was to have both at the same time. Only last year after Ray graduated from college did it happen for the first time. Nothing can possible feel as good to a woman than two men that love her working together to give her the best sex yet. Four hands and two mouths along with two very near indexical cocks and it couldn't be any better.

Three months ago we decided that we wanted to have a baby. Ray said he would leave me alone until I got pregnant. It didn't happen that way. Gene and I decided that Ray was as much a part of the family as we were. Now I am two months pregnant with no idea which one is the father that is just fine with all three of us.

This story started with a crush. It now ends with one. I have the largest crush on both my men.



Crush



3:17 AM. You hate being late.

My hallway is dark, but you knew that already. You pass the chair I always throw my coat over when I walk in the front door after work. The blue one. It was a gift from my mother. I have to call her. You know that because I always call her on Wednesday mornings before work but after my shower. While I watch the news. Channel 9. I'm prettier than the anchor, you think. You wonder if I know that. You watch me trip over the chair running to answer the phone. I'm such a klutz.

You love when I wear the yellow, cotton panties. You fondle them in your pocket. You snatched them yesterday morning from the top of my laundry pile.

You stand in front of my door, slightly ajar. As always, I've fallen asleep with the television on mute. A man is cutting through a sneaker. An audience is pleased. There is a free gift with purchase. The light dances along the slope of my cheek in flashes of cyan and paling fluorescence. I am curled against my favorite pillow. The one that smells just like my hair. My mouth is slightly open. A tiny pool of saliva. You lean down. I smell wonderful. Like Sunday lunch. Your entire body is gripped with arousal. Pumping through your veins, engorging your cock. You want to savor this moment forever.

You tap my shoulder, I turn over and open my mouth to scream. My eyes are two darling little marbles, still with fear. You immediately seal my mouth with duct tape, pre-measured and cut to fit my lips which smell like the peppermint of my balm that you once fingered lovingly and later suckled out from under your fingernails.

Flip me over onto my back, press your knee against my chest, press the gun to my pussy. Tell me what a little a little slut. Standing in front of my open bedroom window changing for just anyone to see. Masturbating every night, moaning and groaning. Screaming with orgasms knocking my headboard. Countless lovers in and out of my apartment. I'm nothing but a common whore. You say, no shame. What did I expect to happen? Reach your hand under my pillow and pull out my vibrator, force it under my nose, rip up the tape and force me to lick it. Tell me to smell and taste. It's what a fucking cunt smells like, see? The little contraption, well ripe, you know, was pressed hard to soft swells not even two hours ago. The room reeks of pussy. How pathetic I am.

You draw me up by my hair and lead me into the bathroom. I'm shaking, crying, begging you not to hurt me, I'll do anything, ANYTHING! Every time I open my mouth for some slob-salty plea I am answered only with the blunt of your steel-toed boot. I roll down the hallway, unraveling as a ball of yarn pawed off by a cat. The walk to the bathroom is the most terrifying of my life. For all I know, you could be leading me to my death. Nothing. For all, I know nothing.

You flip the bathroom light on, look around. You know the room well. You've mapped out my whole apartment. Including tonight, you've broken in thirty-seven times. You feel as if you know it as well as your own home.

You swing my body around. I'm staring at myself in the mirror above the sink now. My mascara has melted and runs down my face, it trails down my cheeks, drips off of my chin and catches on my nipples, two pink pills, both painfully taught. Pooled with adrenaline perhaps and if you weren't so decent you would chew them clear off.

Look see how disgusting I am. Not so pretty now am I. I am the most hideous thing you've ever seen and you'd give anything in the world to know what it would feel like to wear my hair on your head and my toenails and live in my throat.

You push my face against the cold mirror. Mucus, tear, and the sweet sudor of fright combine to create a sort of shroud against the hard pane of glass. My ragged breath, the pound of my left breast, the course of my veins synthesize and are a sing-song to your ears.

You keep your left hand on the back of my neck, tangled in hair. Let the right travel down the length of my back, leaving goosebumps in your trail. You reach the small of my back. I flinch with terror. My skin you could, you imagine, push your fist right through and on theother side. Oh the other fucking side. Softly, slowly, lovingly, you let your hand fall against my ass. Kneading, massaging. You feel me relax into your palm. In your head, you count to ten. Slowly, calmly, beat by beat. Exactly ten.

You smile to yourself. Nobody there, there's nobody there.

In an instant you've thrust three fingers hard into my pussy, digging. I cry out. You curl your fingers in. Claw at me. Searching for any moisture to grab hold of, like a bear at a beehive. You lose your breath a bit, for a moment, there is no time. Only for a moment. You are inside. Oh fuckoh.

I am whimpering, grunting, begging, sobbing. You're going to have to slap me again, aren't you? How are you going to teach me to shut the fuck up? This bitch never shuts up! You keep digging, digging. My pulse is quickening, my breath shortening. My sobs are rolling into long, flat moans. My pussy is wetter now, the walls gripping, drawing you in. Just as you feel my breath catch, my muscles twitch with the upward spiral towards climax, you slip the rope around my neck. Nobody there. We are in the anteroom. Lost in the quick of dumb heat I've barely opened my eyes as you loop the knot. I am so predictable, I am a gorgeous fucking pig, I am the queen of queens a knotted gut I am--